I'm so happy a lot of you guys noticed that, yes, Danny is still a little psycho! I couldn't have him recover from a violent mental break down that easily, could I?

Sorry the chapter took a little longer than usual.

Princessbinas: Glad to know that it was to your liking :)

Sophia the daughter of Nyx: And ironically enough it's the chapter you have to wait the longest for

Mimi1012: Correct on both accounts! Note to self, never, ever, make Danny mad

GirlFish: Danny has left them outside the ghost shield to be at the mercy of his enemies. They are still stuck to the building that Danny pinned them to

Phantomfanforever: I decided it had been a while since there was some good, adorable, fluff to lighten the mood

LooneyAces: It is gonna be so exciting… I think

ShinyMudkipGal: *Jack Fenton's voice* Damn right he does!

Katpet: You are correct, both on the castle thing, and Danny losing his mind.

Mystic Myra 8: I'll take that as a complement :P

Argus Drax: It's good know that my update speed is satisfactory

Nesy: Oh, man, I don't think I could stand to kill Danny. I mean, if I have to I will, but it would be so hard.

Guest (1): Okay, I just want to say, that is one of the best things anyone has ever said to me, thank you so much, and I'm so happy that my story inspired you!

Potterheads2016: School's stressful, plays are a lot of work, but writing makes everything better! Glad to have you back, and thanks

Reptil: Ding, ding, ding, ding! Winner! Danny is indeed still snapped, so happy you caught that

Enjoy!


There was a fair bit of panic when the people of Amity Park discovered that the kid giving the orders, the one that was essentially their commander, had suddenly disappeared. It didn't help that the Ghostketeers who had been the last to see him would not divulge what happened during that final encounter. No matter how little they thought of the Fenton boy, or how unworthy they deemed him to be leading them, the moment he disappeared, everyone realized they had no idea what they were supposed to do. The Ghostketeers included, although they did at least know what was going on. Although for some reason they couldn't contact him through the Fenton Phone.

"They could freeze to death. Not to mention that without the shield, the ghosts could easily attack them."

"I doubt that we could just melt the ice, not if it's made by a ghost, right? It probably won't be normal."

"Probably not. Do we have any kind of heat based weapons?"

"No clue. Danny would probably know. He could probably make one, but since he isn't exactly here at the moment, that's not an option."

"Nope. But ghost fire is."

"What?"

"You know. Fire, made by ghosts? We know two that could do that."

"Really, we do?"

"Princess Dorathea and Ember, you idiot. Danny said the princess is a dragon, right? And Ember has her flaming ponytail, so she must at least be able to do something regarding fire."

"Cool, yeah!"

"Now we just have to get outside the shield, sneak around the city trying to find our allies, then reach Fenton Works and melt the ice, all without being seen by the more malevolent ghosts."

"Hey, it's your idea! If you're gonna complain about it, then we don't have to do it."

"Of course we do! Someone has to do something since Danny isn't here, and I thought I'd get all the complaining out of the way so that you can't do it later."

"… Fair enough."

"Uh, losers, what are you doing?"

Tucker and Sam looked up in unison and stopped what they were doing. Tucker in the process of loading his pockets with various gadgets, and his wrists with rays, and Sam with the Ecto-stoppo-power-ifier she had just taken from Jason cradled in her arms. Paulina, who had asked the question, was looking at them both in confusion, along with the other present Ghostketeers.

"We're going to thaw Fenton Works," Tucker explained simply.

"We can see that, but why are you assuming you guys'll be alone?" Valerie crossed her arms. While that hadn't been what Paulina was implying with her question, it certainly was a valid point that Lancer, Jazz, and Jack were interested to hear the answer to.

"Because it'll be faster?" Tucker offered.

"And when Skulker finds you, he might just decide that Danny's pelt isn't the only one he wants hanging on his wall," Valerie countered, shivering at the thought. While Skulker had never truly actively gone after the huntress after their first encounter, the self-proclaimed greatest hunter had made it known to her on several occasions that he wanted her 'pelt' as well.

"We're coming with you. You were right, Sam. Danny's not here right now, and we need to do something to help. Besides, I think that this might be a little more effective than those wrist rays." Jazz took the Fenton Peeler off of her belt and held it out so that the mechanical suit could form around her body. After spending the entire fight against Kraeva's wraiths encased in the suit, she was rather adept at using it now. A moment later the suit retracted.

"What about everyone else?" Sam asked, referring to the Amity Park citizens around the school that were currently having panic attacks.

"I'll stay and get them organized, with the rest of the Ghostketeers," Lancer spoke up while Sam groaned. She had been hoping that bringing up the clueless citizens would cause everyone to hesitate and choose to stay behind, but one of the Ghostketeers just had to be a very confident, preppy, and organized vice principal. While she did understand that it would be beneficial to have more Ghostketeers along, for more fighting power in case they were found, Sam knew that two people could move far more quickly than four or five. Especially when one of said four or five was the man famous around town for his bumbling antics.

"We're going with you, Sam," Jazz said, crossing her arms. Sam looked at Tucker, hoping for him to have something to say that would get them to stay behind, but he looked relieved at the additional help, and shrugged in the Goth's direction.

"Fine. Who's all coming?" Jazz, Jack, and Valerie immediately stepped forwards. Lancer, who had already voiced his part, made no move, and eyes settled on the Latina in the corner who, for reasons no one could fathom, was no surrounded by any other A-listers. In fact, she was the only one in the room.

"I'm not going out there. The fighting ruins my hair," Paulina whined, laying a defensive hand on her dark locks. Sam rolled her eyes, but was relieved. She was still reeling over the brief conversation she had had with her nemesis during the fight and was a little confused on Paulina's admission. That, and the fact that Sam didn't want to have to work side by side with her again.

"We'll meet you by the doors in five minutes," Sam said with a light sigh. She left the classroom, and a moment later Tucker followed.


Jazz took her time heading out to the doors, knowing that her father would take a while to get ready, while she already had the Fenton Peeler on hand and needed nothing else. Her slow walk was consumed with thoughts of her little brother. They all knew that he had gone to fight Kraeva, although they weren't sure how, since the slow spread of aura that had enveloped his body was completely different from the bright flash of teleportation. Jazz had originally assumed that he went to the Ghost Zone, and her thoughts were confirmed when the other Ghostketeers told her about Sable, the castle that they had gone to, and the one that Danny had most likely been referring too.

But they couldn't join him without access to the Fenton Portal, and for some reason Maddie wasn't answering over the Fenton Phones, so they couldn't tell her to go into the Ghost Zone and help Danny. Which only left one option. Wait until they can break through the ice, and then go to help. A process that will no doubt be long. Who knows what could happen in that time span.

To say Jazz was worried was an understatement. She knew Danny was an excellent fighter, having witnessed his battles before she knew who he was. But he had already admitted that defeating Kraeva on his own would be near impossible, and he had gone to do just that. Although, after witnessing Danny's display of power earlier, Jazz wasn't sure if it was truly impossible. That was another thing that worried her. At this point, all the Ghostketeers knew of the fragile state that was Danny's mind when it came to his obsession. After Hayden's death, in Danny's eyes, he must have failed big time.

When swapping stories, the other Ghostketeers had told her what happened after they rescued Sam, how Danny had been near catatonic and having panic attacks. Star divulged the information that she had heard him freaking out in the room he had been taken to upon returning to Princess Dorathea's castle, although she hadn't mentioned it to anyone earlier. And then Danny snapped when Hayden died. It had been horrifying to watch him rip into the wraiths, on many occasions forgoing the use of his ectoblasts and simply tearing them apart with his bare hands. At one point, before Jazz had gone to get Sam in the hopes that she could stop him, Danny's eyes had met hers, and she had felt fear like never before. The deep and bloody red boring into her. She knew that Danny was good, that Danny did good things, but in that moment, Jazz had been afraid of her little brother, and she hated it. The markings that had spread across his face didn't help either.

When his rampage had stopped, she had been a little more than relieved at Sam's success. She had also been surprised that he had seemed to recover so quickly. For a few moments Jazz had believed it was over, that Sam snapping Danny out of his rage was all that needed to be done. But the conversation she had overheard before the other ghosts had appeared had immediately quelled those beliefs.

Danny, her little brother, the hero and saviour of Amity Park, had left three GIW operatives outside the shield at the mercy of the ghosts, and refused to rescue them. Jazz may have hated them as well, knowing the part they played in Hayden's death, but this was just too much. And now she knew, Danny was far from okay. His eyes may not have been red, but his mind still was. Someone had to help him before it would be too late, and her brother would be lost forever.

Jazz took a deep breath and turned her mind to other matters, not wanting to dwell so long on thoughts so abysmal. The only tangent that came to mind was the GIW. It was nothing short of a miracle that they had yet to find the ghosts that were on Amity's side and wrongfully attack them, but it would only be a matter of time now that they were all in the same area. Before leaving, she would have to speak with the operative in charge. An action that she hoped wouldn't be a mistake.

Funnily enough, the GIW was also one of the reasons she had opted to join Sam and Tucker outside the shield. They had to retrieve the other three operatives and bring them to a safe area. At least an area safe from the ghosts. Jazz couldn't say how well they would fare when faced with the citizens of Amity Park angered at the loss of a young boy. But whatever they would do is no doubt far better than being at the mercy of a few bored and malevolent ghosts.

Jazz made her way through the school, searching the various classrooms for the one the remaining six GIW operatives occupied, having seen them come in here after returning to the shield. It didn't take her too long, and she found them discussing possible courses of action.

"Excuse me?" Jazz paused outside the door, knocking on the open frame, and the operatives turned to face her.

"Yes?" The dark skinned operative asked.

"I'm Jasmine Fenton, but you can call be Jazz, and yes, Dany's my younger brother. Can I speak to Operative O?" Jazz looked at the group expectantly and was pleased when the operative that had 'greeted' her moved.

"Affirmative." Operative O turned to the others and whispered something to them, then stepped out into the hall with Jazz. She cast a quick look around, and led him to another empty room, not wanting anyone to eavesdrop.

"What's your opinion of Danny Phantom?" Jazz asked abruptly when they were alone.

"Excuse me?"

"The ghost boy. As a GIW operative, what do you think of him?"

"As an operative, I believe he is an entity that needs to be contained before he causes any severe damage or puts people's lives at risk."

Jazz deflated at the operatives answer, having hoped he would be different from the others since he was willing to listen to Danny. Apparently she had been wrong. "Okay, sorry for wasting your time."

"As a citizen," Operative O continued, stopping Jazz before she could leave the room. "I believe that the ghost boy protects people, and should be left to protect them."

"Really?" Jazz could hardly believe what she had just heard. "Then how come you've been after him so many times? I've seen you guys here in Amity all the time."

"Because it's my job to capture Phantom. You'd be surprised, but while most of the GIW believe all ghosts are evil, not all of us do. We understand that they can be good as well, but if we are ordered to capture one we believe is good, we will," Operative O explained.

"What about a lot of them, that are helping us fight, and without them Amity Park will probably lose this fight?" Jazz asked carefully. What she was implying was obvious, and Operative O smiled.

"My orders for this mission were to come to Amity Park and assist with missing persons presumed to be in the Ghost Zone. The moment we saw that those people were okay, we were acting on our own beliefs. At the moment, I have no such orders to capture any ghosts I may encounter, and it is up to my personal opinion of whether I should do so."

Jazz smiled, glad that everything was going the way she wanted it to. "Then, if I were you, I'd just take care to notice who exactly the ghosts are fighting before going after them, the next time that I see one."

"Agreed."

Pleased, Jazz left the classroom and rushed to where she was supposed to meet the others, noting that she was the last one to arrive.

"Hey, Jazzy-pants, where did you go?" Jack asked, having expected his daughter to be the first one here.

"Taking care of something. We don't have to worry about the GIW attacking our allies," Jazz spoke as she unhooked the Fenton Peeler from her hip.

"How did you do that?" Tucker asked, impressed.

"It wasn't hard. Operative O may be employed by the GIW, but apparently he doesn't hate ghosts as much as we all think." Jazz brushed her thumb against one of the red buttons and looked up at the other Ghostketeers. She pressed down and the suit formed around her once again. "Anyways, what are we all standing her for? Don't we have some ghosts to find?"


Danny was a little surprised when he opened his eyes and found himself standing just outside of his lair, at the foot of the stairs leading up to the silver doors. He looked at the two statues standing in alcoves on either side of the doors. The faces were smooth and featureless, and they both wore a tunic and hooded cloak combination identical to Clockwork's, except instead of a cog to pin the cloak in place, the statues had pins in the shape of his DP symbol. One held a sword in both hands, and the other was wielding a scythe. It was this statue that Danny approached. He slipped the cloak, which was made of real fabric instead of stone, over the statues head and threw it over his own shoulder, pulling up the hood, then took the scythe from its hands.

For a moment, he admired the weapon. It was heavy, and a dark obsidian. The blade was, quite frankly, ridiculously long. Four feet, to be exact, and the sharpened edge had started to glow a soft green the moment his hands closed around the staff. The true weapon of a reaper. Looking at his reflection on the blade now, Danny couldn't help but think that, with the dark hood pulled over his head that was exactly what he looked like.

With a grim smile on his face, the scythe in one hand, and the smaller blaster in the other, Danny entered the castle. This time there was no epic entrance, but instead he stalked through the halls with hostile determination, the blade of the scythe occasionally dragging against the stone. Abruptly, Danny spun to the left and proceeded to phase through a wall that it should not have been possible to phase through, human or ghost. Just one of the benefits of owning a cloak gifted by the master of time himself.

Instead of having to weave through the halls, Danny proceeded to march in a straight line, phasing through anything in his way, until he finally stepped out of the wall and himself walking between the pillars into the middle of the throne room. Danny spun about, his cloak flaring around him dramatically, and he faced the red-skinned ghost sitting in the throne. In Danny's throne.

::I never did thank you for your little gift::

Danny didn't respond, but instead waited for Kraeva to continue. Instead of speaking, he waved a clawed finger, and from behind one of the pillars floated a GIW operative. The black aura surrounding him indicating Kraeva's use of telekinesis to manipulate the man. Danny immediately recognized him as one of the operatives he had pinned to the building and, while it may not have been the specific one that trapped him under the shield, he had still played his part on Hayden's death. Danny's anger flared, and a red glow seeped into his blue eyes.

::It was fun to watch, that boy dying. You were so close saving him too:: Kraeva smirked and spun the operative around to face Danny, whose eyes were now completely red.

::I believe this man was one of the few responsible, isn't that right?::

Danny's reply came in the form of a growl as the white rings formed around his waist, and he transofmred into Phantom. The glow of the scythe's blade grew brighter, and the upper half of Danny's cloak turned white. The markings on his face became prominent again, and appeared to have spread across his throat.

::They had you captured for a moment, too. I must say, I'm a little pleased you were able to break free. After all, it would have been boring if you died, too:: Kraeva yawned and drew his arm back, while Danny's anger was mounting, towards the demon-like ghost, and the operative before him.

::Although if they hadn't, then I guess that would have been boring too. I might have had to show up and kill the boy myself, just to have a little fun. And then you left me such a nice present. I was going to do something myself, but I can see that you might enjoy dealing with him yourself:: Kreava's grin widened and he threw his hand forward. At the same moment, the operative still in his control flew towards Danny, and the halfa reacted instantly. With red spots filling his vision, Danny leapt forwards at what he could only see as an oncoming projectile, and swung his scythe in a deadly arc towards the thing that threatened him.

The next thing Danny was aware of, was the splash of warm blood across his face.


So… Danny's kind of… yeah, things aren't good for him. In case you guys want to know, the operative Kraeva had was Operative N. It is Operative H that trapped Danny under the shield.

'See' you next time!