Chapter One- Ghost Fight

I'm sure you all know that I'm big on keeping promises. If not, now you know. A deal with a friend went through, so here's everything I have, even though I'm not done moving.

I'm sorry this got deleted a while ago. Also, these four chapters are all part of the story, so no need to worry there. My last listing point here, but definitely not least, thank you everyone for your input. I took it all into consideration, including what I feel I could write, and came up with a plot for this. Thanks especially to Chaos Infinity-X, who shared detailed ideas to help get me going.

Thanks also to everyone who had this on their Alert or Favorite Lists before. I apologize specifically to you here.

This is everything I have written right now, I don't have a clear thought yet as to where I'm going with this, but I know where I'm going in the short term. I'm still in the process of moving and still haven't seen Sky High recently, so I apologize for any OOC-ness on that end.

Now that my message has been passed on, I hope you enjoy.

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In the middle of P.E. class, before new fighting groups could be decided, something came through the floor and crashed into the ceiling before falling back to the ground. The pair in the ring inched their way to the exit as the glowing thing that so dramatically entered the "class room" began to groan loudly.

"Ow," he said as he sat up and held his head. "Note to self: destroy rocket launchers before missiles."

The class began to comment on that, as they took in the boy's appearance. He had white hair and wore a black skin-tight suit with a white belt, gloves and boots.

Upon hearing the noise, the boy jumps to his feet and takes a battle-ready stance, showing the emblem on his chest, a combined D and P with a blur along the flat side. His glowing green widen in surprise when he sees the students sitting in bleachers around the ring that he was resting in. He also took note of the teachers sitting in seats raised apart from the students who were observing him with interest.

"What are you doing here?" one of the teachers asked him.

The boy blinked, confused. "Resting," he said.

"Resting?"

"Uh, yeah. It's also called taking a breather."

"How did you get in here?"

"I thought it was a plane," he shrugged. "I wasn't planning on there being a second ceiling."

The teacher looked annoyed, so the other asked another question. "Who are you?"

Now the boy was surprised. "You don't know? Wow, you guys must be from out of town then," he said.

"Please answer the question."

"Well, it's not Inviso-Bill," he quipped.

The teacher gave him a look.

"Alright, alright, jeeze. Can't take a joke," he muttered. Then he straightened up and said, "I'm Danny Phantom."

The students started murmuring again, louder.

Before anyone could do or say anything else, the boy's breath came out in a blue cloud.

"Crud," he sighed and began to rise from the floor, looking around the room again, this time more carefully.

Something else came through the floor, though with more control than Danny. It looked like some kind of robot that the science teacher might make. Although the glowing and flaming green hair was weird.

"Double crud," Danny said.

"There you are whelp," the thing said. "Now that I have tracked you down, your plans to retreat have failed. Your pelt will finally lie at the foot of my bed!"

While the observers to the confrontation all looked disgusted, Danny simply folded his arms. "You need a new line, Skulker," he said. "That one's gotten really old. Besides," he shifted into a fighting stance again, "you already know that this fight will end with you in the thermos."

"We'll see, Ghost Child," the hunter said as his shoulders opened up and double racks of missiles rose from them. "Let's see how well you handle this," the robot growled before firing all his rockets at the students.

Danny's eyes widened and he flew to intercept them.

The teachers had, when they saw how the interaction between the two was going, raised a shield to keep the fight in the ring. However, they didn't know that that wouldn't do much against ghosts.

Danny flew through the shield, much to the surprise of everyone else and turned to raise an ecto-shield just before Skulker's missiles passed through the teachers' shield and just in time to prevent any of the students from being harmed.

"Leave them out of this, Skulker!" Danny yelled over the explosions on his shield. "They haven't done anything to you!" He lowered his shield just as Skulker came through the shield with his arm claws extended.

"They made a wonderful distraction, though," he laughed, swinging at the halfa and managed a shallow cut across his stomach.

The half ghost growled and shoved the much larger ghost back through the shield and into the floor of the fighting ring.

"You already made me late," he said as he flung ecto-blasts at the hunter. "Isn't that enough?"

"Not until I have your pelt!" Skulker roared as he dodged several ecto-blasts before blocking a punch from the halfa.

The fighters ignored the chorus of 'ew's that followed that proclamation. Skulker and Danny traded punches, taunts, ecto-blasts and various rockets and missiles for the next several minutes before they parted, panting.

"Is that all you got, Skulker? The Ghost Zone's worst hunter finally out of tricks?" the half ghost said once he could breath again.

The robotic hunter scowled. "Not quite." With that, he shot one of his oh-so-famous electrocution nets at the halfa before he could dodge.

While Danny screamed as the electricity made its way through his system, Skulker gloated. "And since you are far from your friends, the geek boy cannot hack my systems!"

"Don't... need... Tucker's... help... here," he panted. "Just... my... thermos." Then he broke the net and flew around Skulker, a look of concentration upon his face. Skulker fired another rocket at the halfa.

Before it made contact, Danny split in half.

"What!" the hunter cried.

"Ha!" the two Dannys said.

One of them continued towards Skulker while the other disappeared. Skulker growled and shot the one rushing him. It disappeared.

"Where are you, Whelp!" the hunter cried in frustration.

"Right here," came the calm reply from behind him.

Skulker turned and came face to opening with the Fenton Thermos. "Darn," he muttered before being sucked inside in a column of blue, pulsing light.

Danny capped the Thermos with a grin. "That took a little longer than it should have," he muttered. Then he looked around at the damaged fighting ring. The wrecked walls looked like they'd been torn down like they were paper. "Heh, heh," he chuckled nervously, looking up at the teachers. "Sorry about that." Then he saw the clock on the wall by the door and his eyes widened.

"Sorry about disturbing your class," he said, hurriedly. "Please don't call the GiW and I promise I'll never bother you guys again, okay?"

Teachers and students alike were confused by his behavior. Before they could respond, the halfa waved. "Thanks, bye!" he said before disappearing through the floor in a similar manner to when his adversary, Skulker, had entered.

They stared at the spot where he had disappeared for a moment before the bell rang. While the students left, the teachers shared a look. How were they going to have anymore classes in there today?