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I don't own Danny Phantom

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"HEY DAD! COULD YOU COME DOWN HERE FOR A SEC!"

Jack Fenton pulled his head out of the fridge when he heard the sound of his sons voice calling him from the laboratory basement. He cut short his search for fudge in favour of going to see what his youngest wanted

He swiftly made his way down the steps, catching the sound of his daughters voice as he got closer before he finally poked his head through the door.

"Hey, Danny-boy. You called-" The sentence immediately died on the mans lips when he got a good look at the inside of the lab. Ghost hunting weapons and containers were strewn everywhere along side a few stains of ectoplasm and burns. The fake, mechanical practice ghosts were all active, looking a little worse for ware, coated in grime and scorch marks. But that's not what made his eyes widen in surprise.

Standing in the middle off it all where his two children. Jazz was dressed in a teal jumpsuit, identical to her mothers, and was currently fiddling with an ecto-gun. And Danny. Danny. His now sixteen year old son was adorned in an orange jumpsuit, very much like his own, only with two added, black straps crossing over his chest and back and the black gloves that reached up to his elbows. Unlike the suit they made him wear after the whole Johnny 13 incident, this one fit perfectly on his slim form, easily showing of the faint muscle he had gained from two years of fighting ghosts.

The sight almost brought Jack to tears. Visions of his and Maddie's younger days flashing through his mind as he took in the startling resemblance his children held. Though neither son nor daughter had taken on his stockier build, both children retaining the daintier form of their mother.

For the longest time, both Jazz and Danny had not taken well to their Ghost hunting career, Jazz taking every chance she got to openly voice her disapproval, whilst Danny remained pretty indifferent. Although, time to time, he too would voice his embarrassment of their activities.

But now, seeing them here, dressed head to toe in their brightly coloured jumpsuits, ghost weapons in hand, he could practically feel his heart burst with joy.

"Why, look at you two." Jack sniffled, wiping away a little tear. "True Fentons, through and through."

Danny lifted up the red tinted goggles that where covering his eyes, revealing clear, blue orbs as he smiled gently at his father, watching him continue to wipe the back of his hand over his eyes with the occasional sniff before Jack finally lowered his arm, grinning brightly at his children.

"So, you wanted me for something?" The older Fenton asked. Danny blinked, suddenly remembering why he had called his Dad down here in the first place.

"Oh yeah." The boy said as he moved towards one of the work benches and picked up a small, silver remote. "Do you think you could control the dummies for us? Me and Jazz want to get a little team work practice in." He handed the remote to his father.

"Sure thing, kiddo." Jack agreed as he took the device from his son. Danny swiftly retuned to Jazz's side, unhooking the ecto-gun that was holstered to his hip and pulling the red goggles back over his eyes. Jazz followed his lead and pulled her own hood and goggles over her face as the Fenton children got into readying stances.

"Ok, Dad." Danny called. "Don't keep it on the same setting too long, keep changing it. Make them unpredictable."

"You got it." Jack replied, and with that he pressed the first button. The mechanical ghost vibrated to life, clanking and creaking as their gears moved them around the pair in rapid, unpredictable movements.

Danny and Jazz spun their weapons round with practiced ease, hitting their targets every time as the lab was quickly filled with the familiar and extremely loud sound of ecto-gunfire. The mechanical ghost dummies had been fitted in shortly after they had learned Danny's secret along with a whole knew array of obstacles of targets; the basement becoming a laboratory/training ground all in one.

After a particularly nasty fight, in which Danny's powers had been shorted out, leaving him in his Human form and practically defenceless, Danny had decided that he'd focus most of his practice time strengthening his human form so that next time he should be rendered without his powers, at least he'll be able to go on fighting.

Jack wasn't really paying attention to which buttons he was pressing, not really a problem since Danny said to make them unpredictable, instead he focused on his children. Watching them throw out weapon after weapon like they had been using them much longer than two years.

They had to learn quick, Jack reminded himself. After the portal accident, Danny's life had been turned quickly, and rather violently, upside down and it was either learn quick or…well, Jack didn't really like thinking about the alternative.

"Ok Dad, you can stop it now." Jazz called, breaking him out of his thoughts. He quickly pressed the stop button in the control and watched as the dummies halted in their tracks and powered down.

"Whew." Danny sighed, wiping away the sweat and lifting his goggles so that they rested on his forehead. "Not bad." He said to his sister as she pulled her hood away from her face.

"That was a good run, little brother." The eighteen year old agreed, patting him in the shoulder. "Now if you don't mind me, I've got a thesis to work on." And with that, Jazz dropped her ecto-gun on the nearest table and swiftly made her way out of the lab.

Danny was slightly stunned by his sisters rapid exit, that is until he got a good look at the room, or more specifically, the huge mess that was in the room.

"Wha-JAZZ! What about the mess?!" His only reply was the sound of the door shutting. "Darn it, Jazz." Danny pouted in the direction she had escaped before turning back the the messy room with his hands on his hips and a dramatic sigh.

"Looking good, Danny-boy." The teen jumped when Jack walked up beside him, hefting a meaty hand on his shoulder. Danny looked down at his orange jumpsuit before looking up at his Dad, a small smirk on his lips.

"Yeah?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. "I make orange look pretty good, huh?" Jack let out a booming laugh, patting his boy on the back and nearly sending him face-planting the floor. No matter how strong Danny gets, he was sure his fathers 'loving' pats could always knock him off balance.

"As good as me." Jack shot back as he mirrored his sons stance and gazed around the room. "You two sure went all out this time." He said. Danny chuckled and rubbed the back of his head.

"Yeah, sorry. I'll clean it up." The hybrid promised as he hooked his ecto-gun back into its holster, without even looking, Jack noticed. Suddenly, Danny got a rather mischievous look on his face. "Hey, do you want to see something cool?" He asked his father.

As soon as Jack agreed, Danny allowed the white ring to flash to life around his waist were it split in two, traveling up and down his body. His orange jumpsuit turned black, his black gloves turned white and the iconic DP symbol sat proudly on his chest.

"Check this out." And with that, Danny Phantom jumped into the air, hovering in the centre of the room. A confident smirk set on his lips as his index fingers lit up with ecto-energy and, much to his father's shock, he began shooting at the objects littered around the room.

"W-Wait! Danny!" Jack was about to jump forward and stop his son, but quickly stopped himself when he noticed the objects that he hit get thrown through the air and, by some devine luck, land perfectly in their designated places.

This continued for a while, with Danny spinning around the room making different poses: shooting things behind his back, hanging upside down, shooting his fingers like a character in an old western movie and Jack watching, laughing at his antics and ducking the things that flew over his head

Once the room was cleared, Danny stopped; blowing on the end of his fingers dramatically before lowering himself to the ground in front of his Father.

"That was awesome, Kiddo." Jack laughed, ruffling his boys snowy locks. Danny chuckled, ducking out of the mans grasp.

"I know right." The teen said, subconsciously trying to fix his messy hair. "Picked that up from the time I thought you and Mom were going to get a divorce. I thought I'd clean up the lab so Mom would have one less thing to be angry about." Danny paused and looked around the room. "Not much good for cleaning up those stains, though."

"Then we better get started." Jack winked as he moved to receive some mops and hot water along with a few cloths and other cleaning supplies.

"Thanks, Dad." Danny smiled, accepting the cloth that was handed to him. Father and son spent the next half an hour cleaning the entire lab from top to bottom, Danny staying it ghost form so that he could clean away the higher stains that had managed to make their way up the walls, whilst Jack used the mop to scrub furiously at the dirt on the floor.

At some point, the cleaning frenzy had turned into a water fight, Danny wringing out his cloth over his Fathers head and Jack not hesitating to retaliate by throwing half a bucket of water back at the ghost teen and using the spillage to continue mopping the floor whilst Danny sputtered and wiped his wet bangs out of his eyes..

But soon the lab was spotless, practically shining. Danny landed next to his father, as soon as he was sure he wasn't going to get another bucket of water to the face, and allowed his transformation to drop, once again revealing his orange jumpsuit.

"Good work, Son." Jack said, placing his arm around his boys shoulder.

"That was more of a workout than practice." Danny chuckled. He smiled up at his Dad, who didn't hesitate to return it.

"That really does look good on you." Jack complimented, gesturing to the boys jumpsuit.

"Thanks." Danny replied. He'd seen the emotion in his dad's eyes when he caught sight of Jazz in one of his Moms jumpsuit and he new how much this meant to him, he ended up finding one of the remaining orange jumpsuits from the time he and his classmates had rescued the adults from Youngblood and Ember and altered it to fit his now taller frame. He knew it would pleas his father greatly.

"I always knew it." Jack suddenly said with a rather smug smile on his face.

"Knew what?" Danny asked, raising a single eyebrow at the man.

"That ghost hunting was in your blood." Danny laughed outright at this, shaking his head in exasperation. Oh the irony of it all.

"Ok, ok." The teen sighed, getting his little laughing fit under control. "I'll let you have this one." He ducked under his Father's arm and made his way towards the stairs. "I'm going to take a shower, thanks for your help, Dad."

"No problem, Danny-boy." Jack replied as he watched his son make his way up the stairs and out of sight. Jack smiled to himself before he got to work clearing away the cleaning supplies, the image of his children dressed in their jumpsuits, ecto-weapons in hand, flashing through his mind, making his heart swell with joy and pride.

It seemed that ghost hunting really was in the Fenton blood.

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I really just wanted to write Danny in the orange jumpsuit from 'Pirate Radio'. He looked so good in it .