Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Nickelodeon. If I did, then I would have kept Butch Hartman around.

Pain.

Real, awful pain.

That was the first thing her mind registered as it regained consciousness.

She groaned, the sensations coming from her body slamming together in her numb head. Through the pain, she was able to ask one thing.

How?

As an answer, memories of the battle flashed in front of her closed eyes. She focused on the brightest ones, and another groan left her.

Skulker. A fight, him being a real jackass… That blast flinging her through the park and into a store…

Ouch, that really hurt. In more ways than one.

She tried to remember more. Snippets of the fight rushed through her head, and she grabbed at the best one possible.

Skulker taunting her as she tried to get her guitar… Him landing and crushing… M-my… Guitar…

Oh…

Right.

That.

Allowing the rest of the embarrassing memories to scatter, she tried to focus on her body. Her senses told her she was lying on something soft and warm, comforting. She wasn't outside, no wind and the smell of nature.

Yeah, people might say that ghosts don't feel, but they do. Everything that humans do, even taste.

And hunger, starving hunger.

She groaned as her eyes tried to open. She flinched and closed them when a blinding light entered her vision. Trying to get her arm to cover her eyes, she felt a terrible pang of pain coursing through her body from her shoulder.

Yep, definitely dislocated.

Trying her other arm, she finally found just how tired she is. Barely any energy to stay conscious.

And then someone, somebody or just, something, put a cold glass against her lips. At first unsure, the touch of cold, refreshing water against her dehydrated lips, she found that perhaps it's smart to ignore her burning fire-core and just enjoy the coolness. Only this once.

Her lips parted slightly to allow the divine liquid to flow down her throat and refresh her body.

Yeah, she really needed that.

And as the refreshing feeling cooled her body, she felt her mind slip into a dark, dreamless rest.

Second time she woke up, her body felt a lot better. Her shoulder wasn't dislocated anymore, and she could tell from the soft fabric against her skin that she was bandaged up.

She tried to open her eyes, but that same blinding light forced her to close them. Mentally cursing, she was glad to be more awake then the first time.

Still feeling too exhausted to really move, she settled on using what senses she has to find where she could be.

First smell.

And that was already a gold-mine of info.

The smell of food, real edible food entered her nose. She felt her stomach churn of hunger, worse than before. Groaning, she tried to go further.

Hum, leather underneath her head, something chemical and the last one… A sort of perfume?

'Where am I?'

Her mind tried to puzzle it together, but the sudden feeling of something brushing over her hand made her body stiffen.

Oh, please don't let it be a rapist.

The feeling was cold, but a pleasant kind of cold. The touch was soft and… Caring? Not a rapist, thank god!

And as quick as it came, it vanished. She tried to reach out, but she could only twitch her finger.

Her mind told her how exhausted she felt, and before she realized it, she fell back asleep. More restful and pleasant.

Third time she wakes up, and this time her eyes finally are able to open. The light was gone, and as her sight focused, she registered what she saw.

A ceiling.

Yep, very useful, Ember.

She looked to her side and saw a flat-screen TV standing on a small table. She was lying down on a couch, and her head was resting on a jacket. The coffee-table between the TV and couch was scattered with a few empty glasses and one half-full glass of water. A few bandages and what seemed to be a few bottles with medicine and a tube of some kind.

Scanning herself, she found her left-arm in a sling resting on her chest. Her leg was bandaged, and her cuts were covered by patches, the green of old dried ectoplasm adorning the worst wounds.

Her clothes were ripped on a few spots, and her hair was no longer in its signature pony-tail. The burning was soft and rippled, reflecting her condition.

She felt awful, and pain was throbbing in her head, and she felt strangely warm, much warmer than usual.

'Great, injured and sick.' She sighs, but a groan follows after when she registers the pain in her chest.

Yep, add a broken rib to the list.

The blue-haired girl tried to get herself upright, but she finds she can hardly force her right-arm to move. Please don't tell me I'm disabled!

She groans, loud, but it was already night out, so whoever saved her -that doesn't sound embarrassing at all!- was most likely asleep.

But then the sound of a fridge opening caught her ear. She tried to turn herself to look, but she forgot about her arm for a split-second, and she hissed in pain as it hit the couch.

Footsteps come closer, and deep inside she feels something strange -is that fear?- boiling up.

They come closer and closer, until they are right next to her. Turning away from the couch, she followed the shadowy form up, until she was looking at where the guy's face must be.

The clouds outside opened up, allowing the moon to shine inside. The light engulfed the room, and she could identify the person who saved her.

And what a surprise that became to be!

"D-dipstick?"

"Ember."

Normally during the night, one would expect the lights to be out in an apartment. But, the lights in one specific apartment were on, lighting up the room.

Ember was still on the couch, but her head was now lying on a collection of pillows gathered against the armrest of the sofa.

"So, you saved me, huh?" Ember spoke after the long silence that had fallen over the guitarist after Danny had explained what had happened yesterday morning.

"You say it like that's a bad thing." He teased, his mind still a bit groggy, but rational enough to keep up with the ghost diva.

"Just… Trying to get everything sorted in my head."

"Okay."

And the silence returned. Both were deep in thought, and after a few tensive moments Danny decides that he needed to know.

"I guess that this time it wasn't 'just an argument'?" He asked nervously, using quotations in the air to pass the message over. She took a few moments, but eventually nodded.

"He'd had it coming for some time, though. He always complained, never did anything for me and he didn't even call me by my name. You try and live with a guy who always calls you 'woman'!" She explained, still wary of her voice. Danny had told her that he had two family members sleeping across the hallway, and one really needed her sleep after a long day.

"Yeah, figures." Danny agreed before taking a sip from his glass of water.

"What happened to that tin can anyways?" Ember decided to ask as she shifted a bit in the pillows, getting her head more comfortable with her hair sprawled like it is.

"I gave him a piece of my mind. It'll be a miracle for him to return with a new armor so quick. If he even has the guts to come back after our little 'talk'." Danny states, no remorse or guilt in his voice. That slightly surprised the ghost-girl. She always heard how reluctant he was to go full-out against ghosts who weren't able to handle it, like she. But he talks about it like there was no other way to it.

"Looks like you've grown some balls after all, dipstick."

"Don't get any funny ideas, Ember. Just payback for what he did. Oh, uhm, and sorry for, uh, your guitar."

She flinched, the memory returning to her mind. She took a deep breath, but it came out shakily, not like how she hoped it would.

"It's alright. I-I've got others." She tried to shake it off before the halfa noticed, but he seemed to have caught on anyways.

"But it was important, wasn't it?"

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?" She fired back, her regular self shining through. Danny didn't flinch at the sudden outburst, and he knew that if she could react like that, she'll be fine.

Eventually.

"Sorry." She muttered, almost inaudible for the half-ghost. His head took a one-eighty to the blue-haired girl, almost unable to register what she had just said.

Did the Ember McLain just apologize?

"Did you just…?"

"Don't you dare say that to anyone! Or I'll have your head." She grumbled, her normal spicy attitude back. He shook it off with a soft laugh, putting it to her exhaustion, and left the subject to rest.

After assuring that she was going to be okay, with Ember reluctantly letting him check her wounds, he finished his glass of water before 'hitting the hay' as Ember would put it.

'I'm starting to sound more like her.' He mutters in his mind as he slumped into his bed.

"Ember."

"What?"

She opened her eyes, adjusting to the light pouring into the room. She scanned the area, her eyes falling on the red-head standing at the edge of the couch, a plate with eggs and bacon in one hand and a glass of water in the other.

"Hungry?" The girl asked. It took a few moments, but the diva finally recognized her as the Phantom's human sister. She simply nodded as she got a bit more comfortable in the couch. She flinched at her arm as it hit the sofa, again.

"I had to put a lot of force to get it relocated." Jazz states as she puts the plate and glass on a small table next to her. She eyed the ginger-head for a few moments before shrugging and she turned to eat her food.

After some time, Danny was next to wake up, entering the room with one hand rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He greeted his sister as she put a plate on its regular spot for the halfa. He notices Ember eating her food, and had to tear his eyes off her to focus on his own food.

Lastly was Danielle, who slowly walked into the room, holding a stuffed ghost in her arms. She yawned as she entered.

"Morning sweetie." Jazz greets from the kitchen as she prepared the last two plates.

"Mornin' Aunt Jazz." The little girl managed to say between two yawns. As she walked to the table, her eyes caught the blue hair from the diva moving. Curious, she went to check, and was pleasantly surprised (and suddenly a lot more awake) to find the blue-head eating.

"Ember, you're awake!"

"Sure am, kiddo. But what are you doing here?"

"Dani's my daughter." Danny said as if it was the most normal of things in the world. The pop star shot up a lot straighter, a surprised expression on her face.

"You adopted her, dipstick?"

"Technically, because she was made with Danny's DNA, she really is his daughter." Jazz explained as she put the last of breakfast on the table. Danielle didn't need to see the hint and she rushed to the table, grabbing her toast and digging in.

"Not bad meant, but aren't you a bit too young to be a pops?" Ember asked, genuinely curious. She had met Danielle a few times when she went with Danny, her dad apparently, and the diva really liked the kid. When she heard the little girl's back-story, she only grew in respect for both halfas. 'No kid should ever have to face that.'

"If this was a normal family, maybe. But we aren't, so I don't see the problem." Danny spoke between bites. He was very well aware how strange it might sound. A 17 year old taking care of a ten-year old.

Ember could only agree, although she didn't voice it, as she slumped back into the couch, the sudden jolt of pain from her arm reminding her that she wasn't healed yet.

An hour later, and Jazz was getting ready for work. She had to work during the weekend seeing as her studies were in the week. She put her keys away and made a last mental check before opening the door.

"I'm off!" She called before closing the door. The routine was normal for the two Fentons, so calling back wasn't even needed anymore.

"Where's Red going?"

"She works in Amity Mall in a clothes store. I can't offer the luxury of a job, unless you take my fights with ghosts as a 'job', so she has to pay for the bills. Besides, it's her apartment, I'm only allowed to live here along with Dani." Danny explained as he flipped through the morning paper. A habit his dad had, he picked it up to keep an eye on suspicious things concerning Vlad. The head read about the attack from yesterday, and Ember cringed as she notices the way the picture showed how she was shot back by the blast from Skulker.

"That doesn't look pleasant." Dani notes from her seat as she notices the picture. Danny looked up from the paper with a questioning look, noticing how both girls are eying the paper's head. He turns it so he can see the picture himself and visible cringes.

"Ouch. Like that it even looks more painful."

"Don't remind me." Ember grumbles as she slums back into the couch. Her chest still feels terrible, and she's sure that that broken rib isn't healed yet. Her arm was at least already starting to feel better.

She scans the room for something to do and notices the book resting on the coffee-table. She reached out and grabs it before examining the title.

"'Twilight'? This yours, dipstick?"

Danny looks up from the paper and quickly examines the book. A smirk plays on his face as his eyes dart to his daughter.

"No, that's Danielle's." He states with a teasing tone in his voice. Said girl looks up from her homework and shrugs.

"You reading this shi-stuff?" Ember quickly corrects herself, and both halfas note this.

"I know, not everyone agrees with it. And, don't worry. I've heard worse curses."

Ember eyes the elder halfa, and he shrugs, used to the unique personality of his little girl. Mature yet young.

"You really aren't a normal family."

"So, how did the fight with Ember go?"

Sam her voice sounded through the Fenton Phone in his ear. He was about to answer, but the halfa was just able to avoid another blast from the ghost he was fighting right now.

"Didn't really fight. I had to save her from being evaporated by Skulker." He spoke through the mic, right after that firing a few blasts at the ectoplasm entity below.

"They were fighting, again?" Came Tucker's annoyed voice. He was the one who was the most concerned with those two their relationship.

"I think it was more like, one had dumped the other and the other got mad." He fired at point-blank, knocking the ghost in the nearest wall. Danny took the Fenton Thermos and sucked the ghost up before closing it. He checked the damage. Limited this time, a good sign.

"Ouch, that's got to hurt." Tucker voiced his worry, as small as it was.

"For Ember. I think that those two aren't going to get together any time soon." Danny states as he takes off from the street. They were doing their routine Sunday Patrol before the team had to deal with school and homework.

"Why, because they have such large ego's?" Sam joked from the other side of the line. Danny cringed, knowing that the diva would surely have made a snarly remark to that.

"More like, she's healing at our place for the next week."

"WHAT?!"

He flinched, the yells from his friends ringing through his ears now. Sure, he had expected some surprised reactions, but that was a bit more.

"You're letting that blue-haired diva stay at your place?" Sam asked. She knew that Danny sometimes made some bad choices, but letting her sleep at his place?!

"Yeah, man. That's just asking for trouble."

"Guys. She's already stayed there for the night and the whole day. Everything went fine, she's not going to just try and kill me. We're past that point."

"Yeah, right. What if it's an act?" Sam interjected, growing a bit frustrated.

"Sam. I get it, you're worried. Remember last time we fought, for real? I almost killed her!" Danny exclaims, growing frustrated himself. Inwardly he sighed, and a shiver rolled down his spine as he remembered that fight around a year ago. Already he had grown very strong then, and he was trying to get a hold of a few new powers. Ember tried the usual mind-control, but in the fight he had to call a halt when the halfa saw that she was almost at Death's door.

Again.

"You still blaming yourself for that?" Tucker asked, a bit worried for his friend. Everyone knew that Danny had that hero-complex and he often blamed himself for things.

"Maybe. But, that's beside the point."

"Danny, are you there?" Jazz her voice suddenly cut in. Her brother breathed out in relief, although he knew that Sam was going to continue the conversation another time.

"Yeah, I'm here. What's wrong?" He answered into his Fenton Phone.

"Ember causing trouble?" Sam asked, and at that moment Danny felt like he could break her neck.

"No, it's Ellie. She called from her friend's place, but only said that you had to come, fast!"

By the time Jazz finished talking, Danny was already heading to the house at record speed. The wind gushed past him, his ghostly trail swirling behind him with worry.

He arrived at the building in the town suburbs in less than 5 minutes. He landed on the ground and checked to see that no one was looking before transforming back to human. He walked to the door an gave a knock.

"Danny!"

That was Amy who shouted, but he couldn't tell from where. He noticed that no one was coming and instead chose to phase through the door and into the house. As he walks into the hallway, he immediately finds that there are holes and burned marks in the walls and on the floor and even on the ceiling.

"Kids!" He shouts as he starts looking through the house. The living room is trashed, the kitchen looks like a mess and the dining room is flipped upside down (not literally). The bedrooms were empty and the bathroom was flooded, with that the only place left is the backyard.

He charged through the unlocked door, a scowl on his face as he took in the situation.

Danielle was scooted in a corner, surrounded by her friends. Amy was the little girl with blonde locks and brown eyes. The little girl was wearing a simple green sundress and sandals. Jake was the boy with spiky black hair and emerald eyes. He had a black shirt and red jacket on and blue jeans with matching dark-blue sneakers. The two young ones were holding on to their friend, who had a determined and protective look in her eyes.

Danny silently praised her for being so strong as his eyes fell on the ghosts floating only a meter away from the trio.

The group that had once followed Freakshow. Even after they were freed, it seemed that he had an effect on them, the group becoming known as feared thieves. They stole anything they could grab, and knowing that the house they were at, Amy's house, belonged to a wealthy family, it was no surprise they had come here to steal. Too bad they stumbled across the kids.

One was about to fire an ectoblast, but Danny was faster, blasting them into the ground. He made his way to stand in front of the trio, arms spread wide to protect them.

"Daddy!" Dani called in relief, her friends allowing hope to come to their features. Both were a bit shaken by the sudden attack, but were fine otherwise.

"Stay back, they're mine!"

The signature white ring appeared around Danny's waist, and it enveloped him, revealing Danny Phantom in his place. He bared his teeth and his hands glowed a menacing green, the ghosts who had attacked them mere minutes ago without mercy now cowering in fear.

"Never hurt my daughter and her friends, you hear!" He shouted before firing a blast from his hands. One ghost was too late to dodge and he was hit, flying across the lawn and into the picket fence around the backyard.

"Sorry." Danny muttered to Amy as she and the others stood up. She gave a shaky but still reassuring smile.

"It's okay." She spoke with a gentle and kind voice. Even after being attacked by a group of ghosts, she still kept her sweetness.

"No biggie, right Dani?" Jake spoke up, that spunk yet smart attitude from him clear in his tone. He was the smartest, but also cool kid. Dani suppressed the urge to blush and nodded.

Danny turned around, just in time to put a shield up and protect them from an ecto-blast. Lydia, supposed leader of the group, unleashed her tattoo-ghosts. The halfa smirked as he charged the shield around them before unleashing it, the energy bursting open and evaporating all the tattoo's.

They slowly backed away, and nearly jumped in the air at a scream coming from the house. Everyone turned to find a woman dressed in a white office-dress and high heels shaking on her legs, hand in front of her mouth to keep the rest of her scream back.

'Oh boy.' Danny thought as he noticed Amy's parents, the Parksons, in the open backdoor.

"Get on you, and never come back! " Danny snarled one last time at the ghosts, and they quickly flew off. Everyone turned to face the now no longer shaking Mrs. Parkson and the fuming Mr. Parkson.

"H-hey mom, d-dad." Amy greeted, feeling a bit nervous with her friends around and Danny as Phantom only a few feet away.

"Amanda June Parkson!" Mr. Parkson called with a yell, fuming with anger, mostly because of how a mess the house was. "Come here this instance!"

Instead of listening, Amy quickly hid herself behind Phantom, clutching on to his leg and burying her face in the fabric of his suit. He was a bit surprised with her reaction, but understood that the girl was still a bit wary from the ghost-attack. He placed a comforting hand on her head, and felt the tension in her grip relax.

"YOU!" Mrs. Parkson suddenly sneered, her anger a volcano in comparison to her husband's. "Get your hands of MY daughter!"

Danny quickly complied with reluctance, but he felt that it only scared Amy more, her hands clutching the pants of his suit with a deathly grip. He was sure that, if it wasn't made to be so strong, the fabric would be tearing at her grip.

"Stop yelling, you're only making her more scared!" Jake shouted, growing angrier with the adults the more they scare his best friend. Both adults gave him a piercing glare, but he didn't back down, only becoming more confident in his position.

"Phantom saved us! Those ghosts were here to steal from you, he chased them away!" Danielle defended her father without actually revealing that detail. The Parksons seemed to relax, although little, and Amy's mother took a few shaking breaths before she was finally calmer.

"Thank you for protecting the children, Mr. Phantom. Now, if you will, you can go. Jake, your father is here to pick you up, and I know you can get home safely Dani." Mr. Parkson began with a much calmer voice. Danny peeled Amy from his leg and flashed her a reassuring smile. She relaxed and visibly calmed down, her shaking going away. Jake was already grabbing his backpack.

The friends bid farewell as Danny took off. He flew far enough away to be out of sight, and patiently waited until he saw Dani hiding behind a dumpster before going ghost. She flew up with her backpack ready and the two Phantoms left the scene.

Back in the house, the Parksons were trying to assess the damage.

Amy was shuffling with her feet, but when the looming shadow of her mother came into view, she steeled her body and soul.

"You know what's going to happen, right?" Came the calm and cold voice of Mrs. Parkson as she gazed at her failure of a daughter. Of course she would never reveal this in public, that would be a terrible thing for their PR.

Amy took a deep breath and looked up, the fear clear in her eyes but always covering the harsh steel of her soul. She closed them before the inevitable came.

SLAP!

The sun was starting to set, the horizon bathing in the beautiful pallet of color.

Dani her eyes were fixated on the scenes outside, the girl watching cars drive by as people came home to family and friends.

Diner had just been finished, and the two older Fentons were right now cleaning the dishes. Ember was sitting upright in the couch, her arm still in a sling but already some of her cuts and bruises healed. Jazz had been kind enough to buy the teen a book about music, and she took it with minimal show of her gratitude.

Of course Danny was able to see behind that mask, having seen the ghost in her worst, and could see that she was very happy with the gift.

After some time, Danielle grew bored with the sights and jumped from the window sill. She sneaked over to the back of Ember and was preparing to jump her. With one good push from her legs and a lung forwards, she jumped, only for Ember to suddenly turn intangible and for the young halfa to roll over the couch and end up face-first into the pillow resting against the armrest.

"Nice try, kiddo." Ember comments as she turns back and focuses on the book on her lap.

"But that's no fun!" She cries in mock-annoyance. Danny entered from the kitchen and ruffled the girls hair, eliciting a playful "hey!" from the halfa.

"Ember needs to heal, Dani. Jumping on her won't help."

"Making me laugh does." She quickly comments, a smug look on her face.

"You didn't even crack a smile!" Danielle pouts as she stomps her foot on the sofa.

"Inside I did, little bud."

It took a moment before she caught on what the ghost implied, and a small smile came to her face before she jumps down from the couch. Taking a moment to think, the young halfa leaves to her room, going so far as to phase through the walls instead of taking the door.

Danny turns back to look at the pop star, noting how engrossed she seems to be in the book.

"Is it a good one?" He asks as he takes a seat in the couch. She looks up from the pages, and this time the diva actually does smile.

"Honestly, yeah. Never dreamt of the day I could enjoy a book. You're rubbing off on me, Phantom."

"Fenton. Like this, I'm Fenton." Danny corrects as he gestures to his human form. The smile the ghost-girl sported turns to a frown at that.

"Whatever, dipstick." She murmurs before turning back to the book.

"Danny!" Jazz calls from the kitchen, phone in her hand. Her younger brother stands up from the couch and turns to her as Jazz enters the living room.

"Yeah?"

"Tucker called. He said they got all of them."

"Good. I'll go and take a look." Danny said before walking to the chair at the dining table and grabbing his coat. Temperatures were dropping, and even though he has an ice-core, it still felt cold in his human form.

"Look at what?" Ember asked as she turns around, her attention no longer on the book, but now on the half-ghost. Danny gave her a smug look before doing a zipping motion in front of his mouth. She glares at him, but he can see that she won't do anything about it.

With that he tells Danielle he's off before leaving the apartment, closing the door behind him.

"You know what dipstick is up to?" Ember decides to ask to the ginger-head.

"Don't know. But knowing my little brother, he'll have something good planned." She explains before heading back into the kitchen. She still has dishes to wash.

The pop star turns back and tries to read the rest of her book but for some reason she can't keep Phantom out of her head.

'No, he said it's Fenton when he's human. Wait, since when do I care?'

The sun was already gone, the moon shining bright in the sky when Danny came back to the apartment. He closed the door without making a noise and tiptoed to the dining table. Putting his jacket away, he was about to leave to his room when an eerie blue light shone on his back.

He turned around and found that the source was the fire from Ember's ponytail, the girl standing in the corner of the living room with her arm crossed, hovering slightly over the sling where her other arm was in.

Her expression was blank, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't read anything from it.

"What did you do?" She asked, her voice cold and collected. Okay, this really is unlike her.

"Like I said, to take a look."

"Take a look, my arse! What were you really doing, Fenton."

"I can't tell you." Danny tried to get away from the possible threat. He always acted calm around her, but seeing her like this was starting to scare him.

"Why not? Because you don't trust me? Because I'm a ghost? Why, dipstick, why? I can tell, no one here trusts me. Then why am I even here?"

"Ember, I-I just can't…" He rubbed his neck as he tried to get a good explanation, but he fell short.

"Why, Danny?"

His head shot straight and his heart skipped a fearing beat. She NEVER called him by his real name. Ever. The hurt and pain in her voice, the betrayal in her eyes. Now he realized. She had been trusting them the entire time, but none of them returned that trust.

"Fine, you want to know?"

"Very." She states, trying to keep herself composed. She had been questioning her trust in them ever since they didn't show it back, even though they tried to hide it behind jokes and banter. Even Danielle seemed a bit wary of the diva, and that had been the last nail.

"Fine. I asked Tucker and Sam to got to the park and search the spot where you and Skulker had fought. I told them to try and find the pieces of your guitar. And guess what, they found them, all of them! Tucker is spending the entire night right now to try and fix it whilst I had to take a trip through the Ghost Zone and gets some materials for him to use! Now happy?"

She was gaping at him, her mouth hanging open and her mind turning around like a Ferris wheel. She heard the honesty dripping from his words, and his expression showed that he felt offended by her sudden distrust.

They did show their trust, fixing her guitar was that show.

What and idiot she has been.

"I-I… I'm… I'm sorry… I-I didn't know that you would… go so far for me. I mean, we've always been enemies, and I just thought that, well, you didn't trust me?"

"Ember, ever since I almost… Killed you, I've always been more careful with things. I know we're supposed to be enemies, but I'm really starting to question that as of late. Enemies normally don't trust each other, so the fact that we trust you and you trust us makes this, well, complicated." Danny explained as he motioned for her to sit. She complied, taking in what he's telling her. She felt that he was right in a way. They trusted each other, enemies don't. The last time they've really fought fist to fist without anything between seems so far ago already.

"I get where you're coming from, dipstick. Honest. But, what would the rest think if they find out that we're not, well, enemies anymore?" She asked, growing concerned. She wasn't sure about ditching Phantom as her enemy, but if she would then what about the friends she has in the Ghost Zone? Sure, Kitty goes along well with them, and she already stopped viewing them as her enemies and actually started calling them her 'friends'.

'Could I become a friend for them?'

She honestly doesn't know.

Author's note: Alright, that is chapter 2. Man, getting Ember's personality right is very hard. But, I'm getting there. Anyways, remember to review, fav and follow and I'll see ya'll real soon!