It began as a truce, to save a little girl. Well, it might have started before that. There was that time Skulker captured us both, and we had to work together to beat him. Or before that, when we sort of worked together to prevent the world from being sucked into an alternate dimension by the grumpy king of the Ghost Zone. But that time we saved Dani was the first time we worked together not because the world was about to end, or because our lives were at stake. She had a choice, and she helped anyway.

It's always been a bit weird. I've known who the Red Huntress is, almost since she first showed up in Amity Park. At least, Danny Phantom has. He is the one who revealed her to her father, after all. That didn't make her like me at all, and she already wasn't too big a fan. But the awkward sophomore at Casper High that she almost dated for a bit? He couldn't possibly know her secret. That's... why things didn't work out then. She told me she had an important job to do, and that was that. She was trying to protect me, the only way she knew how: by fighting ghosts.

And she still does that, most of the time. After we saved Dani, she definitely didn't start going easy on me. Phantom me, that is. She'd run into me, and try to capture me or blast me, same as usual. But there was less anger when she did. Or, if it turned out we were both fighting the same ghost, who was an actual threat, we'd team up until it was dealt with. Over time, that became more and more common.

I'm not sure what she thinks of me now, to be honest. If you ask her, I think she'll still tell you that I ruined her life. Which isn't exactly false. But she's also a little grateful, sometimes. She's a freaking good ghost hunter, and she loves the job. I can see it in her face as she works.

Aw, crud. I'm gonna be late. The Huntress... Valerie... she told me to meet her over the school this afternoon. No idea why. But I bet she'll totally blast me if I'm late...

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom and all related characters and ideas belong to their respective owners. This is a work of fiction, and all resemblance to real persons, living or dead or somewhere in between, is purely coincidental.

This is the prologue of what will be a multichapter work. Any constructive criticism will be helpful, as I decide where this story is headed and how things will play out. The rest will likely not be in first person.