A.N. This is a oneshot addition. Please, don't expect a full blown sequel. I just really wanted to make this part.

"Hm, this place looks better on the booklet."

Danny wasn't quite sure what he had expected from the town in front of him. Maybe a bit cleaner place, but then again, it wasn't an always shining Olympus. He was standing near the sign saying 'Amity Park, a nice place to live'. From his divine point of view Phantom couldn't complain. No point in demanding everything from the mortals, but he was fine with all their flaws. Nature was not his domain, and all the litter on the grass near the road thus was not his concern. But tossing the bottle in the bin was not hard, so he did just that.

The cars were pulling by as he walked down the pavement to the town. Danny had discussed the matter with the most air-headed god of Olympus, and, after hard debates, Phantom convinced the guy that letting more creatures come out of his domain was too dangerous for the young demigods. Despite the fact that Zeus's own daughter fell victim to them, the old man was obviously distrustful of the upstart divine. Why would Phantom limit his influence over the mortal plane? There was no ulterior motive, Danny just wanted his relatives to be safe from the dangers. They were gods, taking care of their children was a piece of cake.

But he had to arrange with Hades as well. Phantom hadn't had a chance to talk this out yet. Danny could watch the gates to Tartarus, but the Underworld was his cousin's domain. Something told the young god that it wouldn't be easy. The poor guy was too bitter, even with his lovely helmet.

Nevertheless, here he was. Danny arrived to the town of Amity Park with only one aim - to close the unregistered gateway. He wished he could be the all seeing. But no, he couldn't even pinpoint a location. Phantom had to conduct an investigation, because his father decided to be playful. Honestly, Danny had other things to take care of, more important than pointlessly looking around. Spend time with his sweet child for example. He had to wrap it up as soon as possible.

Danny entered the town's border after walking down the hill. In his hand was the silver cane - his key to jumping wherever he wanted on a snap of the fingers. Or a swing of his hand. But the regal looking artifact demanded an according outfit. So he was dressed in a white shirt, with black pants, held by a black leather belt. On his feet were black gleaming shoes. He didn't like such clothes, but otherwise Danny would look ridiculous. His neon eyes were covered by sunglasses, his stark hair was still a mess. Nothing could be done about this one.

The sky was bright blue and absolutely clear, the weather was scorching hot in the entire state of Illinois. Phantom could cool down the air around him, thankfully. He could see the relief of the passers-by, who thought it was just a soft cool wind. Danny hoped that Zeus wouldn't start a storm just to strike him with lighting for Clockwork knows what time. It wasn't painful, but it was annoying as hell. But Phantom guessed that with Master bolt it wasn't going to be as petty as before.

Looking around, Danny saw the rows of oddly similar houses, nothing pretentious, but not poor either. Just your normal housing in a suburban area. It was almost boring, but then again, a month ago he had traveled around the entire country. A small town looked very bland compared to this. Sitting on a bench at the bus stop, Phantom resorted to his senses.

That scent. The entire city was overflowing with the otherworldly energy, and those people were simply living their lives without even knowing about the menace. They were lucky that Amity Park was a far stretch from New-York, where the potential prey of the beasts flocked. It was quicker for them to exit in much closer spots. Otherwise the entire city would be a ghost town, mystical disguise or not. And he had heard rumors about the strange creatures, so the place was not safe for living at all. Such concentration of energy made it impossible to pinpoint the exact spot to just come and close it. And going around asking 'Where is the portal to the mythical world of damnation is' was a no go either.

That complicated the matters. Maybe he should ask about some town stories, which probably had a real background. Yes, that would be best.

"Now, what is the place where I can do that..."

After muttering to himself, Phantom unfolded a map from his pocket. The town's administration REALLY wanted to attract more people, this booklet was cheap and the included map was very informative. As it turned out, the town had an attraction park, and a usual one. Both were admirably big, but didn't fulfill the purpose Phantom needed them to. He needed a place where all the gossips were concentrated. The biggest gossipers of them all were the elderly and the young. The first for the lack of other activities. The latter for their nosy nature. Jeez, Danny sounded like an old man himself. Then again, he was born barely after the fall of the Titans.

There was a shopping center. An only one, but fairly large, which was perfect for the young, helpless god. Phantom got up and decided to take a bus to the place. He stood near the metal rod holding the glass roof of the bus stop. People were curious about him, honestly, was that cane or the white hair? Danny couldn't put a finger on what exactly they found interesting. Why was he wearing sunglasses while being able to hide the unusual eyes? Because he felt like doing so.

Finally the old bus pulled to the place and Phantom groaned internally. Just peachy. The mayor should have taken care of transport, it was one of many faces of the town, which could leave an impression on the tourists. What was his name? Vlad Masters, if he had recalled correctly. The guy was also the richest man on Earth, and probably had his reasons to move into gods forsaken town. Sitting on the seat in the back of the bus, Danny let himself wonder. The only Vlad he knew was Plasmius - a huge nuisance in his backside. That ghost always let his arrogance cloud his better judgement. To challenge a god - one cannot be so stupid. Not that he knew about his opponent's immortality...But he did help Danny ascend to his current post.

However, the pondering was immediately stopped once through the doors emerged an old lady, causing a flashback in Danny's mind. The same velvet dress, lace gloves and knit hat. The same face. And this time she did not linger, coming straight to him. Phantom remained calm, knowing that she would not attack him now. Not when there was little she could do. The lady sat near Danny, and the stark haired teen didn't even look to the side.

"Hello, Alecto," He greeted as if he wasn't talking to one of the dreaded Kindly Ones. "Was there something you needed?"

"Lord Hades sends a message," Alecto responded.

That sparked Phantom's interest. "Really now? What is it?"

"He seeks to settle the issues and discuss the common problems with your domains being so close to each other."

Danny smirked. "Oh, that is nice of him. What's the date, though? Wouldn't want to visit my cousin in improper time."

She was a bit surprised at how easily the boy took the invitation.

"You will have to arrange this yourself," Alecto said in her raspy old voice. "The time arrangement is not of the essence. But Lord Hades wants to be done with it as soon as possible."

"I'll be free on Sunday. Tell him that and ask if he will be free at that time. If not, I'll just send a message myself."

The Fury nodded and stared away, waiting for the next stop. The bus shook from time to time, bumping into obstacles on the road. Danny shifted back in his seat, which looked like Jackson Pollock got drunk and drew the pattern for the soft part of it. Nothing unusual about that.

"Why the old lady, though?" He asked, changing the topic and smirking. "Mrs Dodds looked better, not to offend."

She didn't seem much eager to speak more than Hades had ordered her. Phantom sighed, but he was yet to receive a denial of conversation, which was enough for his chatty mouth.

"Quite a strange ordeal," he noted. "Brings back memories. Sorry for what happened back there, but you did try to kill us."

"Are you actually apologizing right now?" Alecto asked incredulously.

"Well, yes. It was all a misunderstanding, so why would I need to be angry? That's your job, but then again, I am Lord of Tartarus."

The weather outside was going to get worse. Danny had seen the dark clouds on a distance, they were slowly creeping closer.

"Too soft for your own good."

"Oh, you haven't seen Walker's prison," Danny mumbled, tapping on the silver head of his cane. "Some renegades would wish to be sent under your tender 'care'. That's why I never bring Ellie with me there."

Finally the bus stopped. It was Alecto's stop. She got up, but as she was about to exit, Danny called for her, making the fury turn to him.

"Tell Hades I'm sorry about that mess in his domain I've done."

The old lady snorted and left the bus. The people around, as usual, were unaware of the main point of the conversation. For them, it was a mere polite conversation between a senior woman and a teenage boy. Danny loved the Mist, it always came in handy. Phantom leaned back, the entire back row was at his disposal. Maybe he should have taken a bike, but Danny could bear the public transport, his pride wasn't that big.

A few stops later it was time for Phantom to step out of the bus, paying for his ride. He took a look at the mall. Nothing out of ordinary, modern looking, with glass roof and outside signs of the shops inside. A parking spot was filled with greenery. Danny continued his path, whistling a tune under his nose. Ah, he loved walking among mortals so much. He hadn't had much experience before. But he felt so smug around them, because he was something far different from what they had thought of him.

Entering the mall, Phantom was greeted by the cool wind of conditioner and a strong smell of food. A court was nearby, Danny decided. And that's exactly where he went. He wasn't interested in the shops, there were malls even in Tartarus/Ghost Zone. Capitalism got even there. Well, the souls of traders had to indulge themselves into something, so why not? And the quality of goods was on adequate level. But Danny did see some pretty shoes and T-shirts on his way.

Finally Phantom made it to the place. It was filled to the brim with people. Figures, there weren't many places to go to. And it was still summer, so there was also plenty of free time for the audience Danny sought. But another problem appeared, he didn't know how to instigate the conversation on the required topic. But then his stomach begged to be filled. He wouldn't die because of food deprivation, but no need to remain without it for no reason. Besides, he wanted to try the fast food. He hadn't had enough time on his journey to enjoy all its sorts.

Phantom took food from the small branch of the Nasty Burger series. He had seen a full blown building of the fast food restaurant. Danny just liked its name, so he had probably got caught in the advertising policy. Guilty. He bought a stereotypical set, consisting of a burger, a set of fries and coke. With a credit card he may have borrowed from the Lotus hotel. Danny took a spare seat and got eating, careful not to sully his perfectly clean clothes.

He actually enjoyed his meal. Despite the name it was very good. As he was sipping from the big cup, Phantom listened for the surroundings. Mostly it was gibberish on the casual topics. Boring. But then Danny caught something from one of the tables.

"You can't be serious."

"I mean it, Tucker," a female voice sounded. "I saw a ghost yesterday."

Phantom choked slightly on his drink.

He half turned their way, looking at the two with the edge of his right eye. There were two teens, about his age. One was a dark skinned guy in yellow hoodie and a red cap, with glasses over his green eyes. Danny was somehow reminded of Grover. Maybe it was the ridiculous choice of attire, or maybe the geeky air around him. In Grover's case this very air was a facade, but this time it must be honest. He was holding a PDA in his hand, at the same time watching and listening to his companion.

Just looking at he made Danny freeze. Ancients, she was beautiful. She was dressed in a black tank top with a purple circle on the chest, black and green skirt, with purple stockings beneath. And golly, that combat boots of hers could stamp any beast from Phantom's domain. She must have been a goth. But it was her face which caught his attention the most. Her features were soft, her lips were coated in dark purple lipstick. The girl's eyes were of vibrant lilac color, and Danny couldn't help but stare at her dark beauty. Shaking his head, he continued to listen.

"I will probably regret asking, but where?" Tucker asked.

"It's that old warehouse near the coast. You know, which is rumored to be haunted?"

"Sam, do I even want to know what you were doing there at night?"

"Just going back from that club I like. That poetry evening was long," the girl, Sam, continued dryly. "Anyways, I heard some noise from the inside, so I decided to take a look. I climbed and looked through the window atop. There was a ghost - small, blue, but glowing."

Danny was interrupted from his eavesdropping by a mall worker, who asked if he could take away the emptied tray. Phantom just agreed dismissively, forgetting that it wasn't one of his servants. The guy muttered something about his pathetic life and cat exam, whatever that thing was. Poor fellow, Phantom absentmindedly put a hundred dollars bill in his pocket. He was hellishly rich, after all. Maybe Danny was also a latent god of pity, who knew. The teen returned to his observations. Sadly he had missed a part of the conversation of the two teens.

Maybe he should make a move, Danny decided. Ask directly. He hadn't noticed how he wasn't even trying to hide his interest, staring at them. But he noticed what followed. Some well built jock in a red jacket approached their table, along with a companion of his own. A stupid grin on his face told Danny that nothing good was going to come out of the situation. And as if he had received his father's powers, he guessed it just right. The blonde put his hands on their table, making it shake.

"Hello there, geeks, haven't expected to see ya here," he said in a voice which made Danny want to punch him in the face.

School bully, he rolled his neon eyes. Well, won't be the first one he had encountered.

"And why so, Dash?" Sam asked sarcastically. "I'm surprised you still CAN see through the shine of your ego."

Danny smirked, he liked her more and more. For a while he was going to stay back, Phantom was interested to see where it would go. Tucker wasn't that brave, squirming just a little bit under the narrowed gaze of the jock.

"We are just enjoying our time," he said timidly.

"I have been bored without my favorite punching bag," Dash laughed, cracking his knuckles. "How am I going to live till the end of the summer without it? You know, I saw a very pretty trash bin on the way here..."

"Yes, there must be a reason you seek trash bins so much."

Everyone looked to the side, seeing another boy appear out of nowhere. Danny was grinning from ear to ear.

"I haven't been here before, but is situation with food so bad?" He asked. "I can give you money. You need to eat properly."

"What did you say, twerp?" Dash growled.

He was confused who the hell that kid was. Danny wasn't the tiniest big shorter than him. But his muscles weren't as bulky, so it fooled Dash into thinking that the stark haired kid was weaker than him. Such naivety.

"Elliot?" Sam asked in confusion.

Danny raised his eyebrow. "I believe you mistook me for someone else, Miss. We haven't been acquainted yet, but please wait just a bit."

His politeness was surprising to her. Hopefully it wasn't some snobbish sort Sam's parents were all too familiar with.

"Look," Phantom leaned on his cane. Something in his voice made everyone listen closely. "You better leave now. No need to start troubles here in front of everyone."

"Who are you to boss me? Do you know who I am?"

"A snobbish brat who thinks too high of himself?" Danny pretended to really think hard, which made Tucker and Sam snicker quietly. But they were worried what would happen. "Believe me, you are yet to impress me."

"Oh, yeah?"

"Yes," Danny stated bluntly.

"Then how about we meet outside and solve this like men? Or are you chickening?"

"I have more important things to do," Phantom said in a bored tone. "Honestly, you will not be able to get to the stairs without slipping on your shoelaces. Why bother?"

"Oh, so you are chickening," Dash smirked. "C'mon, Kwan, it got boring anyway."

To be honest, there was something about the guy which unnerved the jock. He couldn't say what exactly, but a shiver was going down his spine.

"Thanks for stepping in, dude," Tucker said and breathed a sigh. "Dash and his henchmen are so annoying."

"I can tell," Danny said in amusement. "But as I said..."

A loud yelped followed. The people looked and saw that Dash had tripped into his friend and both of them fell on the table, flipping the food on their heads. Danny smirked. The shoelaces were indeed loose.

"He is not worth the effort," he finished. "Mind if I sit here?"

"Of course," Tucker beamed. "Right, Sam?"

"Oh, yes, you can," Sam responded, snapping out of the observation.

She was just thinking about something, and Danny noticed this.

"So," he began. "I am Daniel. But I would ask you to call me Danny."

"Oh, I am Tuck..."

"Tucker and Sam," Danny chuckled. "Couldn't help but overhear your conversation. Forgive my intrusion."

"Are you always talking like that?" Tucker asked, clearly not bothered by the latter part.

"Nope," Danny popped a 'p'. "I just get a lot from my father. Being polite will never hurt."

"So, if you have overheard..." Sam got his attention, saying this without enthusiasm. "What do you think?"

"About what?" Phantom asked innocently. "Ghosts? I have seen plenty myself, why would I judge?"

That got the girl's interest, which made the stark haired teen smile inwardly. He was glad that their fields of interests crossed, albeit in a different way.

"You did?" Sam asked.

"Why, yes. I've got plenty of stories. My specialty is ghosts, otherwise my last name wouldn't be Phantom."

"Really? That's your last name?" The girl said dryly.

"From the day I was born. My family is quite old, I dare say that we originate from ancient Greece. And boy, are we a huge and dysfunctional family," Danny laughed at some inward joke.

"What do you mean?" Tucker asked.

"Oh, these are things I'm not going to share."

Yeah, try to explain that some of his relatives practiced rape and incest at some point. They don't do it now, probably affected by cultural changes. Only cheating remained. Besides, Phantom didn't want to be zapped again here of all places. Although Zeus had to have something to do but pester him with this thing.

Sam and Tucker meanwhile exchanged glances. Hopefully it was nothing serious. After all, Danny seemed to be very nice.

"And where are you from, Danny?"

"Huh. I don't have a constant place in this country."

"Are you a foreigner?" Asked Sam, somewhat apprehensively.

"You can say that...and why such reaction?"

"There just has been one jerk," Tucker began.

"He claimed to be a Hungarian. Faking accent and all that. All he told me was a lie," the goth said bitterly, not fond of the memory at all.

"And his name is Elliot and he looks like me, am I right?" Phantom smirked.

He received nods.

"Well, this guy will get what's coming to him eventually," Danny stretched his shoulders.

Why did it sound so ominous?

"Let's change the topic from this loser," he grinned. "What was that about ghosts?"

"If you wanted to find them, this is the place you need," Sam shrugged nonchalantly. "We basically got used to this by now."

"Yeah, on this rate Fentons are going to be rich."

Danny laughed. Oh, the irony.

"Ah, D, you sure have father's sight," he said, probably hoping that somehow he overheard this.

His new friends just looked curiously at him. Seeing this, Phantom beamed again.

"Ah, it's just I was once called this last name by mistake. Anyways, who are these Fentons?"

"Ghost hunters. They invent a lot of stuff to defend against them."

Sam took out a bracelet. "Can you imagine? This thing can ward them off with a zap of electricity."

To say that Danny was impressed would be a huge understatement. If the thing worked, of course. For mortals to create something to really defend against the beings of otherworldly nature...it also made him wary. Just to what extent did this go? He had to pay their family a visit one day. It may concern his cousins as well. These people weren't supposed to meet the creatures in the first place.

"And where do they live?"

Somehow it made the others laugh. "Just look for the building which looks like a UFO has crash landed there."

Danny decided not to press into it. He would find a place. Before he could ask another question, his phone rang. Seeing who that was, Phantom instantly smiled softly. His friends thought it was somewhat...fatherly. It made him look older, actually.

"Yes...hello, kiddo, how are you...I'm fine, Ellie, why do you call? Oh, don't worry, I'll be home in no time. I know, I miss you, too. I'll call you later, just you wait, okay?" Danny chuckled. "Alright, bye, baby girl."

He ended the call.

"Who was that?"

"Ellie. My six years old little sister. She is the sweetest girl there is."

Danny smiled lovingly, before grunting slightly, sitting in a more comfortable position.

"Am I not holding you back?" He asked politely. "You probably have something else to do."

"Well we did want to go to the ci..."

Tucker was nudged by Sam. She looked at Danny apologetically, but he spoke first.

"That's alright. I have to go myself, enjoy your movie."

Everyone got up from their seats, walking to the open and more breathable area.

"It was nice meeting you, Danny," Sam smiled.

"Yeah, dude. We should hang out more," smirked Tucker. "You are going to stay here, right?"

"For a while. And yes, I'll be hanging here for a while. I have a job to do."

"Do you need number?"

"No need," Danny smirked enigmatically, turning around. "I will find you when needed."

With that he went off, he had a place to visit. Sam just looked him disappear behind the corner. She liked the guy.