I'm cleaning up my dA gallery a little and moving all the fanfiction over here, so it's all in one place. (Yes, there was stuff I didn't post here, when I was writing.) Expect more updates in the next week or two.

This one was written on a prompt by deaderrose.

Valerie Gray was furious. Her ghost tracker, the one Mr. Masters had given her last year with her first suit, had gone off right in the middle of the New Year's movie she was watching with her dad. It was one of the few times of the year when Val and her father really seemed to bond, and now the stupid ghost boy had ruined that as well.

She was zooming through the air after the white-haired teen now, launching the cubic weapons of her new battlesuit at him, and Phantom had the indecency to dodge her attacks. They were on their second flyover of the park when Phantom squared his shoulders and cupped a hand, then turned quickly and threw a snowball and hit her sled and she'd fallen into a snowbank beside a path and her cubes had vanished and Val was defenseless and Phantom had landed and was speaking to her but Val wasn't listening because everyone knew that ghosts only told lies and Val had to stop the ghost somehow…

Val's eyes narrowed as she formed a fist of snow into a ball. She threw it at the boy in front of her and hit him on his shoulder.

"Is that how you wanna play it, spook?" she spat, pulling herself into a sitting position and quietly preparing another snowball.

"No, Val, look, I'm sorry! I was just trying to get you to stop…" the ghost pleaded. Val hit him with her snowball.

"As if!" she shouted. "I know your real plan, Phantom! You're just trying to get me somewhere where you can ruin my life more!"

Thack! Val was up and advancing on Phantom now. He was rubbing his side where she'd hit him with the third clump of snow.

"Ow…" Phantom moaned, looking up at her. Then he seemed to give in to some sort of higher power and drew his right arm back. Before Val had time to react he'd hit her with a snowball to the chest.

"All right, ghost!" Val shouted. "You wanna play, then?" She stooped to gather more snow and smack! was knocked over into a drift again where she had plenty of ammunition…

Thwap!

Snick!

Famp!

Kloom!

Pamp!

Thock!

Conk!

Bap!

The snowballs came in quick succession and Val found herself drawn in and enjoying the fight. She was even laughing!

This wasn't supposed to be happening. Phantom was her sworn enemy. She should have taken him out, or at least hurt him very badly in warning, and then gone back to the movie with her dad. She wasn't supposed to be fooling around with the ghost like a little girl!

Thump!

Phantom had come up behind her and got Val with a snowball to the back of her head at close range, sending her down again. She managed to pull him down beside her and they both collapsed into laughter again.

What they'd sobered a little, Val looked over at the ghost beside her and was about to say something nice, apologize a little, maybe. Before she could say anything though, the boy had looked past her, wide-eyed.

"Oh crud," he gasped, "Is that how late it is? Um, I've got to go … to this … ghost… feast… New Year's … thing… I had fun, Val, and I think … um… bye!" He flew off quickly before the hunter could respond.

Val pulled herself out of the snow and looked where he had. The clock at the town hall was reading 10 p.m. She'd better be getting home.

As she flew back to her apartment, she reflected on the fight with Phantom. He'd been goofing off as much as she, he realized, and hadn't done more than hit her with snowballs even if he had the ability to do a lot worse (since when could he pull snow out of thin air?). He'd played as fair as you could in a proper snowball fight. In fact, he'd almost been gentlemanly about it.

Maybe Val thought as she landed on the roof of her building, Phantom isn't such a bad guy after all.