This story is brought to you courtesy of Emerald Wolf 915.

Emerald made a challenge that just looked golden to me and so I am takin' it up.

For a draft of what this challenge is, word for word, check out Emerald's page.

For now I'll simply state that I do not own Danny Phantom or inFamous.

-: Chapter One:-

A strange tingle went up Danny's spine as he walked with his girlfriend and best friend through the Historic district of Empire City. This tingle was followed by a visible pulse of blue that shorted out all of the electrical devices in the district, and possibly the city, and that was almost immediately followed by screams of pain and terror.

As they turned to look in the direction of the noise, Tucker and Sam moving to provide cover for Danny to transform into the hero/villain of Amity Park, the sky darkened. The light seemed to drain into one point near the tallest building in the city. This light, pulsating and growing very rapidly, set Danny on edge.

It was instinct alone that had him throwing his friends to the ground and throwing up the strongest Ecto-shield he could possibly manage. After four years straight of life and death battles, discovering his limits, overcoming them, and dealing with high school Danny's shield was a work of art. Vlad was incapable of penetrating it on his best day. He knew that through experience.

But this... pulse was something else. It certainly wasn't ectoplasmic in origin.

He watched, almost in slow motion due to the adrenaline flowing heavily through his veins as the pulsing sphere of energy grew ever closer, touching and vaporizing person after person. It was horrid.

A part of him in the back of his mind screamed out Jazz's name, remembering that she was supposed to be meeting them here not long after they arrived. But, as the pulse made contact with his shield and an electric shock began to wreak havoc on his body, changing it ever so slightly, he knew that if he let down that shield Sam and Tucker would die. He'd just have to pray that Jazz had been held up in her office.

The pulse reacted oddly with the ecto-shield, not that Danny could tell with his eyes closed in intense pain. The pure energy all around, at all sides of the shield, was... not weakening it, but rippling it. It was beginning to make it into a miniature pulse of it's own.

When the sphere of energy eventually reversed it's movement it did so with great effect. The shield imploded on the three friends, ectoplasm tinged with the overcharge of energy from the pulse splashing into his friend and girlfriend, sending them into convulsions of screaming pain.

It was over in the span of few seconds, from the EM pulse that cut off the technology to the point where Danny's shield imploded, but those short seconds would change their lives, and the world, forever.

Fighting off the pain and the fatigue, Danny moved to his friends. He saw that Sam had curled into a ball, the pain actually causing tears to form in the corner of her eyes. That was... well, impressive to say the least. There were very few things he'd known to make Sam cry. Pain had never been one of those things. Until then that is.

Tucker wasn't faring much better. He actually looked a little worse in fact. He was moaning loudly in pain and tears were already making trails down his face.

Luckily they were both conscious. He'd carry them if he had to, but, with the strain he could feel on his body already from just withstanding the blast, he really didn't want to have to.

"Sam," he said, his voice strained with the burning agony spreading through his limbs, "Tucker, we need to get up. We need to go find help." He first went to his girlfriend, pulling her up and to her feet. She was a little haggard and obviously feeling no better than Danny, but she was able to maintain her footing, if a bit slouched.

When Danny's hand made contact with her arm he was surprised by how warm she was. Compared to him, with his unnaturally low body temperature of seventy five point two degrees, she was always warm, but this was something else, she was burning up like she had a hell of a fever. If she wasn't standing there, taking deep breaths to steady herself, Danny would think she was almost to the point of cooking from the inside out.

"What happened?" she asked as Danny walked over to his black friend and began to lift him up as well.

"I'm not sure," Danny said. Tucker was actually a bit out of it. He was conscious, but didn't quite seem all there yet. Danny slung Tuck's arm mover his shoulder and continued speaking to Sam, "There was some kind of explosion, but it was... weird."

"Ghost weird?"

"No, it was something else," he began moving towards the Neon District. That was where Jazz's apartment was and, hoping against hope, maybe she was still there.

As they approached the Neon they came across the blast crater.

"Oh my god," Sam breathed out.

Tucker, who by this time was able to walk by himself, looked over it all, "What in the world happened?"

Danny walked up to the lip of the impact zone. He ducked back down immediately and turned to his two friends, motioning for them to get down. They ducked down and approached him.

"What's going on?"

"I'm not sure, but it doesn't look good," Danny turned around and looked over the edge of the crater, "There's some guy wearing some kind of weird tech standing over another guy in the middle of the crater. I dunno what he's doin', but he doesn't look like a paramedic to me." He turned back to the two of them, "You guys stay down I'm gonna go check this out." Reluctantly the other two agreed, if only for the fact that they knew Danny could take care of himself if the worst came to worst.

By the time Danny stood up though the guy in white was gone, leaving only the guy in yellow and black clothes, burns and scrapes all over his body laying there.

"He's gone," Danny told them, and thus the three of them made their way down to the fallen man.

"Is he..." Tucker pulled a thumb across his neck to avoid actually saying dead.

"No," the halfa leaned down and slapped the guy a couple times, "Hey, pal, wake up!"

The guy coughed a couple times and groaned before waking up. He opened his brown eyes and looked up into Danny's face, "What-"

"No time, something exploded. It's not safe here. Can you walk on your own?"

A cursory examination of himself, and the man nodded.

"I'm Danny, this is my girlfriend, Sam, and my best friend Tucker," He gestured to himself the single girl of the group and Tucker in turn as he helped the man to his feet.

"Cole, Cole McGrath."

"Let's save the pleasantries for some other time, for now let's just get the hell out of here," Sam said. Looking around it was easy to see that they couldn't get back out the way they came in.

At that point a helicopter came from over head, telling them to get to the bridge to Neon. It then turned to yell at a person lurking around in the parking garage right near by.

"Hey," Tucker pointed out, "We can get to the garage. That'll open up right onto the bridge."

They looked to each other, then nodded.

Danny led the way, Cole directly behind him, then Sam, followed by Tucker. They were careful to avoid the parts of the ground still glowing an angry red with heat that would undoubtedly sear the skin off their bones.

Just as they climbed up onto a bus that would serve as a ramp out of this crater Cole got a call.

"Cole? You there? C'mon, man, pick up! " A slightly accented voice came over Cole's phone, just loud enough for all four to hear.

"Zeke? What's going on? I think there was an explosion..." as Cole spoke to his friend over the phone they kept moving, cars not destroyed by the original explosion were blowing up now due to the intense heat.

"No shit, there was an explosion! TV says terrorists are blowin' shit up all over the place. You gotta to get to the Freemont bridge, I'll meet you there, " Zeke said to him over the phone.

"We'll see you there," Cole said back and the call was ended.

Just about then the four of them made it into the garage, Danny still in the lead. Cole had fallen behind. Then something odd happened.

Cole passed in front of the sparking electrical equipment, just like the other three, but unlike them the pure electricity jumped out of the sparing wires and began to drain into his body. The biggest surprise, other than the fact that this didn't immediately kill the heavily injured man was that it didn't even hurt him.

If Cole didn't know better he'd even say that he felt a little better for being shocked.

"You okay," Danny called over to him. He was wary about getting closer and getting zapped himself.

"Yeah," Cole said lowly, looking at his hands in disbelief, then repeated it louder, "Yeah."

They proceeded to make their way out of the garage more carefully, sometimes just barely managing to avoid minor explosions from the cars still in what was left of it.

After a short few minutes that seemed to take forever, the four of them made it down to street level.

Seeing the bridge so nearby lifted their spirits. They sprinted as fast as they could to what could be called their light of hope.

A few police cars were parked nearby, some people laying on the street injured, the cops obviously protecting them should the terrorists show back up and decide to take out the wounded for whatever reason they chose to.

A... thick man in gold sunglasses and with a hair style reminiscent of Elvis was waving energetically at Cole, yelling for him to make his way back across the bridge.

Suddenly bolts of lightning began to rain down from the sky. One took out one of the cop cars, killing the man standing next to it. Someone screamed that the terrorists were attacking again.

Cole took a step forward and got struck directly by a bolt. Unlike the surge in the garage, this one hurt like hell.

Danny grabbed the man by the arm after the bolt stopped, "Sam, Tuck, get across the bridge!" After shouting that order and seeing the two obey he slung McGrath over his shoulder in a fireman's carry and began to follow them at a good clip.

Lightning continued to rain down around them, burning holes in the bridge, blowing up cars, killing people. So far the three of them had been lucky not to be hit. Though it seemed the bolts were getting ever closer to striking Cole again.

Then something happened that nearly destroyed Danny's spirit.

Sam had stayed closer to him, worried almost to the point of stupidity for her overly heroic boyfriend, and was caught in the fiery blast of a car exploding beneath a bolt of electricity.

"SAM!" Danny screamed. He knew there was no way his girl could survi-

As quickly as the fire appeared it began to disappear. It was odd because it was flowing downwards. A split second later would reveal a scene Danny would never forget.

Sam, cringing away from the source of the explosion, absorbed the flames and heat into her pale skin, giving her a kind of heavily tanned look.

Unfortunately, with all the chaos still going on around them, they didn't have time to rejoice. Danny shifted his hold on Cole and shouted, "MOVE! MOVE! MOVE!" And began to sprint ever harder for the other side of the bridge.

They made it across only a few seconds later, and the exact moment Danny lay his foot down on the street of the Neon, another bolt, bigger and more powerful than all the others, struck Cole and then him, causing the two guys to scream in pain.

Cole took the brunt of the hit, but Danny got his own share of the Electric charge. The two of them fell over, no longer in the world of the conscious, the very last thing Danny saw was the fat man lifting up Sam, who had finally collapsed not long after he and Cole did, before moving towards the two of them, Tucker already over one shoulder.

-: Flare Pistol :-

Over the next two days Danny drifted in and out of consciousness, seeing the world for brief moments before being knocked back out by the overwhelming pain. The first glimpse he had saw a the fat man, Zeke he assumed, sitting next to another bed reading a magazine and Same sitting at the end of his bed. Her hair had been let down out of it's normal style and cut short, giving her a tomboyish look.

The next glimpse showed Zeke still there, but at the foot of the other bed was a pretty nurse with short brown hair who looked to be in emotional turmoil as she looked at partially burnt photo while whispering to the person in the other bed.

Most of the times he woke up was at night when there was nothing but a dark room and the steady beep of two EKG machines monitoring his heart beat and the other person's. He guessed it was Cole. Zeke had no other reason that he could think of to come to this room so often.

When Danny finally woke up for good the room was full.

Tucker and Sam were at the foot of his bed with a face that relieved him to see almost as much as Sam's.

"Jazz," Danny breathed out, "You're okay?"

The flame haired woman nodded, and she wiped tears of relief away from her eyes as she and his two friends swarmed him in a group hug. He tenderly moved his arms, that still ached a little from the incident just a couple days ago, and wrapped them around the three of them.

Sam proceeded to whisper into his ear, the warm breath from her words tickling him slightly, "Soon as we get back to Jazz's we've got something to show you," Tucker nodded at this. Then, whispering even lower so only Danny could hear, "When it's just the two of us..." Danny blushed at her promise.

Their group hug was interrupted by the pretty nurse from one of the black haired young man';s lucid periods.

"Danny was it?"

Tucker, Jazz, and Sam pulled up and off of him to give him a clear view of the woman.

"Yeah?"

"Thank you," she said with sincerity, "Thank you for bringing Cole back to me."

Danny nodded to her. He wanted to say something to her, but he didn't know of anything that would get the message across without sounding cheap.

Having said her piece she walked back over to McGrath's bed, sat down in a foldable chair, and took his hand into her own.

Danny watched all this and felt a little depressed. Just how many people had he failed to bring back to someone?

A sharp pinch on one cheek brought a yelp of pain from him. He turned a glare on his attacker and found Sam giving him a defiant look.

"Don't even start getting all emo on me, Fenton! You were damn lucky to survive that thing at all, let alone getting us out alive too!" Danny's eyes lost the intense glare, but the turmoil of what he felt was fail was still burning him from the inside.

Sam's own look softened, and she gently lay a hand along his cheek. Four years of playing the hero, and this the first time anyone had actually died on his watch, let alone the thousands that had been killed by that electric pulse.

Tucker decided that they needed to get out of the hospital and find something to lighten the mood, so said, "Let's get you discharged, buddy. We'll catch you up on recent events once we're out of here."

-: Gale Slash :-

A few hours later found the two Fentons, Sam, and tucker sitting in the living room of Jazz's apartment. They explained to him about the quarantine on the city that had been erected not even a few hours after the initial blast. That already the city was going to hell, gangs were taking over, each district had sealed itself off from the other. The government said that they were doing all they could to get them help, but so far nothing was happening.

"So what was it you guys wanted to show me?" Danny asked nervously after all the bad things that had been revealed.

Sam looked over at Tucker. He shrugged and made a gesture for her to take the floor. She nodded then.

"You may want to stay sitting for this," Sam herself stood and took on a look of concentration. After a couple seconds of this a orange ring of fire appeared around her center that split into two, one traveling up, the other down.

As the rings moved Sam seemed to become a photo negative of herself. Her baggy black jeans became a silvery white, her purple tank top became an apple green, her hair turned into shifting reds, yellows, and oranges, giving it the appearance of flame licking at the air. Her purple eyes became a reflective silver, her sclera turning black.

Danny's jaw was practically on the floor.

"How...?"

"Wait, you haven't seen everything yet," Jazz said.

Tucker stood up now and took on a similar look of concentration that Sam had and, in a swirl of teal colored wind he became a photo negative of himself as well. He's army green pants became violet, his yellow shirt turned royal blue, and his beret became a teal color that matched his eyes in human form. His eyes had turned green like Danny's own. His hair turned from it's naturally very dark brown to slate grey.

"As you can see," Sam began, "We're part ghost now too, but we also seem to have a small amount of control over wind and fire, respectively." Tucker nodded as he reverted back to his human form. Sam followed suit.

"It must have happened when the shield collapsed," Danny said. He looked to be about ready to start blaming himself for making his friends into something half dead, when Sam pinched his cheek again.

"I told you already, Fenton, I will not have you going all emo on me!" She stood back up straight and crossed her arms under her breasts and said, "I'll have you know that Tuck and I think this pretty damn cool, right Tuck?"

"Hells to the yeah! I know we never mentioned it much, but it was hell watchin you fight all those baddies and knowing there wasn't anything we could do to help."

"But you guys-"

"Yeah, without us you'd be full dead more than once, but now we can do more than chase you and whatever ghost around on scooters and carry extra thermoses for you. Now we can help, Danny, really help," Sam sat down beside him and wrapped him in a hug.

Danny returned the hug, feeling that, unlike him, Sam was a bit warmer than the average human.

After sitting there in silence for a little while and enjoying the warmth of his now half ghost girlfriend he pulled away.

"I'm gonna train you two. There's no way I'm letting you two flounder around like I did when I first became a halfa," he said with a finality that they wouldn't have argued with if they thought it was a bad idea.

-: Hail Grenade :-

Day fourteen after the quarantine was raised all around empire. Danny, Sam, and Tucker were on the roof of his sister's apartment building, practicing their particular elemental control. In the twelve days since he woke up he'd been training them almost exclusively. First he'd taught them how to shoot ecto beams. It was one of his most useful abilities. Sam's were violet in color, Tuck's being yellow. They lacked the raw power that Danny's did, but that was to be expected. He'd spent the last four years fighting ghosts and learning everything Vlad knew at a rate far faster rate than the crazed up fruitloop could match.

The next thing he taught them was the ecto-shield. It was also one of his more useful abilities. After that it was his cloning technique. He taught them everything he could. By the time it came for them to focus on their elemental control they were far more ready to face the ghostly enemies lurking in the world than he was at the start of that whole mess.

Speaking of their elemental control, that was something that, after a few visits from Cole, they began to show openly.

It appeared that surviving the blast had somehow given Cole power over electricity. He used it to his advantage openly, much to the other's surprise, and he wasn't shunned for it. At first people though it was weird, but soon got over it. In light of this the three of them thought it just might be okay to display their own elemental control, if not the entirety of their ghost powers.

Danny's ice powers had changed too. They were easier to access, easier to control. He'd even made a couple of new attacks. And it was great just being able to hold a drink in hand to keep it cold enough to drink.

That was one thing that Sam couldn't indulge in anymore. She couldn't drink most liquids, it was almost like poison. Water especially. It was almost like her body, being aligned with fire, completely resisted water. It even started to hurt her if she stayed under the shower too long.

The upside was that she didn't actually need moisture to live anymore.

Tucker's own power over wind didn't have a downside that was quite as visible as Sam's. He just became really claustrophobic when he couldn't feel the movement of the air over his skin. He had to have a fan on him at all times when he was inside or he went into panic attacks.

But conversely when he was outside he was more at peace than it seemed he'd ever been throughout his life. He could also fly, publicly, using his control over wind to lift him into the air.

He offered to do the same for Sam and Danny, but one instance where the two of them found them in the air without the control they had gotten used to in their ghost form they found it far too unnerving.

Currently the three of them were training in their elements, as mentioned earlier, just trying to pass the time till the sun was higher in the sky. It was a bad idea to go out into the streets early in the morning or after the sun set. It was dangerous enough during the day, but at night the Reapers, one of the top three gangs in the city, were far less forgiving than during day. Yeah, the three of them had powers, but being bullet proof wasn't in their repertoire of abilities. Better safe than dead.

"Okay, Sam try to copy this move with your fire," Danny held his hands in front of him, his fingers slightly curled and palms facing each other. He then began to force highly condensed cold air to swirl between the two hands, building up it's power till it glowed light blue and hummed with energy.

Then Danny shoved both his hands forward, targeting a can among twenty that they had set up for target practice exercises. The glowing sphere turned into a beam that hit that specific can, froze it, and then spread outwards from the impact zone to freeze two cans to each side of it. Ice spread outward visibly till all five cans were encased in two foot thick crystaline ice.

Tucker whistled, impressed, "Dude."

Sam looked at that and took the challenge with a smirk, "Too easy, loverboy."

Sam repeated Danny's pose, gather more and more heat and fire between her palms. There were of course some difference's between her sphere and her boyfriends. For one her was yellow at it's center, where his had been white, orange on the outer ring, where his had been a very light blue. Perhaps the most impressive difference was the sound.

Danny's Ice Bolt had hummed.

Sam's Flare Pistol roared.

She let it go at the same can Danny had fired at. Like Danny's Ice Bolt her attack hit the center can, melting and evaporating the ice almost immediately, then spread outwards, taking setting two can's on either side, and the stand they were sitting on, on fire. In the course of a few seconds the tin cans were reduced to nothing but molten metal.

To prevent the fire from spreading, Danny hit the remains of her attack with a generic cryo blast.

Tucker gave another whistle, then smirked and took a step forward.

"Peh, you guys haven't seen anything yet," He held his left hand out and to the side, then slashed it horizontally through the air, not even pausing to gather energy like Sam and Danny did. A visible ripple in the air spead towards the cans at about half the speed of Sam and Danny's attacks, but it was wider than theirs.

The ripple hit the remaining fifteen cans and the top half of them all came off at the same time.

"I call it the Gale Slash. Cool, huh?"

It was about then that a plane could be seen flying low over the city, dropping food in each of the three districts. They saw that the container for the Neon landed in the park. They gave each other a look, then nodded.

"Let's go."

-: End Chapter One :-

AN: As you can see, this will mostly follow Danny, Sam, and Tucker. Cole will be a major part of the group in chapter two and onwards, but I wanted to set up these three before anything else.

And yes, The challenge did say that Tucker should have fire, and Same wind, but I think Sam has more fire in her spirit than Tucker, while the techy was a bit more wistful during the Danny Phantom series than the other two.

And yes, the line breaks are giving you the titles of their special moves. I thought it would be cool.