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Frostbite sat down and wiped off some sweat that was forming along his fur, watching the unconscious human before him. The man laid neatly in a bed, safe and as comfortable as he possible could be. The yeti made sure of it For, if his information was right, this man would be vital for the upcoming fight. How could anyone belittle the potential the former director of SHIELD has though?

It's been what, a week since the SHIELD helicarrier crashed to the ground? For all he knew it could've been a month. It was hard to pay attention to the date when he and his fellow comrades were tending to the wounded SHIELD soldiers while also trying to keep their distance from any of William the Conqueror's ghostly troops. In fact the run down clinic they were currently held up in was completely filled of wounded SHIELD soldiers with more still appearing each hour. While it was putting more strain on his already dwindling resources, he guessed he should've been happy they they weren't killed by one of the roaming ghost parties.

Amity Park, once home to Danny Phantom and now the first ghostly foothold into the human realm. Things were only going to escalate from there. The humans were already preparing a counter offensive. To make things worse, the protector of Amity Park had gone missing. The latest intelligence reported that Phantom was on the helicarrier when if fell to Earth's surface and would then be considered dead, either by the impact or ensuing battle over the wreckage, but neither his body nor any hint of his ectosignature were found. In fact, they only found left over residue of a completely different ghost, suggesting that Phantom possibly escaped. If that were the case, why could no one find him?

The more information he got, the more questions were left unanswered.

At least they were able to save this Fury human. If there was one person that could stop this conflict before it started who wasn't Phantom, it would be this human. Too bad he was still unconscious. This was especially odd considering his physical injuries were healing as they should, yet the man showed no signs of actually waking up.

"Frostbite," came one of his companions. "The humans sent here to reinforce Amity Park have gotten past the blockades we set up. They should be entering the city by the end of the day."

"And of their supplies?" he asked, stroking his furry beard.

"They have yet to acquire any anti-ghost weapons."

The yeti let out an extended sigh. "This leaves only one option then. Tell the scouts to attack the reinforcements. I don't want any of them hurt. Just send them running back to wherever they came."

"This move could make us seem like their enemies," responded his companion.

"It is better that than those troops beings slaughtered as soon as they get here. No matter their numbers, they are useless without proper equipment."

The other yeti opened her mouth to speak but quickly shut it, letting out an audible sound.

"Please speak your mind." said Frostbite

The yeti hesitated to speak. "It's just. Why are we helping the humans when they'll only attack us for it later and call us monsters?"

Frostbite slowly nodded his head in understanding and put his hand on the other yeti's shoulder. "You were once human, were you not? Even with our degrading memories, you must still remember some of your life. We grew up thinking ghosts were monsters same as today's humans because we weren't taught any different. We finally have the opportunity to change that now. In fact, that's already begun."

"Are you talking about the Great One?"

"Partly, yes. Having a human half and a ghost half makes him the prime candidate for bringing our two ways of life closer together. Letting these humans get slaughtered by a rogue element of ghosts would undermine everything the Great One and others have done.

"Frostbite," another yeti barged in. "We spotted William's soldiers closing in on this clinic. They seem to know we're here."

"Looks like we'll have to find another hideout for now. Get everything packed up so we can leave."

All Danny could see was a bright, blinding light. Every time he blinked it would flood his vision, forcing him to close his eyes again. Of course it could have been because his eyes needed to adjust after just waking up, but he liked to think that this white light was brighter than anything known to man.

"Ah, you waking up," came a deep voice.

All of a sudden the blinding white went away and Danny was able to make out a blurry outline of an older man standing over him with an object in hand.

"Ugh," Danny muttered, blinking the last of the blurriness away and trying to move one of his hands to rub his hand, only to drag his other hand due to the handcuffs still attached to him. "What's wrong with my head?" he asked, "Where am I? Who are you?"

"Slow down, Phantom. Do you feel okay? I tried to treat your injuries as best I could, but my patients have never been dead already."

Danny let out a small groan before sitting straight up, ignoring the protests of the stranger. "Uh, thanks for the help I guess. I feel okay right now. So, um, why am I here?"

"You don't have a concussion do you? I didn't even know ghosts could get concussions."

He just shook his head. "I remember being on the SHIELD helicarrier as it was about to crash. Then I remember doing whatever I could to stop myself from being killed. Guess I used too much energy."

The stranger got out of his seat near Danny and walked to the door. "Yes, well that would make sense. After I heard the ship crashed, I decided to use my medical training to head over there and treat the wounded. When I got there though I noticed a bunch of ghosts searching the ruins for people too, except they were there to finish them off. A little while later I say your body lying on top of some rubble and decided to take you back before those ghosts found you." the man then turned to Danny, keeping one hand hidden behind his back. "You are a hero, right? You're here to protect the town?"

"Uh, yeah, I do my best to protect the town." Danny answered, raising a brow at the hidden item.

Slowly the man visibly relaxed and he let out a huge sigh of relief. "That's good. Guess that means I should introduce myself." he held out his hand. "I'm Dr. Buchanan. Well, retired doctor."

The halfa quickly shook the man's hand."So, uh, what's that you have behind your back?" He asked, putting at the man's hidden hand.

The doctor brought out a syringe with a clear liquid inside. "This? It's just a drug to knock a patient out. I'm not sure how well it would work on a ghost, but it's all I got."

Danny gave the drug a skeptical look. "Well I wouldn't try that out on any other ghost. Ectoplasm doesn't work the same way blood does. All I cans say is that you would probably be dealing with a very pissed ghost afterwards."

A sudden knocking from the door. "Dr. Buchanan, are you alright in there?" came the unmistakable voice of a certain goth.

The halfa gave an unexpected shutter. How did she get here? Did she know the doctor saved him? Danny began to grow more and more suspicious of the doctor's story and the tension within him built up.

The doctor walked over to the door and opened it, letting Sam walk through, spot the conscious Danny, and immediately run up to him in a tight hug. "Danny!" she cried with glee as her arms wrapped around him. "I'm so happy you're alright!"

Noticing Danny's wide eyes, the doctor decided to explain what was going on. "When I brought you here, Phantom...er..Danny, I noticed you had a phone stuffed in your pocket with her number listed as an emergency contact so I decided to call her. She demanded to come here right away, ignoring the orders of SHIELD. Honestly, I'm surprised she wasn't arrested for leaving her house. There were a few other contacts listed in your phone, but none of them answered. It does bring up the question as to why a ghost would have access to a phone," The doctor gave it a moment's thought before continuing. "I guess it just proves that your unique."

Danny closed his eyes in concentration. Something just didn't sit well with him now. Was it the doctor's story? It seemed believable enough, except he knew for a fact that he didn't have a phone on him ever while imprisoned by SHIELD. That would've just led them to finding out he was a halfa. So that meant someone had to stash it on him after he fell unconscious and before the doctor came, right? That was a very small window. Maybe the phone got to him some other way.

"Are you alright, Danny?" Sam asked.

"It's nothing," he replied. "So what's been going on since I've been gone?"

Sam shared a concerned look with the doctor before speaking"Well..."

It was dark inside their laboratory, terribly dark. A foul smell filled the entire area of the room and would cause anyone to entire it to snarl and plug their nose in disgust. The two occupants of the lab never seemed to notice. Then again, they weren't doing too well themselves. Both of them had dark circles under theirs eyes and very pale skin from lack of nourishment. It wasn't because they were treated badly, but because they didn't care much for sleep and food. Instead they focused on their inventions. One would say they were just hollowed out remains of what were once proud parents. Their only son was slain at such a young age, never to see his parents again, and their daughter was missing, presumed dead, after the helicarrier fell.

At least that's what SHIELD told Jack and Maddie Fenton once news of the disaster finally reached their ears. Neither parent fully believed it though. Maybe it was the shock from losing Danny so suddenly, but they just couldn't believe Jazz was dead until they saw her body. No, she had to be alive.

That was the only thought keeping them sane anymore. Several times they had come close to insanity, especially after being given the project they were assigned to, but the thought of finding their daughter always gave them renewed hope, and with that sanity. If SHIELD wouldn't do anything, then they'd do it on their own!

"Mads, how's the fins on the schematics look?"

Said woman grabbed the schematics of some sort of large rocket off the table and held it up in front of the first prototype they were making of it.. "Well we can't predict the atmosphere in the ghost zone, so I think we should make them a bit larger. We don't want this thing losing control and veering off course."

"The rocket uses ectoranium, honey. It's perfectly safe if it hits us," answered her husband

Not entirely convinced, Maddie looked back at the rocket, this time focusing on the pay load inside. "The kinetic force alone can have the power to rip apart a house. If this thing loses control, it can actually kill people."

Jack angrily slammed his hand against the table. "It kills ghosts, not people. Ghosts are monsters and don't deserve to live. They killed Danny and...and..."

"Don't say it, Jack," Maddie interrupted, "She's still alive."

Heading his wife's words, Jack took a deep breath of air before speaking. Even if we do lose control of the rocket, it wouldn't matter because it'd already be in the Ghost Zone. As long as it hits something it will do it's job."

"Maybe we shouldn't hand these schematics over to SHIELD though. We can keep them for ourselves. It's not like we really need their help."

"What's this about, Mads?"

Maddie paused and rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. "You know I don't trust these SHIELD agents. They remind me too much of the Guy's in White with their coldhearted bureaucracy and protocol. They have no heart for ghost hunting."

"No," he replied. "They instead have money and the same goals as us. I see no problem with them and neither should you."

"But, Jack!"

"No buts" he shouted. The pitch of his voice shaking the very confines of their laboratory. "We need to do this for Danny and Jazz!"

Maddie, now deeply troubled by he husband's behavior, grabbed a box of powder fudge sitting on the table and showed it to her husband. "Would you like some fudge, dear?" She asked in an attempt to calm him down.

"No, I just want to keep working."

With that, the two continued to add the finishing touches to the rocket, code named the Amity Project.

Here begins the sequel to SHIELD Law. I got some interesting feedback from that which I'll be sure to take into account. I'd like to hear your opinions on this, so please feel free to leave a review!