Hey, everyone! Mystery Critic here, back at you with a brand new chapter of Chords of Passion! I was crying when I wrote that last chapter, and I'm sorry if anyone else did, too. It was a tough one to write, to be honest. However, SHE CALLED HIM HER BABY POP! EEEEEEEK! I hope you all are going to continue enjoying this story, and I hope to get plenty of other fans. As for the disclaimer, I don't own Danny Phantom, nor any of the rights affiliated with it. Butch Hartman and NIckelodeon have that honor. If I did own it, Danny would be with Ember. Plain and simple. Anywho, enjoy the third chapter of Chords of Passion!

Chapter 3

Ember's P.O.V

As we step out of the portal into Clockwork's realm, he rushes forward, placing his hand on Danny's shoulder comfortingly, his adult form shifting to his elderly form. "I am so sorry, my young apprentice." He says, a tear falling down his ghostly cheek. "After stopping your evil half, Dan, this future was bound to happen. Every eventuality wound up like this. I would have stopped it if I could."

"I know, Clockwork." Danny said, wrapping his arms around the Time Master. He sets his staff onto the ground and returns the hug, the bond between student and teacher apparent between them. "I don't blame you."

"Wait, what do you mean this was bound to happen?" I snap, separating them and sticking my finger in Clockwork's face. "If you knew this was going to happen, why didn't you warn Danny so that he could stop this himself?!"

"As I said, no matter what I did, this would still happen." He responded, raising his hands up in surrender while staying calm. "Even if I did warn young Daniel, he still would have done all of what he's done to protect the world."

"The… the world?" I say softly, turning to look at Danny who's looking away in shame. "Danny, you've been protecting the whole world?"

He nods slowly before looking back up at me. "World leaders have been asking me for my help ever since we all protected Earth from the Disasteroid. I couldn't say no."

"Of course you could have said no!" I said, grabbing his arms. "This killed you, Danny! Come on!"

I drag him towards the portal Clockwork already opened. "Where are we going?" He ask, letting me drag him away.

"We're going to tell the world what they've done to you!" I say, stepping through the portal with Danny in tow. We come out the other side in the United Nations meeting room in New York, and there are guns on us in an instant. They see Danny with me and lower them before the lead speaker walks up to us.

"Mr. Fenton!" he says happily, shaking Danny's hand. "What an honor to see you again. What can I help you with?"

"We need to broadcast to the world right now." I say, glaring down at him.

"A broadcast for that takes several weeks to organize, Ms... " He says, not knowing who I am.

"McLain. Ember McLain." I say, annoyed. "Now, this is very important. You need to get it done within an hour."

"What is so important that it needs to be done immediately?" He says, raising an eyebrow. "Is the world in danger again?"

"No, it's because of all of you!" I say waving my arms around to gesture to the entire room. "All of you have killed Danny!"

"What do you mean, Ms. McLain?" He says, looking at Danny. "He seems fine to me."

"Saving the world these last few weeks have killed his human half!" I say, exasperated. "He's now a full ghost! He has spent the last few weeks saving everyone non-stop! All of that time without a single wink of sleep killed his human half! It's all of your faults that he's dead now!"

The room goes dead silent as everyone stares at him. He looks down in shame and I wrap my arms around him protectively. "This is on all of you!" I yell, my eyes glowing red. "He couldn't say no to you because of his desire to protect people! You all literally worked him to death, never once thinking about hi well-being! Now get that broadcast set up!"

People start going hectic, calling news stations and doing what they need to do to get an emergency broadcast set up. They bring up a chair for us and I sit Danny down, then crawl into his lap. I wrap my arms around him and stroke his hair, not letting him go. 'I'm falling for the Dipstick.' I think, looking down at him. His face is filled with shame and regret, and it breaks my undead heart. 'They did this to him. I won't let anyone do this to him ever again. From now on, the world is on it's own. I'm not letting my Baby Pop out of my sight from now on. My Baby Pop… It feels so good and it sounds so right. Yeah… He's my Baby Pop.'

I smile and hold his head against my chest, chuckling when I see a blush spread across his cheeks. "Baby Pop, can I ask you something?" I say, lifting his head up to look at me.

"Of course, Ember." He says, and my heart skips a beat when he smiles after saying my name, although I can still see the pain in his eyes. "What is it?"

"Will you be my boyfriend?" I ask, a blush creeping across my face.

"You… You want me to be your boyfriend?" He asks softly, his eyes wide. He looks down sadly, then back at me. "Look, Ember. It's not that I don't want to. I would really like to be your boyfriend, but… I just got my heart broken. After some time to heal, then yes. I will."

"I'm willing to be patient." I promise, placing my hand on his cheek and kissing his forehead. "I'm sorry for all the world domination and brainwashing stuff."

"I forgive you, Ember." he says, making me smile. I wrap my arms back around him and hold him comfortingly. "Thank you, Ember."

"You're welcome, Baby Pop." I say, kissing the top of his head. Someone comes up to us and gestures for us to follow him. I hop off of Danny's lap and he stands up, following me up to the stand. We stand behind the podium and after a few moments, the man nodded, signaling that the cameras were rolling. "Hello, people of the world. My name is Ember McLain. I'm one of the ghosts that helped save the world from the Disasteroid, and you all of course know Danny Phantom. Well, here's the thing. He's done helping the world! Helping the world the last few weeks has caused his human half to die, and I won't allow all of you take up his afterlife with saving you! If it's world-ending, we will help! Other than that, he's done! It's the world's wars and fighting that killed him in the first place! Stop being a bunch of babies and solve your problems on your own. You did find before he came along, so shove it! He went all this time without sleeping once, and no one will overwhelm him like that again. From this point on, he's going to be living with me in my realm in the Ghost Zone. If anyone has a problem with that, shove it up your collective asses, DIpsticks! We're out of here. Come on, Baby Pop."

I wrap my arms around him and teleport us out of there and into his home, and we're mobbed by his family. "Danny, are you sure about this?" His mom said before his dad continued.

"The world needs help, son!"

"Guys, lay off!" Jazz said, pushing her parents away and hugging her little brother. "The world needing his help is what killed him in the first place! I agree with his decision!"

"Actually, it was my decision." I say, stroking his hair. "I care about this dipstick, and I don't want anything to hurt him anymore. If he had a problem with it, he knows he could have said it and I wouldn't have argued. He didn't though, and I think he's just as tired of the world leaders using him as I am."

"Danny, do you really agree with this ghost?" His dad asks, glaring at her. I raise my eyebrow at him, daring him to try something when Danny speaks up.

"I'm a ghost now, too, Dad." He says, hugging Jazz back before stepping out of her embrace. "100% dead, spooky ghosty. I agree with Ember. It killed me helping the world, and I'm done being it's errand boy. I'm here to grab some stuff and I'm moving in with Ember. Don't worry, I'll be visiting as often as I can. I'm just moving out, and you're still my family. I still care about you guys."

He walks up to them and lifts all three of them up in a hug, then sets them down and heads upstairs. Jazz walks up to me and hugs me a she whispers in my ear. "Thank you for taking care of my little brother. I can see you care about him, so if you break his heart like that bitch Sam, I'll make sure to end your afterlife."

I nod and hug her back awkwardly, and she lets me go after a moment. Danny comes back down with a suitcase in one hand and his computer under his arm. "Dipstick, what's the computer for?"

"Oh, well. I didn't know if you had one or not, so I figured I'd bring mine." He said, chuckling sheepishly as he rubs the back of his neck.

"You're such a dipstick." I say, shaking my head. "Of course I have a computer! I'm dead, not living under a rock. I still like my social media stuff, and I can't live without cat videos. Yes, cat videos, and if you say something about it, I'll shove my microphone somewhere that'll make your ghostly wail turn into a ghostly opera."

Everyone but Danny laughs as I smirk at him. He nods and brings the computer back up, then phases through the floor and walks up to me. "Ready to go, Ember?" He asks, taking my hand. I blush as he entwines his fingers with mine.

"Yep, I'm ready Baby Pop." I say, teleporting us away.

Danny's P.O.V

In a whirlwind of flames, Ember teleports me and her into her realm. I stumble back out of her arms, only for them to shoot forward and wrap around me, keeping me from falling.

"Geez, Baby Pop." Ember says, chuckling as she shakes her head. "We've got to work on your teleporting skills."

"Hey, it's not my fault!" I say defensively, putting on a fake pout. "It's just new to me, okay?"

"I understand, Baby Pop." She says, letting go off my hand. "It gets easier, trust me. First time I teleported, I wound up puking for ten minutes."

"Really?" I ask, raising my brow at her. "I can't picture the great Ember McLain losing her composure like that. Actually, I didn't even know ghosts could puke."

"Of course we can puke, Dipstick!" she huffed, crossing her arms. "If we can eat, we can puke."

"What about using the bathroom?" I ask, my curiosity peaking.

"That's the weird part, actually." She says, sitting down on the couch and patting the seat next to her. I sit down and look over at her, paying attention to her every word. "We don't need to eat, but we can still puke. We don't need to breathe, but we still lose out breath in a fight. According to Spectra, we don't lose our breath when we kiss or do… Other things." She winks at me, causing a bright red blush to spread across my cheeks before something dawns on me.

"Wait, you said we don't need to eat. So, I can't have a Nasty Burger anymore?!" I yell, placing my hands on my head in a panic. "What's the point in an eternal afterlife if I can't even enjoy the simple pleasures of it?!"

"I said we don't need to eat, Dipstick!" She says, smacking me upside the head gently. "Not that we can't! I still eat from time to time. I enjoyed eating when I was alive, and I still enjoy it as a ghost."

"Oh, thank God…" I say in relief, wiping off imaginary sweat from my forehead. "I can't imagine life without burgers."

She shakes her head and smacks me upside mine again. "You're such a dipstick, Baby Pop." She says with a chuckle. I chuckle and hug her.

"Thank you for everything, Ember." I say before letting her go. "So, can we still sleep?"

"Yeah, we can. I don't really do it much, just when I'm bored and there's nothing to do. It's actually cool to take a nap and dream again."

"Cool, so where am I going to be sleeping?" I ask, looking around and seeing only one bedroom.

"Here on the couch." She says, standing up.

"Okay, sweet." I say, smiling up at her.

"You're such a dipstick." She says, shaking her head and laughing. "I'm not going to make you sleep on the freaking couch!"

"Well, then where am I sleeping?" I ask confused. "I only see one bed."

"Well, duh." She says, flicking my forehead gently. "We're gonna be sharing my bed, obviously!"

"Uh… what?"

FORESHADOWIIIIIIIIIIIING! Well, that was chapter three, everyone. I hope you all liked it. Ember calling out the entire UN like that? Brutal. Anywho, I hope to see more praise and reviews in the future. As always, read, review, and spread this shit like wildfire! This is Mystery Critic, signing off.