You know we don't own Danny Phantom. Butch Hartman himself doesn't even own the poor boy anymore.

This story takes place as if Phantom Planet had cameras showing what we saw in Antarctica and a few years into the future for the show. A ball park estimate makes this in 2013 so technology will stay true to the time.

Enjoy - T.K.

Chapter 01

Danny ran a gloved hand through his white bangs as he flew above Amity Park. He glanced up, seeing his hand still entangled in his hair, wondering if he should get it cut shorter this next time. He liked his bangs, but they got in the way sometimes. Dropping his hand to his side, he looked back down at the town. Today had been a rather calm day, helping a little at City Hall after Tucker called him about a humanoid hiding in the building. Come to find it had been a new ghost, the first in a long time Danny had to deal with. Danny let out a laugh as he realized who the ghost woman reminded him of, being an elderly woman that had been opposed to Tucker taking office back in high school. He wondered if it was the lady, but knew enough not to ask. Ghosts sometimes lost a part of themselves when they crossed over, and she seemed to be no exception. He gave her the option he gave all new ghosts, now that he was able to, and offered her both a portal to the Ghost Zone or a portal into the unknown. Most took the portal to the Ghost Zone, it being something even Amity Park residents knew what it looked like from the inside, but she took the unknown. She said she felt warmth and loving from the purple portal.

Danny still didn't know enough about the second portal yet. Sam had theories that it was to send the ghost into their true afterlife. Danny looked down at his left hand, the hand he always used to create that portal. It made sense, because that portal didn't look the same way twice. It seemed to change slightly between ghosts he offered it to, both visually but also just the feelings he got from it. He had created that portal for a scrawny ghost a few weeks ago and felt the anger radiating out of it, glad the ghost had chosen to go to the Ghost Zone. But when he practiced it, the portal didn't seem to lead anywhere. Well, he felt he couldn't say that. It just wouldn't accept inanimate objects and he wasn't gonna jump in himself if it did give the person their final destination. He still had a few years he wanted to live on Earth. He had just gotten married a few months ago. He had plans and ideas.

Fenton Works came into view, the large ops center towering over the neighborhood. It felt weird to know he was going home and only he and Sam were going to be in the house. His parents had bought the house next door and just finished moving in. Tonight was the first night he and Sam had Fenton Works to their own. He smiled as a particular plan appeared in his mind, one he had been working on for a while. He checked his watch, seeing Sam had half an hour before she was expected home from work. They had a few years of saving to do before she could help him ghost hunt full time.

Danny's ghost sense startled him, getting him to swing his legs forward and stop in the air. He looked around for the ghost it belonged to, feeling it more like a multitude of ghosts but all centered in one spot coming at him. He turned to his right, his eyes widening as he took in a large mass of black and purple sparking with blue and white energy. He gripped his hands into fists at the ready, waiting to see what this ghost – though ghost didn't seem to be the right term- was going to do. It was coming up at him, slowing down in speed but speeding up the sparks of energy.

It slowed to a stop beside him in the air and changed its form into that of himself. Blue and white sparks stayed alight where his eyes were as the mouth opened to speak. "Danny Phantom," it called out. The voice sounded like hundreds of voices, all speaking as one. "We are Oblvyn. We give you a warning."

"Yes?" Danny asked, unsure what to make of this Oblvyn.

"Your days are numbered," Oblvyn said. "And no one will believe you."

Danny gave the form a look, trying to figure out how to respond. "What do you mean? If you want a fight-"

"Now is not the time," Oblvyn interrupted. "You are not ready."

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, readying an ecto-blast in his right hand. Before he could even threaten to fire it off, the cloud that was Oblvyn dispersed. The last he saw of it was small sparks in the air as its electricity faded away. Danny let out a puff of air, sucking back in the energy in his hand, as he mumbled, "Mood killer."

He gave one good look around himself, wondering if the ghost had teleported away or merely faded like his eyes believed. Not finding any trace of the new ghost, he checked his phone before realizing he only just had enough time to beat Sam home and get everything ready.

Danny turned himself towards Fenton Works, shooting himself as fast as he could go. He forced his body intangible and dived into the Ops center, falling through the attic and second story towards the ground floor before swinging his legs around and slowing to a stop. The lights covered him, changing him back to Fenton before his feet landed on the ground in the living room, dropping to a hand for stability before swinging himself around to run towards the kitchen.

He skidded to a stop when he realized a body was standing in the kitchen, the woman humming to herself while she danced slightly to music coming from her ear buds. He couldn't hear the music but smiled as the goth patted her thigh to the music in a feminine manner. He made his way across the linoleum to stand behind her, blowing a little ice air on the back of her neck to give her a warning he was there. He saw the hairs on the back of her neck raise before wrapping his arms around her waist, resting his head on her shoulder as the girl jumped slightly.

"Danny!" Sam exclaimed, reaching up to pull out an ear bud. She turned back to what she was cooking, stirring the pot of what looked to Danny like curry.

"Don't stop, your little dance was cute," Danny offered, giving her a peck on the cheek. He rested his head back on her shoulder and said, "I wasn't expecting you home so early. I thought it was my night for dinner."

"It is, but…" Sam started, shaking her head of something. "I used my lunch break to come home early," she settled with. "Something's been messing with me all day."

"Anything I can help with?" Danny asked.

As a response, she pushed her hips back to get a surprised moan out of Danny. He leaned in closer to her to feel her pressure better and gave a quick nibble on her ear to let her know he was ready when she was.

"Don't eat me," Sam said with a laugh, releasing the pressure against him. She turned her head to look at him and added, "After dinner?"

"And we don't have to be quiet about it," Danny pointed out with a smile.

"I can't even think about how my parents had me while still living with Dad's parents," Sam said, a shiver running up her spine.

Danny gave her another kiss on the cheek, holding her waist tight in his arms before forcing himself to let go. Taking a step back, he leaned on the kitchen table as he remembered his encounter on the way home. "Hey Sam, you haven't seen anything strange today, have you?"

"Strange for Amity Park?" Sam asked in thought as she put the pot's lid back on. She sat the spoon on the rest and turned to face Danny as she shook her head. "I don't think so," she offered, taking out the other headphone so she could turn off her MP3. Resting the device on the counter, she continued, "Someone dropped their pet off at the pound today and it turned out to be a ghost cat, so I got called in for that. Poor thing thought it had ten lives, I guess. They wanted me to check it over to make sure it was still safe. It still thought it was a cat, so I told them to just make sure whoever adopts it know it's a ghost. I don't even think the poor thing realizes it could go through solid objects if it wanted to."

"I had a run in with Oblvyn," Danny said.

"Oblivion?" Sam asked, thinking Danny might have pronounced it wrong.

"Less vowel sounds," Danny tried. "They stopped me right before I got here."

"New ghost?" Sam checked.

"More like ghosts, plural," Danny said. "It felt like a few ghosts in its cloud body. I couldn't get a count."

"So peaceful or not?" Sam asked, turning around to check on the curry.

"Don't know," Danny admitted. "It feels like they've got a bigger plan and said I wasn't ready."

"Odd."

Danny looked Sam over, taking in the baggy t-shirt she wore over a pair of yoga pants that made her legs look tight. The shirt, which he realized was one of his NASA shirts, came down to her thighs but he could already imagine her without it.

Sam let out a laugh, getting Danny to look back up at her face only to feel his face heating up. "You're adorable," she said before turning back around to stir their dinner again. "What was your plan? I noticed the candles already sitting out on the table."

Danny twisted around, seeing the long candles still laying where he had left them this morning. Turning back to look at Sam's back he said, "I plead the fifth, and hope to use my idea another night."

"Keep your secrets then," Sam said, playfully miffed as she threw a glance over her shoulder. "If you're not gonna use them, could you put them up?"

Danny pushed himself away from the table and picked up the candles, bringing them over to the cabinet the rest of the candles sat in. His mind traveled back to Sam and the clothes she was wearing, subconsciously feeling a pulsing deep inside him. As he shut the cabinet door the front door opened, startling him.

"Danny? Sam? Are you home?" Maddie's voice called out as the front door shut.

"In the kitchen," Danny called out, giving Sam a glace in worry at how close he had been to acting upon his thoughts.

"I baked some bread to give the new place a homey smell but I don't need another loaf, and you know your father doesn't either," Maddie said, stepping into the kitchen with a cling wrapped loaf of bread in her hands. She sat it on the table and looked up at the couple close to the stove. "I saw your curtains still opened and thought it was safe to come over," she admitted.

"Mom," Danny whined, his cheeks heating up.

"I'm just saying, neither of us really want that accident and us living next door is just asking for it to happen," Maddie pointed out, forcing a smile on her lips. "So I'll keep an eye on the curtains and that'll be our signal, alright?"

Sam put the lid back on the cooking curry and turned around, sitting the spoon back on the spoon rest. "I think it's a good idea," Sam admitted. She smiled at Maddie and added, "Thanks for thinking of it."

"And I'll do what I can to make sure Jack doesn't just barge in," Maddie continued, playing with her ring finger through the black gloves of her jumpsuit. She dropped her hands and gave them a more natural smile as silence dragged on between them. "Well, I'll let you get back to cooking your dinner. Let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks, Mom," Danny offered.

Maddie gave them one last glance before leaving the kitchen. She walked out the front door, closing it behind herself before Danny let himself release the air he had been holding.

Sam checked their dinner once more as an alarm beeped from the stove top, getting her to reach over with her free hand to turn off the timer. She gave Danny a glance and smiled. "You wanna go ahead and close the curtains?"

"Let me get my heart back," Danny said, feeling his pulse back in his chest pounding faster than he was used to for just staying at home. "I kinda hate we have to have a code between our two houses for when we're…" His face grew hotter than it had that afternoon as he stared at Sam.

"It just means we don't want them coming over," Sam said. She smiled wide as she turned to him and added, "Though, of course that mostly means sex." She let out a trill of a laugh and turned to pull down bowls from the cabinets beside the stove. "Could you cut off a few slices of bread then?"

Danny turned around and dug out the cutting board from the lower cabinets, pulling out a nice long knife from the wood block on the counter. He turned towards the table and grabbed the still warm bread, unwrapping it so he could put it on the cutting board. He focused on trying to make normal looking slices, knowing he had a habit of cutting Texas toast sized pieces of bread. As he cut the third piece, giving himself two and Sam one like she would want, his breath left him in a cold mist. He sat the knife down and turned around, letting the lights change in into Phantom as he waited for the ghost to continue upwards.

He felt Sam's eyes on him, the girl reaching for the drawer they kept extra Fenton Weaponry beside the stove as she turned off the burner cooking dinner.

A lonely blue spark phased through the floor, stopping about head height.

"You're a part of Oblvyn," Danny realized aloud.

"I was," a small male voice announced. "No longer, now that the collective wants to harm you."

"Collective? Like a hive mind?" Sam asked.

"Similar, yes, but we have more freedom than a hive mind," the voice tried to explain. Danny felt it turn its attention back to him as it continued, "When I was of a better state, Phantom, you helped me. I want to return the favor and this is the best way I can do that. They plan to mess with your memories and the memories of your friends and family."

"Can they do that?" Danny asked, never hearing about a ghost that has power that strong.

"There are hundreds of souls in Oblvyn," the one spark explained. "They have power enough to destroy an ancient."

"Where did all of the souls come from?" Sam asked.

"Just people not strong enough to become ghosts but strong enough not to pass over," the spark offered. "If you put enough of us together, you get a strong enough ghost."

"Then I knew you when you were alive?" Danny asked.

"I don't fully remember," the spark admitted. "I remember caring for you and helping where I could. I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I shouldn't've asked," Danny threw off, letting the lights change him back to human as he determined this spark not to be dangerous. "Is there any way we can stop Oblvyn?"

"I don't know, but I hope a heads up and warning would be helpful," the spark offered. "I need to return to the Ghost Zone. Please, do what you can to prevent Oblvyn from destroying you."

"We'll do our best," Danny promised, watching the spark fall back through the floor and into the basement. He stared at the spot the spark had disappeared through before looking up at Sam.

"Maybe we should make sure the portal's shut good and tight before we start dinner too," Sam admitted.

"Sam, I want you wearing a Spector Deflector," Danny said, worried for her.

"Like I wanna wear that thing tonight," Sam pointed out. "How about this; we'll call your folks, let them know a ghost threatened us, and put up the ghost shield. I'll tell them I want you to get good sleep so we'll work on it in the morning. Does that work?"

"As long as they don't try to come over to help," Danny said, his shoulders slumping in defeat.

"Go close the curtains and make sure the portal's sealed and I'll call them," Sam said, pulling out her cell phone.

Danny gave her one last look before leaving the kitchen for the basement. He walked down the steps, giving a look at the portal to the Ghost Zone. Years ago they had learned what it would be like if Sam had never met him, but he wondered, not for the first time, if he really should've gone through being electrocuted three times in his life. He stepped over to the control panel for the portal and activated the ghost shield, hoping to prevent anyone from breaking through the sealed door like the little spark had done. A green shield formed itself over the door before a beep sounded, signifying it was fully active and functioning. He threw a look around the lab, knowing he wouldn't change his life for anything. He had been the town's superhero for almost ten years now, in a few more years that'd be half of his life. He looked up at the ceiling and decided to start closing the curtains from the second floor first. Floating upwards, he went through the unused dining room above him and made it up to his old bed room. Dropping to his feet he stepped over to the windows facing the front of Fenton Works and tilted his head to see his parents' house next door. With how the houses had been built, there wasn't any window facing the neighboring house, so this was the best window to look out of if looking for any signs of them.

He stepped back and closed the blinds, stepping over to the second window and repeating the action, as his mind flew back to his wedding night. Her parents had been kind enough to both help out with the wedding expenses, especially with the mix of Jewish and Christian traditions they wanted to incorporate, but also gave them a small honeymoon just a couple of hours away. It was about then his parents bought the house next door, but throughout all the paperwork, they only now could move in. During that spell, they had decided Sam and Danny needed the master bedroom, taking over Jazz's old bedroom since she hadn't lived in Fenton Works for a few years now. Danny gave a look to his old bedroom, it now a mix of his old stuff and starting to become a second guest room. He flicked off the lights and smiled at the old sticky glow in the dark stars he had plastered on the ceiling years ago. They still held a charge and every once in a while, on a dark cloudy night, he still found himself looking up at them.

Pulling himself from his remising, he turned around and headed to Jazz's old room to pull shut her curtains. He made a loop of the second floor, making sure to remember the bathroom curtain, before heading downstairs to pull the heavy curtains over the living room picture window. He turned to head towards the family room when he noticed a pair of yoga pants laying over the back of the arm chair. Biting his bottom lip, he hoped that meant what he wanted it to mean, but wouldn't dare look in the kitchen until the last of the curtains were drawn. He only had one more and then maybe he could get a taste of dessert before dinner.

Closing the last curtain, Danny walked through the walls of the house, avoiding the ghost proofed weapons vault, and stepped through the wall to the kitchen to find Sam sitting down cups on the table. His eyes traveled down her body to the end of the shirt where her thighs showed visible. She stood up straight and smiled, letting out a small embarrassed, "Hi."

"Hi," Danny said back, looking her over as all she wore was the old NASA shirt. He felt his face heating up, a part of him hoping after they had been married for a while he could get used to this but also hoping he never lost this feeling about his new wife. He stepped over and wrapped his arms around her, pressing her body close to his as she leaned into his embrace.

"We really should eat first," Sam said, turning so she looked up him.

Danny ran a hand down her back, curious if she was wearing her bra but found no strap beneath the shirt. "Then why'd you dress like this?" he asked, leaning his head down to nuzzle his face in her neck. He took in a breath, smelling her lavender soap trying to hide her natural sent.

Sam tightened her grip around him as she said, "Um, Danny."

Danny opened his eyes only to realize his feet no longer touched the ground. He slowed dropped himself and her back to the ground as he let out a nervous laugh. "Sorry. You know- happy thoughts make me fly," he tried. He forced himself to look her in the eye, seeing her with a ghost of a smile on her face. "You make me happy."

"Now I'm curious," Sam said, her smile turning more pointed as a plan formed behind her eyes.

"About?" Danny asked, tilting his head away from her.

"Well, tonight's more than just a quickie," Sam said, her hips wiggling side to side in a playful manner. "What other quirks come with your ghost side and playful hormones?"

An idea passed through Danny's mind, desperate to do it right then and there but held himself back as he glanced down at the table to see two plates of curry and rice waiting for them.

AN - Don't know when I'll update so warning. Chapter 2 isn't finished yet. Did wonder though, if Danny might've floated out of happiness at their wedding or if he was too much a bundle of nerves.