So… I sorta lied last chapter… It looks like you don't get to see the stuff at Sable go down yet, but next chapter, I swear! I just thought we should kind of check in with everyone else, see their reactions to half the Ghostketeers going missing. I can't have Danny returning to the human world with everything all calm, can I?

IT MUST BE CHAOS!

So here, chaos descends.

Shiikun: That'll be fun, won't it?

ShinyMudkipGal: Absolutely love the gameshow intro, it made me smile so much, thanks for that!

Princessbinas: Oh yeah. Great stuff will happen next chapter

Sophia the daughter of Nyx: Thanks!

LooneyAces: It's gonna be intense when they do

Guest: You are absolutely correct

Phantomfanforever: But did I say I was good at them, that's the question :P But I have done a lot of stuff (no matter how brief)

Mimi1012: I am unable to release such information without the consent of said character… Danny says I'm not allowed to tell you at this point in time, sorry ;P

Buster McLeigh: Aw, it means so much to me when you guys say stuff like this. Keeps me motivated to write

Third Comment: I have what I think is a pretty cute reunion scene in mind

I should note that this chapter starts off the at the morning the same day of the last chapter, so around the time Danny is waking up.

Have fun, enjoy!


Jazz was tugging on her hairband as she glanced around her living room. The Mansons, the Foleys, Paulina's dad, the Baxter's, and Star's older sister were with her. They were all waiting for a police officer. Last night, after the Ghosketeer meeting ended, Jazz had gone to the library for a quick minute. When she returned, the house had been empty, the lab trashed, and the Specter Speeder gone. Suffice to say, Jazz had panicked. She contacted all the Ghostketeers, and found that Tucker, Sam, Paulina, Star, Dash, and Kwan had not returned home. Their parents panicked much the same as Jazz had, and now they were all here.

There was a knock at the door, and Jazz shot to her feet. Several parents followed her as she welcomed the officer.

"You're the ones who made the call about the missing, uh, Ghostketeers?" The officer asked. The parents (plus Star's sister) crowded forwards started shouting out questions all at once, while Jazz slipped through the crowd up to the officer.

"Yes, we are." The adults quieted down as Jazz spoke.

"Okay. I'm Officer Jackson, I was sent here to clarify last night's events. Can anyone tell me what happened?" Jackson pulled a small notebook from his pocket and stared expectantly around the group. The Mansons spoke first.

"My daughter came over here last night, for a meeting about ghosts," Pamela spat the word. "And didn't return home after. The Fenton's obviously kidnapped her."

"My parents didn't kidnap anyone," Jazz snapped, glaring at the socialite couple. "We were having one of our daily Ghostketeer meetings, and when the meeting ended I left the house. When I returned, everyone was gone, and the lab was a mess."

"May I see the lab?"

Jazz nodded, and everyone followed her downstairs. She had yet to clean anything up, for fear of disturbing a crime scene, so everything had been left as she found it. Weapons and half-finished inventions were strewn about on the floor between smashed panels that had fallen from the walls and ceiling. Near one of the walls was a sickening amount of blood. The only thing Jazz had touched, was the portal, and that was to close it.

"Do you have any idea whose blood that is?" Jackson asked.

"No, I don't," Jazz shook her head.

"If they harmed my daughter, those Fenton's will be in big trouble," Henry, Paulina's father, growled.

"Now hold on, we have don't know for sure what happened here. It won't benefit anyone if we start making assumptions," Jackson said. He almost flinched at the harsh glare he received from Henry, and turned his attention to the corners of the room. "Those cameras, do they work?"

Everyone followed his gaze.

"I think they do. My parents have never watched any footage, but they always seem to be one." Jazz approached one of the computers and logged on using the password Maddie had told her. She searched through the files, ignoring anything invention related, until she finally found on labeled Security Footage. She clicked it, and the screen blew up with hundreds of files. Apparently, at the end of each day when the computers clock turned to twelve, the camera footage was automatically labeled and filed. Jazz searched yesterday's date and found the file.

"Apparently they do. I have the footage from yesterday." Jazz clicked the video and moved it ahead to the time when the meeting was winding down. She sat back and everyone crowded around her shoulders to see the screen. It showed most of the Ghostketeers leaving, with Lancer lingering in the corner, and the A-listers hiding on the stairs. The audio on the recording wasn't excellent, but the picture quality was. Either way, no one would be able to mistake the gun in Jack's hand as the older Fenton's approached their son, or the device in Dash's that looked like one of the Fenton's more compact weapons. As Danny was back against the wall, they noticed how he didn't look quite right. His figure was blurred, and he was he a little bit see-through? Everyone gasped when Jack and Dash shot Danny, a few eyes turning on the blood that could now be identified.

The Fenton boy's scream, despite the poor audio quality, was heard loud and clear by everyone watching. The camera shook, the scatted pieces of wall and ceiling that were in shambles at their feet fell in the video, and then the ghosts came. The Ghostketeers leapt into action. Or most of them did. Jack immediately turned the gun he had used on Danny onto the first of the skeletons. Maddie grabbed a bazooka from the wall rack, and Sam and Tucker grabbed their own guns while standing protectively over Danny. The A-lister's reactions weren't as quick. Kwan hesitated a moment before copying Sam and Tucker, and he urged his friends to do the same. Paulina and Dash screamed when the ghosts broke through, each one scrambling to hide behind the other. When Dash saw that Kwan was taking action, he hesitantly followed suit. After all, Dash was supposed to be the cool one.

Paulina, however, made no move to fight whatsoever, and instead found refuge inside the elongated Speeder. Star, having no experience fighting ghosts, was quick to follow.

It took only a few seconds for the people watching the tape to see it was very one sided fight. The Ghostketeers were easily pushed back. Tucker knelt down beside Danny and started his attempts at rousing the boy, then a ghost grabbed Sam and she screamed.

"Sammykins!" Pamela cried, leaning further over Jazz.

It was then that Danny's eyes shot open, and they had a faint green glow to them. He saw the ghosts taking Sam through the portal, and immediately followed, blood spattering the ground as he ran forwards. Tucker moved, probably to chase after Danny, but was stopped by Maddie. She spoke quickly, motioning to the Speeder, and Tucker nodded. Maddie turned and addressed the remaining Ghostketeers, and everyone piled into the Speeder. The vehicles started up, lifting off the ground, than shot into the swirling green ectoplasm.

Jazz stopped the video.

"A ghost took Sam!" Jeremy Manson cried out.

"Those Fenton's took my girl!" Henry fumed.

"They all went to get Danny, and probably Sam, too," Jazz clarified. "That is why Danny went in in the first place. He would never leave without Sam."

"So what are we supposed to do? Just trust that a fifteen year old boy is going to save our daughter?" Pamela asked.

"No. You're supposed to trust trained ghost hunters to save her." Jazz crossed her arms and faced the Mansons. She was tired of them insulting her family.

"I will admit that Maddie is competent, but not while she has to keep Jack in check," Pamela scoffed.

"Not just my parents. All of them. Except for maybe Star, they've all been trained on how to fight ghosts. They know how to work our weapons, they know a little bit of hand-to-hand. Sam too." Jazz and Pamela stared each other down, while Jackson stepped in between them.

"Is that true?" He asked Jazz.

"Yes. That's what the Ghostketeers are for. My parents started it as a method of teaching students of Casper High how to properly defend themselves, if they wanted too."

"Hmm. The police force isn't equipped for a rescue in the Ghost Zone. For now, we will have to trust that they will be able to take care of themselves."

"But my daughter-"

"Will not be left in there. I'll ask the mayor to contact the GIW, and maybe some other ghost hunters, so that people with the proper training and knowledge can go after them."

Henry looked like he wanted to protest more, as did the Mansons. But the Foleys and Stars sister seemed to agree.

"Jack may not seem like the best person to keep our kids safe, but I trust him. And I trust my son and his best friend," Maurice said, and Angela gave a quick nod in agreement.

"I know Star isn't equipped to take care of herself, but she's smart, and the Fentons are certainly capable."

Jazz smiled at Amber, Star's older sister, in thanks. They were in the same grade, and while they weren't friends, they spoke to each other often. Amber was one of the few people in Amit Park who hadn't dismissed Jazz's parents as crazy before ghosts were proven to be real.

"How long would it take for the GIW to arrive?" Jazz asked.

"If we act fast, they can be here in a few hours' time," Jackson estimated. The parents whispered hastily to each other, and everyone agreed.

"Good. I'll head over to the mayor's now," Jackson nodded his farewell and left Fentonworks.

"Is what you said about your brother true?" Amber asked as the parents left as well.

"About what?"

"That he wouldn't return until Sam was safe," Amber clarified.

"Oh, yeah. I know my little brother, and there's no way he would ever let anything bad happen to her."

"So it's true then, he really does love her?" Amber turned towards the computer, where the thumbnails of previous saved video files filled the screen.

"Since the day they met. But I honestly don't think he realized it until rather recently."

"So she probably knows a lot about him."

"Yeah, they're best friends."

"Does she know about this?" Amber pointed to the computer screen.

"Huh?" Jazz turned and followed her finger. One of the frozen images on the screen was a picture of Danny. Jazz looked at it closely. Danny was standing tall, and there was a white ring around his shoulders, and round his knees. Outside the rings he looked as normal as ever, but inside his t-shirt and jeans were being replaced with a black jumpsuit, a familiar logo scrawled across his chest.


"Damn ghosts," Valerie swore. Currently, she was zooming around Amity Park, hunting down various skeletal ghosts that had appeared earlier this morning. She had been on her way to school, but these ghosts were dangerous, and she couldn't just leave them flying around. Technically, she had yet to actually beat one of the strange black skeletons. Valerie would see one fly by, and immediately give chase, firing after it. Her shots mostly hit, but they didn't seem to be doing any damage to the things. And after a while of cat and mouse (Valerie honestly wasn't sure who was the cat, and who was the mouse) the ghost would simply disappear. She growled in frustration as her suit compacted down to the band on her wrist again, having lost sight of her most recent prey.

The sound of the bell for homeroom reached Val's ears from two streets over.

How is that thing so loud? Valerie thought as she started running to school.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Mr. Lancer," she gasped as she burst through the door to her classroom. There were a few giggles, and Valerie looked up to see that Lancer was not standing at the front of the class.

"Oh…" Valerie stood up and straightened her shirt, then went to sit down. She turned to talk to the person next to her, which turned out to be Nathan. Valerie cringed, but asked anyways. "Where's Lancer?"

"Hey Valerie! And I don't know. Haven't seen him since the meeting last night," Nathan answered enthusiastically. Valerie frowned. Everyone knew that Lancer loved his job. The only way that he would take a sick day is if Ishiyama forced him to, or he became hospitalized. Valerie's eyes skimmed over her classmates, and she noticed more than a few empty seats.

"Where is everyone?" Valerie asked.

Nathan shrugged. "Again, no idea. No one's seen 'em. Although it isn't strange for Danny to be late."

"I think something bad happened," Mikey, who was sitting in front of Nathan, added quickly. "I always go by Fentonworks on my way to school. There were a bunch of cars outside, a cop car too!"

They exchanged worried glances. The Fentons used to receive a lot of police visits because of neighbourly complaints, but since it became known that ghosts were real it had stopped. Yes, the 'sounds' of inventing, namely louds bangs and shouts, which echoed from Fentworks were annoying. But the results of those bands and shouts were usually the third line of defense in case of a ghost attack. First being Phantom, and second usually being the Red Huntress.

"What do you think happened?" Valerie asked, because if anyone could come up with decent theories, it would by Mikey. But before the skinny nerd could reply, Ishiyama entered the classroom.

"Children, since we have been unable to contact Mr. Lancer this morning, I will be subbing for his classes today," Ishiyama said as she approached the front of the classroom. The students groaned. While Ishiyama seemed to be a cheerful and easygoing person, in the classroom she could be one of the strictest teachers you would ever know.

"This is going to be a long hour," Nathan muttered, then he glanced at Valerie out of the corner of his eye. "It would also be the perfect time for you to agree to go to senior prom with me?"

"The answers still no," Valerie said quickly. She felt a little guilty as she saw Nathan's dejected expression, but she had made it very clear she wasn't interested in the alien fanatic. He was the one who wouldn't stop asking.


It was lunchtime when word went around that they were missing. Mr. Lancer, the infamous trio, and the A-listers. No one had seen them since the Ghostketeer meeting yesterday. As if drawn together by this one event, the Ghostketeers, plus a few of their friends, gathered around one table at lunch. This obviously resulted in them getting a few confused stares.

Seniors and freshmen?

Jocks and nerds?

Popular (former and otherwise) and losers?

All at one table?

The Ghostketeers hardly noticed. Nathan had seen Valerie sitting alone, and went to join her. The others had soon followed.

"So none of you saw them after the meeting?" Valerie asked the group at large.

"No way. I was the first one out of there," Jason, a senior baseball jock, shook his head. "What about you guys?"

"I never wait around at those things, I'm mostly just there for the guns," a girl with dyed blue hair and a Star Wars t-shirt scoffed. Valerie thought her name was Morgan, and that she was a year older.

"W-well, I kind of take my time leaving. I think that besides them, I was the last to go. And n-no one followed me out," a quiet voice stammered. All eyes fell on a shy looking freshmen. He fidgeted with what looked like a smooth black stone hanging around his neck.

"Hey, uh…" Jason glanced around the table for help, but it turned out that no one knew the young boy's name.

"Hayden," the boy in question supplied.

"Hayden. No need to be so nervous, we ain't gonna bite you," Jason grinned.

"But you're a senior! And a jock!" Hayden protested, as if that was reason enough for Jason to be mean to him. For some Casper High students, it was.

"Don't be such a baby. If the mean jock does decide to bite, then I'll protect you," the girl beside Hayden said. Her eyes darted around the table. "Erin. A freshwoman. Is that a problem?"

"Not at all," Jason chuckled. The older kids smiled at the only two freshmen in the group. Their closeness reminded them of Danny and Sam. The girl, Erin, was even seemed a little like the Goth. If they were Danny and Sam, Danny would have been the one to offer protection, and Sam would have protested while blushing. A rather predictable exchange. But they weren't, and Hayden simply gave a small nod at Erin's statement.

"So you think they disappeared from the Fenton's?" Morgan asked, bringing everyone back on topic.

"That's where Mikey said he saw the cop car. I bet the other cars belonged to their parents," Nathan confirmed.

"It's gotta be ghost related," Valerie said, partially on instinct. She may now know that not all ghosts are bad, and the grudgingly accepted that maybe, just maybe, Phantom wasn't completely to blame for her troubles. But it was hard to break habit, and Valerie's habits dictated that anything that went wrong was because of ghosts.

"I guess so, that would make sense," Jason agreed. Erin and Hayden, who didn't know enough on the subject, stayed quiet, while Amber and Nathan voiced their own agreements.

"D-do you think we should do something?" Hayden asked meekly.

"There isn't really a lot we can do," Jason said.

Well, maybe not you guys, Valerie smirked as she thought of her alter ego.

"But we have no idea what happened," Nathan pointed out. Again, there were nods all around the table.

"Not that I really care, but anyone have any theories?" Amber asked, resting her elbows on the table. For a few minutes, the Ghostketeers talked quietly amongst themselves, but none of their theories came close to the truth. In fact, none of them even really involved the Ghost Zone. Their conversation was cut short by a loud blaring. At the same time, Valerie felt the bracelet on her wrist start to buzz.

"Ghosts," Valerie said immediately and shot to her feet. The Ghostketeers followed while the rest of the student body paused, struggling to remember the purpose the alarm, then panicked when they remembered what it was for.

"All students please report to the auditorium," Ishiyama's voice blared over the intercom. The students flocked towards the doors, and the Ghostketeers were about to follow, when the noticed Valerie heading outside instead.

"Where are you going?" Nathan shouted.

Valerie stopped. "Um, bathroom?"

"Now? You sound kinda like Fenton," Amber said. "What? Everyone knows about his lame excuses."

"You're going to fight them?" Jason asked.

Valerie sighed and nodded, which resulted in a rather high pitched "eep" from Hayden. "We've been trained, we know how to fight ghosts. Aren't we kind of obligated to try?"

"But we've never actually fought them. Mr. and Mrs. Fenton hadn't even started us on patrols yet!" Nathan protested.

"So what? I know how to shoot a gun, so I'm gonna do it. Come on, guys, look at them!" Valerie pointed to the mass of students gathered around the door. "They're idiots. Someone's gotta protect them."

"Okay," Jason nodded.

"You did mention guns," Morgan grinned.

"You can't be s-serious?" Hayden cried.

"They sort of are," Nathan relented. "I guess I am to."

"You're all crazy," Erin shook her head.

"Then don't come with us. Go with everyone else to auditorium and protect them from there," Valerie offered. The two freshmen gladly accepted and ran off.

"So, do you actually have a plan?" Jason glanced at Valerie.

"Grab some Fenton Foamers and start shooting?" It sounded more like a question then a statement.

"I'm okay with that," Morgan ran off to the nearest glass case, the Fenton Foamers having been installed the same day as the shield and ecto-exodus alarm. The others followed, searching the halls for weapons, and started looking for the ghosts.

"Have you guys seen anything?" Valeria asked when they regrouped.

"Nothing at all, but the alarm is still going off," Jason shook his head.

"Thank you, Captain Obvious," Morgan sneered, then glanced behind them. "What if the ghosts are outside? I mean, this alarm is supposed to keep them out, right? Causes them pain if they're too close?"

Everyone blinked at her.

"What? Okay, so I'm not just there for the guns, but whatever. We have ghosts to fight. Charge!" Morgan hoisted her gun in the air and ran for the doors. Nathan, Jason, and Valerie exchanged grins, then followed, although only Jason released his own war cry. Morgan kicked the doors open, and her scream died in her throat.

"Um, guys? I don't think we're going to be enough," Morgan gulped. The other's faltered, looking over her shoulder. Standing on the street in front of the school was a massive army of black skeletal ghosts, more phasing up through the ground.

"Auditorium?" Jason practically squeaked.

"Auditorium," Valerie hastily agreed.


So, yes, I lied. No going to Sable in this chapter. But something interesting had to happen on earth, right? Is it interesting enough? What do you think of my OC's? I didn't just introduce them for now reason, though it's not like they'll play huge parts (I think). But the Ghostketeers will important later on, so they should kind of have names.

Lil' bit o' Nathan pity.

Lil' bit o' OC's.

Lil' bit o' Jazz.

'See' you next time!