A/N: I am so sorry for making you wait so long, especially since I already have this completely written. My only excuse for taking so long is that I have been procrastinating. I plan on typing more to get posted much sooner, so thank you for your patience. Now, on to the story.

Disclaimed.

…Amity Park…

"That boy is in with the wrong sort! He's going to get Sammy-kins killed!" Pam ranted as she returned to her seat.

"If you think that young man will let anything bad happen to her than you're nuttier than me!" Ida defended her granddaughter's beau. "You need to trust Sammy's judgment!"

"Hmph!" the parents pouted.

…outside…

"Attacked? But, why? Who would do such a thing?" Sam asked, incredulous.

"I don't know, but I've got to stop them," her fiancé said, determined.

"Then I'm going with you," she told him without a doubt.

"Sam, it's –" he started.

She lifted an eyebrow.

He deflated; there was no arguing with her.

"Besides, I'm going to be your Mrs. Claus," she blinked. "I can't believe I just said that with a straight face."

Danny chuckled, "Come on, we've gotta get Box Ghost to Frostbite. How're you holding up?"

"I'll be better once I get home," the blue man conceded weakly. It was then that Sam really saw just how much damage the ghost had taken. His overalls were torn and there were burns going along the left side of his body.

"Box Ghost, was there some kind of explosion?" she questioned, concerned. Over the years since Danny had gotten his mysterious job, now revealed to be that of Santa Claus, Box Ghost had become a friend to Danny and his friends.

"Indeed," he expressed, sadly. "I'm sorry, Santa, but part of the Workshop was destroyed. We've been trying to hold against them, but nothing will work without hurting them, and since they're humans - ."

"Humans?" Danny said, sharply. Box Ghost nodded.

"The Guys in White!" Sam concluded, appalled.

"Let me drop you off - ."

"Unbelievable! If you think -" she exploded, angry that he was still trying to keep her away.

"– to get the Specter Speeder," he emphasized. Sam flushed with embarrassment. The trio stepped through the portal to the Far Frozen.

"Frostbite! Frostbite!" they called, trying to find the leader of the yeti-like ghosts.

"GREAT ONE!" he answered, coming into view, a big smile on his face. His cheer turned to concern when he saw the anxious expressions on Danny and Sam's faces and the condition of Box Ghost. "What has happened?"

"The Workshop is under attack," Danny informed him, transforming into Santa. Sam gasped quietly, seeing it for the first time.

"What terrible creature would try such a foolish act?" he asked, disbelief coating his features.

"Humans," Sam sighed.

"The Guys in White. Although, I don't believe they're so horrible as to try this on their own," Santa thought aloud, his hand to his forehead sadly. "I think they were set up."

"My people are at your service," Frostbite offered. Sam rubbed her arms, (left uncovered by her dress), from the cold. Danny noticed and pulled her into his arms.

"Thank you, I really do appreciate the help," he expressed to his ghostly friend. He created a portal and then turned to his shivering fiancé, "This should take you to FentonWorks. Once you get the Specter Speeder, get as many ghosts as you can and come back here. I'll leave the portal open so you can get to the Workshop; I have to go right now to help."

"Alright, but be careful," she kissed him before heading through. She looked back just in time to see her future husband lead an army of Frostbite's people through a separate portal.

…Restaurant…

"That boy was probably helping a criminal," Pamela assumed. She had not let up in her rant the entire time since her daughter left.

"You don't give that man enough credit, Pammy," Ida argued back. "What did this blue man look like, anyway?"

"He was wearing so much blue that I swear even his skin was that color and such rags, too! Although…" she described thoughtfully, "it did seem as though he was burnt."

"See, you don't give Danny enough credit. He was probably helping a friend in need; they're probably at the hospital right now," Ida finished, though she didn't believe for a second that that was where they were. She had seen that flash of green.

"Why didn't he just call an ambulance or a cab then?" Pam countered. Thurston was wisely staying out of the crossfire by quietly eating his dessert.

"Do you even realize that that young man is so kindhearted he puts his father to shame? And you know Jack Fenton would give up ghost hunting before he turned away someone in need!" her mother-in-law shot back, effectively silencing the younger woman, who pouted because she couldn't deny that.

Jazz Strawls smiled as the waiter led her and her husband, Ben, to their table. They have no idea, she thought, then frowned when she noticed that two people were missing from the party. She couldn't deny that they were part of the reason she'd chosen this particular restaurant for their date night; she wanted so see Sam's answer to her brother's proposal.

"So that's why you chose here," Ben smirked, though he himself was curious.

"You don't think she said no, do you?" Jazz worried.

"No, but maybe they opted out of dinner for some alone time," her husband of two years suggested.

"Maybe," she conceded, but she wasn't convinced.

…FentonWorks…

"Oh, hi, Sam," Maddie greeted as she came down the stairs. The elder Fentons had heard some noise in their lab and come down to investigate.

"Hey Sam!" Jack nearly shouted.

"Hi Mr. and Mrs. Fenton," Sam greeted quickly.

"What's wrong?" Maddie questioned when she saw the determined look on her face.

"I need to borrow the Specter Speeder," she told them quickly, even as she prepped the large craft. She would not let him down. "Danny's in trouble."

"What? What kind of trouble?" Maddie asked, her sharp mind picking up the anxiety in the younger woman's voice. It seemed to her that Sam never truly worried about Danny; that she always had faith that he would come back.

"The Guys in White are attacking…" she paused. She couldn't be sure of who knew Danny's secret.

"Attacking? Where?" Jack asked, ready to help his son. When Sam didn't reply, he understood, "The Workshop!"

"I have to go," Sam said, still new to the notion that the man she was going to marry was Santa Claus. She had to help him.

"In a dress and heels?" Maddie questioned, incredulously.

Sam smiled, "I have a change of clothes and an extra set of boots in the Speeder."

"We're coming with you," Jack insisted.

"No. If the Guys in White recognize you, you'll be arrested and Danny would give up his ghost powers to avoid that," she told them. She understood that they wanted to help, but they couldn't take the risk.

"Well, if they can't, then I will. You can't stop me," Danielle said, walking down the stairs. Sam didn't object, knowing that Danielle would fight no matter what.

Strapping into the Specter Speeder, the young women sped into the depths of the Ghost Zone.

…Santa's Workshop…

"Right over here, gentlemen," a man in a well-tailored suit with silver hair pointed, seeing some elves in hiding.

"Thanks, Mr. Masters," Operative O. told the man, pointing a very new ecto-gun at the small ghosts.

…

A/N: DUN DUN DUHHH! Oh, Vlad, what are you up to now? Will someone come to the elves' rescue? What will happen when Sam and Dani arrive? Tell me in a review, and as alwaysALOHA!