A/N Hey, guys, new chapter. And it's actually up the day I promised it' be up for! Yay! Basically, I wanted a ghost in this, especially one you don't see too much in fanfics, so I chose this one. Plus, I decided that I'd have a bit of a plot to this, not just randomly dispersed fluff (not that I don't like the fluff). Oh, and it's another long chapter. They should all start to be around this length, so expect it but don't come and kill me if it's short. After all, how could you finish the story with a dead author? That's right, you can't. I'm also slightly disappointed taht none of you even attempted to guess the two references, but whatever. Oh, also there is going to be an A/N at the bottom. Don't ask why, just go with it.

Also, I'm kind of experimenting with slightly different writing styles/tones for the chapters. Tell me if they suck or not.

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Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is not mine. I wish he was...

Chapter Six

And that's when Danny's ghost sense went off.

Perfect timing, he thougt bitterly. He was mere inches away from Sam, eyes already half-lidded and lips already sligtly parted. Ah, damn. He took a step back, a blush forming on his face. "I gotta go take care of that," he stated quietly as more of the blue vapor leaked from his lips. He didn't want to go, of course. He really didn't. But, unfortunately, as he was the resident half-ghost and one of two capable ghost hunters around, he had to. It was his duty.

And Sam understood that. It just...it didn't make it any better. I was so close! "I know," she said, just as softly as he had, her eyes cast down at the floor. Her cheeks were still stained from her sudden outburst before. She looked so upset, so disappointed. Danny couldn't take it. In one swift movement, he stepped forward, cupping her cheek, and kissed her lightly on the lips. Sam's eyes widened, not having expected this, but closed quickly as she responded to his touch.

Pulling away after a few seconds, Danny's body was engulfed by two blindingly white rings that circled over his form, transforming him into Danny Phantom. Sam paused, taking a look at what she was seeing; it had been dark last night when he had last transformed and she hadn't really seen what Phantom looked like after two years. What she saw...she couldn't help but stare. All of those muscles that were slightly visible under loose clothing...picture that under skin-tight spandex. His eyes glowed with green ferocity under the bangs of his pearl white hair. Again, he possessed a sense of confidence that was rarely seen when he was human; even as he was moving in to kiss her, he seemed nervous. Now, any shadows of self-doubt were erased from his features as he turned intangible, whispering "I'll be back soon" before flying out through the ceiling.

Sam smiled. It hadn't registered seconds before, but he still had the DP emblem that she had designed for him. Just knowing that, that he had kept that small part of her with him through the years, it made her feel happy. Like she wasn't just the best friend who left and was forgotten. Like she had never stepped out of the picture at all.

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Danny raised a hand to shield his eyes from the sun. For some reason, his eyes had become a lot more sensitive to the light; it probably had something to do with the nature of being a ghost, or half of one, anyway. I should just get some sunglasses and be done with it.

In the six years he'd been fighting ghosts, that wasn't the only thing that had changed. He'd discovered new powers, of course. He could now multiply neatly into eight separate entities, each with its own mind that linked back to the original. At first, he'd assumed that he'd get some sort of fire powers to go along with his ice, but that had, surprisingly, never happened. However, his ectoplasmic energy blast, so affectionately dubbed his "ghost ray," was now capable of burning through rock. As in boulders. He'd also finally mastered his ghostly wail enough that he could control its volume and potency. One of the newer powers involved the ability to control objects that he wasn't actually touching. For example, if he wanted to, he could make a car go invisible and float up to soar beside him right now.

Needless to say, his power had grown almost exponentially, his focus trailing only slightly behind his skill. This gave him allies, most of them weak, but allies nonetheless. This was how he'd come to be close enough to the Box Ghost and the Lunch Lady that he'd been invited to their wedding. Ew, it's still weird to think about them getting married.

He'd gotten powerful enough that he'd even defeated Vlad, once and for all. That is not to say that Danny killed him, but let's just say that Vlad was now no more comfortable than Danny's evil future self. The only difference was that Dan wasn't kept under Danny's bed.

A sudden crash got Danny's attention. Gah, I need to stop spacing out. Concentrate...He looked around, but could see no sign of the ghost, whoever it was.

"Oof!" Something slammed into his stomach really hard, winding him as he started to fall from the sky. He recovered quickly enough to stop himself before splattering against the pavement. Okay, so there IS a ghost here. Invisible? Nah, they like taunting me too much. Unless it's a new ghost...

Out of nowhere, a green beam of ectoplasm hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him up against a nearby building. Whoever this ghost was, he didn't play fair.

"Okay, buddy, you asked for it!" Of course, Danny was just bluffing at this point. He couldn't see the ghost, he didn't know who the ghost was, he didn't know its powers. This was turning out to be a really shitty battle.

Okay, he thought to himself, so I can't see the ghost. What ghosts do I know of that wouldn't have come out and laughed at me by now? Or couldn't? Danny gasped audibly. That's it!

He was quite please with himself, as one could tell from the smirk that now adorned his face. Clueless, ha! Like hell was he clueless! He managed to figure this out all on his own! No help from anyone else! He was practically doing the happy dance in his mind.

Now, how to set about the task at hand. To the ghost he could not see, he yelled back, "See ya later!" before swooping off to his house. Or, rather his parents's house.

Without any second thoughts, he phased into his sister's room. Jazz just so happened to be sitting at her desk, typing something thesis-y on her computer. She was, by now, in Harvard's psychology grad school and had wasted no time in already starting on her thesis paper. Danny sat on her bed, a childish grin adorning his face. "Boo!" he yelled, ignoring its overuse.

Jazz jumped about a foot and a half in the air, letting out a slight shriek before turning to Danny with an angered look on her face. "Danny! What the hell are you doing?"

"Nothin'." He picked up her precious Bearbert and, lighting one of his fingers with a carefully controlled amount of ecto energy, placed it to the stuffed animal's neck. He looked up at Jazz to see her horrified face, her mouth agape at her brother's sudden display of sadism towards her precious childhood companion.

"NO! DANNY!" Jazz's eyes welled up with tears. "THIS ISN'T FUNNY!" Why would he be doing this to me? He hasn't threatened poor Bearbert since...Oh. All of a sudden, her antics stopped, understanding why her broher was acting the way he was. Why not give him a little bit of help? "YOU...YOU LOSER!"

Danny's face fell. Even though this was the exact reaction he had been hoping for, it still sucked. "I am NOT a loser!" he said, his arms crossed over his chest. He saw Jazz smiling across from him, letting him know that he was pouting. Yes!

"Thanks, Jazz." And with that, he was off once more. To someone who didn't understand, the siblings' exchange would have seemed rushed, strange, confusing, even slightly nuts. However, both of the Fentons knew what they were talking about, so it didn't matter.

Danny sped through the skies at a rate no longer measurable towards the site he had first encountered the invisible ghost. And there, no longer invisible to Danny's trained eye, was...

"Youngblood."

He hadn't aged a day. Not that most ghosts seemed to, but that wasn't the point. Last time Danny had seen him, five years ago, Youngblood had been a cowboy, trying to kill Danny's family after making them think Danny was insane. After all, only those with childish or child-like minds could see him, so it seemed like Danny was fighting against nothing. Hallucinating. No, now Youngblood had decided to become a fighter pilot of sorts, a black and green aviator hat on his head replacing the ten gallon hat. His skeletal companion had become the plane, an eye on each wing.

"H-Hey, you're not supposed to see me! You're old!" Youngblood stammered in a nasally voice.

"I'm not that old," Danny muttered. "And besides, why are you a pilot if you can fly?"

"Um..." Youngblood paused to think. He wasn't really sure. He just liked dressing up all cool like pirates and stuff. Once, he'd even been a ninja. That was fun.

While Youngblood was distracted by his own train of thought, Danny used the opportunity to swoop in and hit him with a ghost ray. Unfortunately, the skeleton plane dodged the attack before any real damage was done. "Pay attention, or we'll get captured and you'll have to stop your little charade," the plane sighed.

"Oh, right," Youngblood said, obviously not upset about his distraction. He swooped closer, aiming the skeletal plane's ecto guns at Danny. Danny attempted to dodge left, but was blocked by another building which, because he was going so fast, he slammed into. To make matters worse, Youngblood fired three shots from the ecto guns, hitting Danny in the chest. "Alright, we got him!"

"You mean, 'Boola-Boola,' " the boy's companion deadpanned.

Youngblood stopped in the air again. "What?"

The plane sighed as it delved into explanation. " 'Boola-Boola' is a term that aviators use when they have hit their target dead on."

Youngblood gave the plane a weird look. "Okay, now I know you're making that up. 'Boola-Boola?' Come on!" The boy emitted a nasally laugh, not realizing that he'd been distracted once again. Worse for him, his plane was now distracted as well.

Danny, again seizing the moment, used a ghostly wail on them. Another perk to his enhanced powers was that he no longer needed to be in extreme emotional turmoil to use it, nor did he have to use words at all. He hit the plane dead on, using their weakened state to capture them in the Fenton Thermos.

"Great, just great," came the slightly metallic-sounding voice of Youngblood from within the thermos. "Now he captured us! We had our guns aimed in him and everything! How did we mess this up?"

"The term," sais the slightly annoyed skeleton, "would be that we have our 'fangs sunk in floorboard' and we were caught because we were DISTRACTED!"

"Well, if you didn't keep giving me your stupid fake pilot slang, then we wouldn't BE in this situation, would we?"

Danny snickered to himself as the two argued. Geez, and he thought he and Jazz argued a lot. Though he doubted the two were siblings. He quickly flew back to Fentonworks and released the two back in the Ghost Zone. He flew back up to Jazz's room to find her waiting for him. "So how'd it go?"

Danny grinned. "Pretty damn well, actually," he stated. "If you don't count the gaping wounds." He'd been burned or sliced in at least four different ares on his chest, but another great thing about his powers was that he healed even faster than he had before. With the proper care, of course. In Sam's absense, he had learned a bit of first aid for ghosts, but she was still the best there was. She somehow always managed to take at least part of the pain away. In a weird way, he was excited to have her heal him again. "I'd better go."

"Just be careful," Jazz called after her brother as he flew through the wall and towards his apartment. She sighed. One of these days, he was going to get himself killed. Well, half of him killed.

- - - - - - -

Sam had falled asleep on his bed. Aw.

He refrained from Aw-ing out loud, however, but proceeded to try and wake her by prodding the side of her stomach with his finger. "Sam, wake up," he whispered, sounding like he didn't actually want to wake her. Her hair had fallen over her face and she just looked so cute sleeping. He recalled all of those nights in high school when he would go to her room and just watch her sleep. Stalker? Him? Nah.

"Sam," he said, poking her a bit harder. "Get up."

Sam yawned, stretching her arms above her head before opening her eyes. She looked so sleepy still, what with her disheveled apppearance and I'm-not-awake look on her face. Danny loved it when she looked like this. "Whaaaaat?" she whined, still wanting to be asleep. She hadn't realized where she was or who was waking her at this point

"It's Danny." She sat up quickly, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she did so. "It was Youngblood. Care to patch me up?"

Glancing at his wounds, Sam reached in her suitcase for her first aid kit. Yes, she'd brought one along with her. She hadn't planned on seeing Danny so soon, true, but she figured that he'd eventually find her and need some assisstance. "Sure, Danny. It's not like I was sleeping or anything."

A/N Yes, "Boola-Boola" and "Fangs Sunk in Floorboard" are actual aviator terms. I found them here (no spaces): h ttp// www. tailhook. org/ AVSLANG. ht m