Hello. I freaking love Danny Phantom so I decided to take a crack at writing some story. This is the result.

This is set after D-Stabilised

Updated 4/27/17

So this has been revamped and revised. I'm much happier with it now. :)

Thanks so much to caitgirl1 for beta reading and awesome advice. You should definitely go check out her work!

ENJOY ;)

Flying lazily over Amity Park, Danny had not been expecting Vortex to snatch him straight out of the air and send him plummeting to the street below. His ghost sense sugglisy alerted him to the looming threat just as Vortex's clawed hands had introduced him to the pavement with brutal force. Lashing out at the crushing hand Danny froze the offending appendage. He kicked furiously, once, twice, three times before the grip lessened. Taking the opportunity Danny went intangible, slipping from his opponent's clutches. The half ghost went on the offensive swinging a powerful uppercut smashing into his attacker's jaw. The blow connected beautifully, sending a twinge up Danny's arm from the force of the punch.

Danny's right arm poised back to throw another punch. Vortex growled, his giant hands snaking out to grab the halfa. Danny shot upwards to avoid the hands, but he was a second too late. Dread filled his bones as the pressure of a powerful grip tore him back down to Earth.

The half ghost was then tossed into three unlucky shop fronts before he managed to get his head together. The world spun for a second as Danny lay in the remains of a window. Gingerly he pulled glass splinters out of his arms. Green oozed from the various wounds. Getting to his feet, Danny cracked his bruised back, adrenaline coursing through his veins.

'Vortex?' Danny scowled keenly remembering the last time he had clashed with the weather ghost. He had gotten shocked. A lot. He shuddered at the memory of the electricity tearing through him. The burning pain was similar to the Portal Accident, an experience that Danny had no desire to go through again.

That meant he had to stay out of Vortex's range.

That's gonna be fun.

Looking back at the destroyed shop fronts reminded Danny of Vortex's penchant for destruction. The damage caused by the Weather Ghost's last storms had taken ages to clean up. Vlad had eagerly blamed the entire mess on Danny Phantom. Ghost hunters had flocked to Amity for weeks after trying to take Danny out. It had not been pleasant.

"Ghost Child! You are in for it now, as I" Vortex paused to take a gasping gulp of air "will be giving you the worst shock of your miserable afterlife," a sinister grin stretched across the Weather Ghost's face.

Danny flooded his hands with power, blazing ectoblasts roaring to life in his clenched fists. Throwing his arms back to strike, Danny froze.

The air around him just changed. Electricity buzzed through the thundering clouds. Dousing one ectoblast, Danny lifted a hand to hair realising that it was shooting upwards.

Crap.

A tingle washed over the half ghost before the lethal lightning struck, hitting dead on. Danny screamed his throat raw in seconds. Everything burned. His nerves throbbed as unforgiving volts raced through them. His body twisted and seized and convulsed. Black squiggly lines invaded his vision and all sound was dulled to a single deafening roar. It finally stopped after what felt like an eternity. Ozone saturated the air.

Danny curled up on the ground, arms and legs twitching, while other muscles in his back and stomach spasmed out of control. His eyes were open, but he couldn't focus enough to actually process what he was seeing. Raw agony gripped him, with it's burning talons ripping through every individual cell.

Numbly, Danny registered that Vortex had not been that powerful before.

When sky focused into view it was blackened with Vortex's storm clouds. Danny noted the green swirling of Vortex's bulk advancing towards him. He tried to stand but his limbs were out of his control. They felt weak and heavy. His head rang and any coherent thought was chased off by the overwhelming stimulus of hurt, pain that his nerves told his scrambled brain. The tell tale tingle surged across his skin.

Danny couldn't even scream this time.

What was left of his vision had faded to black and white, like Poindexter's realm his delirious mind supplied. Then it just faded out completely and Danny gave up on trying to cling to consciousness.

The town of Amity Park, ghost central of America, was fairly used to the random ghost attacks, invasions and whatnot. It was one of the quirks associated with living there. While said ghost attacks caused plenty of smashed cars and body shaped imprints on walls and pavement, the locals could not deny the tourism it brought.

Amity was beginning to flourish, despite the numerous battles that raged within the town. The damage that had originally been seen as a nuisance had began to show unexpected benefits in the long run. Axion Labs had expanded their horizons thinking up new materials and mixes to make sturdier tarmac and concrete that could stand up to more pressure. The new formulas had been surprisingly effective, being at least twice as durable than their predecessors. The new building material was in high demand across the world. Since the Axion Labs were local, there was well paying work for the inhabitants of Amity.

A new TV channel had sprung up as well. Ghost Watch, the only channel in the world that was dedicated to the 'pastime' of ghost watching. The odd and quirky channel was a blazing success. Viewer ratings were high and profits were soaring. Furious debates and somewhat informative documentaries flooded the channel about the ghosts that plagued Amity. The rest of the world had taken an interest.

The fan favourite however, was Danny Phantom. He was the most talked about of all the ghosts that had appeared in the town.

People from across the globe visited the haunted town, to see proof of the supernatural. Their spent money flowed into Amity. New shops, hotels and gift stores popped up, eager to please the mass of tourists streaming into the town.

Phantom had unwittingly become Amity's ghost mascot. His face was plastered on signs with the caption "Home of Danny Phantom". Ghost Watch, with it's ever expanding company planted ghost detection sensors throughout the town, courtesy of the Fentons. No battle went unnoticed. Betting shops had even taken advantage with betting going on like it was boxing, instead of supernatural beings. Phantom had made more than a few people rich with winnings.

However while the populace reaped the rewards of the Ghost Industry, they became complacent.

The minute that Vortex had appeared, darkening the skies as he did so, Ghost Watch's cameras were trained on the inevitable battle. The people of Amity briefly halted, eyes and ears focused on the TV or radio. When the lightning struck everyone saw the target. Phantom collapsed to the ground, limbs out of control. Viewers tried to ignore the tortured screams. After the lightning abruptly stopped, one seriously fried ghost kid was left in its wake.

Phantom didn't get up. No witty banter was exchanged. Vortex towered over Phantom, a malicious grin spread across his face.

Another flash of devastating lightning lit up the air, striking the Ghost Boy a second time.

There was no movement from the town's defender.

That wasn't good.

Amity's Ghost Evacuation Alarm wailed through the the air, desperately activated when Phantom didn't stir. The Ghost Boy remained motionless on the street bar the occasional twitches of limbs.

The cocky atmosphere vanished. Fear grasped with its icy fingers. The townspeople of Amity Park fled to the town square, where one of the sturdiest ghost shields that the Fentons had ever created resided. A glowing green dome materialised, encasing the cowering citizens. The alarm still droned on as more people squeezed into the embrace of the protective shield. The panic was palpable, the atmosphere thick and heavy with tension. This wasn't supposed to happen. Phantom had always managed someway or another to hold back the more aggressive ghosts. Horror rippled through the crowd.

They watched helplessly as the attacking spectre plucked up the defenceless ghost kid and threw him down the street, laughing as Phantom crashed face first into concrete. He was deathly still. The attacker roared, loud and fierce and absolutely terrifying.

The aggressor stared at the shield, with it's cowering townspeople inside. Gleaming red eyes shone with the promise of pain and destruction.

Who was going to save them this time?

Thanks for reading!