This came to my mind and I really just had to write it down. I might continue this with little one-shots if I get the inspiration but I am not sure. Hope you like it.

When most people hear the name Danny Phantom they usually think one thing. Hero. There were few exceptions to this, but most people though of him as a hero.

People didn't stop to think deeper. Why would they? He saved their lives from ghosts what else was there to know? So people never stopped to think deeper. Never stopped to think how extraordinarily young Phantom looked. They never stopped to think that someone so young was dead. And they never stopped to think just how someone so young had died. The people of Amity Park were blissfully unaware. No one stopped to pay attention. So no one ever noticed.

Until someone did.

It was during the summer. A day like any other day in the town of Amity Park. The town was being attacked; by ghosts. No one ever said it was a normal day, just an average one. Despite the attack on the town the people of Amity Park weren't worried, not really. It wasn't anything they hadn't seen before. They knew what to do. If they saw a ghost they just went away as quietly as possible as to not attract attention. Then Danny Phantom would come and the ghost would be dealt with.

Only something went wrong.

Phantom had been flying over the city at a slow pace waving at any citizens that spotted him and continuing on his way when he was shot at. Again not by a human but one of the ghost's that normally attacked the town, Skulker. The shot hit Phantom on the back making him loose control and spiral into the street below. The few people who were on that particular street screamed and scattered out of the way as Phantom hit the pavement with a loud crunch leaving a crater behind. Phantom got up remarkably quick (considering the hit he had taken) and flew back up to the ghost. He didn't have to go far the ghost was only ten feet off the ground.

"Still after my pelt Skulker? When will you realize that you will never succeed?"

On the ground the crowd winced. What kind of sicko wanted a human pelt? Certainly not one that they wanted to mess with, slowly they all began to back away.

The ghost in question looked outraged.

"I am the Ghost Zones greatest hunter! I will have your pelt!

The fight resumed. Most of the citizens on the street had gotten away. All but one that is. Every time the last citizen tried to run the metal ghost would fire at her. She was stuck.

There was a break in the fight, the metal ghost pulled back with several scorch mark and looking worse for wear. Phantom looked better with only a few scratches and burn marks.

"Like my new upgrades, Whelp?" Skulker asked noticing Phantoms slight pant as he tried to catch his breath. In response Phantom charged at Skulker once again only this time Phantom pulled out a thermos and it shot a blue beam at Skulker. At the same time Skulker fired a net at Phantom. The blue beam hit Skulker and sucked him into the thermos. Only seconds later the net hit Phantom, effectively capturing him. It then continued to electrify him, to the horror of the lone citizen watching from below. Her horror only grew as Phantom fell out of the sky and onto the sidewalk with a loud crack. There was silence.

The girl, who was no more then 23, didn't know what to do. "Phantom? Phantom are you okay?"

There was no answer.

"Phantom?" The girl asked again.

There was still no answer.

The girl hesitated slightly, she probably should run, hanging around would only result in another ghost attack eventually. But she didn't know a lot about ghosts, Phantom could be seriously hurt. Then again he could be fine. But what kind of person would she be if she didn't check to make sure before leaving? So very carefully she walked forward.

He was sprawled out awkwardly on the pavement, his limbs spread out around him. One arm was bent at a completely wrong angle that made her wince, so much for ghosts not getting hurt. The net the ghost had trapped him in was still draped over him but it no longer seemed to be hurting him. She carefully poked it with her finger and when it didn't hurt her pulled it off of him and threw it to the other side of the street. Now she could see Phantoms face. His white hair was was falling over it, his eyes were closed and he looked to be in a lot of pain. She fell to her knees and reached out her arm, still hesitant to touch him. While he was considered a hero by most people he was still a ghost, and while the town of Amity had ghost regularly attack the town they knew next to nothing about them. Gathering her courage she brushed the hair out of Phantom face. Her arm dropped to her side in shock, looking at Phantom in horror.

He was just a kid.

"He looks younger then Trevor." She muttered to herself, think about her little brother Trevor who was turning 17 next week.

"Well his arm is definitely broken. Who knew ghosts could even get hurt?" She said out loud trying not to look at the mangled limb to much, knowing she would be sick if she did.

He looked like he is in a lot of pain, even while unconscious. And she wondered what exactly she was going to do. No one would be around for a while, they knew to steer clear of a ghost attack for at least an hour, even if the ghost wasn't there anymore.

"Maybe I can wake him up." She said aloud trying to come up with a plan.

She reached out to gently touch his shoulder but as soon as her fingers brushed across his shoulder his eyes snapped open. Phantom gasped (Did ghost need to breath?) in pain and she quickly pulled her hand away.

She let him catch his breath because yes, it seemed like he needed to breath, and waited for him to realize she was there.

It only took about a minute for him to come to his senses. In that time she had been watching him she had come to three conclusions.

1. He was a lot younger then she had ever thought.

2. He didn't act like he was dead.

3. She really knew nothing about ghosts, and that bothered her.

So when he did realize she was there she had no intention of leaving him until she at least knew how old he was, at the very least.

"Phantom? Are you okay?"

She could have slapped herself. What kind of question was that? She cleared her throat awkwardly when all he did was stare at her.

"Well you obviously are not okay, sorry for asking that stupid question, I meant to ask do you need my help?"

She finally dragged her eyes over to Phantoms arm. The bone didn't look like it had gone through the skin, something she was very glad about. But it did look like a rather bad break.

"I don't really know anything about injuries, but I can drive you to the hospital? Or do ghosts have some other way of healing bones? I..." She probably would have gone on embarrassing herself if Phantom hadn't finally spoken up and said something.

"That is okay, I don't need to go to the hospital. Can you get me something to bite down on though?"

She nodded running over to a dollar store only a few feet away. Whoever had been working behind the counter was no longer there, having run away with the rest of the street when the ghost had attacked. She rummaged around the isle before finding a pair of socks. Ripping the packaging open she grabbed them and ran back to Phantom.

"Here, don't worry though, they have never been worn."

"You might want to look away." Then in one quick motion he bit down on the sock and before she could do anything he set the bone. She was glad she wasn't very squeamish, even so she cried out. Phantoms face showed the pain he was in for only a minute before he spat the sock out.

"Thanks for that, the sock really helps."

She starred in horror. "Do you need to do this often?"

"Often enough, one can only be thrown into so many buildings before something gives away, and usually its not the building."

"But you never look hurt?"

"I heal fast." Phantom said really looking at her for the first time. "It will only take around an hour before I can use my arm again."

"And no one even noticed." She said rubbing her arms, for the first time noticing how cold it was getting.

"Well no one ever sticks around. Why did you anyway? You could have run to safety as soon as I caught the ghost."

"Well I was going to." She admitted looking away from Phantom ashamed to say she almost left him. "Then I realized I don't really know if you would be alright for sure. I wanted to check, and I am glad I did."

The woman stood up, Phantom attempted to but he must have been in a lot of pain because he stumbled. The woman caught him and helped him to his feet before he could hit the ground again.

"Thank you. What is your name anyway?"

"My name is Emily."

"Thank you Emily. Most people would have walked away."

"I was just doing the right thing."

Phantom smiled at Emily again and again she was struck by how young he looked.

Finally she couldn't help but ask, it was bothering her how much he got hurt, sure he was probably hundreds of years old but he just looked so terribly young. "Phantom, exactly how old are you?"

"What?" He seemed surprised by the question, like she should have walked away by now.

"You just seem so young to be a hero, getting hurt so much, how old are you?" He shrugged.

"Fourteen."

"No how old are you really, how long have you been dead?" Emily asked and paused when she realized how rude that probably sounded. "If you want to tell me I mean! You don't have to I just was curious, I can understand if you don't want to tell me."

Phantom laughed a little and Emily found herself wondering why they had thought he was evil for so long, why they thought he was so inhuman when he clearly did everything they did.

"Fourteen."

No. There was no way. Emily's throat closed up a little, she didn't know what to say.

"Emily? Are you okay?"

She nodded and then choked out the first thing that came to her mind.

"I have a brother you know, his name is Trevor. He is only seventeen, I can't imagine him fighting like you do. For the longest time you were considered a villain too. All ghosts were supposed to be evil. We don't really know a lot about ghosts do we?"

Phantom looked a little unsure on what to say. "You know that ghosts exist, that is a step ahead of the rest of the world."

Emily nodded. "Thank you Phantom, I may not understand ghosts, and I definitely don't understand you, but thank you for saving me. Thank you for protecting the town. How many times have you saved us and we didn't even know it?"

"A few times." Was all Phantom said but he seemed uncomfortable, so it was probably more then a few times.

"Why do you protect us then? You get hurt," She gestured to Phantoms broken arm. "So why?"

"I lived here, still do. I have the power to keep the town safe so why shouldn't I? Anyone else would do the same thing."

Emily starred at Phantom. He really didn't understand how special he was. That not everyone would do what he did. He didn't understand that those were the qualities that made him a hero. But she did. So Emily hugged him, being careful about his arm, and then promptly started walking away.

She couldn't do anything for him now. But next time she heard someone saying something bad about Phantom there was no way that she was going to stand by while they ruined his name. Turning around one last time Emily said, "Come find me anytime you need to talk, and Phantom, you are more of a hero then even you know."

Then she turned around and kept walking, never seeing the smile Phantom gave her.