And here's the second chap! And at almost my normal deadline too, back when I was consistant with Halfa Life (give it three or so days and it'll be back.)

To Roses 'n Horses, Trenety Fenton-Phantom, and Random Reviewer: Thank you! Humor is what I'm going for with this. Hope this chapter's just as funny for you all.
MetaliHead2X4: I haven't really thought about how I'm going to do the actual wedding, but I hope you don't mind me using that idea. The image had me laughing for a while. 'Course, I was imagining Vlad slinging an arm over Danny's shoulder and acting fatherly, giving him a father-son speech while Danny looked like he wanted to die, but still yours. lol. I'm gonna have fun with Vlad in this one. :D
Athena Fenton: Yeah, I come up with original stories most of the time...sometimes...What? Anyway, I hope I did Lance's reaction justice. It's hard to say how a lone normal citizen would react to going to the GZ with a whole bunch of ghosts, but I figure fear is a prominent feature ;)
Kiomori: Hello again! I agree with the Lance thing. He deseves a raise, but I'm going to make him work for it here. Unique is good, right? Nah, of course it is ;D
Donteatacowman: I'm glad you enjoy my writing so much :D I like revealing stories sometimes too, but they have to be real good and actually center around the revealing for me. Otherwise it just feels like it's there for the fun of it and it's all spoiled. Anyway, you're welcome! Thank you for reviewing :D
Ali Phantom: The trees a tough big guy. It'll be fine, I'm sure ;) I like hearing about the news and decided to write something about them. That's where this whole idea came from. As for canon, this is. Just before that one before PP...can't remember its name. Updated! XD
Nine Reviews! Thank you all!

Eh, the begining is kind of slow because I have to make introductions to all the ghosts so the audience and Lance will know who's who. It picks up later.

Also, Danny reveals more stuff about himself than he usually would in here because he's trying to calm Lance down by distracting him. It's all safe info to give, so he doesn't really see any problem with it. Besides, Sam and Tucker aren't there to tell him to shut up. Just so you know.

I no own Danny Phantom.

*Edit 10/26/11*

Chapter 2
Into the Ghost Zone

Danny leaned casually against a wall as Skulker inspected the Specter Speeder. Lancer stood nervously by the hero's side, fearfully watching the remaining six ghosts looking around curiously. The ghosts touched nothing. Either they were wary of messing with ghost hunting equipment or of Danny's glare whenever they got too close to something. Either way, they were wondering around aimlessly, and it was making Lance nervous.

"Uh, Mr. Thunder?"

Lance whipped the camera around, and Danny flinched away from the too-close camera. The ghost boy took a step back and regained his composure. He gave the weatherman a concerned look. "Y-y-yes, Mr. Phantom?" Lance stammered.

"Are you alright?" he asked, tilting his head to the side. "You look pale."

That was ironic, coming from a ghost. "I'm f-fine, Mr. Phantom," he reassured, giving the young hero a shaky smile.

Danny frowned. "It's Danny." He sighed and rubbed his neck. "I suppose I should have expected it, but…" He straightened off the wall and turned completely to Lance. "There's really nothing to worry about, Mr. Thunder," he said gently, trying to be comforting and reassuring, using the voice he used for distressed victims. "They're not going to attack you or anything. Not today, at least."

Lance grasped onto this, eager to take his mind off the fact there was a dead punk boy from the eighties four feet away from him. "Why do you say that?"

Danny scratched his neck. "Well, we're going to a wedding." He made a face, but forced his facial muscles to relax again. "Ghosts rarely get married, so when a couple decides to have one, it's like a big deal for them. I'm not sure why. Probably because it lasts forever. You know, since there's no 'till death do us part'. So it's the same as the Christmas Truce, in a way. No fighting allowed."

Lance felt himself settling into interview-mode gratefully. "Christmas truce?"

Danny nodded, smiling. "It's an agreement all the ghosts made a long time ago that Christmas day was a fight-free day. Ghosts even get arrested if they break the truce. They're actually serious about it. And it works the same way with weddings, from what I understand."

"You've never been to a wedding?" Lance questioned.

"A wedding? Sure I have. My aunt's. But a ghost wedding…" He chuckled lightly. "Never."

"You seem reluctant to go. Why is that? Most would figure you would be happy to have a day free from fighting. Or do you enjoy fighting?" A lot of Phantom's critics argued that was his obsession, anyway…

The ghost teen sighed and tried to rub his neck with his right hand before belatedly remembering his hand was cuffed to Lance's. He let the action fall. "I love ghost free days, actually. Finding out about the Christmas Truce made the holiday a lot better for me when it was originally spoiled with…unpleasant memories. As for why I don't want to go?" He shrugged. "It's not so much I don't want to go as I'd rather not go, if you get what I mean."

"No, I'm afraid I don't."

"I had planned to have this day all to myself." He rubbed his neck with his left hand. "I rarely have any 'me' time lately, and I was really looking forward to it. It's selfish, I know, but me, the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady aren't exactly on good terms anyway, so I figured it wasn't a big deal not go to their wedding when we can't even call each other friends."

Johnny, who was standing four feet away, staring at the lock for the ghost portal, looked up and rolled his eyes at Danny. "It's very important, kid," he said, crossing his arms. "None of us like the Box Ghost, but this is a wedding, and all ghosts have to be present. Even twerps like you."

"Yeah, I kind of got that when you all decided to force me there." Danny looked back at Lance. "Mr. Thunder, this is Johnny 13," he introduced tiredly. "A biker who has girl problems all the time because he never thinks before he speaks."

"Hey!" Johnny complained.

"Johnny, this is Lance Thunder, the weatherman reporter for Amity Park."

Johnny studied Lance curiously, making the human uncomfortable. "Weatherman? Aren't they, like supposed to stay inside and tell forecasts?"

Lance shifted awkwardly. "Yes, but we're understaffed and I usually get roped into reporting the numerous ghost attacks."

"Uh-huh," Johnny said tonelessly. "Good luck with that, man." He turned back to the controls.

Danny rolled his eyes. He stared at Lance's camera for a moment before chuckling. "I should probably introduce everyone else too, huh?"

Lance didn't want to know who the ghosts were, but his boss was screaming in his ear to agree. "Yes. That would be appreciated, Mr. Phantom."

"It's Danny." Danny pointed to Skulker who was still investigating the Specter Speeder. "That hunk of metal is Skulker, the self-proclaimed greatest hunter in all ghost-dom. He looks big and scary, but he's really just a few inches big. He's been after my…er, pelt, since we first met because he collects all things rare and unusual, or something like that."

Lance refocused the camera on the ghost teen. "Rare? Are you rare, Mr. Phantom?"

Danny's eyes widened. He coughed into his fist. "Uh, kind of, I, um, er…" He made a frustrated sound and shook his head. He put his hand on the camera and turned it to Ember, who was glaring in annoyance at Skulker. "That is Ember McClain. She's a rock star who controls people through music and has a problem with lame insults."

"Isn't she that rock star whohad the teen population rioting two years ago?" his boss asked through the earpiece.

Lance's eyes widened. "Is she the Ember McClain, the hottest sensation with teenagers two years ago?"

Danny grimaced at the memory. "Yup. It was a take over the world scheme she almost won." He pointed to Dora who was looking at some photos that had found their way down to the lab. "That's Dora. She's a princess in a medieval part of the Ghost Zone. She can turn into a dragon at will and I think she's ruling the kingdom now that her brother was removed from power."

"A medieval part in the Ghost Zone?" Lance questioned, sounding confused.

Danny nodded. "Yup. Aragon, Dora's brother and the ruler before her, froze time so they remained in the dark ages."

Lance nodded—although he still didn't understand it—and pointed the camera at Kitty. "And her?"

"That's Kitty. She's Johnny's off-and-on girlfriend. She has the ability to make a man disappear for up to twelve hours, and vanish completely if they stay that way for too long." He made a face. "They fight. A lot." He was about to point to Youngblood, but paused and smiled sheepishly at Lance. "There's also Youngblood, but you can't see him. Only kids can. You would have to act like one yourself to see him."

Lance pointed in the general direction, but, like Phantom said, couldn't see anything. "Oh."

"Yeah." Danny chuckled and rubbed his neck. "He had me thinking I was going crazy once." He pointed to Desiree. "Desiree is a wish granting ghost and don't," he gave the weatherman a stern look, "don't say 'I wish' on this trip. She'll just turn it all around and eventually cause the whole world to fall apart. No joke."

Lance had been on the verge of saying "I wish I wasn't here", but decided to keep that to himself.

Danny tried to hook his hands behind his head before remembering he was a bit attached to someone. He sighed and let his hands fall. "And that's all for now. The others left to fetch the remaining runaway ghosts." He laughed. "It's sort of weird to see my enemies being the 'good guys' for once. Kind of refreshing."

"Yo, Phantom," Johnny suddenly called, raising a hand to get his attention.

"'Course, it's also annoying." He sighed. "Yeah, Johnny?" Danny walked towards him with Lance trailing reluctantly behind. "What is it?"

"Can you open this thing now?" he asked, pointing to the genetic lock.

Danny raised an eyebrow and looked at the closed portal. "It's closed." He hadn't noticed before. "Why'd you close it?"

"We didn't close it, kid," Johnny said. "We didn't come through this way."

"You didn't? How'd you get out here then?"

"We went through a natural portal Clockwork told us about."

"And you didn't take the usual way, because…"

"Because it was locked, of course."

"That never stopped you before!"

"Your—umph!" Danny had clamped a hand over Johnny's mouth to keep him from finishing with 'your father wasn't opening the door!'

"Hush!" Danny growled, throwing a meaningful look at the camera in Lance's hand.

Johnny, who had looked incredibly angry, suddenly looked like he understood. Danny removed his hand, and Johnny smiled down at him. "I forgot you had a secret to keep, kid."

Danny shrugged, though he looked uneasy. "Yeah, well, don't forget again." Suddenly the thought of Lance and a camera going into the Ghost Zone was very unnerving. Who knew when a ghost would randomly speak up about his hybrid state? He winced at the thought. He really didn't want to experience that again.

"Okay, okay. I'll open it." He looked around, gasped—badly—and pointed dramatically behind them. "Look! A…a ghost!"

Lance and the camera looked quickly while Johnny just looked confused. Danny ignored them and turned his glove intangible, pressing his thumb to the genetic lock. The lock scanned his fingerprint and accepted it, the ghost portal doors opening with a barely audible hiss. Danny snatched his hand away from the controls as Lance spun around to face the portal. The weatherman slowly turned the camera to face the controls and Danny, who smiled innocently back.

"What did you do?" he asked the ghost.

"Nothing, nothing." Danny waved his hand dismissively. "Skulker!"

Skulker had just gotten down on his knees to inspect the underneath of the Speeder. He jumped at Danny's loud call, banging his head loudly on the undercarriage. He groaned and held his helmet while the other ghosts laughed at his misfortune. "What, whelp?" he growled at Danny, glaring for all he was worth.

"You almost done?" Danny asked, smiling from ear to ear.

Skulker made a rude noise, turning intangible and rising from beneath the vehicle. "Yes. This thing needs an oil change, but it'll get us all there and you two back without too much trouble."

Danny's back went rigid. "What? All of us? As in all of you, plus Lance and I?"

"Lance and me, Sir Phantom," Dora corrected gently.

"Er, right. What she said."

"Well of course, kid," Johnny said, slapping a hand on Danny's shoulder. "We don't want you escaping on us, after all."

Danny brushed his hand off, still looking confused. "Right, but why not just one or two of you?"

"Because this is more convenient, Ghost Child," Skulker snapped. He climbed into the Speeder's back. "Now let's go! We're late and I don't want to miss the chance to give the Box Ghost one last chase!"

Ember climbed in after him, shouting, "Today's his special day, you idiot! Wait until tomorrow!"

"Tomorrow is his honeymoon, though," Kitty said, crossing her arms and giving Johnny a pointed look. "It's supposed to be romantic."

"What?" Johnny asked, looking surprised and a little affronted. "I haven't even messed up our honeymoon yet, so why are you giving me that look now?" Kitty glared and stormed through the portal. Johnny groaned. "What did I do now?" He slowly and reluctantly followed her to the portal, stopping right before entering to call over his shoulder, "I'll lead the way there on my bike, kid. You know, so you don't get lost. Again." He left, missing Danny's growl.

"Hey, dipstick," Ember called from the Speeder, sticking her head out to glare at the teen hero. "Stop your growling and let's go! It's already going to be a stretch getting you to look suitable in time."

"What?" Danny demanded, looking a little dismayed. "I look fine the way I am!"

Ember gave him a look over, noting the torn jumpsuit and bark infested hair with a critical eye. "Uh-huh," she said, unimpressed. She disappeared back inside the speeder, mumbling something about a tux.

Danny rolled his eyes, but reluctantly walked over to the Speeder. He paused when he noticed all the ghosts were in the back of the Speeder and only the front seats were open. He pointed a finger at his chest. "I'm driving?" he asked as if he couldn't believe it.

"It's not like we know how to operate this piece of trash," Ember commented, managing to kick the front seat.

"To not be surrounded and pressed up against us would make the human more comfortable as well," Dora added, nodding politely to Lance.

Said human looked surprised, but nodded back and climbed inside with a little foreboding feeling niggling at the back of his mind. Danny shrugged and followed Lance into the Specter Speeder, sitting in the driver's seat with an excited and mischievous grin on his face.

"I don't like that smile," Ember commented, and Lance twisted in his seat to record the ghosts sitting in the back. None of them looked too comfortable, and not because of the lack of space. "It's too ghost-like for the dipstick. I think we should reconsider and have Skulker drive or something."

Danny just threw them a smirk before pulling a lever/gear-shift and starting the Speeder. The vehicle hummed to life and lifted smoothly off the ground. Lance gripped his seat and faced the front again where the glowing green ghost portal was getting steadily bigger. He started trembling, the camera shaking in his hand and probably messing up the image, but he didn't care. It had finally hit him. He was going into the Ghost Zone. He was going into the Ghost Zone where the ghosts lived! ...no pun intended.

The weatherman gasped in fright and closed his eyes tightly as they passed through the portal, refusing to reopen them. Not that it really mattered, though, because he could feel the Ghost Zone all around him. Cold, empty, desolate, suffocating, and...was that a howl?

Lance didn't realize he'd started hyperventilating until the Speeder came to a stop and a cold hand was placed on his shoulder. Lance reluctantly opened his eyes, first seeing Danny Phantom's concerned green eyes before a movement outside of the vehicle caught his attention, and he looked out the window. He screamed when he saw the swirling green, purple, and black energy/light/stuff surrounding them. A green swirl—a ghost—flew at them, moaning as it flew over their vehicle. That's when Lance finally felt himself start hyperventilating dangerously.

"The human's not taking this well at all, whelp," Skulker commented from behind, sounding annoyed. "I'd still be able to smell his fear if I were a mile away."

Lance whimpered, frantically searching for the ghost that was sure to be tracking him down because of his fear.

Danny glared at Skulker for a moment before digging around in a cluttered compartment in search of a paper bag. "You have got the emotional sensitivity of a rock, you know that, Skulker?" He finally found one and gave it to Lance, who gratefully took it, setting the camera down on the dashboard so he could put the brown bag to good use.

"I don't care, just calm the human down," Skulker growled. "I can barely breathe back here!"

"You can't breathe at all."

"You're missing the point, Child!"

Danny rolled his eyes and searched out the window for Johnny's bike. "I thought you liked the smell of fear."

"Not when I can't hunt the prey down!"

Lance's breathing—which had started to calm down—sped up again, the bag expanding and contracting rapidly and doing little help.

Danny sighed. "You should really shut up, Skulker." He jerked his right arm towards himself, tugging Lance's left and catching his panicked attention. Danny looked him straight in the eye, his green eyed stare somehow calming the man down enough to hear him say, "You'll be alright, Mr. Thunder. Remember what I said about there being a truce? There's nothing to worry about. Those no-shape spirits aren't going to come after you—think of them as small dogs, I guess. All bark and no bite."

"Like a Yorkie?" Lance asked...well, squeaked.

Danny raised an eyebrow. "Uh, sure...I think. And the Zone is just like Outer Space. You get the same feeling of nothingness out there as you do in here."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Take it from experience!" Danny grinned, his eyes lighting up at the memory.

Lance began to relax, able to take the bag away and look outside the Speeder again, although he still got chills. He saw the camera and blushed when he realized it was facing them. All of Amity had just seen his panic attack. He picked it back up and focused it out into the green vastness instead.

"That was great, Lance!" the voice in his ear exclaimed gleefully. "The acting was beau-ti-ful! I'm sure there's not a citizen out there who doesn't feel for you."

Lance gulped.

"Where is that idiot?" Ember snapped. She leaned into the window beside Skulker and searched outside. "He was supposed to be waiting right here for us!"

Skulker's green blade shot out of his wrist. "I'll hunt him down," he proclaimed, standing up and causing Ember to take a step back. "He can't escape me, the Greatest Hunter of all ghost worlds!"

Ember and Danny both groaned, giving each other rare sympathetic looks they would deny later.

"I-is-s, that h-him?" Lance stammered, pointing out his side.

Danny leaned over a bit to see out the window better, noticing how Lance tensed at the proximity, but ignoring it for the moment. In the distance, a bright light was coming towards them at great speed. His eyes narrowed. "Yeah, that's him."

"He might want to slow down," Desiree commented. "He will ram us if he continues at that speed."

Danny's and Lance's eyes widened. "He what?" Danny cried. He stood up, ready to stop him by force if necessary. "He can't total this! I'll be so dead! ... Er, again!"

Before the ghosts could reply, they heard a loud whoop. They all jumped when Johnny, Kitty, and his bike flew inside the Speeder and stopped inside of it with a dramatic flourish of the back tire. Johnny threw Danny a taunting smirk, turning the handles and making the motorcycle engine rumble loudly.

"Try to keep up, kid," he challenged casually, and turned the handles again. He did a wheel-y inside the Speeder and zoomed out the other side.

Danny looked down at the tire marks he had left behind on the Speeder with something akin to horror. His eyes narrowed. He dropped back heavily into his seat. "He's going to regret that," he said quietly, messing expertly with some controls.

"Uh, why are we letting the dipstick drive again?" Ember asked, her eyes widening as the Speeder started to hum louder and shake a little.

Skulker was too busy watching Danny work with great interest to answer her. He wordlessly grabbed onto a handle. "It was your idea."

Danny grinned, and buckled himself in. "You may want to put on your seatbelt, Mr. Thunder." The weatherman had already done so and was currently searching for an "oh-crap" handle.

The ghosts' eyes widened.

"You better not be thinking of doing what I think your thi—" Ember began.

Danny slammed on the gas and the Speeder lived up to its name.

"PHANTOM!"

Aren't introductions fun? XD That's it for now. Thanks for reading and leave a review if you can!