A/N: I'm a little vague on what I'm gonna do, but I have a scene in my head that just won't leave me alone. Two words: I wish.

Timmy didn't waste a second once his parents were gone. "So there is a real hero out there!" he exclaimed.

"Guess so, Timmy," Cosmo said. "But where's Amity Park?"

Timmy jumped off his bed and ran to his dresser. "Who cares! My life's about to get interesting at last!"

He stopped himself from opening his dresser. "Duh," he mumbled to himself. "I wish my stuff was packed already."

The wands of the fish glowed and then, POOF! Timmy's stuff was packed in two suitcases on his bed. Timmy grabbed hold of the suitcases. "I don't have enough room in my hands to carryyour fishbowl," Timmy noted.

"Don't worry, Timmy, we'll meet you in the car," Cosmo said.

Timmy shrugged. "Okay, meet you there!" he said and ran out the door and down the stairs. He was down the stairs already when his parents began to lug their stuff down the stairs as well.

Before long they were on the road. And, as Cosmo had said, the minute the car touched the road, his gold fish and fish bowl appeared right there next to him. "Time to go to Amity Park." The words escaped Timmy's throat quietly. Almost too soft to be heard. Unfortunately for him, because he was just ten, he fell right to sleep once the clock struck 9 PM.

His gold fish kept an eye on the street, as did his parents. Timmy's mom held the map in her hands while Timmy's dad drove. It was about an hour drive, but it would take them awhile to finally settled in and find a place to live. It shouldn't take too long. After all, Timmy's got magical fairies to grant his every wish.

Forty minutes later. Amity Park.

Sleep. It felt so good after a day of fighting ghosts. It was Saturday so he had enough time for it. So far, Sam, Tucker, and Danny had filled the thermos, Fenton Weasel, and the newest Fenton Ghost Tank, which was really just a more advanced version of the Fenton Weasel and the thermos put together. All three were filled with ghosts ranging from Young Blood to Skulker and Technus. Trust me, you can get tired of a life with ghosts at every corner.

Right now, Danny's asleep in his room. The quiet, for once, didn't mean anything bad was going to happen. Danny was grateful for a few minutes of silence. But of course, there just had to be an interruption. He was awakened by a slight shiver running down his back. He sat up just in time to see the blue mist escape his lips.

Groaning he swung his legs over the side of his bed and stood, going ghost in the process. "Let's see who it is this time," Danny said, feeling compelled to get to the lab. He caught sight of the ghost before it even left the portal.

Ember. Haven't seen her in awhile. He waited there. Arms crossed over his chest. He guessed he could find a way to put her back in the Ghost Zone... Wait. Darn it all! The portal was broken.

Danny's eyes frantically scanned over the lab. "Come on, come on," he mumbled. Ember was looking at him with a confused look.

Danny sighed. Nothing that could help him. Great. Just great. He looked at the Ember. Mad. Annoyed. She looked at him back.

"Just go," he said, looking away a little bit. "I don't have anything to trap you in anyway."

"I expected more of a fight from you," Ember said in a calm-like voice.

"I'm giving you a chance to escape," Danny said. "Take it already! I'll find another way to capture you later!"

Ember sniffed. "Poor, kid, can't even capture me now," she said, taunting him.

"I'm not in the mood, Ember!" he exclaimed.

"Wouldn't have been able to kick my butt anyway," Ember said. There was a little bit of mock in her voice.

Danny's hands turned to fists and he was practically tremblingslightly from his anger. "Leave before I-" he started, but Ember cut him short.

"Before you what, dipstick? Come after me? Oh, I'm so scared," Ember said. She was really in for it now. Danny's fists glowed a menacing green.

"That's it!" he shouted, grabbing any random gadget he could get his hands on. He pointed the ray-like gun at Ember. "You are going down!"

Ember smirked and phased out the building. "Catch me if you can!" she shouted. Danny followed after her. He was really not in the mood. Let alone wanted to fight her. He just wanted some sleep. Some rest. His muscles ache. He had bruises on his arms. He even had a few new scars to add to his body. Once again I tell you, great. Just great.

Both of them shot out into the clear night sky. The stars shone like bright gems among the dark blue-black color of the sky. The air was cold and crisp. A perfect night. Danny, however, had no time to gaze in awe at the night. He had other things to take care of.

He glared at Ember, eyes gleaming green with annoyance. The weapon in his hand was sure to wipe her out, right? It shouldn't be too hard as long as she doesn't play anything on her guitar.

Ember looked at him. A smile on her face. No. Not a smile. A smirk. A smug-looking smirk.

"Looks like the chords have been written," Ember said, turning the small dial on her guitar to the punch-picture.

"Not if I can stop them," Danny mumbled, taking aim with whatever this stupid weapon did. Ember smirked.

She quickly strummed the strings of her guitar, sending out powerful blasts - notes - towards Danny. He quickly moved out of the way, all the while shooting, surprisingly, a net from the ray-gun thing. He was surprised. He'd thought it was just another ray. It was a net-gun.

Ember was caught by surprise and was trapped.

"Yeah!" Danny exclaimed, happy now. "Who's the smart one now?"

Ember struggled to get out. Imagine her surprise when she literally got shocked by the net's power. She couldn't get out. Worst yet, if she even struggled, the net shocked her.

Ember floated there. Trapped. Getting shocked with everystrained movement. "I'll get out of here!" she shouted.

"Yeah, we'll see about that. Meanwhile, it's off to the-" Danny stopped. He heard the sound of a distant car approaching. He looked to one side. Saw the oncoming headlights of a car. He frowned. He didn't recognize the car. Nor did he, from what he could see so far, recognize the faces of the people driving.

"I'll catch you later, dipstick," came the rather annoying voice. Danny quickly turned around towards Ember. Or rather where Ember once was. He cursed beneath his breath as she flew off into the distance. Disappeared from sight.

Groaning he flew back down to the ground. He wanted to see who these people were and why they were here. More importantly, why it seemed as though they were driving right towards him.

Timmy was suddenly shaken out of sleep by the annoying voice that kept whispering in his ear. Cosmo had turned himself into a fly and was talking to Timmy in an annoying sing-song voice.

"Wake up, Timmy," he whispered. Wanda was still in the fishbowl, watching Cosmo carefully.

"Cosmo, he's asleep, leave him alone," she said quietly. She saw that Timmy's mom was asleep. His dad was near falling asleep as well. Maybe making that wish in the middle of the night was not such a good idea.

Timmy's eyes opened slowly, him barely getting to the fact he was awake. He stretched. Yawned. And rubbed the sleep from his eyes.

"Are we there yet?" he asked. It was meant for his fairies, but his dad answered instead.

"Almost, Timmy, look at that nice house down the block!" he said. "I think it'll be perfect! And look, it's for sale!"

Timmy looked out the window towards the few houses coming up. He caught the sign on the front lawn saying 'For Sale' but what really caught his attention was the building next to it and the sign said 'FentonWorks.'

"Wow," he mumbled.

"No kidding, what is that? A billboard?" Cosmo asked.

"It definitely looks like somewhere a hero would live," Timmy pointed out quietly to his goldfish.