A/N: This will probably be the last update for a week or so, but the story is completely written. It just needs typed. Thank you for reading.
Disclaimed.
…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.
"Not on my watch, Oswald," came a loud voice and very stern voice from behind the agent. Thoroughly startled, Operative O. whirled to face the newcomer.
"How did you know that? That's classified!" he shouted over the roar of battle.
"I have my ways," the invisible being responded vaguely.
"Hiding are we, Daniel?" Vlad asked in the general direction of the boy.
"Blowing your cover, are we, Vladimir?" Santa mocked from behind, enjoying the instant of shock. He knew he hadn't really, but it still took a moment to register that the younger man was messing with him. Before he could react, however, Santa flew off.
As Santa, Danny really couldn't directly fight the Guys in White. To get them to leave, he'd have to make Vlad Masters become Vlad Plasmius before he fought him and to do that, he would have to infuriate him.
This is going to be fun. At least this part, he mused, despite his generally kind nature. It always was fun to mess with the Cheesehead. His thoughts, however, darkened when it crossed his mind that Plasmius would have to be dealt with.
"Danny," a voice whispered.
"Hey, Dani. What're you doing here?" he asked. How had she found out what was happening? "Oh, wait. You were home for the weekend, weren't you?"
The ghost-girl nodded in confirmation. Danielle was working towards a degree in Social Services so that she could help get kids off the streets and into good homes, like Danny had helped her. To get to that goal sooner, the youngest Fenton had been taking classes at her college over the summer.
"Where's Sam?" he questioned, looking around from their hiding place.
"Still gathering backup; she dropped me off so I could help out until she got back," she explained as one of the Guys in White's numbers was thrown over their heads. Santa cushioned the blow by creating a shield around the man and setting him down gently.
"Why are you helping him?" Danielle wondered aloud. "I mean, they're attacking your Workshop, Santa!"
"They're only following orders, Danielle. It's not his fault," the man in red reasoned with the girl.
"But–" she began, only to be cut off.
"But nothing. Vlad's using them."
Danielle's eyes widened; she hadn't forgotten the torture. As they flew to another area, cloaked by their powers, Danny hugged his little sister, "Don't worry about him, just hold off the invasion. I'll worry about Vlad."
Dani smiled and hugged him back as they regained visibility before going their separate ways.
Santa grunted as a small anti-ghost ray hit his shoulder. This is going to be a long night.
The twenty-three year old hybrid didn't have time to ponder the future, though; there was a battle to fight.
He turned and quickly fired a harmless but effective ice-ray at his surprised attacker, binding him in the cold realm.
….Specter Speeder…
"Alright, time to look for reinforcements," Sam muttered, trying to decide where to go first. "Walker's prison will have the most, then Princess Dora and her people."
Setting the coordinates, the Goth was finally able to change into a more sensible out-fit of black jeans, t-shirt with a purple logo, and combat boots. When she had donned all of her clothes, however, there was one thing left on the cot that she didn't recognize.
There was a note attached to it:
Dear Sam,
I had this made for you earlier in the hopes that you would find out soon. My workshop may not be in the North Pole, but it's still pretty cold. Keep safe and keep warm.
Love, Danny.
P.S. The trim is faux fur.
Sam smiled as she unfolded the beautiful dark green cloak, trimmed in silver ribbon, and, as the note said, white faux fur. After wrapping it around her shoulders and clasping it at her neck, the future Mrs. Claus and current Goth pulled the hood over her head.
"It's definitely warm," she murmured but she couldn't help the thought that it would also provide excellent cover from the Freaks in White.
…Workshop…
"Look! It's Danny Phantom! Should've known he'd be behind this," Operative K. assumed, seeing a figure in black and white flying above them.
"I know Phantom's done some low things before, but hiding an army under the guise of Santa's Workshop is disgusting!" Operative O. agreed. Taking careful aim, the government agent sent an anti-ghost missile flying towards Phantom.
Danielle dodged the projectile and sent a few non-lethal attacks of her own.
….Walker's Prison…
"It seems that we have an intruder," Walker grinned evilly. "Shoot them down."
Seeing the activity below her, Sam activated the cloaking mechanism in the Specter Speeder and descended to the building. Phasing through the walls as only humans could do in the Ghost Zone, Sam landed the craft right in front of the warden.
"Who are you?" he demanded as the cloaked woman exited the Speeder.
"I'm here for your help, Walker," she told him. "Gather every ghost in your employ as well as the prisoners. The Guys in White have crossed the line and attacked Santa's Workshop. He sent me to get as many ghosts as possible."
"How do we get there?" he questioned. Every ghost knew the location of Santa's Workshop, but they needed a portal to get there.
"There's a portal in the Realm of the Far Frozen; it'll take you straight there," she instructed before climbing back into the Fentons' Specter Speeder and heading off.
…Workshop…
"Stop right there, Spectral Scum!" Operative L. commanded.
"Ya know, you guys have a sick sense of who's scum and who's not," the ghost snapped, turning to face the government agent, almost laughing as his eyes widened in shock and disbelief.
"S-S-Santa?" he stuttered, then recovered from his shock. "You're not Santa! You're a ghost trying to deceive me!"
Santa rolled his eyes at the accusation, but quickly threw an ecto-blast that was only strong enough to stun the man. Instantly, ten more of the white-clad agents started to attack!
He dodged what he could, but slowly they were taking him down.
"FIRE!" came the command, but not from Operative K.
Walker's forces were on the Guys in White in seconds, allowing Santa to slip away.
"Your mate has gone for others," Skulker informed his former prey.
"Alright," Danny nodded. Then he warned the ghost, "Oh, and Skulker? I wouldn't call her my 'mate' to her face if I were you."
The hunter smirked.
….Medieval Realm…
"I'm here to speak with Princess Dora," the hooded woman told the guard. "I'm here on behalf of Santa Claus."
The armored ghost nodded his head in respect and led her across the drawbridge to his ruler.
When she saw the guard, Dora greeted him but sent an inquiring glance to her cloaked guest. The woman said nothing until the other ghost left to return to his post.
It wasn't until the guard had left and she had lowered her hood that Sam spoke, "Hi, Dora."
"Sam! It is good to see you again," she smiled, hugging the Goth.
"I wish I was here to visit, but Santa's Workshop is under attack and we need reinforcements," Sam informed the blonde.
"Then my soldiers and I will help," Dora promised. Sam nodded her thanks.
…Workshop…
Dani flew at one of the white-suited government agents as he aimed his ecto-gun at Desiree's back and tackled him. There was a struggle, but eventually the ghost-girl was able to destroy the weapon and knock him unconscious.
Desiree turned and nodded to the Phantom girl before flying out from under the ledge. Danielle rose above the debris that was the remains of one of the halls, her back to where Desiree had lain in wait, to get a bird's eye view.
"Ahhh!" she screamed as searing heat grazed her right leg. Losing what little concentration she needed to fly, Danielle Phantom fell two stories to the ground, hearing a sickening crunch as more pain shot through her already injured leg.
"Sheeh!" she hissed, biting her lip to suppress tears of pain.
"Oh my," Vlad smirked. "That looks painful."
Danielle glared at the gray-haired man, "I'm sure you're just writhing with sympathy pains."
"You know, I really don't see why you believe him," Vlad said, trying to instill doubt.
"What're you talking…about?" Dani asked, flinching as her leg sent another wave of pain. "He's my brother!"
"No he's not; you're his clone. He's using you, dear girl. You're just here to do his job while he goes on dates with his little girlfriend," Vlad taunted.
"NO! Danny is my brother! I have a family!" she protested, her confidence waning. "A mom and a dad and a brother and a sister!"
Santa watched just out of sight and wanting nothing more than to protect his younger sister. I can't interfere; she needs this. She needs to conquer her fears. C'mon Danielle, you can do this!
"I'm your dear old dad!" Masters yelled, sabotaging his own efforts.
At this, Danielle forgot why she ever feared this man, "You may have created me, but you are NOT my dad. My dad is the one who sat by my bed while I recovered from hypothermia! My dad is the one who adopted me! My dad is the one who threatened my first boyfriend to protect me! My dad is the one who put me through high school and college! You were NEVER my dad and you NEVER will be!"
By the time she finished her speech, Danielle had floated so that she appeared to be standing, though she hovered about a foot above the ground, conscious of her throbbing leg. Vlad, startled by the young woman's anger and vehemence, aimed his ecto-gun at her and fired.
A ghost shield shimmered up between the blast and the twenty-one year old, "Stay away from my sister, Vlad!"
"See, Danielle, he didn't care enough to protect you," Vlad taunted in a last-ditch effort to turn the girl.
"No," Danny agreed, then turned to his sister. "I cared enough to let you face your fear."
She bolted forward, grinning, to hug him, "Thank you so much!"
Santa's own smile turned into a smirk, "And I also care enough to make you go home, so you won't get hurt worse than you already are."
He created a portal, "This will take you to the Far Frozen. When Sam gets back, I want you to take the Specter Speeder back home."
"Aww!" she whined.
"Don't complain. I want you safe," he told her, hugging her again before gently pushing her through.
"How touching," Vlad spat. "You actually care for that insolent brat. Aren't you afraid she'll betray you?"
"That's one thing I'm not afraid of with her: she is nothing like you!" Danny shot right back.
…Far Frozen…
Frostbite watched as Sam landed the Fentons' Specter Speeder with practiced ease. He was joined, seconds later, by Danielle through the portal her brother had created.
"Dani! Are you okay?" Sam inquired, worried for her friend and future sister-in-law. She had seen her arrive and the burnt fabric of her uniform.
"I'm fine, really! Danny's just being overprotective," she professed, then, after a moment, added, "Again."
"Well, your sense of humor's intact," Sam laughed, but continued on to defend her fiancé, "but Danny almost always has a reason. Otherwise, none of us would have a chance to fight."
"True," Dani conceded, disappointed.
"I'll see you later," Sam waved, stepping through the portal to Santa's Workshop, followed closely by Dora and her people.
….
A/N: What did you think? Did you Danny messing with the Fruitloop's head? Did you like Dani's fight with the same? Tell me in a review, and as alwaysALOHA!