Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom...or Teen Titans...Trust. If I did, DP would still be on and Teen Titans Go! wouldn't exist...shame.

Chapter 1

"Good morning Amity Park! Tricia Takanawa here, regretting moving from Quahog to Amity, from Channel 4 News bringing you all things new and mostly…unfortunately…ghostly! Today though, we've seemed to turn our eyes away from the creepy conundrums of Amity to the glorious sun-shiny coast of California where our local weather-man/ghost-update reporter, LANCE THUNDER? (TIFFANY, WHY DID HE GET TO GO AND I HAVE TO STAY IN THIS BACKWARDS CITY?!) -ahem- is reporting on the newest super teen team. Lance?"

The picture switched from the angered Japanese woman in the studio to another scene showing a blonde haired man celebrating. "Lance Thunder finally gets his shot! Yes! Whooo—"

"Uhh…Mr. Thunder? We're on air." The picture shakes slightly, the excited blonde man in it calming down while the shorter adolescent beside him fidgeted with his black cape.

"Huh? Oh, yes. Lance Thunder reporting loud and proud here in the ghost-free (THANK GOD!) Jump City with Robin of the Tween Titans! Now, Robin, all the people back home in Amity Park are ecstatic to hear about your involvement in Jump. How did you start and would you mind coming back with me to Amity to end our 'little' ghost problem?"

"Well, first, it's the Teen Titans. And second, ghosts?!" Robin guffawed, pushing up his mask. "Don't think those exist but criminals in Jump are a dime a dozen. We started—"

An irate, neon green ecto-beam hit the off button of the television, its creator mocking, "Ghosts?! They don't exist!" Grumbling, the lanky teen picked up his half-forgotten and now completely soggy cereal up to dump it in the kitchen sink. "Well tell, diamond eyes, that to my sore behind and the dark circles under my eyes. In fact," the dark-haired teen said, staring at his reflection in the dish water, "I think they're multiplying."

Sighing, he finished cleaning his bowl and returned to the living room to pick up his backpack. Glancing around, he noticed once again that even though it's thirty minutes before school, Jazz had left an hour before, not even leaving a note. And his parents hadn't even said goodbye this morning when he heard them head out to do ghost-knows-what while he was in the shower. He couldn't even remember the last time the four of them sat down together for breakfast…or shared a laugh at his clumsiness, at his expense of course—mostly involving green goo or a new invention of his father's.

He checked his pack to make sure that just this once he had all the homework assigned for that day, even Lancer's five-page essay. "The torture that man puts on his students should be illegal!" The teen slung the backpack over his shoulder, testing the weight of the added thermos. He thought that with the slow decrease in ghosts he and Sam could finally get Tucker's aim at least above Jazz's level. Wincing as he stretched his spine, still remembering the hours he was trapped in the Fenton Thermos after Jazz had "volunteered" herself into Team Phantom two years ago, he gasped as a cold breath coiled from his chest and traveled out of his mouth.

"Oh, God. Not now!" Bright flashing rings appeared around his waist, one descending and the other ascending as he felt and expanded his cold core; but before he could finish the transformation, he heard…

"I AM THE BOX GHOST! FEAR ME AND MY CORRUGATED CARDBOARD BOXES OF…OF…"

"Doom?" He suggested.

"YES, DOOOOOO—" A blue and white swirl interrupted the bound to be long-winded rant followed by the twisting of the Fenton Thermos Cap.

"Well, Fenton. At least it was just Boxy. Could it possibly get any worse?" He walked out of the door, turning to close and lock it, a habit formed after the recent rise in human criminal activity in the past six months, missing the dark chuckle coming from the place he was just standing.

"For me? Just the opposite. But for you, little badger?" The invisible voice quivered with anticipation. "It has only begun."

The middle of October of Amity Park, Illinois allowed for pleasant weather; the air was crisp and clean, thankfully free of the somewhat sickeningly sweet citrusy-ozone smell of ectoplasm. Some trees had leaves turning yellow, slowly fluttering in the cool breeze. Danny opted to take the fifteen minute walk to school instead of the two minute flight to enjoy one of the more frequent peaceful times Amity has had since early summer.

"I know I shouldn't wonder about it...I'll jinx myself...but why haven't many ghosts attacked lately? I mean, Desiree hasn't granted any wishes, Ember didn't have a school's out concert, Skulker hasn't come for my pelt but twice, and Boxy only shows up once every two weeks now!" Danny wondered to himself out loud, carefully watching for any people around him that would hear. "And Vlad hasn't 'visited' since school let out. I haven't called him Fruitloop in months! Either something's going on or everything's coming up me!"

He leisurely strolled down the main road to school, a strained smile on his face. While he had all this new-found free time, he had no idea what to do with it. Danny tried to hang out with Sam and Tucker more since their sophomore year ended but they were busy most of the time. Tucker was at a tech camp for most of the summer and Sam at a country club outing in the Bahamas with her parents. Even when school started, they didn't hang out as much as they used to, like before the ghost portal started working. Any weekend or time after school Danny would suggest to do something together like play the latest version of Doom or see Undead Teacher VIII, Sam would have an outing with her parents or grandmother and Tucker a new tech project for his engineering classes.

So Danny filled the time with, of all things, studying to make up for the dismal grades he got for his freshman and sophomore years in high school because of all the ghost fighting. And he set off to map more of the closer sections of the Ghost Zone just in case of any emergencies. He also began to train on his own, getting faster at flying, elongating his Ghostly Wail without it taking too much energy; he even learned how to duplicate into three forms and was starting on teleportation!

Danny's musings ceased as he approached the grounds of Casper High (GO RAVENS!). Some students already littered the front lawn of the school, hanging out as much as possible before the dreaded Monday school work began. He paused a while and adjusted his backpack while looking for his best friends. Not seeing them, Danny sighed and continued past some other students to get into the school.

When he opened the doors, he was affronted with an odd sight: a flock of band geeks and nerds squawking around like chickens with their heads cut off. Danny tried to pass them without getting caught in the confusion it was causing some of the other students but was stopped by a shrill exclamation of, "DANNY!"

With that, they all froze. Slowly they craned their necks towards Danny, only moving their bodies to let their leader through the crowd. It was like something out of "The Exorcist" and freaked Danny, and those uninvolved, the flip out. From the divide, Mikey appeared, his red hair a beacon in the crowd, purposefully heading towards Danny, a fierce and determined expression adorned his face. As soon as Mikey reached him though, his usual timid attitude bled out and the other nerds scattered to prepare for school.

"Mikey...what was that all about?" Danny asked, shaking off the slight intimidation.

Mikey looked around, off put by his group's leaving. "Oh...that? Nothing really...just a-a meeting! Yeah, we were meeting to configure a-a pyro-technic light show at the next band performance! Or…something like that…"

Danny looked at him for a few seconds, not questioning the obvious lie so that he could just escape the weirdness that hadn't fully dissipated. "Yeah," Danny affirmed, "sure. Whatever." He stalked off, thinking that he was escaping from Mikey and headed down the hall towards his, Sam's, and Tucker's lockers. Their junior year they finally had the fortune of having their lockers right next to each other—with Danny's in the middle of course—far enough away from the band room and close enough to the water fountains to be considered "cool" lockers.

Unfortunately, Mikey decided to tag along and, with his short legs, struggled to keep up with Danny as he huffed, "Hey! Wait! Where are you headed in such a rush?!"

Slightly annoyed but more concerned about Mikey's behavior, Danny stopped right before he turned the corner to the section of the hallway where his and his friends' lockers were and turned to Mikey. "Are you okay, dude? Like, d'you need something?"

Mikey, slightly panting from the overexertion of his smaller, weaker legs that did not have the extra muscle due to genetics nor football nor ghost hunting, was completely red in the face and ears with his hands on his knees as he finally caught up Danny. He held up a finger, signaling Danny to wait for him as he caught his breath, or at least tried to. When Mikey's breath evened out, he yelled, "Yeah—huff—I just wanted to know, DANNY, what you were going to do after school today! There's a special event happening at the Nasty Burger and I was wondering if you, SAM AND TUCKER wanted to go with some of us?!"

"Dude!" Danny screamed, his pinky fingers in his ears. "There's no need to scream! I'm right here." At this point he started to walk backwards down his designated hall while Mikey shuffled his feet in minor embarrassment. "And I don't know if Sam and Tucker will be able to go, I asked them yesterday—" At this point he turned around and stopped.

Around the hallway, people were doing one of three things, or a combination. Some were staring at him. Some were avoiding watching him. And the rest were staring at Sam and Tucker doing what no one could mistake as a fake-out make-out in front of their lockers. It was a full-on make-out and, frankly, it made most of the people in the hallway sick. One could tell from the mass of muttering and dispersed noises of disgust.

But for one person, the only one who truly mattered, the only noise he could hear was the shattering of a heart. He didn't even hear the bell ring signaling it was time for class or feel Mikey's hand or any other hands patting his back or arms in condolences or hear the teachers calling in the hall for students to come in. He didn't move as Tucker and Sam walked hand-in-hand to their first class they all had together, Algebra 2 with Mr. Felucca. It wasn't until ten minutes after the late bell that he moved forward, mechanically placing his backpack in his locker and taking out his materials for—what class? Oh, yeah—Algebra 2 with Felucca. He stared at his locker for a while, his brain trying to make sense of what his eyes saw and ears heard. After five minutes with it not working, he closed his locker door, its clanking resounding in the long since empty hallway. He turned to his left, slightly tripping over his feet, something he hadn't done since he got his powers, and headed to class as if the day was completely and utterly normal.

Looking at his watch, noticing he was almost twenty minutes late to a class with a teacher who still didn't like him very much after missing so many classes the previous two years, Danny sighed again and said, "Yep. Everything's coming up me."

A/N:

Hi everyone! I hope you like the first chapter. I know there's not much of any action here but I promise there'll be more later! And while some people are all for Sam and Tucker pairings...I just feel some type of way about them getting together after all the romance pushing of Danny and Sam from Butch. It just doesn't feel right! But, anyways, if you have any questions, PM me! If you would like to help me or have any advice for a budding fanfictioner, please do NOT hold back! Thank you guys so much for letting me be a part of this amazing community! I love you all XD! OH! And leave in the reviews what you think Vlad's new power is! It's pretty obvious and a bit overdone-along with the crossover-but I hope the story'll be original enough for this to have its own merit.

Sorry for the long note! I don't know how to give you guys a potato but imagine it! Yep...that's the symbol of our relationship! PM me or review if you have anything to say and I'll try to update in the next two to three weeks.

Love, JennaUtena...Deuces!