I decided to create a one-shot story line, where I will place all of the evil plot-bunnies that are giving me writers block on my more important stories. So, here's the first one. My updates will not be regular.

Description: The Phan-Club sees Danny...Post PP, Lessons in Danny Phantom Philosophy by Darth Frodo helped for the background story.

Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom, I wouldn't have to resort to writing letters to plead for DP to have a fourth season. So, no, I don't own it.

Phans

I walked through the busy streets, head down. Skulker had decided that since I was a so much more valuable prize now, he should be hunting me twice a day. Or three times, I don't know because he hasn't come back yet.

Whatever the choice was, I was exhausted. Skulker, Technus, Youngblood, and Desiree all in one day. Them, and Dash constantly hanging over my head making sarcastic remarks why I didn't help in Antarctica with Phantom and my parents, I had to hold Valerie back for the entire lunch period.

It wasn't her fault he didn't know. Very few people actually knew my secret after I revealed it. Valerie, her dad, my parents, world leaders, Kwan (I have no clue how he got there) a few mechanical engineers, helicopter pilots, the GIW (their faces were so funny when the president told them I wasn't to be experimented on, but they perked up when he said Vlad was fair game) and few random people from the media. All of whom were sworn to secrecy by the government in respect for what I did.

After that, mom and dad had insisted to tell my teacher, nurse, and principal my secret, so they wouldn't go as hard on me. I was reluctant at first, but the advantages won out. I just made sure there was a government agent with us prepared to use the 'audit your taxes' threat if need be. They took it relatively well, if you don't count Lancer fainting.

I slumped my shoulders as I walked, lugging my backpack towards Fentonworks. Why didn't I fly home today? Looking up, I noticed two news helicopters, with their shiny new ghost detection scanners hanging of the side, a neon green 'F' plastered on it. Dad had fixed them so the scanners wouldn't recognize me. Unfortunately, that didn't work when I was in ghost mode, so here I am, walking.

Nearing Fentonworks, just turning the corner really, my ghost sense went off, again. Sighing, I ran the last few steps into the house, setting down my backpack I glanced at a clearly startled Jazz, shouted "Going ghost!" Transformed, and phased out through the wall.

I didn't bother to become invisible when I phased out; it wasn't unusual to see Danny Phantom come out of the Fenton's house anymore.

Looking around, I resolved to make this fast before the news helicopters arrived to get in harms way. All I had to do was wait for the screaming to start. "AHHHHHHH!!" Yup, there it was. I turned south towards the girly scream, and saw the entire 'Phan Club' looking right at me. Dash screamed again, wow, I didn't know Dash screamed like that.

I glanced around suspiciously, I saw no ghost, "Where is the ghost at?"

Paulina's voice rang through my ears right below me, and I felt a tug on my right leg. "Right here." I looked right into her 'head-over-heels' gaze and down at me foot that was currently trapped in the grip of ghost gauntlets.

"Ah, s-sorry. But I have work to do. Uh, rain check?" Paulina looked at me flirtatiously, not letting go. "Seriously, Paulin-mam, could you please let go of my leg? There is a ghost out here, and if I don't find it, there will be lots of bad things happening."

Paulina still wasn't letting go, Danny looked up frantically, and found that he was completely surrounded by the Phan Club, all of whom where holding some sort of Fenton equipment. Why, oh why did dad have to start selling Fentonwork's stuff? It seemed like a good idea at the time, but now he was really having second thoughts. He felt another tug, this time his wrist was incased in Fenton Fishing wire. His body was sinking down to the ground, Paulina was pulling, and Dash had a very strong grip on that Fenton pole.

I looked around, seeing all of the phan-filled eyes around me, seeking mercy; I didn't want to hurt anyone. My gaze rested on Kwan, who was nervously holding a Fenton Thermos, our eyes met, and he looked at me apologetically.

More wire and gauntlets took hold of me, I opened my mouth to shout for help, but someone shot Fenton-Goop at my mouth was covered by the sticky substance. I squirmed helplessly; I really didn't want to do this to my biggest fans. They were giving me no choice, as I was pressed against the ground, a small path parted for Kwan. Shaking, the boy directed the thermos at me.

Now or never. I twisted in the grip of so many, glaring around at anyone willing to meet my eyes. All I saw were love-struck gazes, embarrassed glances, or insanely happy staring that made me really uncomfortable. I finally turned myself back to Kwan, willing him to look at me. My eyes softened when meeting his tear filled eyes.

Dash and the others put him up to this. I knew the Phan Club was getting worried about Kwan's sudden distance concerning me. They had no idea it was to help the guy keep a secret from his friends. This was his reinstatement as a Phan leader, he was one of the first, they would drag him to it until the end.

I knew this only because Kwan was telling me they were going to have this big reinstatement event just for him, at the time Kwan had no clue what the were going to do, I guess this is it. The poor guy, these are his only friends, and no way would Sam let me invite him into our group. Some past experience about clouds and poetry.

I let the ghost energy I was building up to dissipate, knowing full well how much I was going to regret that choice. It was probably going to hurt the people around me if I let it go anyway. Locking my eyes with the shaking jock holding the thermos, I nodded slowly and carefully.

Kwan's eyes went wide for a moment, but he was already being heavily prompted by his friends to just do it already. A familiar blue light enveloped my body and I felt myself unwillingly get sucked towards the thermos.

The last thing I remember seeing before getting trapped inside was the ghost that had set my ghost sense off.

The Box Ghost was so going to get it for this.

Haha, this story makes me giggle. Wonder what the Phans' are up to going to do with Danny now? No, get your mind out of the gutter please, not that. I don't really think I'm going to continue this (unless if I'm prompted by lots of reviews) so I'll leave it up to the imagination.

Remember, reviews are good for the soul. Tell me about any errors I might have, or if this one-shot was realistic. Thanks for reading!

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