It had been a week since the fateful event where they had lost Vixey. Desiree was well and truly gone for good, but so was their friend. What made it worse was that no one at school seemed to remember her at all. But they guessed that it was part of the wish that Desiree had granted. Vixey had only been there to get Danny, so it made sense that Vixey was never really on the school records or took a real place in the memories of the students and teachers.

After she had faded away from them, Danny, Sam and Tucker had carried her to the hospital where they had made preparations for a funeral. Because she had no family, it was just the three of them there. It had been quick. It had been simple. And it had been forgettable. Once she was buried, her records from the hospital vanished. It was like she had never existed.

Danny sat in his room, Sam perched anxiously on the end of his bed while Tucker swivelled himself absentmindedly on the computer chair. No one had really spoken that much since that day. They had never really lost anyone before. So it had hit them all pretty hard. Normally when someone passed away, the friends and family are told, but they were there for the whole thing. Feeling her arms go limp in theirs, feeling her smouldering body go cold against theirs. It wasn't fair. It wasn't right…

All of a sudden, Danny froze as he felt a chill pass over him and a wisp of icy air passed through his lips. His friends eyed him, knowing exactly what he had just experienced, they had been around him long enough to know the signs. However, Danny ignored it and lay back down.

"Danny, I know it's hard but… you still have your duties dude…" Tucker offered, nervously.

He knew his friend was right, "I've never let anyone die before… All those times we've been in danger but, no one ever got really hurt…"

"Don't blame yourself, she was saving me, it's my fault…" Sam demanded, hating herself.

"It was no ones fault." Tucker snapped, "But Danny, if you stop, more people will get hurt, so you can't just stay here forever."

"He's right you know, come on, let's go kick some ghost butt, what do you say?" Sam added, forcing a smile.

Danny looked at his friends in turn. They were right. No one could have stopped what had happened, and if he didn't pull himself together, then things would only get worse and then it would be his fault. He pushed himself up and sighed.

"Going Ghost…" he mumbled, allowing the transformation to pass through him.

He shoved the Fenton Thermos into the strap of his belt and looked out of the window. There was a moment of hesitation. Something warm slipped into his palm. He looked down and saw Sam lacing her fingers in his gloved ones. He nodded at her gratefully.

"Do you want us to come with you?" she asked.

He shook his head and released his grip, climbing through the window, "No, I've got to do this on my own."

He took off into the air and scanned the area for signs of attack. The icy sense at the back of his throat was getting stronger by the second. He couldn't even see his house anymore. Suddenly, he heard a crash inside the old warehouse below him. He dived down and fazed his body through the roof and into the box filled room. He glared around at the shadows and listened for any sign of moment. There was a cry of effort and Danny ducked just in time to see a large cardboard box hurtling though the air.

A large ghost in overalls and a dazed expression on his face hovered into view, "Beware the wrath of the Box-Ghost!" he bellowed in an over-the-top haunting voice that you normally hear in children's cartoons.

"You again?" Danny moaned, "How did you even escape? Look, I'm not in the mood for this."

"Then maybe you are in the mood for my box-ing skills!"

He lifted a series of boxes into the air and aimed one after the other at Danny. Danny ducked them all with little effort and pulled out the thermos and aimed it as the annoying spectre. He powered it up and pressed the crucial button, trapping the ghost in the beam.

"No, I'm not in the mood." Danny answered.

The box-ghost cried out in horror as he was pulled into the confined depths of the thermos. Danny snapped the lid shut, satisfied with his results. He slotted the thermos back into the side of his belt and took a step towards the entrance. But then, another icy spell descended over him. He span around, ready for another attack. But none came. Another ghost? Seriously?

Something pulled at his belt. He yelped in surprise and span around to face the stealthy observer. He dabbed at his belt and groaned in anger as he noticed the thermos was missing. He scanned the area and noticed a tiny trace of movement from behind a stack of boxes. He tiptoed closer and froze at the sight of a small creature.

It moved at lightening speed and leapt up to his shoulders, nipping him on the ear. He cried out in shock and tried to back away, tripping over his own feet. He tumbled to the floor and felt a small weight press on his chest. He looked up to see the creature, a little animal that looked kind of like a fox. Only it had a strange, paint green aura around it. Its violet eyes looked down at him and winked playfully. It was surrounded by a flash of neon green light and the weight increased slightly.

"What's up? Fox got you tongue?"

Danny gasped as he looked up at the figure that was lightly leaning on his chest, "Vixey?"

She grinned. Her olive skin was very faintly tinted with a glowing aura of neon green, her flowing copper hair still in its signature bunched, pales white in the tips. As she grinned, he noticed her teeth were slightly more pointed than before, almost animalistic.

"What? You look like you've seen a… Oh, right, let's not be cliché, remember?" she laughed.

She helped him to his feet and took great amusement in his mouth hanging open in awe and his eyes ready to pop out of his head. She was starting to feel a bit awkward so she punched him playfully on the shoulder.

"Boo."

He seemed to snap out of it, "How? How is this even…?" he trailed off, not able to find the words.

"You didn't think I was going to give up my freedom that easy, did you? No, I'm rid of Desiree and I'm going to damn well enjoy myself. Unless…" she lifted her hand to reveal the thermos, spinning it in her palm, "I don't have permission?"

He sighed, a smile twitching at his mouth, "I'm not going to stop you, but I can't let you stay here either…" he rubbed his neck anxiously, "You're a ghost, Vixey, you have to be in the Ghost-Zone."

She nodded, "I know that, and to be honest, it's going to be an adventure, but for now I just want… some time. Please Danny, I want to live some more before I have to go."

He looked into her violet eyes which were now unusually bright from her ghost senses, making them almost as neon as his green.

"Like I said, I'm not going to stop you…" he grinned, "But, promise me something?"

"Anything, hero." She winked.

"Come and visit us again soon, okay, the guys really miss you too."

She grinned and took a step forward to wrap her arms around him, "Sure thing."

He felt awkward, but summoned enough courage to place a single arm on her shoulder. She laughed and broke away, lifting herself into the air, hovering over him. She lowered her voice and mimicked the tone of the recently captured box-ghost and somehow managing to make it more over-the-top than the original. He raised her arms dramatically.

"You will never catch the wonder that is the Fox-Ghost!"

Danny laughed and caught the thermos that she tossed at him, "Yeah, we'll see."

She smiled down at him, "That Sam's a lucky girl, you know." She paused at his confused expression, "Or maybe you don't know…"

"What's that supposed to mean?" he folded his arms, arching his brow.

"Vixey shook her head and grinned, "Thanks Danny, and tell the others I said thanks too. I'll see you around." She raised her body and started to faze herself through the ceiling, "Just remember, everything's gonna be fine, okay?"

With that, she was gone. Danny followed her through the brickwork and looked around, but there was no sign of her anywhere. He smiled to himself; she sure was a character… He made his way back to his room and allowed the energy to pass over him, turning his snowy white hair to jet black, blinking the neon green from his eyes and replacing them with a powder blue. He collapsed onto his bed and stared aimlessly at the ceiling.

"Danny? What happened, dude?" Tucker asked, jumping to his feet.

Sam eyed him warily, "Is everything okay?"

Danny smirked and laced his fingers in hers, looking back between her and Tucker. He shook his head with a laugh and sighed. He opened his mouth, trying to find the words to explain what had just happened, when all of a sudden, things just seemed to fall into place before him.

"You know what? Everything is gonna be fine…"

The End…?