Summary: Title stinks. Danny and the freshman class take a field trip to New York City. But what happens when the North Atlantic Current begins to change? Rated for scenes of peril, character death, and mild romance.

Welcome to my brand new fanfic! For those of you who have seen the movie "The Day After Tomorrow", it's one of my favorites, and this fic will be very similar to it. It'll just be in a Danny Phantom way.

Alright, let's get moving! I don't own Danny Phantom or The Day After Tomorrow.

The Phantom Storm

The world was very complex. It was also very fragile. Around the world, there were different types of climates. Some were warm year round, some were cold year round.

But for years, due to the burning of fossil fuels on Earth, the average temperature of the Earth had increased a little. Because of this, the polar ice caps were starting to melt a little.

Currently, three climatologists were down in Antarctica, inspecting one of the ice shelves.

Currently two of them were working with a drill to inspect the inside of the ice. One of them, Steve, had only worked the drill a few times. Mark, his partner, had more experience and was showing him how.

Mark asked Steve, "Do you see how it's done?"

Steve nodded, "Uh-huh. I got the hang of it."

Mark replied, "You better. Otherwise boss will chew my head off if the cores get messed up."

"Don't worry," Steve reassured him, "Everything will be fine."

Mark left Steve to work the drill and went inside their high-tech camp. Also inside there was their boss, Fredrick Fenton, Jack Fenton's brother.

Fredrick was about two years older than Jack, so there wasn't much of an age difference. Fredrick had always thought his brother to be a bit of an oddball, with his belief in ghosts. Fredrick was more of the realistic type. He was always fascinated in weather and climates, so he had become a climatologist before Jack's son Danny was even born. They kept in touch over the phone, but not too much because Fredrick was away on business a lot.

"We're at twenty-six feet," said Mark.

"You let Steve operate the drill?" asked Fredrick questionably.

"Yeah, he can handle it," said Mark.

Steve appeared to be handling the drill quite well. The drill was going into the ice very smoothly.

Just then, a few portions of the ice began to crack. Steve didn't notice this until the ground started rumbling around him.

Inside, Fredrick and Mark were beginning to feel the rumbling as well. Fearing something bad, they ran out the door and looked over to Steve.

Steve turned to them and shouted, "I didn't do anything!"

After about a second, the ice surrounding Steve suddenly sunk into the ground. Fredrick and Mark ran over to Steve. They knew the ice could break downward and plunge into the freezing ocean below.

"Give me your hand!" shouted Fredrick, "Let go of the drill!"

Steve quickly grabbed Fredrick's hand. At that moment the ice began to break and fall downward. Fredrick and Mark helped pull Steve up to safety.

Fredrick looked across the big gap. A few important pipes were still there. He took a few steps back…

"Forget about it, Fredrick!" shouted Mark, "It's too late!"

Fredrick ignored him and ran to the gap. He jumped as far as he could and landed on the other side. He picked up the pipes and turned around. Since he was carrying something now it would be more difficult, coupled with the arctic gear he was wearing.

"You're not gonna make it!" Mark shouted to him.

Fredrick took a deep breath, then ran to the gap and jumped with everything he had. He only just made it back. He handed the pipes to Mark.

Just as he did, the ice Fredrick was standing on suddenly broke, and he started to fall. He was able to get a grappling hook onto one portion of the icy cliff before falling.

Fredrick looked down. As Mark had said, they were twenty-six feet up. If he fell, death was likely.

"Fredrick!" shouted Mark, "Give me your hand!"

Fredrick grunted and reached his free hand up to Mark. Mark grabbed him and pulled him up. Steve helped out as Fredrick finally made up to safety.

"What were you thinking?" shouted Mark as Fredrick lied down to rest.

"What's happening?" asked Steve.

"The whole entire shelf is breaking off!" yelled Mark, "That's what's happening."

Indeed, that's exactly what was happening as the crack in the ice began to spread out for miles.

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"What we have found locked somewhere in these ice cores is evidence of a cataclysmic climate shift which occurred approximately ten thousand years ago."

Fredrick was now in a global warming conference in New Delhi, India. It was just a few days after his ordeal in Antarctica.

"The concentration of these greenhouse gases contained in the ice cores indicates that runaway warming pushed the planet into an Ice Age which lasted at least two hundred years."

One of the foreigners turned on his microphone and began to speak a foreign language. The American interpreter behind him said, "I'm confused. I thought you were talking about global warming, not an Ice Age."

Fredrick nodded, "Yes, it is a little confusing, but global warning can trigger a cooling trend. Allow me to explain."

He walked over to a computer model of the world, with arrows in the ocean models that represented the currents. He said, "The northern hemisphere owes its warm temperate to the North Atlantic current. Heat from the sun arrives at the equator, and the ocean carries it north. But global warming is melting the polar ice caps and disrupting this flow. Because of this disruption, eventually it will shut down. And when that occurs, there goes the warm climate."

One of the people at the table at the conference asked Fredrick, "Excuse me. When do you think this could happen, professor?"

Fredrick shrugged, "I really don't know. Maybe in a hundred years, maybe in a thousand. But one thing I do know is that if we do not act soon, it is our children, and our grandchildren who will be forced to pay the price."

Also among the people at the conference was the Vice President of the U.S., Bob Richardson. He turned on his microphone and said, "And who will pay the price of the Kyoto Accord? It will cost the world's economy hundreds of billions of dollars."

Fredrick sighed, "With all do respect, Mr. Vice President, the cost of doing nothing at all could be even higher. Our climate is fragile. According to the current rate we are burning fossil fuels, the ice caps could soon disappear."

Richardson said, "Professor…Fenton. Our economy is just as fragile as the environment. Maybe it's best for you to keep that in mind before making incredible claims."

Fredrick answered back, "Well, the last chunk of ice that broke off was around the size of the state of Rhode Island. I believe some may call that pretty incredible."

There were chuckles around the room, while Richardson looked annoyed at the comment. One who looked interested was an elderly man representing Scotland.

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Outside a little while later, a huge crowd was chanting, "Stop global warming! Stop global warming!"

A news broadcaster was currently on the scene. He started speaking into a camera, "I am here at the global warming conference in New Delhi, where, if you can really believe it, it's snowing. The coldest weather in the city's record has thrown the city into chaos."

Indeed, it was snowing. This was very odd because New Delhi was at about the same latitude as the state of Florida.

Currently, the conference was over and Fredrick was trying to hail a taxi to take him to the airport. He shouted, "Taxi!" a few times, but because people were trying to get out of the snow, they were all full and passed by.

The interested man from Scotland walked up to Fredrick and said, "I really enjoyed your testimony, professor. I found it very spirited."

Fredrick smiled, "Well, thank you. That's what we're here for, right? To put on a good show."

He nodded, "Quite. I was wandering if I could talk to you about abrupt climate shift. The name's Peterson. Roy Peterson."

Fredrick looked surprised. "Professor Peterson of the Hedland Center?"

"That's me," Peterson answered with a smile.

"I've read your work on ocean currents."

"What do you say to a spot of tea?"

"Oh, of course. Well, if we can hail a cab."

"Oh," said Peterson as he put his bag down and whistled very loudly. A taxi across the street stopped. Peterson picked his bag up again and ran to the taxi, "Over here." Fredrick followed, looking impressed.

Pretty interesting, isn't it? Well, for now, not too much. Sorry Danny and the gang haven't been shown yet, they'll appear likely in the next chapter. Review, and it'll be up soon!