A/N: This is just something I had to get off my chest. Don't kill me please.

Disclaimer: I'm not a brilliant man who made Danny Phantom. Me no owney. Any of it, other then the idea in this oneshot. Back off lawsuits!

Lesson

In the late hour of 2:30, a loud ruckus was heard.

"Back off Skulker! I'm really not in the mood!" The young hybrid shouted, firing an ecto-blast at his robotic foe. For the fifth night in a row, Skulker had shown up, awaking the troubled teenager to engage in another useless fight. It had started to wear on his nerves, his grades had fallen into the toilet, he was always tired, bruised and beaten. Danny didn't even have the patience to engage in a contest of witty banter anymore.

"Which is why I'm in the mood, whelp!" the ghost yelled back, firing rockets at his foe, still wanting his wall-hanging.

Danny sprung into action, twisting and diving to avoid being hit, but one smashed into him, flinging him into the near-by apartment building. In turn, bricks fell from the building and smashed into a parked car, turning on the loud car alarm. "Great. More things I'll get blamed for" he moaned, and set his neon-green eyes once again on the 'Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter' The half-ghost sped towards him, purposely running into him.

"So now the prey comes too the Hunter. How cute..WHAT?" he mocked, before noticing his armor had ice creeping onto it. Then the suctioning force of the blue beam sucked the ghost into his soupy prison.

"If he shows up again, I'm going to lose it." Danny moaned to himself, then froze as a ecto-blast whizzed past his head, and whirled around "What was? Oh great."

"Stop right there Ghost Punk!" Jack Fenton exclaimed, hopping out of his Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle, with Maddie right behind him "Your days of terrorizing the town are over!"

The stress, lack of sleep, and total anger that had built up over the days finally got to Danny. He snapped. He glared at his father and let his pent up frustration come out "Terrorizing? THAT'S what you call HELP around here!" he growled "If it wasn't for me, You'd. Be. DEAD! So would a lot of others! So why don't you just leave me ALONE!"

"No, we would have a nice ghost-free city. And that man's car wouldn't be smashed." The female ghost-hunter countered, priming her gun to fire

"So it's my fault that I get thrown into a building?"

"Yes it is! If you just stayed in the Ghost-Zone where you belong, none of this would have happened" She pointed to smashed windows and burn marks on the pavement, all signs of ghost fights.

"You think you can handle this yourselves? Fine! I'll stop helping. And when the town is in disarray and you are begging for my help, I'll laugh and watch you suffer!" The hybrid said scathingly, quickly moving to the side to dodge another ecto-blast. "Good bye and Good riddance!" he vanished, and invisibly flew back to FentonWorks.

Maddie lowered her gun, doing a quick scan to see if the ghost-boy was still around, but couldn't find him. "Do you think Phantom was telling the truth?" she asked, mostly to herself.

Jack patted his wife's arm and shook his head "No way. You know ghosts, they lie to trick us. We can handle ourselves."

Dp Dp Dp

He was wrong. A week went by, and the Hunters were starting to feel the stress. Ghost after Ghost would come, and with no Phantom around to stop them, it just became ten times harder. Even worse, Danny refused to speak to them. When they entered a room, he left. More of his time was spent at Sam's or Tucker's. He'd rather do homework then speak to them. Jazz assured them it was just a phase, but it was unsetting all the same.

Two weeks after that, and they were the living dead. They had no time, Danny still wouldn't talk to them, and the Ghost were causing even more trouble then ever. They sagged to the floor of their lab, full of melted and broken ecto-weapons. Most of them had been melted, vaporized or now refused to work. "Phantom was right. We need help." Maddie sighed, then quickly looked up, hearing a small laugh.

"Told you I'd laugh." Phantom sighed, looking at the exhausted ghost-hunters "But I don't feel good about it. Need a hand?" He put out his white-gloved hand, and both Maddie and Jack took it, ready to try again.

The End

That's it. I feel better now. Before the ending was…harsher. But I changed my mind.

So. Hate it? Liked it? Wish I'd never been born? I want to know. Please review!

-Phantom Shade