Warning: I own naughta. And Jack will appear in the second chapter.

Parings: Eventually Danny/Jack

Time-Line: After Phantom Planet and after the Movie

Chapter One: The Famous Work on Christmas?!

It was just another normal day…at least, as normal as it could get for Danny, A.K.A. Danny Phantom, worlds hero, ambassador of the Human/Ghost Alliance and ex-lover of the (currently) richest girl on earth, Sam Manson, and best friend to the Amity Parks new mayor, Tucker Foley.

In other words, the twenty-five year olds day was full of long talks, annoying paper work, wishes for some destructive ghost to finally rear its ugly head so he can just tear the blasted things to shreds…

Damn it! Why on earth was everything so F*ing boring lately!

All Danny wanted was a way to blow off some steam, after everything he's done for the world, he didn't think it was that much to ask, but, apparently, the gods hated him.

Ah, almost died in a lab accident? Here's some ghost powers, have fun mastering them!

Almost die on an everyday basses protecting those you love? Let's make you the most hated person in the city.

Saved the world from a meteor? Let's give you paper work and take away your freedom.

Finally dating the girl of your dreams? Let's mess it up by making you realize you only see her as a sister, you damn incester you.

With a drawn out sigh Danny looked up from his paperwork and out the window, his ghost half practically humming in anticipation, wishing, begging, to be able to fly outside in the cold, cold snow.

Of course, this is where his secretary (guess who) Paulina walked in with a sigh of her own. "Danny,"—after all these years, and after she got over her hero worship, Paulina became something of a close friend, a partner in the burden of being forced into a cage—"The Counsel is requesting your presence for the meeting tomorrow at three p.m."

Ah, yes, the counsel, the counsel, however could you ever forget those bastards…but, wait tomorrow was—"But it's Christmas!" the half-ghost shouted in denial, jumping to his feet with eyes wide, for Christmas, with its truce, had become his most beloved holiday.

"It is indeed," Paulina remarked without a trace of sympathy, "and we've all still got work to do."

Sitting down with a groan—it never paid to fight with his secretary—Danny roughly picked up his pen and began to work on his boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, boring, paperwork once more.

Did he mention that it was boring?

The girl, upon delivering her message, quickly plopped something onto a random chair (most likely more paperwork), and began to walk out of the room. But before closing the door she smiled and with a flick of her hair delivered a message worth over a thousand Christmas', "Merry Christmas Phantom, you have the rest of the day off."