Author's Note: Takes place after season 3, don't read if you don't want spoilers.
Reviews are very welcome, particularly constructive critism. Flames will be deflected by Danny's ice powers.
Danny never really liked fame. Sure it was flattering but mobs of fans tended to interfere with his life to much. He could always take comfort in the fact that he could slip away from it all by transforming into his human self, just go back into the low profile life he led for the last fourteen years.
At least until the Disasteroid incident.
"Ugh! I can't take it anymore!" Danny exclaimed while walking through the halls of Casper High. "The 'Danny you're the greatest' and 'Danny can you sign my sign my stomach' got old a week ago."
"Yeah, I'm not liking it much either." Sam agreed, casting an angry glare at Paulina who was passing a flirtatious look at Danny.
"I have no idea what you're talking about," Tucker said following the duo closely behind walking behind with two gorgeous girls who were trying to get the new mayor to make some "minor changes" to the town laws(not that he would do that, but no need to tell the ladies so yet).
"Though I am kind of peeved that even a mayor I still have to go to school, even as mayor." Tucker complained.
"Uh oh, Danny trouble at ten o' clock" Sam said, pointing to agents K and O of the Guys in White, who were walking up to them.
"The world leaders request your presence immediately, ghost kid." said Agent K, his overly formal voice carrying more than a hint of distain for the child.
"If you will step out back we have a private jet waiting to escort you." continued Agent O.
"Couldn't I just fly on my own," Danny asked, wary of getting in a plane with the ghost hunting agents.
"The jet was our suggestion; we don't trust you." Agent K replied, the half-hearted attempt to mask his hate for the boy completely gone now.
The three walked forward, but the two government agents prevented Sam and Tucker from going any further.
"Not you, just him." Agent O aid harshly.
Tucker and Sam cat doubtful looks at Danny.
"Don't worry, I'll be ok." Danny reassured them as the G.I.W. agents led him out of the school. "I hope." He silently added.
Many annoying attempts by the Guys in White to expose Danny as an evil ghost, Danny finally reached the assembly of world leaders, and Danny couldn't help but feel nervous standing before so many powerful and influential people. Such a feeling of confidence and power, Danny had seen in only a select few people before now. 'Vlad had It', he thought, 'and the ghost king, the Observants, and Walker kind of.'
"Danny Phantom," one of the World Leaders began, "Do you know why you have been accepted so completely by-not just us- but the entire world as well?"
"Um, because I saved the world." Danny replied nervously.
The man smiled, "Well, yes, that, but when you did that you got every nation in the worldto join together, you inspired every nation of the world to join together for a common goal, do you know how amazing that is! Do you know how much better relations between countries have been since then! Because of you, we are closer to world peace than could ever be imagined before!"
The various other world leaders, who remained silent until now, started clapping and cheering for the boy.
Danny simply blushed in response.
"Which brings us to the reason we called you here," added the woman next to him, "we want to create more friendly relations with the denizens of the ghost zone, and due to your proven exemplary leadership and inspirational skills, we want you to act as our ambassador."
"What! Me! I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not exactly popular with the ghosts, I fight them most of the time!" Danny replied.
"But you also managed to rally them to save the world with the Disasteroid, and a few eye witness accounts say that the ghost helped you last Christmas." Another leader replied.
"Aside from that, you mentioned that were on good terms with a band of yeti ghosts and certain others during that interview a few weeks ago." Yet another said, "And the other ghosts seem to respect you at least, please, it could be our chance at least greatly decrease the ghost attacks, and imagine what some better relations with ghosts could teach us!."
"There could be ghosts of creatures from millions of years in the past, imagine what it would tell us about our history, or how much it could help our recent research with ectoplasm as an alternate energy resource." Another leader elaborated.
"Well…I guess." Danny said doubtfully.
"Did we mention that your ambassador duties will give you complete exemption from school?" Another leader said.
'And all the crazed fans in Casper High.' Danny thought. "I'll do it."
"Wonderful!" the man who had spoken to Danny first exclaimed excitedly.
"Now, there's one other matter to discuss." the U.S. President said, "The search for Vlad Masters, or Vlad Plasmius as he prefers to be called. Our simulations all point to him getting pummeled by the Disasteroid, and it would be unlikely he survived that, but he is your enemy and you know him best so we'd like your opinion."
"Um…Mr. President," Danny began nervously, "I don't mean to question your simulations, but I know my arch-enemy, and it would take a lot more than an asteroid to kill him, he's definitely alive." his confidence arising with every word.
"Alright we'll begin searching for him immediately. Phantom use your new ambassador duties to also search every nook and cranny of the ghost zone for Plasmius. The governments of the world will do our best to cover earth and outer space." The President replied.
"Okay, but if you need help with the outer space part let me know, I mean I could be a great help, I know Vlad so I'll probably know where he'd try to hide in space, which you know is huge so you could probably use another person on your team." Danny stammered almost incoherently.
"Oh really now," said one of the leaders dryly.
"Yeah…And, I've always wanted to be an astronaut." Danny said sheepishly.
The U.S. President laughed. "Alright, we will make sure you're on the space mission once we get that set up, until then you'd better get some rest, your ambassador duties officially start tomorrow."
"YES!" Lance Thunder exclaimed happily.
"I can't believe I won the lottery! No more stupid weatherman job, where I'm sent out to report on some stupid ghost attack that'll get me almost killed, in fact I'm gonna move as far away from Amity Park and ghosts as possible! I've always wanted to live in-."
Lance Thunder never got to finish that sentence as he suddenly drifted into the unconscious that accompanies being a victim of ghostly overshadowing.