Danny Phantom: What Happened Next

By ~PrennCooder

Edited by ~NosillaParvatir

With help from ~RinRox

I changed it up a bit! I hope you like! This story is my new pride and joy!

Btw, I changed Cecelia's last name from Navajo to Hazel.

Chapter 1: Improvements All Around

Danny Fenton was walking home from school one day with his girlfriend Sam Manson and their best friend Tucker Foley. The three of them walked home together almost every day. But today they were going to Danny's house.

They were taken by surprise, when, out of the blue skies a giant withered dragon attacked Danny. Taken off guard, Danny was knocked to the ground before he had a chance to change into his phantom form. As Danny lay on the ground, groaning in pain, the dragon nabbed Sam and threatened to burn her to a crisp by breathing fire on her. The goth's screams were so loud that they could have woken up the entire town if it was nighttime. But it was daytime, and the city was bustling so loud that surely her screams were not heard beyond the nearby street.

Tucker anxiously rummaged through his and Danny's backpacks searching for a device called the Fenton Thermos that could suck up ghosts and trap them within. "Danny? Where's the thermos!"

"I left it at home!"

Tucker panicked.

Danny had a huge migraine and it was affecting his vision. He must have hit the cement harder than he thought.

And then out of nowhere, a black van pulled up and out jumped the dynamic duo—the Government Guys in white. With new uniforms and new gadgets, they quarantined that dragon ghost fiend militarial style.

All Danny and Tucker could do was stand by and watch. Danny knew that he couldn't go ghost here or the Guys in White would capture him.

Danny had never seen them capture a ghost so quickly before. Usually, their amount of success resulted in their discouragement, but not today. They even had what looked like their own version of a Fenton thermos, only this one was bigger and fancier and shiny with more buttons.

As soon as the guys left, Sam stormed over to Danny and Tucker.

"Since when are the Guys in White actually CAPABLE of doing their job?" Sam said in a low tone. "Something's not right."

"No kidding." Tucker said under his breath.

Sam cast him a glare.

"What?" He asked innocently. "Dude, this is the worst PMS I've ever seen." He whispered to Danny. "I feel sorry for ya, bro."

"Ahem." Danny got their attention again. "I know something's different about them. There's no need to re-state the obvious."

Sam rolled her eyes.

"So the Guys in White got an upgrade? So what? They're still miles away from my home so I think we'll all be perfectly safe." Danny said.

"But don't you think it's strange how they just happened to be here? Just minutes after that dragon showed up?" Tucker said smartly.

"That's what I was gonna say." Sam crossed her arms.

Danny sighed.

"Tomorrow you'll need to make sure you have the thermos with you at all times." Sam nagged Danny as the trio resumed their course for Danny's house.

She was allowed to nag him, but he wasn't allowed to nag her.

Problem number one.

After they had some junk food and a monster movie marathon, Tucker left. By then, it was nightfall. Danny didn't know what to say to Sam because they already hung out at school and at each other's' houses. Sam scooted closer to him on the couch.

Danny stood up awkwardly and pulled up his pants. "You should probably be getting…"

Sam put her finger to his lips. "Home? No, Danny, don't say that. How's about we go for a flight around town? I know how much you like seeing the city at night."

To prevent her from kissing him, he pulled her into a tight hug. It wasn't that she was a bad kisser or anything, he just didn't like to kiss her. Maybe it was the purple lipstick. Or maybe that was just an excuse.

Problem number two.

Gosh, she was skinny.

Really, really skinny.

Problem number three.

"Sam, have you ever considered eating a double veggie burger with a large fry and chocolate milkshake and a sundae with everything on it?"

Sam broke out laughing and she hugged him tighter.

"I'm serious."

She stopped her chortling and let go of him. "Oh. You think I'm too small?"

"Small, no. Skinny, yes. We're friends before romancers, you know that. I'm just being honest because I care."

"Right." She said.

"Don't take any offense to it."

"I'm not." She lied.

Danny could tell. She always took everything so seriously.

Problem number four.

"And no, we can't go out tonight because I need to study. I haven't studied in days, and it's reflected in my grades. I'll already be up all night, so…yeah. G'night, Sam."

Sam hung her head depressedly as she walked out the door.

Danny was talking to Tucker over Skype while they did their homework together.

"Gee, man, she's really annoying." Tucker said from the comfort of his home desk.

"No she's not!" Said Danny defensively.

Tucker raised one eyebrow.

Danny knew his best friend was right.

"Why didn't you get with someone like Valerie, man? She was real hot. I know she was never interested in me. She always had a little crush on you, and according to rumor, she still does."

Danny gave it some thought. He pictured himself and Valerie together in his mind—holding hands, taking a walk in the park…and he realized how much he still cared for her.

In a city outside of Amity Park, the government Guys in White are working on a new top-secret mission and project. They hired a man named Dr. Mortimer Hazel.

Mortimer was a widower in his late forties. He had been living in Davis, Antarctica for the past twenty-some years for research. He was formerly ridiculed by his bosses who thought he was insane for believing Antarctica had some special connection to a zone full of ghosts and other mythical monsters. It was only recently that the Guys in White had learned of Mortimer's work and decided to offer him a job.

In the remote cold land of ice and snow, Mortimer Hazel had his whole lifetime to obsess over ghosts. His interests ranged anywhere from hunting them to capturing them to obliterating them to ultimately destroying them. He finally created a blueprint to an item that would theoretically convert ecto-energy into electricity—and it was his greatest work.

This was when he received a very important phone call from the government Guys in White.

They heard of the claims he had given to magazines, and they wanted to find out for themselves if he was legit. So Mortimer was given a large house free of charge, one of the many "business propositions" the government had prepared to give him in exchange for his much-appreciated work.

In an instant, Mortimer packed up all his things and moved to Colorado with his daughter in tow. He looked up at the large manor house that now stood in front of him. It had three floors—three floors of splendid elegance. And it had a large driveway and a lovely backyard.

"Dad, why are we doing this?" Asked a girl with dark brown hair that went down to her elbows and great, round lavender-colored eyes.

"Cecelia, I told you already. The government is finally recognizing my work. I've got a real job now." Mortimer said through his thick dark moustache.

"And what's this about a school you were telling me about?"

"It's called Casper High. Here in America, the kids go to school. I've been homeschooling you your whole life. I think it's about time you get to know some teenagers your age."

"That'll be strange. Nobody will believe I'm from Antarctica. It's so warm here, don't you think?"

"Don't you like the warm air? It's fresh and we don't have to wear masks to protect us from the icy air back home."

"I suppose I can get used to it."

"Good. Now let's get settled in there and then I can tell you all about my job." Mortimer was not the kind of man to get over-excited about anything. He was rarely happy or mad at all. He was most often in a state of enduring neutrality that Cecelia tended to ignore.

Cecelia obeyed and helped her father carry in things from her house. There were only a few items left now. One of them was a scrapbook from Cecelia's youth. She used to look at it on those nights that she couldn't fall asleep. The first picture was one with her and her parents. Cecelia was real young in the first few pictures—only a baby.

Cecelia remembered her mother and how she had been killed by a ghost (her father never let her forget it) and Cecelia was only three years old when it had happened.

Cecelia winced, though she really didn't remember her mother. Cecelia cringed at the pictures that followed these. There Cecelia was, with the long hair she had grown down to her ankles as a child, standing around and smiling awkwardly because she was not photogenic in the least. She wasn't into makeup yet and her eyebrows were not perfect and she rarely brushed her hair.

She had a strong body from climbing and running and playing dangerous games in the ice with the few other kids that were her age back home. Together, they used to play games to test each other's strengths and to satisfy that childish desire for adrenaline and physical combat. This was a desire that Cecelia had not outgrown, even now that she was sixteen.

Cecelia and her father sat at the large dining room table and he stared at her intently. "What?" She asked him.

"How would you like to help me hunt a ghost?" He knew she could not resist the thrill of doing something new and exciting like getting involved with a spectral creature.

Cecelia craved adventure and action.

How could she say no?

But how could she say yes either?

She had no idea how to hunt ghosts!

She wouldn't know where to start!

She just knew that her father hated them, and hat taught her to feel the same way. "I'll try. I suppose…I can learn." She gave her father a brave look.

"Excellent." Mortimer stood up. "I'll tell the Guys in White about you and I'm sure they will allow you to help me, seeing as how this town is chock full of ghosts. While I'm working on constructing my invention, you can go to school. And in your free time, they'll have someone train you how to catch a ghost. Once you have caught one, then we'll be able to test my invention. And then we'll be heroes, rich, famous heroes."

"Brilliant." Cecelia smiled.

Later in the week, Mortimer and his daughter went over to the Guys in White government building. It was large and very scientifical on the inside. There were gadgets and buttons everywhere, and unimportant technicians monitoring them. Two guys in white suits approached Mortimer and Cecelia.

"Hello, you must be the Hazels." Said one of the men.

"Mr. Gray come here!" the second guy in white hollered at a strongly built black man with a beard and glasses. He looked middle-aged.

"Hello, Dr. Hazel, I'm Damon Gray. I'd like to be the first to buy your invention. My lab—Axion labs—is constantly being threatened by ghosts. One of them is that Phantom kid—anyways, I too have a daughter. And being a single father, you can understand the heights I'd go to protect her…"

"You'll be the first to acquire my invention, yes." Mortimer reassured the man.

"So your lab is like, haunted?" Cecelia crossed her arms in disbelief.

"Yes. Er, this ghost teenager disturbs the lab a lot. His name is Danny Phantom. Some people regard him as a superhero, since he did help save the world from the Disasteroid."

"Oh yeah I saw that on the news." Cecelia remembered.

"But that does not give him permission to trash my lab when he's battling his enemies! I won't have it!" Damon looked determined. "My daughter, Valerie is a ghost hunter. I appreciate that she's taking initiative here but I don't know what I'd do if she was seriously injured."

"Will I see Valerie at school?" Cecelia asked.

"Yes. She's a junior."

"I'm a junior!"

"Splendid! I'm sure you two will get along great."

One of the guys in white cleared his throat. "Now that this little friendship meeting is over, let's get to work." He, Mortimer, Damon, and the other guy in white walked away, leaving Cecelia standing there.

A young man approached Cecelia. He had wavy brown hair with a streak of red in it. He was tall, and he had a black shirt with a dragon eye on it. That was underneath his lab coat. "Hello, Ms. Hazel. I'm Garth Lloyd. I'll be training you in ghost hunting."

"How old are you?" Cecelia asked with her typical judgmental attitude.

"I'm nineteen." Garth replied reluctantly. "Come into this lab and I'll introduce you to our weaponry."

"Whoa." Cecelia whispered to herself. She looked around the room to see weapons galore—ecto guns, booster guns, rays, blasters, shooters, and even one that shot arrows and one that immobilized.

"Lucky for you, you're in excellent physical shape. That means you won't have to go through boot camp." Garth began to give her a lecture on ghost-hunting. But Cecelia wasn't listening.

Cecelia forgot all about Garth and studied the weapons.

"Are you listening to me, Hazel?" Garth sneered. "If you want to be taken seriously by your prey then you have to get serious about this job!"

"I am serious." Cecelia whirled around. Her hair sweeped gently around her shoulders. She had a look upon her face of fierce determination. "Train me."

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