AN: I hope the MI6 scene works out! I can't really figure out Blunt and Jones' character-ness. They're not too important for this story though, so who cares? I made a firm decision when I was working on an earlier chapter that when this scene panned out, it would end up with the basic result here! ;D
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Mrs. Jones was facing the door when she sensed a strange presence. Without giving away any emotion, she slowly rolled a peppermint in her mouth. Turning to the only other person in the room, Alan Blunt, she extended her hand out. She had been holding a white envelope, and Blunt took it from her, quickly slicing the paper open to examine the contents. With a huff, he tossed the lot into his waste bin.
"Rubbish," he said, lip twitching. "Utter nonsense. Have you any news on Alex?"
"None; we've only received the call he sent. Didn't you know that?"
"Well, yes. It never hurts to ask."
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Somehow, Alex had managed to get Sam and Tucker to stay at his house while he went with Danny to the bank. Currently, the halfa was flying them over there. He was quiet jumpy, nervous.
"Danny, I tried to show one of my friends MI6 once. They pretended to know nothing, and we were sort of kicked out."
"What does that have to do with right now?" Danny asked, confused. They were both invisible, so the spy had no idea what Danny's expression was. Alex scowled at the memory of what had happened.
"If I just show up there, asking for help, they'll turn away. Having Sam and Tucker with us would have caused that to happen. I'm not even sure this will work, you just flying us in there."
Danny didn't say anything, instead looking down to the streets below. He was given a better view of the rooftops when Alex announced that they were close to where they needed to be. The spy got the halfa's attention by yelling over the wind that the bankwas right under them. Danny said something back and then flew down, entering by way of phasing through the window next to the flag pole. From there, still invisible, they flew out of the room, and into a hallway. Not knowing where to go, and receiving no help from the silent spy, Danny went forward. He was eventually stopped when Alex tapped his arm.
Turning his head to the left, Danny's green eyes saw the door. Nodding, he phased through. A woman was staring in his general direction, seeing something that he couldn't see. Panicking, he took a step back. Alex grabbed his sleeve tightly, keeping him there. They waited, listening to the woman and another man talk.
Alex pulled away from Danny, throwing himself back into visibility. Blunt stared, amusement swimming in his eyes. Mrs. Jones turned, surprised.
"Alex! How did you get in here? Why aren't you in Amity Park?"
"Long story short, I need a ride back to Amity. There was this issue, and I escaped through the Ghost Zone. I got out through another door, which was in London."
"A ride?" Blunt said, raising an eyebrow. "Why are you coming to us? It simply isn't like a spy to be this unorganized."
"Well, maybe you should fire me. It's not like I get paid to do this."
"Alex-" Mrs. Jones warned. She wasn't angry; she only wanted to avoid trouble. Blunt nodded, cutting her off.
"Really, Alex, we can't ferry you off just like that. Certainly there's some reason that you have to get back?"
Alex nodded. "There is. I know you won't believe me, so I have someone with me who can back me up."
Reluctantly, Danny noted the cue, and dropped the invisibility. Weakly, he waved to the two adults, who were shocked. He blushed lightly, suddenly feeling exposed by the stares he was getting from them.
"Uh, Hi?" he said, waving his hand limply. "I'm Danny Phantom."
"Show us then."
"What?"
"Show us that you're who you say you are."
Danny raised an eyebrow, doing as they asked by hovering a few inches of the ground. He held out an open hand, palm facing the ceiling, before creating a harmless ball of green ecto energy. Blunt and Jones nodded, silently agreeing that a ghost had in fact, successfully broken into MI6.
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In the end, Alex had to restrain himself from smashing something against the wall. It was clear that he wasn't going to get a ride with the others in some jet thing, thereby making it back to Amity before dinner. Danny was getting grilled by Blunt and Jones. Each were asking him questions, reminding the boy of Harry and his parents at the same time. The questions, at first, were about the reason they were there. Why had they fled into the Ghost Zone? Why was it so important for them to get back?
"Why would the two of you need the help of others to get back to Amity Park? Surely with your powers, it would be simple."
"Really, it's not. I can't even duplicate myself yet."
"Yet?"
"I've been practicing. You can't just become a ghost and a master at all the stuff that comes with it."
Danny looked back to Alex, shrugging his shoulders in a helpless manner. Alex nodded, getting the halfa off the heat and stepping up to bat. He asked again if it would be possible for them to get a ride.
"I'm afraid not, Alex. We don't exactly keep a supply of planes and jets at the ready for everyone to use. There simply isn't enough room."
"Fine. I'll find some other way to get back." Alex snarled, walking back to Danny. Before the halfa could take them away, he said one last thing to Blunt.
"Maybe I'll find Yassen. He's been around now and again, and he's been more help to us than you could ever be."
"Alex, Yassen is dead."
"I know."
Alex saw the twin expression of surprise in the eyes of Alan Blunt and Tulip Jones. Almost smirking, he waved a final time, disappearing with Danny.
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"You made it sound like Yassen has been helping us out a lot." Danny said quietly. He had stopped to sit atop another building some distance from the bank. Alex was leaning against the locked door leading to the roof. He frowned.
"It doesn't matter, they'll know that. I only said it to mess with them. It would be sort of helpful for him to show up though."
-ring ring-
Sighing, Alex pulled his phone out to answer it. Jack's bubbly voice came through, asking why he wasn't at the Fenton's.
"It's pretty interesting here, even if most of the 'campers' are little kids."
"Sorry, Jack, mission stuff."
"So, where are you? Are you with the others, Danny and all of them?"
"Yeah, I'm with them. We're in London."
"Please tell me that you mean the London in Minnesota, Alex."
"Not exactly, Jack."
Jack sighed, showing how frustrated she was. "How did you even get over there so quickly?"
"Ghost Zone. Look, Jack, we're trying to figure out how to get back. MI6 won't do anything yet."
"Of course they won't do anything. Are you alright?"
"I'm fine. Jack, I have to hang up now- no, I'm not in trouble. Okay, well, see you soon."
With a final farewell, Alex ended the call and returned the phone to his pocket. He looked over to the halfa, noting the expression of borderline panic in his green eyes. Danny looked up at him, and his eyes flashed for a moment.
"I think Yassen is here. Not 'here' here, but nearby. I can't sense him, but I can't shake the feeling."
"Well, you want to look for him?" Alex offered. Danny quickly shook his head, getting to his feet.
It was time to head back to the house.
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Sam and Tucker had been fairly quiet, sitting on the couch in the living room. Across from them, a figure sat, watching them. There wasn't much to do, and everyone had started to think that the moment was pretty awkward.
Tucker had gotten his PDA out, and was playing pong on it, while the stare off continued between Sam and the guest. The Goth was glaring, clearly mad at the figure sitting across from her. With her arms and legs crossed, and the current scowl, she made it fairly difficult for anyone to talk to her. The room was silent, save for the constant beeping from Tucker's game.
Cautiously, the figure pulled a fresh pad of paper, and a pencil, from the pockets of his jacket. Clearing his throat, he smiled. Sam's scowl deepened, but she remained silent. Tucker, having lost his game, looked up. Harry smiled at him, making the boy pull a face.
"So, the two of you are friends of Mr. Phantom?" he asked. Sam turned his angry eyes on Tucker. She had only been gone for a few minutes when the doorbell had gone off. Tucker, not knowing what to do, allowed the man inside. Harry had been rather pushy.
Tucker ran to get the door, expecting Alex and Danny to be back. Grinning, he threw the door open.
"It's about time you two got back! Oh."
"Hello again! Pardon me, but I had something to ask your friend. Danny isn't here, is he?"
"Uh…"
"Well, may I come in? We can wait for him together."
Harry invited himself in, totally unaware of the slack jawed teen as he passed by him. He went into the living room, sitting in an armchair. Tucker, holding back a groan of annoyance, shut the door and followed him. He chose to sit at the couch, pushing the blankets to the side before collapsing there. Harry smiled, looking around.
"So, how's Alex?"
"He's fine."
"Fabulous."
Moments later, Sam came into the room. She didn't bother asking why Harry was there.
Tucker nodded, answering Harry's question. The man nodded, scribbling something down.
"So, where is he? Did he take Alex with him?"
"We don't know." Tucker lied. "He didn't tell us."
"He took Alex away, without telling you where he was off to?" Harry asked slowly.
"Stop making it out like Danny kidnapped him or something!" Sam snapped. Everyone stared at her in surprise. "Alex woke up this morning. He wanted to show Danny something. Maybe he wanted to show him the Tower of London."
Harry nodded happily, writing that down. To him, it made perfect sense. Who else could confirm the location of a ghost, but another ghost? Danny Phantom would be able to prove if there really were spirits haunting the famous area. Once the information had been recorded, another question was fired off. Sam was furious.
"What kind of a question is that?" she demanded, hiding her blush. "I'm not in love with Danny!"
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Danny took Alex back to the house, landing just inside the front door. Letting go of the blond, he transformed.
"Hey, guys! We're back!" he called, walking forward a few steps.
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Harry jumped to his feet at the sound of the door opening and closing. Sam got to her feet, running out of the room.
"Ah, young love!" Harry said softly, adding more notes to his notebook before sitting back down. Tucker sank back into the couch, deciding it would be best for him to stay there rather than run out of the room. Someone had to keep an eye on the reporter guy anyway.
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Danny knew something was wrong as soon as he saw Sam run out of the living room.
"Danny! Change back!" the Goth hissed, turning around to make sure that others hadn't heard her. "That reporter guy is here again."
Alex cursed.
There wasn't time for Danny to change back, unless he wanted to blow his secret identity. Harry decided to go out to see him. He waved to the halfa, introducing himself.
"I take it that you are Alex? It's simply a pleasure meeting you."
Danny nodded slowly, looking past the man to Sam and Tucker. They shrugged, looking as confused as he felt. The halfa nodded, walking past the reporter, keeping his eyes on the ground. Harry's smile slowly fell.
"Is Danny here?" he called after the boy. Danny didn't answer, instead going up to the second floor. Tucker coughed, quickly coming up with another lie on the spot.
"Sorry, we forgot to mention that Alex is, uh… Russian. He doesn't speak English very well, and he's really shy." He ended lamely. The real Alex, who had yet to be noticed by Harry, was clearly shocked. He flipped his hand once, silently saying: What the heck?
"He's Russian?" Harry asked, writing this down. He didn't look too convinced. Tucker nodded firmly, sticking to his story. He said that Alex had been adopted. The man nodded sympathetically. He had been about to talk again, until he twitched spastically. He blinked, revealing his now green eyes when they were reopened. Looking down to the paper in his hands, Harry quickly tore the notes to pieces and threw them away in the nearest rubbish bin. He looked over to the real Alex, blinking.
"Where should I take the guy this time?" he asked. Alex suggested Hyde Park.
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Ten minutes later, Harry found himself stuck in what was possibly the tallest tree in Hyde Park. He jumped when he saw the pale figure of Phantom next to him, hovering in the air. He opened his mouth to speak, but Phantom held a hand up, telling him to be quiet.
"No, I will not answer questions for you any more. No, I will not help you get down from this tree. No, I will not go through with this for any longer. If I catch you following me or my friends again, I'm calling the cops. I'm being nice by doing that, so you'd better remember that."
Danny turned to fly away. Harry saw this, and shot a hand out to grab the boy by his ankle, stopping him from getting away. The halfa instantly stiffened, and he snapped his head around. His eyes were burning.
"Please, Danny!" the man begged. "You have no idea how important this story would be for me! I need it!"
"Get off of me." Danny said coldly, kicking his foot free. His eyes grew dark. "I could tell you that you're really making me mad. I could say that you're wasting the time that I don't have any more. You want a story?" he shot a small beam of energy at the base of the branch Harry was sitting on, fracturing it. "How about the stalking reporter who fell from a tree? Leave me alone, Harry."
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