Danny barked harshly into the phone he held, "I don't know, that's why I'm calling you! You were the one who downloaded all the blueprints on your phone, Tuck." The father heard an exasperated sigh from the other line. He tried to keep his voice down, seeing as he was now housing many of the heroes who were waiting for a plan. But he either needed Tucker to 'borrow' his parents' Specter Speeder, or he needed the blueprints so he could pull an all-nighter and build a new one. The first answer took much less time, but if he had to, Danny would use an extra night to build the damn transportation vehicle.

"Danny, I'd need a distraction to get in your parents' basement! They're down there working, what do you expect me to do!?" Tucker practically yelled. Danny looked over his shoulder and out the kitchen to see and hear everyone quieting down. They seemed to want to listen in on Danny's conversation, "Listen, call your parents. Get them out of the basement, and I can put the Speeder on autopilot to your portal."

"Sounds like a plan. A half-assed one, but a plan," Danny mused. He heard a snort from Tucker.

"Hey, I'm busy trying to track down your kids' signatures. You're the one who let your kids hang out with heroes." Danny sighed, knowing Tucker wasn't going to let him out of this one, "I mean, you left Amity just so you can be protected by heroes! Look at the irony. See, this is why I told you two to not be involved. Much too messy."

Danny tapped his foot impatiently on the kitchen floor, "Are you done? Or in position? I kind of need to hang up so I can call my parents."

"Well then, hang up and get to it!"

Danny did as instructed and took a deep breath before walking into his living room. He felt his form being stared at from the many heroes residing in the room; all the younger heroes, Batman, Superman, Flash, Wonder Woman, and Martian Manhunter. The rest of the Justice League were told to stay at Mt. Justice in case backup was needed. Which Danny would not need.

Sam got up from her chair and walked over to put a hand on Danny's shoulder, "What's the plan?"

"Tuck's sending the Speeder on autopilot, but I need to call my mom and dad first to distract them. Can you open up the portal, and I'll fill in these guys on the plan?" Sam nodded, knowing that if the Speeder was on autopilot then it was most likely going to hit the basement wall and she needed to clear the area. The Fentons were geniuses, but aim wasn't really their specialty.

The heroes watched Sam's retreating form, and Danny cleared his throat, "So, everyone, time for the plan." He took a deep breath and looked around him. Some still leaked a look of sympathy, while others looked skeptical of him. Whether it was they didn't trust him or they didn't want to put their trust in a non-hero, Danny didn't know. Both seemed like stupid reasons.

Before anyone could question him, Danny continued, "We just contacted a friend near Amity, and once we get the good to go, we'll be getting a little gift from him through the portal."

"What portal?" Batman questioned. The father in question crossed his arms over his chest, prepared to answer the question.

"The portal in the basement," He shrugged, "It isn't that hard to create a cross dimensional portal once you already have the blueprints from over-eager parents," Danny watched the other heroes carefully as he continued, "He's sending over the Specter Speeder on autopilot so we have some sort of transportation vehicle to use."

Flash held up a hand, "Okay, you can't just say you have a cross dimensional portal in your basement and not touch the topic, Fenton."

The man pinched his nose; he hoped he wasn't this annoying when digging for information, "Sam and I built a portal in the basement that acts as a bridge to the Ghost Zone, or as Sam and I call it, the GZ."

A voice echoed from down the hall, "Or limbo, purgatory, the underworld, fields of asphodel. Really Danny, you can't just eliminate all the names given to the damned place." A shadow loomed in the hall, recognized to be Danny's wife, who leaned against the doorway to the living room, "But yes, we built it in the basement because it clashes with the kitchen."

"Is the basement ready?"

"Yep," Sam gave a small smirk, "Now comes your side of the deal." The heroes saw the man's tan pale a bit, and he gulped. Distracting his parents when he was a teen? No problem. Distracting his parents when he was in another state? That's a challenge.

Flash raised his hand mockingly, "What's the plan, Mr. Fenton?"

"The plan is you keep quiet while I distract my parents," He got out his phone and brought up the caller ID of his mom, knowing that his dad's phone is probably on silent, as per usual. He needed something that would take both of them away from their work… Obviously Danny was going to have to blather on about ghosts with them. Great, "Sam, can you fill them in on the general idea of what's going on?"

"I can try to."

"You're going to have to," Danny groaned; even though talking to superheroes was nerve-wracking, he wished he could talk about rescue missions rather than talk about ghosts with his parents. He dialed his parents' number and walked out of the room to begin the call while Sam looked on at the heroes with a raised eyebrow.

The mother crosse her arms before speaking quickly, "We're going to be getting coordinates from a friend any time now, and from there we follow them until we find the kids. Everyone, and I mean everyone needs to stay inside the Specter Speeder. Ectoplasmic radiation can be pretty dangerous unless exposed to it as a kid."

Aqualad looked up from his place, "Are we all going to fit? There are many of us here, Mrs. Fenton."

"Exactly right." Sam mused, a slight grin on her face, "Only about five people can come along with us, and the rest will be staying here to watch the house."

"Why does someone need to watch the house?" Kid Flash murmured.

Sam heard the concerned comment from the redhead and responded calmly, "Two reasons, actually. Danny's parent are ghosthunters, so of course we have a few ghostly enemies." She decided to opt out the fact that their enemies were far and few between now that they had made peace with most ghosts, "The other reason is that we should be having a couple of friends coming over who'll help in the search."

"But if they're going to help in the search," Superman spoke, "Then how would they not get radiation poisoning as well? Are they ghosts?"

Sam shook her head, thought for a moment, and then nodded her head, "Well, one of them is a ghost. The other is a ghost hunter, and she has a suit that allows her to travel the Ghost Zone freely. I suggest you don't cross either of them, seeing as they both could kick all your asses pretty quickly."

"Woah, wait wait wait." Flash stood up, waving his arms slightly, "Shouldn't they be enemies? I mean they're a ghost and a ghost hunter. I don't want to have to break a fight up in your home, Mrs. Fenton."

"Oh please, they rarely fight," Sam spoke, letting a smile form on her lips as she saw her husband rounding the corner of the hall, hanging up the phone, "They are married, after all. I don't think you could find two people who love each other more than those lovebirds."

Before anyone could question the subject of two supposed 'enemies' being married, Danny walked into the room, wrapping a hand around Sam's waist, "Everything's all set, and Tucker just sent the Speeder through the portal." Sam smiled; maybe they could find their kids sooner than she thought. Though she still wondered who would take their kids.

Not one of their ghostly allies, and now a days that narrows down many ghosts they know. Sure, Danny butts heads with some ghosts now and then, but not to the point that someone would take their children. Even now, Sam could see the anger that was behind Danny's eyes, concealed to everyone, but Sam has known Danny too long for him to hide emotions like that from her. Sam squeezed Danny's hand before a large crashing sound came from underneath them, shaking the entire house.

"Well, let's get going!"

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Lily hummed in contentment as the large monster-thing cradled her, feeding her fruit snacks from his long claws. James was rolling his eyes at the childish display, but smiled at the gentle look that came over Fantamo. Lily snatched another off of his claws, making the fanged figure laugh at the girl, before James quietly spoke to the beast, "So Fantamo, where are we going?"

The ghost didn't say anything for a moment before speaking, "Away from the humans. Away from the Observants. You need to be safe, my Little King."

Before James could ask what he meant, Lily jumped up and grabbed the ghost's large arm, swinging on it, "If James is a King, does that mean I can be the Queen?"

"Of course, my dear," Fantamo chuckled, the sound seeming to vibrate the air around them, "A King is nothing without his Queen." Lily cheered at the comment while James stuck his tongue out, momentarily forgetting the concern he had for being in the Ghost Zone instead of with his parents, "Now, before the environment shifts, we should get going. Do you wish to fly, or shall I carry you both?"

Lily looked contemplative for a moment before shyly answering, "Can I fly and hold your hand?"

The beast nodded, and a bright white light consumed the small child. Her white hair turned raven, her green eyes turned a swirling blue that consumed the entirety of her eyes. She looked more like her father in this form, minus the eyes, the bright glow around her, and the small pointy teeth in her mouth. She hovered about a foot in the air before nudging her older brother, prompting him to change to. She snorted at the boy earning herself a glare, "You look like a candy cane!"

"I do not look a candy cane, I look like candy corn." His white hair seemed to flicker in the ectoplasm surrounding them, and his bright yellow eyes looked almost catlike, slightly slanted as he looked away in embarrassment, "There's a difference. Besides, you look like Christmas threw up on you."

"Do not!" Lily cried, before looking down at herself and seeing the truth behind the words. The red shirt she had on turned dark green, and her striped tights wrapped around her in bright reds, making the now-white skirt stand out. She did look like Christmas threw up on her, "And since when did you have a ghost form? You could barely make rings around yourself last week!"

James took a startled step back, realizing the truth in her words. What did happen that had caused him to have such a transformation? Why didn't he realize the oddity that it was? The yellow eyes he sported weren't familiar to him, yet he felt that they were. His white hair felt even odder on his head, coming off in a sort of wisp, almost as if he was on fire. But it didn't feel hot to him; it felt like normal hair, which all in itself would've kept him distracted for hours. The cool rush of ectoplasm in his veins felt strange to him too, as if he had become hyper aware of what was in his body. Most of all, he felt cold, like really cold. But the normal bite that came with it was gone; it was comforting to him.

James looked curiously up at Fantamo, who was watching James' reaction with cautious eyes. James spoke slowly to make sure Fantamo understood everything he was saying, "Fantamo, did you… do something to me?"

"Yes," the elder ghost hastily admitted. It struck James as odd that he would speak so quickly, but he dismissed it, "You and I both needed to be stronger, my Little King, and I wished for your ghostly side to be strong as well. Is it not enough power for you? Do you need more?"

James held out his hands, "No no no! I'm fine, I was just um… wondering why you would do that? I mean, anyone could've saved you. I was just in the right place, I guess. Why would you want to do this with me?"

Lily jumped up and raised her hand, flying a few feet off the ground enthusiastically, "Oh! I know! It's because James is your little king!"

Fantamo paused for a moment, lost in the musings of the children. It wasn't difficult to fathom in his mind; his ruler had come to save him, so he would've done anything to show him thanks. He had seen his own death played out in front of him many times before, and to be rescued once by the Savior of the Ghost Zone, and another by the King was a huge honor to have, "You are right, my Little Queen. As your Knight, I am sworn to protect you both."

"If I'm king, Lily's queen, and you're the knight… Then we need to have a dragon!" James exclaimed, enjoying the game they were playing.

Fantamo merely tilted his head, confused at the statement, "Well I am certainly not taking you to Aragon, but Princess Dora may wish to pretend to be our dragon, if you wish." He knew the concept of royalty would pass over the children's heads, so it made sense to try and make this more of a game to them.

"No!" James shouted, his feet lifting up a few inches by himself, "Someone cool! From the Human Zone!" He flew forward shakily, not used to flying by himself as Lilith was, before landing on Fantamo's shoulders. He carefully avoided touching any of the ghost's eyes with his hands before speaking again, "Can you drop us off at the safe place you said and then get Superboy? OH! And M'gann; she likes to be the princess I save from the dragon!"

Fantamo gave another chuckle, "If it's what you wish, then I'll do anything, King James."

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yo whats up my party people it's Hate back from the dead haha

This chapter is dedicated to Panther4Life, who basically reminded me 'hey hate havent updated in awhile hmmm how bout dat' and without the reminder i would NOT have gotten another chapter out this soon

Basically right now I'm in three different orchestras, taking a college course for my senior year (last minute bullshit because my counselor hates me apparently), and have been sick on and off for the past few weeks.

Anyways, thanks for sticking with this story! ;w; this chapters short, but it's been a bit difficult to continue this bc I've just had very little creative juices for a bit lol

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