Hi everyone! Hope you had a Merry Christmas! Here's a really long update for you.

As always, I don't own Danny Phantom, or Shelly Makamoto, or Ember McLain. Right's to them go to Butch and Nick Studios. However, all other OC's in this story (Mac, Amanda, Jake) are mine along with this story so please don't use them or post this story elsewhere.

Thanks for the support everyone! Your reviews and comments make this so exciting for me!

Told in the POV of Shelly Makamoto.

Chapter 5: In high-heels.

Okay, stay calm girl. You're a top-notch female reporter hosing a popular news segment, witnessing the most talked about event this week. No pressure what so ever. It's only a live broadcast and without a teleprompter of any kind. I can handle that.

"Mac!" I shouted when my hairbrush magically wasn't where I'd left it.

"Hey Shelly," Mac smirked, "can you try and use my name nicely every now and again?"

"No time Mac! I need my hairbrush! I can't do a live broadcast with messy hair!"

"Ha ha, really Shell. Uh, you can't just use your hands? I mean it's so short, and what part of "I'm a camera man, not your personal hairstylist" don't you understand?"

"Mac," I said in a pleading annoyed way, "you're a guy! You can't possibly comprehend the immense importance of a woman's hairbrush!"

He pulled out a spare hairbrush, "What I can't-uh comprehend Shell, is half those words."

I took the brush form him and smiled, "and that Mac, is why you're the camera man." I looked him up and down. He fit the roll of a cameraman: a little sloppy, but hard working, and exceedingly good at his job. He was bit of a prankster, but his jokes and funny faces kept me just chirpy enough for the audience.

I ran the brush through my hair and let Mac return to his techno camera stuff. He always liked to triple check everything to prevent on-screen errors and he hadn't had one yet.

The manager of the APGS station signaled the five-minute warning and took her place to be interviewed. She was clearly almost as excited as I was. We were all confident that the station would be a bigger hit then had been predicted. And I, Shelly Makamoto, would smile up at the camera and announce the debut to all of Amity!

"Shelly, Shelly, Shell, SHELLY!"

"Ahh!" I yelled, and spun on my heels, and nearly lost my balance; "Mac! What'd you do that for?"

He smiled gently at me, oh I hated it when he did that. While his mouth said 'innocent' his eyes sparkled under his brown bangs saying 'sucker.'

"We're on in two Shell, so you might want to ditch the foot-twigs unless you want to taste floor half-way through the interview."

I glared at him. The "foot-twigs" he talked about were my brand new four-inch-healed-outfit-matching red shoes. They were a gift from the manufacturer, all I had to do was wear them on screen, even if they wouldn't bee seen, and I was NOT taking them off. Did they hurt? Yes, but they just looked so good on me.

"Humph" I wined, "I can handle these shoes no matter what!"

"Really Shell?" he teased, "Then tell you what; fifty-bucks says 'you trip or fall during the interview' how bout it?"

I bit my lip and let it go when I caught the bad habit in action. No point in ruining my lipstick over a bet right? "Okay Mac," I said slowly, "You're on." We shook hands and went to our places.

"Thirty-seconds left and counting," Mac announced.

I stood next to the manager, a beautiful young girl named Amanda. She was nineteen, on the short side, and wore her honey-brown hair in waves mid-way down her back. Quite young, but also quite experienced as I'd heard before, she seemed very nice.

"Ten-second warning," Mac said. He signaled me the 5,4,3,2,1, countdown with his hand and replaced it on his camera. Jake (another techno worker of the Ghost-Watch crew) gave me the thumbs up and a charming smile.

The fans started screaming and holding their signs of support, so I looked into the camera and did my duty…

"Hello Amity Park, and welcome to 'Ghost-Watch' the team that brings you all your ghostly news. Today we're bringing you live to the debut of Amity Parks' Ghost Station, APGS. I'm standing here with the Manager of this new station, Miss Amanda Hounds." I shifted carefully towards Amanda. "So Miss Hounds, would you mind answering a few questions to satisfy your curious fans?"

Amanda smiled a million dollar smile, "I'll answer everything I can."

I kept chirpy, "Wonderful, so first question: what kind of knowledge will the station provide for the public?"

Amanda's eyes lit up, "The station will revolve mostly around the knowledge of ghosts. We have a hard working team that has compiled information about ghosts and compared it with what we've seen in Amity to screen out some facts. And, using Fenton equipment, we'll be able to spot ghost fights and warn the public about them."

"That's wonderful. Do you believe the station will improve the safety of the public?"

She paused for a second, "Yes and No. Right now, we can only broadcast the location of the fight to whoever's listening, we also can't make people leave the area, or stop them if they want to go watch the fight. So really, all we can to is to keep out promise to inform and warn. As a bonus, we might be able to chart some kind of pattern, or place that ghost fights are more likely to appear." She brightened up a little at that last part.

'Okay' I thought; 'she's a smart girl; now try this'. "Very interesting; now would you answer the biggest question posed about the station?" She nodded her head yes, a signal for me to continue, "Thank you. Where does the station stand on the matter of Phantom? Do you believe he's a good ghost, or a bad ghost?"

She brightened at the question, clearly interested in the subject. I glanced at Jake to make sure he'd been getting her answers, and barely noticed Mac falter with the camera. He'd get an earful for that.

Amanda spoke confidently; "The station has decided to"-"EVERYONE!" Mac interrupted, "HIT THE DIRT!"

Jake looked at Mac, then to where he was pointing. His eyes got wide and he dove for Amanda and me. He hooked his arms around our waists and knocked us off our feet, protecting as much of our bodies beneath his own as he could.

I turned my head from under Jake to glare death at Mac, he was on his knees but still filming what ever it was he shouted about. I heard the crowd scream in fear instead of excitement, and thought; 'oh God, please don't tell me that someone pulled a gun out in the crowd.' Finally, Jake got off Amanda and me and helped us up. I turned instantly towards the window and gasped.

Danny Phantom was brawling against a Guitar wielding ghost. I'd seen her before, she called herself Ember. The ghost called Ember put out a powerful attack in the direction opposite us and hit a shop. Phantom flew up in retaliation and punched her gut once, then a second time so hard it launched her through the roof.

I was dumbfounded and Jake was forced to slap me to get my attention. I'd been spacing out a lot that day and that's dangerous when so close to a fight.

"Come one Shell!" Jake screamed at me, "We've got to get out of here! If Phantom brings the fight back into the mall it'll become a tomb!"

I nodded my head and helped Jake hoist Amanda onto his shoulders. She was out cold but thankfully, she didn't seem injured.

I stuck around for a second to see if anyone was still there before I left. Mac must've gotten out when I helped Jake. People were still running around so I walked out of the station and kept to the nearest wall. Everyone was running and screaming like crazy. Through the commotion I was barely able to see Mac go through an obscure door that wasn't labeled as an exit.

It was stupid, but I went after him. I opened the door and paused at the stairs ahead of me. Dang heels, if it wasn't for the glass everywhere they would've been off in a heartbeat.

I grabbed the handrail and hoisted myself up to the door at the top of the stairs. I grabbed and turned the handle, and slammed my hip into the door to make it open.

One more shove and the door creaked open enough for me to squeeze through. Mac was in view, completely focused on something. I paused and looked to where his camera was pointed.

It was Danny Phantom and Ember in mid air combat! Mac was SO getting a raise for catching that! Phantom's shield was hit and he tipped over, which landed him a face plant on his own shield. I flinched and crossed my fingers in hopes we were still on a live broadcast.

My heels made noise but Mac still didn't notice me until we were side by side. He just gave a wry grin and followed Phantom as he hit the ground. That's when we discovered the people in the streets just standing there.

Phantom must've seen them to, he seemed to panic for a second, but Ember landed on the street and grabbed his attention again. They seemed to be talking, but we were too far to hear them speak.

The street ran horizontally to Mac, the mall, and me. Ember was on the side closest to us, and Danny Phantom on the other. The ghost Ember, lifted her guitar and a lot of things happened.

Her attack seared the air with a resounding chord and Danny Phantom split into three different Phantoms! They dove away and let the first Phantom deal with the attack. It happened in seconds but it seemed so much longer, Danny Phantom looked completely concentrated on the oncoming attack-

THROOM!

Mac and I were blown off our feet! I shut my eyes and hit the ground hard. Mac fell nearby and let his camera fall safely on his chest. He looked completely shocked, but somehow he managed to get up and help me.

"Did you hear that?" Mac asked as he helped me to my feet.

"Of course I did idiot! Danny Phantom just blew us back ten-feet! We'll be lucky if we aren't bleeding outta our ears!"

Mac flinched at my shouting, "Nope Shell, I can hear you as loud as ever, so I think we'll be okay."

I glared at him, but before I could say anything else he ran back for his camera and headed for the door we got out through.

"Mac, are you crazy? Mac?" I uttered something under my breath and stormed after him.

The entire roof had been shaken and the door didn't open right. It took us a few minutes to pull it open enough to step through. Mac rushed down the stairs and peaked through the door at the bottom. He nodded back to me.

"Need help coming down those stairs Shell?"

I planted my feet carefully step after step, "No, and I believe I've won the bet."

Mac looked at me strangely then softened, "Yeah I guess that's fair, you did make it through the interview without tripping over your feet-"

"And the stairs too" I said as I made the last step, but I stumbled at the bottom and Mac had to catch me. We looked at each other and Mac smirked, "I still win camera-boy."

"Whatever Shell," and we reentered the mall.

There didn't seem to be any ghosts around so we didn't bother trying to sneak. As if I could anyway.

"So Mac," I asked in a hushed tone, "what now? The mall itself doesn't seem very bad…" I turned to Mac, I'd spoken too soon, "Mac, Please tell me your cameras' rolling?"

"It is Shell," he swooped the camera over the destroyed walls, "I'm still recording, and I think the station's still picking up our live signal…"

I looked around wildly, "C'mon Mac; It'll do us a lot of good in bonus' if we film this before anyone else does."

Mac looked solemn, "I just want to see how big a mess Phantom made…"

Mac kept walking, I froze. Phantom…He'd get a blow in the ratings for the damage, and that…was very good news for my paycheck. I smirked and caught up with Mac.

We walked passed ruined store after store. Mac slowed down to show the damage, while I Identified what I could and explained how it was Danny Phantom who was responcible.

I was just about to stir up the Phantom is good/evil conflict by questioning if anyone remotely good to do this, when Mac silenced me with a look. He pointed in the direction we were walking and gestured for me to hide with him.

A piece of torn down wall was enough for us both to hide behind. Mac pointed past our hiding place, to his chest, and past our hiding place again.

I scrunched up my nose in confusion. Mac repeated the gesture harshly, then comically opened his mouth, and tightened his throat as if to shout. I shoved him and stood up, if he wanted to play games he obviously wasn't reading the situation very well.

Mac croaked a small "wait" but I ignored him. I wanted a video to shock the world and Mac wasn't helping.

I grumbled in annoyance and turned from him, just to see "DANNY PHANTOM!" I hollered out loud in surprise. Danny Phantom whipped his head around with a bewildered look on his face. I became aware that Mac was right beside me and still filming.

Danny Phantom's face changed, he turned around sharply to look behind him. He screamed-

"NO!"

Gosh now I'm just being...Evil. Hey this parts important, and 6 pages long in word...

-'What to call Amanda...Hmm, she needs a last name-BROWWW!-(beagle bark) That's it; hounds!

-'What to call the station...Lets see; well it is Amity Parks Ghost news Station...um; A-Amity P-Parks G-Ghost S-station. APGS!'

-I bet if I ever have a kid. I'll name it after whatever month he/she's born in...

See you next Sunday! Where we'll finally find out what the "NO" is about!