Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or 6Teen. I do not own the original story this is based on.

Jen was ready to pull her hair out.

Christmas season was upon the girl and her family as she frantically did everything to maintain a calm demeanor between school, the Penalty Box, and Jonesy's brood, the brothers of which were rampaging around the house.

What was worse, the Garcias had their own holiday traditions that had been thrust into the redhead's life. Any complaints were usually retorted with, "It's tradition!" by Jonesy with the agreeance of his younger brothers.

Things were going so bad Jen almost thought she might have a heart attack. To top off the chaos, her older sister, Courtney, was invited to the mountains, enjoying a Garcia-free Christmas with her friends, leaving the younger girl to fend for herself.

"This is a nightmare!" Jen stomped around her room, the closest thing to a sanctuary in the house, and Jonesy's brothers liked to push the boundary. They were the textbook definition of annoying younger brothers, touching and breaking anything they did not own, which was nothing except for whatever was in their rooms. "And when Danny comes over, he might actually dump me for hosting the worst Christmas!"

A knock at the door came as Jen's mother peeked her head from the opening door.

"Sweetie, you alright?" The mother asked.

Jen said nothing as she turned around with a huff. She was happy her mother found love with Jonesy's father, but part of her wished the families would keep their traditions separate this year.

"Sweetie, calm down." Jen's mother walked behind her daughter, holding her shoulders down as she spoke softly. "I know this is a lot, but I'm sure Danny will love being with you."

"Mom!" Jen whined with embarrassment. Her moment was exasperated as her mother continued.

"But I want your door unlocked when he's around." The mother put an arm on her youngest daughter with a sly smile. "I know you're a growing girl, but—"

"Mom! Nothing will happen there! Trust me!" Jen backed up with hands up and a red face. Sure, hormones were the biggest concern with teenagers, but she was the responsible girl of the family.

Not that it stopped her mother from teasing her, among other people. Speaking of which...

"Then nothing will happen if there's mistletoe in your bedroom?" Came an annoying voice, followed by kissing noises.

Jen felt a forehead vein pulse as she turned to see Jonesy's brothers, Diego and Robbie, looking into her room. The younger of the two, Robbie, ran inside and began rampaging, knocking over some trophies and sporting equipment for fun before escaping the redhead's wraith.

"Jonesy! Control your brothers!" Jen was ready to pull her hair out again. At this rate, she threatened to make herself bald by New Year's Eve.

"Everyone got their things?" Jazz asked, looking over her bags. She had her phone out, checking off a trivial list of how to leave the airport. Why she did this was hard to say as her face shook with a smile, yet one eye twitched. They had just landed and were now heading to baggage claim.

Danny was unsure how to approach his sister, opting to back away with his luggage. Jazz had never displayed such a mix of emotional messages in all his years.

Even Sam was too scared to say anything.

"Is she alright?" Sam whispered into Danny's ear.

"Hard to say." Danny went wide-eyed as the elder sister almost helped when her grip loosened on her phone. "I mean, this is the first time we've spent Christmas outside of Amity Park, but I don't think that's the cause of it."

"Did anyone remember to call the goober?" Jazz twisted her head at breakneck speed.

"I think you mean, Uber." Danny leaned back with a finger up.

"That's what I said."

"I really hope Tucker's having a better time than we are," Sam mumbled.

"He should be," Danny said, picking up his phone and looking over his texts with the techno-geek. "He stayed behind to spend Christmas with Velma. He's trying to set things up with her."

Putting the phone away, the ghost boy sighed, silently wishing the best for Tucker. The techno-geek finally had his chance for a second date, which had been postponed to the holiday season because of distance. While nothing was said in the matter, things between Tucker and Velma had been strained through their video calls. There was only so much screens could do to mend love lives and so little physical interaction it allowed, if any.

Mentally wishing their best friend the best of luck was good and all, but the moment Christmas was over, the boy and goth would be pestering Tucker for good news. But for now, a cold Christmas in Canada needed their attention.

Danny took a deep breath, shaking off the shackles of his Amity Park holiday traditions as a sense of freedom took over. Perhaps for once, he would not have to deal with the shame of his parents arguing in the mall, fighting over the existence of Santa Claus and his mythology. No quarrels, squabbles, disagreements, or fights. This time, the holidays would be festive.

"Finally glad to not have to hide your face whenever your folks are in public?" Sam smirked smugly at her friend's sudden serendipitous spirits.

"You have no idea," Danny replied, taking another deep breath and exhaling like never before.

"Well, let's not keep the others waiting." Sam began walking. "I still can't believe my folks let me come here. It's almost crazy, but hey, at least Nikki and Jen are picking us up, so things might not be bad."

"Jen's picking us up?" That was all the ghost boy needed to hear, running through baggage claim as his gothic friend and sister followed.

Ignoring the silent snark and teasing from Sam, it was obvious the ghost boy wanted to see Jen as soon as possible, with the laws of physics partially disregarded. Part of him sometimes pondered on going ghost and flying across the border for a surprise. However, his moral compass would not allow it. Not to mention the coming exhaustion from going in between countries adding on to his normally hectic life.

Some things just had to wait.

And speaking of...

"Danny!" Jen ran over as Nikki rolled her eyes. The redhead greeted the ghost boy with a squeezing hug, tighter than expected, as she smiled widely. The past few days have been tough, even worse than when the Khaki Barn ghost kidnapped Nikki.

The Canadians were kept warm in their winter wear with jackets, though Nikki's was thicker than Jen's more streamlined coat.

The punk girl rolled her eyes as she casually walked over, meeting Sam and Jazz halfway as the girls watched the show.

"She looks happier than normal," Sam snarked.

"Last minute Christmas shoppers." Nikki hummed antagonistically, almost disinterested. However, even she could not hide the disgust and boiling blood that came with holiday shoppers. "I swear, you'd think people would start shopping online than go to a mall."

"Sounds rough." Sam smiled mockingly as she turned to the punk girl. "Glad I don't have a job."

"Just you wait. When you turn sixteen, you'll have to work for a living. Your parents can't afford to give you allowance for the rest of your life." Nikki elbowed the goth girl playfully. "You're not some rich kid."

Sam chuckled softly, guilt running through her veins. While Nikki was a good friend, not even she was told of the goth's generational wealth. Sighs escaped the gloomy goth as she walked up to Jen, not noticing the look from Jazz.

Jazz sighed, lugging her suitcase as she and Nikki followed up to get moving. They caught up with the others as they neared the exit.

"You look happy," Danny said, smiling and intertwining his fingers with Jen's.

"Obviously. I came here to see you," Jen said happily as they walked.

"I see. That jacket is very nice."

"You like?" Jen twirled around playfully as her jacket and skirt floated in the air as if she were a ballerina. She smiled, looking down her side at the mauve and black sports jacket.

"The jacket? Or the person wearing it?" Danny retorted with a catty grin of his own.

"Can it be both?" Jen leaned her face towards the ghost boy's with a smile. The two shared a moment before being interrupted by an ahem from Nikk. Jazz smirked at the scene as Sam rolled her eyes, but the goth soon zeroed in on the familiar jacket.

"Wait, isn't that the jacket I gave you for the stunt you pulled at the mall?"Sam asked.

"The stunt—wait, the bikini run at the mall?!" Danny zigzagged his attention between his girlfriend and best friend. "That was because of you?!"

Nikki snorted and laughed as Jazz raised an eyebrow in intrigue. She was unsure if she wanted to hear of a bikini run at the mall but was silent, knowing she would hear this story right now.

"Oh, yeah, I never told you," Sam said. Her face contorted to a sly expression as she began her tale. Nikki joined in, wrapping an arm around the goth's neck.

It was back in October, during Canada's Thanksgiving break, when Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Grandmother Manson had visited for the holidays.

Jen had been working hard in selling sporting goods at the Penalty Box. She had sold a jersey and hockey goalie pads to one gentleman only to help another customer. The man wanted feedback on his swing with a Baddias tennis racket. It was rather boring to see the man's repeated swings as he demonstrated, going over how he felt about the product in detail.

The Penalty Box was the place the redhead had applied for her resume, but at these times, it was sometimes annoying going from one customer to the next. The gentleman had decided to purchase the racket and leave, much to the girl's relief.

"Busy much?" Nikki snarked as she, Sam, and Grandmother Manson entered the sports store.

Jen rolled her eyes with a strained smile. She couldn't be mad at the remark, especially when it was as Nikki being Nikki. The shop was at a casual pace now as customers kept to themselves, looking at whatever fancied their minds.

"As busy as it gets," Jen added. "I take it the clone are driving you nuts?"

"When are they not? Hey. Remember how you said you'd run naked through the mall if I got you this jacket?" Nikki's wicked grin sent shivers down Jen's spine as she turned her attention to said expensive sports jacket.

Jen nodded slowly, gulping audibly as she stared, mesmerized by the hot sportswear. It was the newest in the Leon Shreds line up, one of the hottest sportswear brands. Sweat trickled down her face as Nikki approached the mauve jacket with yellow stripes.

Jen would never tell anyone how she would save up small amounts from paycheck to paycheck to afford the expensive sports gear. But that endeavor was futile, like throwing a pebble in the ocean, hoping to cause waves. The coat was major expensive, too much for a salesgirl, even with a discount at the Penalty Box.

"Well, now's your chance to prove it." Nikki waved two flippers in her hand as she grabbed the jacket.

"You do realize none of us could afford it, right?" Jen paused her thoughts as they came back to earth. If she could not afford the jacket, neither could Nikki, and Sam was too young to get a job. So, how could they buy it?

"True, but if we had a grandma or guardian willing to buy it for us..." Nikki turned to Grandmother Manson, dragging out the last few words.

"I see what you're doing here," the elderly lady in an electric scooter said with narrow eyes. She stared at the punk girl with a low hum before adopting an enthusiastic face. "And I dig it!"

Sam blinked in silence, smirking at the moment. Despite her lingering jealousy, doubt flooded her mind as she played along.

"You're serious," Jen said. Part of her could not believe someone came along who not only could afford it but would also gift the desired jacket to her.

"Look at us, Jen," Nikki responded, wrapping her arms around Sam and Grandma Manson with matching mischievous smiles. "We're completely serious. Right, girls?"

Grandmother Manson smiled and nodded, reminiscing of her troublemaking days. Those were the good old days; now, she had a chance to help her granddaughter make her own memories. There was no denying how much she was enjoying this moment as she took the jacket to the register and paid for it.

The prize was now dangling in a shopping bag held by the elderly lady's hand. Nikki gave a wicked grin as she handed the flipper to Jen.

"Granny over here held up our end of the bargain. Now, it's your turn," Nikki remarked.

Jen grabbed the flippers, walked over to the nearest dressing stall, and went inside. The door clicked from being locked from within as she got ready. There was doubt in her mind, making her have second thoughts, but she really did want the jacket, and Nikki did get the elderly Manson to pay for it.

"She's not actually gonna do it...right?" Sam asked.

Her answer came as the door swung open, and a fully dressed, so to speak, Jen was seen in only flippers. Nothing was said as the latter took a deep breath and began walking out of the stall, flipper first.

"Gah!" The goth screamed as anyone who saw Jen giggled and whistled, instantly running over to close the door. Sam blockaded the exit with her body, looking away in shame as she warded off any onlookers with the deadliest glare she could conjure.

"What the heck, Sam?!" Jen yelled from the closet.

"That's my line! I didn't exactly think you would actually get naked!" Sam retorted.

"What did you expect? It's not like you said to not run naked through the mall with only flippers on," Nikki remarked. She stared at the younger rebellious girl with a smile as she walked over to help shepherd guys away.

"B-but I didn't think she'd actually do it!" The goth girl never moved from her spot.

"It's called guts!" Grandma Mason swung an arm enthusiastically, laughing manaically before coughing from all the excitement. Sometimes, life had to remind her that she was old.

"Well I say getting naked is too much."

"Then what would you have Jen do?" Nikki asked. "It's not like there's anything else she can do for you."

Sam looked to the merchandise, spotting the swimwear pinpointing on the clearance section. Nothing, in particular, was enticing, but the gears in her head grinded as an idea formed. A smile came to her, and soon, she had the perfect replacement.

"Ok. I don't think this will be as...fun as Jen streaking in the mall, but I have an idea," Sam said.

"And that's how I got Jen to run through the mall in that ridiculous getup," Sam ended the story. Beside her, Nikki was laughing, remembering the next shopping spree as they tried out various outfits before making Jen run in the bikini with rollerskates and afro.

Danny stood with his jaw dropped, now stupified, but then a thought came to mind.

"Wait, you would've ran through the mall naked?!" Danny grabbed his hair in shock with a red face. Looking over his girlfriend, his hormones fueled his mind as his eyes undressed the girl. It was hard to hide his small smile and harder not to get teased about it.

"Yeah...you'll just have to work up to it," Jen replied with a smug face. "And that's gonna take years."

Danny blushed with a frown at the missed opportunity, his hormones nagging at him. He could feel the smug grin radiating off Sam, who was no doubt basking in his makeshift drama.

The goth said not a word.

"Is it wrong I wished you had?" Danny added with a red, sheepish face. He knew there was no hiding his hormones.

"Even with all the other boys watching?" The ghost boy winced at Nikki's words. He could feel Nikki's sadistic smile as she hung an arm around his shoulders, not bothering to turn around to see.

"I don't know if I wanted that to happen or not." The ghost boy slapped his face.

"And now I'm definitely happy I decided to go against Jen streaking." Sam snarkily smiled, happy about how things turned out.

Jazz gave a wolf whistle, impressed with the story. She joined the girls in a collective fit of giggles before noticing a key detail from the snow outside.

"Speaking of showing off skin, aren't you cold in that skirt?" Jazz pointed to Jen's clothes. While her sports jacket kept her warm, her legs were exposed with the usual white skirt she wore daily.

Looking outside, snow was piling up as gusts of cold threatened to freeze the inside of the airport if not for the two layers of automatic doors. And as everyone stepped out, it was as freezing as it looked.

The Americans stared in disbelief as they watched Jen manage through the cold winter. She was not the only one in shorts getting on the nearest bus. The trip through Toronto showed some men and women in shorts and skirts, some not in that order, particularly any postal workers.

Danny blinked, recalling months ago how the cold never bothered him. That was his ghost powers, specifically his cryomancy, talking. This was something else. Almost like Canadians had a special power of their own.

He put his mind away from his curiosity as he felt Jen's hand in his. The shared warmth from the two made them forget about the cramped bus ride.

Sam groaned, pushing through the crowd as she kept near her grandmother, who was given space by the kindness of the Canadian busgoers. But that did not stop her from speaking her mind, unable to hold a stray thought as she saw the garden variety of passengers along side her.

"Canada can be so weird sometimes," Sam quietly muttered to herself.

"Speak for yourself," Nikki snarked.

The first stop was Jen's house. While Danny spent his time here at a hotel last time, courtesy of Grandma Manson, his girlfriend was insistent he spent the holidays with her, saying her mom was alright with the arrangements. The home was decorated with every Christmas spirit imaginable, with a lovely tree in the living room. Stockings hung high with care, like in specials, over a warm fireplace with a lit log.

It was a good thing the Garcia family was not around. Jen had her fill of their traditions, as they would call it, and would not see them for a couple of days. jonesy gave his word the family would give the Amity kids some time to integrate into the days.

The setting seemed foreign to Danny and Jazz as they stepped slowly. It seemed like the floor was a fragile sheet of ice. All it would take was one wrong move and the entire scene might shatter.

"You guys alright?" Jen watched her boyfriend and his sister acting writer as she stayed behind them.

"Oh, we're fine." Jazz rubbed her hair. "It's just that...well...it's nice."

"Yeah...nice..." Danny held a hand to his ear, humming neutrally.

Sam sighed, knowing full well what was going on. This was the one time of the year the Fenton parents were not silent with work or chasing ghosts. Silence was not part of the Fenton Christmas traditions for as long as Jazz was born, and they continued to this day.

No one noticed Jen's mother, Emma Masterson, walking up, not even hearing the clicking of her high heels that came with each step.

"Hello, you much be Daniel. I'm Jen's mother, Emma. It's so nice to finally meet you," she said with a gentle smile.

Danny snapped his head around, silent with swirling thoughts as he remembered he was in his girlfriend's home, where her mother was undoubtedly waiting for them. The ghost boy brought his kind back to earth with a small smile and a hand wave.

"Uh...hi, Jen's mom..." Dany spoke awkwardly, his hand still waving.

Jazz rolled her eyes with mirth as she walked up and shook the mother's hand.

"I'm Jazz, Danny older sister," Jazz said warmly. "And this is our friend, Sam."

Sam rolled her eyes before giving a reminder of how she could introduce herself. Her snark was met with some laughter at her expense, but it did nothing to sour her mood as Emma greeted Sam with a hug.

"I'm so glad you could join us for the holidays," Emma said. Her cheerful tone soon changed to confusion as she gestured to everyone. "Though, I wonder why your parents were fine with letting you all spend the time here. Don't they want you home for the holidays? I mean, I'm letting Jen's sister stay with her friends, but I didn't think your parents would just fly you up here, on first class, no less."

Danny and Jazz were silent like ghosts as Sam's sigh filled the room.

"It's a long story," Sam interjected before anyone inquired anymore. "We'll tell you later."

"Oh...ok." Emma was not sure what was going on, but she decided to let still waters be, knowing not everyone had the same experience during the holidays. "Well, then, I'm going to take a call. You kids have fun."

"We will, Mom." Jen rolled her eyes.

"Just remember to keep the door open if there's mistletoe?" Emma winked before disappearing up the stairs.

"Mom!" Jen whined with a red face.

Danny shared his girlfriend's sentiment but raised an eyebrow with a tilted head. While that was the norm for any boyfriend or girlfriend spending time overnight, something in Emma's tone added more. The answer was on the tip of his tongue, but it was ignored as he got his arm pulled towards the door.

"Come on," Jen said as she grabbed Danny's hand. Her face couldn't be more red as it is. "We're going to be late meeting the guys at the mall."

Danny's face was burnt crimson all the way to the trip. Jazz and Sam kept giving glances, but mainly out of confusion. Ultimately, it was just harmless ribbing amongst the family, blaming it on Canadian life.

However, they did not care in the least, just wanting to let loose for the holidays without ghosts.

Danny walked along the balconies of the Galleria Mall. The entire shopping center was alight with wreaths, lights, and the most gigantic Christmas tree he had ever seen. Planted in the heart of the collective stores, into the ice rink, the tree stood tall, almost touching halfway to the over-arching glass top ceiling. The multicolored lights were bright and somehow warm in the distance.

The ghost boy stared, a small smile forming with Sam and Jazz at his side.

"Beautiful, isn't it?" Jazz said.

"Makes home look...tiny," Sam added.

Jonesy walked beside them, smiling in pride, as he leaned his head between the group.

"You know, I put that up," He said.

The tree tilted and creaked to the side before balancing itself upright. The trio from Amity Park took one giant step back, seeing the connection as they feared for the lives of themselves and the mallgoers nearby. Yet, Jonesy's smile never left his face.

A collective yikes came from the mouths of the teens as they took another step back. It was time to retreat to the Lemon and get back with the others.

Hopefully, the tree would stand tall. Not that it did not pester Danny's mind.

"How is it Jonesy supposedly get fired on a regular basis, yet still manages to find a job?" The ghost boy wondered.

"Don't know. But as long as he gets fired for being an idiot, I don't think we care," Nikki said, breaking Danny out of his thoughts. She leaned back on the table with one arm over the back. "Wish I could say the same right now."

"Tell me about it." Jen groveled from her seat, burring her chin on the flat surface.

"At least you don't have to listen to the same boring Christmas music," Wyatt said, taking a long, slow sip of coffee. No amount of caffeine could the boy mentally sound as he almost dropped the paper cup before consuming its contents.

"Sounds rough buddy," Jonesy said, giving his friend a pat on the back.

"Ohhh! If I have to listen to Grandma got Run Over by a Reindeer one more time-ugh!" Wyatt couldn't even finish that statement. This was almost as bad as country music. At least the songs would stop come the day after Christmas, but he wished for more variety on Spin This's playlist.

"Wow...I never thought Christmas could do anything but bring joy to everyone." Sam's words were as sour as her usual year-long demeanor and full of surprise as she saw everyone slumped over.

"Like I said, wait till you get a job," Nikki groaned.

"Wait, when did you get to work?" Jonesy asked, zigzagging his attention on Jen and Nikki. "You two were picking up these guys."

"Yeah, but I think the gloom of late-shoppers comes back when you enter." Nikki shrugged pathetically.

A cheerful humming of Jingle Bells was heard as Caitlin walked over. Her chipper attitude broke through the tension as the other working teens glared at her as she opened the Lemon, donning her uniform.

"Ok, why are you happy?" Danny pointed at the blonde girl. "Last I checked, you work in a lemon."

"Oh, I just love Christmas shopping! The lights! The music! THe sales!" Caitlin passed for a brief giggle. "It's magical."

"I guess so," Jazz said, scratching her head. "But aren't you supposed to be working too?"

Caitlin lifted her haul, showing off all manners of brands with the biggest smile. "I was, but then I saw this sale, and had to buy the cute top I was seeing, and that's when I realized I could shop for Christmas presents presents for everyone!"

The collective group cheered, happy to receive gifts rather than help the growing populace of last-minute shoppers.

"And besides," the blonde girl said. "The rush is over. Everyone's heading to the event at the stage. There's a big Christmas music festival!"

Wyatt groaned, going back to his cup of joe. From how he drank, one would guess he spiked his beverage, trying to drink away his problems. No more teenage angst was available for another rendition of Here Comes Santa Claus.

Feeling bad for the dude, Jude patted his friend on the back as he tried to fix the group's mellow.

"it's not like, regular Christmas music, is it?" Jude asked.

"Actually, no." Everyone turned to see Deadpool in a Santa outfit. "Fuzzy and me decided to handle the concert, and we were tired of the same old stuff. So, it's more like remixed versions. There's a lot of heavy metal and rock versions on the list. Check it out."

The merc left with his bag of "goodies," walking through the mall with a weird skip to his step. The possible questionable contents of his bag were unimportant as the teens hummed with intrigue at the prospect of the musical event.

Walking to another part of the mall, the teens bought their tickets and took their seats.

The stage was lit in lights of green, red, and gold as the curtains opened. Sparklers exploded along the border as the crowd cheered. Many of the audience rocked their hands and banged their heads as the stage lights centered on the frontman, cloaked in purple.

The whole mall had its individual attention set squarely at the center, of which a thick cloud of purple smoke was released. Which had someone standing within the thick purple smoke and had a faint neon blue glow to her.

Wyatt and Niki screamed in joy. The former was out of desperation to escape the repetitive noise of your average Christmas tune, while the latter was actually enjoying herself in the new take on a usual event in the mall. Sam joined in, banging her head with a rock-on hand high in the air.

Jen rolled her eyes as she saw the boys cheer and Caitlin watching in confusion. She did not care so much, just happy as she squeezed Danny's arm, leaning onto his head. The fight from their last physical encounter was gone already. This was all she wanted for the holidays.

Danny blushed warmly as he watched the stage. The crime of hundreds of mall-goers soothingly filled his ears, washing away the lifetime of arguments he had known as his Christmas tradition.

"This is great," Danny said to himself. "I can't imagine things going any better."

And that was when a shiver ran down his spine, followed by a blue wisp exiting his mouth. The ghost boy gasped before groaning in exhaustion. It looks like he was still having a working vacation.

Even Danny Phantom could not catch a break during the holidays, except for Christmas Day.

Out of the countless sucker punches life gave him, Danny could guess where the ghost was, and sure enough, he was right as the smoke cleared to show EMber McClain on stage with her ghostly entourage.

"Hello~Toronto! Tell me who you love!" Ember screamed as the crowd cheered louder. "The name's Ember! And this is my version of Deck the Halls!"

Danny wondered why Ember was here of all places, but the question was redundant as asking why the Box Ghost and Fright Knight were seen here. Granted, the former had crazier reasons, box-obsessed reasons.

The ghost boy tried to escape but pulled Jen with him as he exited the crowd. He had forgotten about their interlocked arms until they stopped outside the crowd/mosh pit.

"Danny? What are you doing?" Jen peered at her boyfriend as they left the crowd, watching the nervous grin on his face.

"I was...going to get a snack," Danny replied.

"Now? Why didn't you grab one before?"

"I wasn't...hungry...then." That was a terrible answer, and Danny knew it.

Gone was the argument in Thanksgiving, and now came a Christmas contretemps.

"Let me guess, you want to leave me as you take care of something else?" Jen's voice was growling.

Danny nodded, hiding his pain as he glanced at the stage. Jen followed his gaze, jealousy rising as she caught him staring at Ember. However, his anger was halted as the guitarist struck a power chord, causing every glass and window to shatter as the soundwaves took energetic form, knocking the crowd back.

"What the heck?" Jen cried out from the floor. Picking herself up, she saw Danny was underneath and gave him a hand.

"Yeah...I don't know how to say this..." Danny started.

"Is she a ghost from your place?" Jen pointed at the diva ghost. She gulped loudly in fear at the ghost boy's nod. "This is bad, isn't it?"

"I was...going to get help?" Danny squeaked.

A loud "halt" was heard as the couple saw Officer Ron come onto the scene with guns ready, citing how Ember violated the sound limits of the mall. In return, he was celebrated with another power chord, almost blasting the man away. But his stubborn pride as Mall Security kept him on his feet as he and the mall-goers saw Ember floating up.

"Yup, definitely a ghost. You wouldn't have any extra ghost fighting—Danny?" Jen had turned around mid-sentence to see the ghost boy gone. She gave a grumpy face as she thought about how to grill him for this later.

Despite the damage, everyone cheered at the sight of the ghostly diva, now chanting her name. Whether it was the rebellious mind of a teenager or something in each individual life' was of no one's concern as Ember began rocking her guitar mid-air. hearing her name repeated, her flaming ponytail grew as she let loose.

"Ok, another ghost shows up during a holiday?" Nikki took steps back, placing her hand on the Specter Deflector she wore underneath her extra layers. A small sigh of relief came as she felt the metal buckle on her fingertip.

"Maybe we should ask Danny if he brought any ghost gear...of if Jazz brought that metal suit," Jonesy pondered aloud.

"Metal suit?" Wyatt gave him a curious look.

"I...don;t want to talk about it, right now." Jonesy slumped over.

As the teens watched, Danny Phantom came, soaring straight into Ember, crashing her to the stage. He put the show on ice with glowing blue ectoplasmic beams as he encased the diva in a cold prison. His attention turned to the band, who promptly disappeared. A lone can went through his head as the crowd booed at his arrival.

They really liked Ember's show.

"Wow. If I didn;t know any better, I'd say they like your music," Danny snarked.

"It's called having taste." Ember burst out of the ice with purple flames. "Cause, you know, music can still sound awesome!"

"Even without your mind control?"

"Duh!" Ember gave a goofy face with her tongue out as her fingers played on the guitar. She fired her ghostly beam from the instrument's top, pushing Danny back to the other side. "Now, I believe I own my fans my version of Deck the Halls. And with a certain dipstick around, there'll be plenty of decking."

"Considering you're about to don your pain apparel, I couldn;t agree more." Danny cracked his knuckles and his neck, phasing into the ground as he dodged the jetting strike of Ember's guitar swing, and she came in close.

With the crowd cheering and chanting her name, he had to fight smarter, a difficult task for a C-straight student most of the time.

But the diva was ready, smashing her instrument into the stage. She played a chord, and the sound vibrated through the wood, blasting anything underneath, including the ghost boy.

"Like my Earth shaker? I've waiting for just the right moment to use it." Ember brought the guitar to her hip as she started hitting more chords. She watched as Danny phased above the stage, looking none worse for the wear.

"It sells like your one-hit blunders," Danny quipped as he took a stance. "Let me show you my one-hit ender."

Back in Amity Park, Jack and Maddie had been arguing up another storm as their seasonal debate topic seemingly boomeranged back into their lives: the two distended of Santa Claus. This was an unyielding discussion for the two, dating back to before their marriage, that had somehow survived to this day. Most couples would drop such a silly subject, just as one would think it was ridiculous for two professional ghost hunters who can obsessively believe in the supernatural to argue so heatedly.

The number of rounds was lost to time as Jack and Maddie vented their frustration and stubborn opinions.

"He does too exist!" Jack yelled.

"No he doesn't! It's just not scientifically possible!" Maddie responded equally as loudly.

At this rate, they would keep the neighbors up till the cops came again. A couple of officers had been on standby, waiting in their car by the corner of the street, looking at their watches. When the time came, they would end the agreement before dispatch received a call this time. A little bit of their own Christmas cheer for the neighborhood.

"You just never had the child-like wonder to believe in him. That's why you never saw him!" Jack started up again.

"Well then, I guess we'll ask the kids what they think!" Maddie gestured to the living room, where Danny and Jazz would be slouching/ sinking into the couch.

It was then the two noticed their house was void of children. Just an overly decorated house that was now as silent as the darkness gathering outside in the sunset. The ghost hunters walked over, their squabble gone as their steps made the faintest noise.

It was like a ghost town, not the kind Jack wanted, for once. In his Santa hat and orange jumpsuit, the fat man went to a chair and plopped himself right on it, glancing at the tree with all the presents under it.

Every Christmas, Jack had an answer to the mysteries of Santa Claus, but tonight, he had asked the biggest question of the holiday.

"Has Christmas always seemed this...bleak?" Jack asked himself.

It's been a while, and I knew I had to update this. As I wrote this, I realized I forgot to add how Sam got Jen to run through the mall in her ridiculous getup a few chapters ago. Anyway, we now have Danny trying again to celebrate the holidays and hopefully enjoy it. But I don't think Ember will allow him the peace and quiet he wants.

Special Thanks! to Flower Princess11 and Jay The Average Fanboy for all their help!

Special Thanks! to JDF Legacier Morphicon for eighteen consecutive reviews!

Reviews:

RonaldM40196867: She had to make an appearance sooner or later. More like the wishes it can entail. Yes. Still thinking about that. Hard to say.

pokemon fan 1991: They really only speak French in Quebec in Canada.

danifan3000: Or become powerful enough to ignore some of the wishes.

Jebest4781: Thanks!

Invader Johnny: Not really.

Guest 1: Thanks for the heads up. I should have made those corrections by now.

Guest 2: Thanks!

61394: Technus 2.0 got rid of that habit, mostly.

JDF Legacier Morphicon: Thank you for the reviews! Pardon if I don't have much else to say. There's just seems to be a lot to unpack.

ZoomedIn: Pardon me for saying this, but I don't think I have anything that could help you with Luiz4200.

jboy44: No. To be honest, they're not going to find out because Phantom is seen as a ghost, and Fenton is seen as a human. Jack and Maddie agreed that humans having ghost powers is silly, so there is no one to prove that Phantom and Fenton are one and the same.