First finished one shot, just cause i saw it in my head all last night. and the night before that. this ship needs more popularity!

It wasn't anything they had expected to happen. Sure, his enemies always went after his friends, but only as a distraction. They had never done this before.

"Tucker?!" A cry of shock and horror cut through the air, silencing the sound of jet engines, plasma guns, shaking buildings. Everything was muted as a black and white blur caught the falling teen. The knife was lodged in his chest to the hilt, red staining the yellow sweater. Sam was next to them in an instant and Valerie's suit was generating ten times the amount of firepower that it normally did.

Tucker was looking up at him, eyes wide with blank terror. Danny could feel it, feel the life draining from the older teen in his arms as he coughed up blood trying to breathe. Peridot eyes slipped closed and Danny saw red. Then, Phantom saw blue.

A flash of light, and everything was painted over with a layer of brilliant sky blue. He set tucker down on the ground and growled, low and primal. "Dash!" A halo of light, there and gone in an instant, and the quarterback was there. "You have healing powers, use them." The blond was stammering in confusion and bewilderment, but a glance and snarl had him snapping to attention. "Heal Tucker, NOW!" the ecto mutated teen got to work, and Phantom rose from the ground, silent and shining so brightly that his aura seemed to encompass everything.

Eyes that showed only the frozen tundras of the north and south turned to the source of this pain in his core. He had attacked him, had thrown the knives not at Danny, who had been right in front of him, but at Tucker. He had hurt Tucker. He hurt Phantom's friend, his best friend. "Skulker…" the mech operating ghost was gaining altitude and aiming his missile launchers at Phantom - at his Sam, Dash, he was aiming at His Tucker - and with a quick glance around the area, the missiles were fired. They didn't get far, covered in frost and landing with dull thuds mere meters from their launch and that was when he saw it.

Skulker looked into the eyes of what he dubbed prey and saw not anger, fury or predatory rage. What he saw was the unadulterated wrath of a being far beyond his power, a terrible storm that would rage across the land, freeze and shatter everything in its path until it's target was found and eradicated. Skulker saw a force of nature pushed beyond the point of blind lividity and regretted every action he had ever taken. That was all directed at him.

Phantom raised a hand, ice and snow creeping along the ground and rising into the air with the movement, and pointed a finger at Skulker. "You will pay." the metallic suit was knocked back higher into the air and Phantom rose up to grasp its wing in one gauntlet glad hand. "You hurt Tucker. You killed Tucker!" howling winds whipped through the air as the wing was torn off like cardboard and the mech careened through the air in an uncontrolled descent. He would pay, he hurt Tucker, he killed Tucker, he hurt his mate, he would pay, he would pay with his after life, Skulker must die!

Ice spread through the circuits and sheets of metal that protected the tiny specter and he ejected himself from the suit with a squeak of terror. He left it and flew as fast as he could towards FentonWorks. He had to get out of there, had to escape this aura that was now covering every inch of the city that he could see. A wall of ice rose up to meet him and spikes twice his size nearly impaled the diminutive ghost. Ducking low he swerved around a corner. Spears of ice rained down around him, missing by millimeters and most grazing his body. As he passed through a wall, ectoplasm left a trail and he cursed the fragility of his true form. The family whose dinner he was invading shrieked in panic and he soaked up the negative emotion as fast he could, sighing in slight relief when his wounds healed.

It was nearly a second too late that he realized they were screaming because of the axe made of ice heading for his midsection. Shooting upwards he swore and flew faster than he knew he could. In the streets stalagmites of ice rose up in his path and flurries of snow threw him into frozen walls, seconds before hundreds of spikes could shoot out of it, barely missing his eyes. The Child - no, whatever Phantom was, he wasn't playing around or trying to capture this time. Panic fueled the tiny ectoblast he managed to shoot out and knock an icicle off course.

Snow was falling all over and as he shifted out of the visible spectrum, skulker rose to the clouds and saw that even they were arctic blue - along with the entire town! Stark white jets that seemed to defy the supernatural aura surrounding them cut through the air and began firing in the direction of Phantom's blurred form - the armor of a viking had replaced his usual hazmat and morningstars of ice knocked them aside like flies. Snow rose up to grasp the vehicles and pull them to a safe landing but now more than gravity was pulling Skulker to the ground.

Becoming intangible and using every ounce of will he had, the green speck of a ghost zipped towards the halfa's home, desperate for the quickest means of escape. His parents! Surely the boy would never do anything to harm them.

Jack Fenton's bellowing voice was drowned out by the wind that still affected the undead hunter, but he could see a large bazooka being brandished… and then frozen over slowly, the only shots it had managed to get out rising up and changing from green to eerie blue. The entire Assault Vehicle soon suffered the same fate as both hunter's weapons and the spheres of blue plasma were launched in his direction. It was sheer luck that he managed to evade them, one grazing just barely against his arm and covering it in frost.

He dove for the building and had nearly gotten home free when ice, infused with power that dwarfed his own, smacked into him with all the force of a semi truck. It encased his body fast as lightning and all that was left unfrozen were his eyes.

The ice - and its prisoner - were lifted twenty, thirty, fifty feet in the air before flying towards the earth like a comet and slamming into icy black concrete. Skulker was lifted by ice once more and the frosty prison shattered into a thousand tiny shards. All of them pointed at him and orbiting like birds of prey, or wolves waiting for the command to kill from their alpha.

"Skulker." he looked up and saw his second death, felt the needles of ice and pain rack through his body and pierce his core a million times over. "You shot the knife that drained Tucker's life from his body," a voice whispered like a breeze, and boomed like thunder with the reverberation of a spirit enraged. Phantom's eyes were flickering between red and blue, as though his body couldn't decide what would best display his fury, though obviously irises and pupils didn't make the cut.

This was the reaction one only got when you threatened a ghost's mate, so why in the Hells-

Oh

Shit!

"One reason," the halfa spoke, the wind around them whipped up into a frenzie. "One reason why I shouldn't pierce all 372 pressure points and see how close to the human body yours is before you melt into a puddle."

"Y-y-you're the good guy!" The shards came together into long needles. "You- you have mor- morals!" He raised a barrier of green light that was crushed by the pale blue that blanketed the area. "He- the other boy- your mate! He wouldn't approve!"

"DON'T YOU SPEAK OF HIM AS THOUGH YOU KNOW HIM!" frost covered the grass, the trees, the sidewalks, the buildings, everything was ensnared in Phantom's wrath. Fangs were bared and a serpent made of snow and ice spiraled into existence, coiled around the two specters. "YOU THREW THAT KNIFE AT HIM! NOT ME, HIM! Y̴̨͘͘O̷͟͟͞Ù̴̶̡͜ ͏̨T̵̶̢͞Ó҉̢O̶̸͘͡K̕͞҉́ ́͘̕M̕͘Y̶̸͡ ̨̧M̀͜҉́A͢͠͡T̀͞E̛̕͝ ̴͏͝F̷̧͟R҉́O̸҉̶̡M̴͏ ̷̢̕M͠E̶̴̡͠!͏̛͏͡" blue sparks arced from needle point to needle point, and Phantom's fingers stretched out flat. "And now I shall make sure you never get to see yours ever again, you filthy slimy putrid hunk of pla-"

"Danny…" a familiar voice - hoarse and quiet yet crystal clear - called out and the winds stopped. Everything stopped and Phantom turned to see Tucker, his friend, his ally, his mate, leaning on Dash for support. Danny rushed to meet him, wrap his arms around the unhealthily pale boy and breathed. He was alive! "Danny, don't do it."

"Tucker, he nearly murdered you, he deserves it!" his very core cried out for Justice, for vengeance! The mongrel must pay!

"No!" Green glared into orbs of ice and the tech savvy teen stood as firmly as he physically could. "That's not how you work, Danny. You have morals, you don't kill."

"He-"

"And you're better than him." Tucker placed his hands on Phantom's - Danny's shoulders, and his eyes pleaded as much as they demanded. "Please, Danny. Show me that you're better than him."

It was several heartbeats of tense silence before the needles that prodded Skulker's flesh melted away. The snow dragon roared before dispersing, and the frog like ghost let out a breath of relief. The force of Phantom's will dragged him over to the pair and he shook in terror. Circles of red imposed on glaciers stared down at him with the intensity of the sun, and a voice reminding him of a fallen king reverberated through his core. "If I ever see you in the human world again, ever, then nothing will be able to save you from me. Not your suit, not Plasmius, not Ember. I ban you, G̢̨̡ros͟͏ve̡ń͢͞ò̷r ̛͜H̶̀͡un̴͟t̛e̛͘r̡, from the Earth and her home dimension, on my name as King. Begone."

Skulker did not linger, and Danny watched him flee for his afterlife. A hand was on his face now, and he allowed Tucker to turn his head towards the other teen. "Youdone freaking out?" A shaky laugh fromthehalfa, and the geek grinned. "Good, cause now I get to do this." lips met Danny's and the world was no longer covered in blue. His hazmat returned and the hero returned the kiss.

please do tell me what you think of Berserker Viking Mode Danny, I might evolve this into another story later. yes that is my headcanoned name for skulker