I don't own Danny Phantom, the characters, or Nick Network. I also don't own Teen Titans, the characters, or DC Comics. However, Hunter Gray Jr., and Horrghan the Horrid are my creations.
Whoa, I'm starting this story ahead of schedule. My goal is to update every two or three days. By the way, I was born in West Virginia, so that's why I chose it for the story. Besides, some Senatorial families really do live in W.Va.
Let me clarify the timing of this story. I'm putting it in the summer before Danny and Sam are sophomores. Danni will be a freshman. For the sake of this story, Danielle came to live with the Fenton's at the beginning of the summer.
Chasing the Demon: A Danny Phantom/Teen Titan Crossover by Lar Lindor
Chapter two: A visit to the Appalachians
"Yow!" screamed Danny Fenton, disturbed in his sleep by a very graphic dream.
Danni arrived first, expecting to see her brother battling a ghost. She had changed to Danni Phantom, and already was charging up for an Ecto Blast.
Maddie and Jack were right on her heels. Jack, of course, "smelled" ghosts. Therefore, the big man was armed with the Fenton Ghost Bazooka.
"What's wrong Dan?" screamed Danni, surprised to see her brother in his pajamas, and not battling for his life. She sat on the boy's bed, and took his hand.
"I had a dream, it was so realistic," the boy answered. Meanwhile his parents had entered the room, and sat down curiously when Dan started his story. Jack, of course, was terribly disappointed. He'd been hoping for a major battle.
"The dream, I think was a message," Danny explained. "Danni, Sam, and I are wanted for some kind of mission. I think I'll wait until Sam is here to finish."
His parents nodded their understanding. They trusted their teenage son. Meanwhile, Danni picked up her cell phone.
"Sammie-girl?" she asked unnecessarily. "Yeah, I know its 2 a.m. Shut up and listen. Put on some clothes, and get over here. It's Team Phantom business."
Ten minutes later a bleary eyed Sam was in Dan's room. She was wearing a purple jogging suit, and a "DP" baseball cap. Danny smiled at her, delighting how beautiful the girl looked just out of bed.
He caught up the new arrival on his dream. "Sam, do you know someone named Heather Lee? That was the name in my dreams: the one we're supposed to protect."
"I guess that would be my first cousin, Heather Lee Manson. Her dad is a U.S. Senator from Nebraska. I think she's just a kid, maybe 8 or 9 years old," the Goth girl mused.
"I'll get our stuff ready," Jack suggested.
"Sorry, dad," Danny called out, "the dream was specific. It's just to be the three of us."
"Okay, Danny," shrugged Maddie, "I trust this isn't some silly plan to get away with your sister and girlfriend…"
"Mom!" Danny bellowed, blushing.
"Mrs. Fenton!" Sam bellowed, a mega-second later. She was blushing as well.
"Fine, let's say your sister and friend Sam," Maddie corrected, using air quotation marks for the word friend.
"If you want," Maddie added, "I'll call Pam in the morning and let her know what's going on, Sam."
"That'd be great," responded the still embarrassed girl, "and thank you."
"Come on, Danni," the Goth girl continued, grabbing the other girl's arm. "You can help me put on the Battle suit in your room."
Minutes later, the two girls were alone, and outfitting Sam in the suit.
"Danni, did you hear what Danny said earlier? She asked, giddily. "About me being Sam Fenton, I mean."
"Nope, I missed it, I guess," responded her friend, smirking.
"Quit smirking, Danielle," the older girl ordered, "He said he wishes I was Sam Fenton!"
"Oh, Sammie," the ghost girl commented, "does this mean you finally believe me? I've been telling you that he's crazy about you for months now."
"I know, I know," Sam muttered, "but I have to hear it from him."
"Does this convince you, then?" Danni asked curiously.
"Let's put it this way, it is a good start," grinned Sam.
Neither of the girls knew that they had an eavesdropper. Danny had made his ear intangible by the door, and could hear everything the girls said. He'd had a suspicion that the two were going to be talking about him.
"It sounds like she likes me, too," the boy thought. "YES!"
Hunter Gray, Jr. was excited. He came from a long line of demon hunters. It was said that his ancestors had been trained by the legendary Van Helsing himself. Now, at only age fourteen, he had his first solo hunt.
Hunter stood in front of a mirror, staring at his reflection. He was of average height, and more lithe than muscular. Still, he was strong, and skilled in hand to hand combat. His sandy colored hair was cut short which still didn't eliminate his cowlick.
cow·licknoun)-"a lock or tuft of hair growing in a different direction from the rest of the hair." From Merriam-Webster On-line dictionary
Frowning, the boy reached for his beloved "New Orleans Saints" baseball cap. He tried it on, smiling with the improvement. His father had suggested he tried to fit in, and look like a "normal teen" for the mission. He put on a "Slipknot" black tee shirt (though he had no idea who they are) and a pair of black jeans. Despite the warm weather, he had to put on his London Fog trench coat. It covered his arsenal of weapons. He put on a pair on high topped sneakers to complete the look.
He packed all he would need into his backpack. Pleased with himself, he checked over his chosen weapons. Ten minutes later, he was satisfied. It was time to catch his flight. He would be flying via Private plane from his home in New Orleans to D.C. Then a helicopter would fly him to location, also dropping off his beloved Harley Davidson motorcycle. Although he was only fourteen, he had special permission to drive from the federal government, and a driver's license to prove it.
"I'm flying the jet!" the boy yelled.
"No way," the girl argued, "Robin said I could."
"I was there," he responded, "and he didn't say that."
"Well, he should have said it. I'm more mature," she stated.
"I'm more mature," he mocked, imitating her voice.
"I'll fly there, and you fly back," she compromised.
"Agreed," he laughed. "See, Raven, we can get along."
"Whatever," she snapped. Then, curiously, she asked the boy, "Why does your duffel bag say "G.L.?" Are you trying to be Green Lantern?"
"No way," he explained, "I'm fine with my own powers. G.L. stands for my real name. Did you think my parents named me Beast Boy?"
"I guess I never thought about it," she explained. "Fine, may I ask what the initials stand for?"
"Garfield Logan," he said proudly, "but I prefer to be called Gar. My parents were named Mark and Marie. I've been a child actor, and was a sidekick for the Doom Patrol before I became a Titan."
"May I call you Gar?" she asked. "Sometimes it would be easier to call you by a real name."
"Sure," he grinned, "I guess Raven is your real name, right?"
"Yes," she shrugged, "and please don't shorten it to 'Rae.'"
"It's a deal, Raven," he smiled extending his hand to her. "Can we try to be friends? It'd make this mission a whole lot nicer."
"All right, Gar," she responded. "Pass me a diet Coke, will you?"
"You got it," he answered, handing her the soda, "want some Doritos?"
"No, thank you," she said, politely. "I wouldn't mind some chocolate, though."
"One Hershey's bar coming up," he laughed, tossing one to her.
Gar fingered the rings Cyborg had invented for the two of them. The rings were intended to use when the Titans were out in public, and didn't wish to be identified. His ring gave him white (actually pink) skin, non pointy ears, blonde hair, and blue eyes.
Raven's skin would be pink, not pale, and her hair would be black instead of violet. It would also hide the jewel in her forehead.
Raven didn't know about the rings yet. Gar had forgotten to tell her about them. Now he remembered, but decided to keep it a secret. "Hopefully," he thought, "she won't get mad at me for that."
"May I ask your name?" the girl at the ticket counter asked. "I'll need some ID."
"Huh?" Oh, sorry. Me called, I mean," he corrected, "My name is Adamson Adams." Slowly, the large man reached for his wallet. The identification said Harrison Harris. Concentrating, he cast a simple spell.
"May I ask your name?" the girl at the ticket counter asked. "I'll need some ID."
"Certainly, my name is Harrison Harris," lied Horrgan the Horrid. "I require transportation to Washington, D.C."
"Oh, course, Mr. Harris. I'll just need your Visa Card and your Passport."
"Here you go," he grinned, showing pointy fangs. The young girl blanched in horror at the sight.
Horrghan cursed himself mentally for his mistake. He dared not do a second "Re-do" spell. Oh well, he sighed. Me remember to change teeth next time. "No more mistakes," he sighed. Failed mission means unspeakable tortures. Even a demon shudders at some thoughts. Captain Brimstones was a demon you did not wish to have as an enemy.
The two Fenton's, and one would-be Fenton, were on their way to West Virginia. The Fenton Speeder would make the trip in a little over three hours. Danni rolled her eyes in frustration. She kept catching her pal and her brother making "love-y eyes" at each other.
"Oh brother," she swore, "I'm going to get these two morons together if it's the last thing I do."
"She's so pretty," thought Danny, risking a quick peak at Sam. "I love her. Now I just need to make a move."
"He's so cute," thought Sam, risking a quick peak at Dan. "I love him. Now I just need to make a move."
"What's on the agenda for today?" thought young Heather Lee. "Oh, yeah, Jannie is coming over. Guess we'll walk up to the lake." Jannie Evers, who was a fourth grader, was her best friend. She lived a half mile or so away, but there was a bike trail leading to her home. The older girl was allowed to ride her bicycle to the Manson house.
The little blonde hair girl was just finishing combing her long hair. Her likewise blonde mom, Penny, was fixing breakfast in the kitchen. Although these Manson's were rich (like all the Manson's), they refused to hire servants. The Senator, who rarely got home, wanted to show his fellow Cornhuskers [Nebraska is the Cornhusker state. Don't ask me why. that he was "just like them."
Summer in Pumpkin Hollow [I make up the name. Pretend it's about an hour drive from the D.C. area was lovely. It was quiet here, and considered a safe community. That fact was about to change.
Danni had excused herself while in the Fenton Speeder to think by herself. It'd be easy now to get the two friends together. Was that a good idea, thought? The start of their long overdue romance would be intense. Could the three afford such a distraction on such a crucial mission? She wasn't sure.
"No," she said to her self, "I'm going to wait. If they figure it out, and get together on their own, then fine. Otherwise, I'm not going to push them together quite yet."
"Beast Boy, we're in the right area. Now I just have to find the demon," Raven informed her temporary partner.
"Can I do anything to help?" the changeling asked.
"No, thanks, Gar," she replied, remembering her manners. If he was going to be nice, so was she.
She retreated to another part of the jet to meditate. "Azarath Metrion Zinthos," she chanted. Mentally, she began to search the area for demons. One hour later, she returned to where Beast Boy was reading comic books.
"You were correct, B.B.," she snarled. "How does one find a single demon in a city of politicians? I sensed hundreds of demons!"
"Beast Boy was correct?" he announced in mock surprise. She glared at him. "Okay, Raven, no teasing from me. Can I help?"
"I'll let you know," she sighed.
Horrghan had just landed in D.C. He had little patience; this was one of his character faults. He spotted a large man on a motorcycle parked in the "No Parking" section of the airport.
"Me like motorcycles," he growled.
Swinging his huge right hand, he knocked the rider off his bike. Laughing, the demon drove off on the stolen vehicle, heading towards his encounter with Heather Lee Manson. Horrghan had made another mistake, though. In his excitement of stealing the 'cycle his disguise spell was forgotten. The demon was photographed leaving the airport on a stolen motorcycle.
"Raven, get your butt in here!" Gar commanded, interrupting the mysterious girl's second session of meditation.
Annoyed, Raven teleported to where Gar was sitting, watching TV. "What about my butt?" she snapped.
"Looks pretty good to me," the green boy snickered, "but that's not important right now." Raven blushed, and glared at him. "Look at the screen. Think that's your demon?"
Her eyes glued on the TV report. She nodded. This was the demon she was looking for; she was certain of it.
"Hold still," she ordered, wrapping both of the teens in her Raven form. The two teleported to the airport, only minutes behind Horrghan.
A police officer startled at the sudden appearance of the two heroes. "Teen Titans," Raven said, showing her ID card.
"Which way did the motorcycle thief go?" she asked hurriedly.
The officer's jaw dropped at the sight of the two. He knew who the Titans were, of course, but he'd never seen them before. They lived in Jump City, and D.C. was out of their normal territory. Still, he saw no reason to be uncooperative. He quickly was able to give a general direction, explaining that police helicopters were searching now for the thief.
"What is that creature?" shuddered the officer.
"Just a demon," she responded. "Ready, B.B.?" He nodded, turning into a green eagle. She flew alongside him, using her special senses to track Horrghan the Horrid.
"Thanks for the ride, Colonel Trapp," smiled the young demon hunter. Carefully, he took his Harley off the helicopter. Hunter figured he had about a twenty minute ride to Pumpkin Hollow. He replaced his Saints cap, with a helmet.
"Come on bike," he announced, "let's make tracks."
Danny was landing the Speeder in a large open field. He pressed a button, and the flying vehicle became invisible and intangible.
"Let someone try and steal this," he snickered. "Come on, ladies, let's fly. Sam, should I carry you, or do you want to fly yourself?"
"I'd better learn to use this suit, Dan," she explained. "I'll take a rain check on flying with you, though."
Danni and Danny changed into their ghost forms. Sam experimented until she was confident she could fly without too much danger.
"Ready," she said to her teammates, "my cousin lives just down the road to the right."
"How do you know, Sammie?" Danni asked. "Have you been here before?"
"Not for years," the Goth girl turned superhero responded, "I'm using GPS tracking system. Jack, I mean, your dad, put that into the onboard computer."
Jannie had arrived ten minutes late. It had seemed like hours to the impatient third grader. "What say we walk up to the lake, H.L.?" she asked. The older girl often called her friend H.L. instead of Heather Lee.
"Sounds good to me," the younger girl grinned. "Mom fixed us lunches to take up there. We can take them in my backpack. Do y'all [y'all (yôl) pron. Chiefly Southern U.S. Variant of you-all. have a swimsuit?"
"One swimsuit, and one towel," was the response. "Time is wasting, let's go."
All the characters are now assembled (or are well on their way) in Pumpkin Hollow, West Virginia. Next chapter the conflict commences. If y'all read it, please review it.
Yes, we all really do say" y'all" in West Va.
Lar