Now, I have to thank anyone who is still reading this, because I am horrible at keeping to updates. I had to write this fight scene myself, as my friend Ferfrie D, was for some reason, unable to assist me in. I'm not blaming her or anything, it's just I suck at fight scenes and she already has alot on her plate. So I decided to suck it up and write a fight scene, as crappy as it may be. Well, let's get started. I don't own the show Danny phantom. While it would be cool if I did, I know I would totally mess it up. So I only own any OCs that show up and the plot. Amethysta belongs to Ryoshiro. Let's begin!

It was amazing to say the least. One would strike and the other would dodge with such graceful elegance that the spectators witnessing it, would believe they were performing a delicate dance rather than a battle between two powerful ghosts.

The younger of the two ghosts ducked to avoid collision with a crystal spear, sending out a burst of ectoplasm from his out-stretched palm.

The flare narrowly hurdled into the much older, albit female ghost, who than retaliated by attempting another swipe at the white-haired ghost.

From the shadows, a pair of blank, amethyst eyes watched in wonder as the two sppoks blasted and shredded through the thick concert of the surronding battlefield. They watched as the two ghosts exchanged witty banner, the female doing her upmost best to annoy the hell out of the other one..

"That the best you got Phantom?" She giggled, chucking another crystal spear at him. A swirling green blast shattered the spear, obiteravting it's way through towards the ghost, Amethysta. The she-ghost, as the secret spectator noticed, was almost a complete opposite to Phantom, having black hair as opposted to silver and red eyes that rivaled the color of rubies framed by a pair of slim, purple glasses. Amethysta had the appearance of a 24 year old woman wearing a lilac, long sleeved shirt, knee long skirt of a deep purple color,(1) and black high boots. The colors were rather graceful to the hidden one. Surrounding the elder ghost was a mixture of clear gold, lavender and silver. Maybe even several specks of black.

She didn't like this one. Not at all.

The other one on the hand, was an image of beauty and nobility. Not a single ounce of black. The very representation of the innocence of light hiding behind the fire of a warrior. The two mass of colors collided once more, angrly flashing againest each other. The warrior fiercely protected the innocence againest the harsh blackness. Ouch, the colors were starting to hurt. Maybe she should stop looking now. Yeah, that sounded like a good idea.

She turned away just as a flash of blue light dominated her vision for a few short seconds. The girl turns back to only one, extremely annoyed ghost boy.

~R.D. Phantom~

Phantom sighed tiredly. He felt so drained yet he had no idea why. With a flash of light, Phantom became Fenton. He trudged away from the battlefield, barely preventing himself from stumbling on loose blocks of concert that littered the street. It was strange, as Danny felt rather ironic, that he felt more, uh, alive as phantom, and became more like the walking dead as Fenton. Even more so, the bizarre burning sensation was momentarialy cooled by his ice core, but sometime during the battle the burning raged with an angry fury, making him feeling human and disabling his ice powers. This freaked him out more than anything he had ever faced. Whatever this illness was slowly, but surely, shorting out his ghost powers. He didn't want to think about what would happen should they not find a cure for this. Sam and Tucker rushed up to him, silently demanding to be informed of his plight. They were talking, he could see that, however, all he heard was a series of enraged voices screaming at him.

'Who are you?!'

'Who are you?!' They'd shriek, drowning out all outside noise, so that all that could be heard was their infuriated voices.

'You are not her!'

'Not her!'

'Give us back!'

'Or be destoryed!'

"-nny. Danny!" Sam's voice startled him and effectively silencing the unpleasent cries.

~R.D. Phantom~

Sam was worried. As she observed the fight between her friend and that crystal freak, Amethysta, she noticed a slight purple flush mixing in with Danny's ectoplasm beams. It was a very slight tone of the purple gem, but very easy to see if you were familar with the ectoplasms original color. Even more son, Phantom hadn't used any of his ice abilites, a handy power againest, the jewel ghost for some unknown reason.

With his illness, they were afraid he would be to weak againest the opposing ghost. He seemed perfectly fine...

Until after the battle...

"Danny!"

The two made their way from the spot where they occasionaly fired shots to help even the battle. Normally, Sam and Tucker wouldn't do this, preffering to leave the fights to Phantom, but as said before with the mysterious illness, he was slightly slower and much more sickly than before. The second their friend's feet touched the ground, both rushed over to him, noticing his tired, pale face and rugged stance.

"Danny?" Sam whispered, slightly afraid of his condition, "You're looking worse."

He didn't respond, his blue eyes blank and unresponsive.

Almost like a doll.

"Danny. Danny!" She cried, unable to erase the doll like trance her friend appeared to be in. Her voice startled the halfa, scaring him into jumoing and looking even more weak.

"What?" He asked with a tired voice.

The two full-humans spared each other a glance as Tucker responded, "What happened? You looked like you were in a trance of some sort." Danny stared at them.

"Y-you didn't hear them?" he asked weakly.

"Hear what?"

"The voices." He repiled, "They-they say I h-have something of their's, but I don't know what they're talking about."

The two frowned.

"We'll worry about the voices later, Danny." Sam began, "You should go back to sleep."

"yeah." Tucker added, "You look like you're about to faint."

"A-alright."

Appearing just about to faint was a major understatement. The halfa appeared to have not slept in years, walking with a tired step and stumbling more often than not. They took pity on him, placing both arms arounf their necks and carrying home. The skin feeling ice cold and like a blazing fire at the same time. It was odd, but there were more important things to be worrying about.

Like how Danny's eyes are now a few shades of purplish-blue.

End!

Well, here's my newest chapter. I actually started writing this a while ago, but simply couldn't get out of my block. Hopefully this'll hold down the fort for a while.

(1) There's no particular reason I put this here, just to get a definate color down for Amethysta, the deep purple is the same color as Egyptain purple. Just thought I'd point that out, since it's such a nice color. (Oh, I've got nothing againest Amethysta, so please don't mind to much about her insult. And I'm no good at witty banner, so that's why the fight scene is the way it is. -)

Now! please review a review so I know that I'm better at writing this story than I think I am!