Firebreather X Danny Phantom

Chapter 12

            Sam Manson's POV.

Where are you, Danny? She mulled over the thought for the millionth time that day. She stared out her bedroom window, watching silver stars beginning to form in the sky. It's been three months; how could you not have found a way home yet? With a large sigh, she shuffled to her bat themed calendar, picked up a red marker and put an 'X' through November 14th. The light ding of a bell signaled a call coming from her laptop.

"Hello." She answered.

It was Tucker, calling from inside Technus' lab. "Hey Sam! Still nothing?" He asked with both hope and sorrow.

"Still nothing. How is it the Infini-Map hasn't found Danny?" Sam questioned.

"Not sure. Frostbite says it's because the map knows what's best, meaning Danny must be needed wherever he is."

"So he says. How's Skulker been doing?"

"Jazz told me that he's still pretty upset. He's sticking to the fact that, and I quote, 'It started as a simple game of chase, like the good old days, which Danny had agreed to do.' But Skulker of all ghosts should be able to recollect the area he last saw Danny in."

"I still say that's the consequence of chasing a guy who has been getting faster and faster at flying. I've gotten nothing from Spectra, Ember, Kitty or Princess Dora about anything. Some search party we are, huh?" Sam sighed once more.

"Disheartening, I know. But not all is lost! Some ghost is bound to see Danny eventually, since thousands of them travel between the Ghost Zone and earth all the time. Maybe even different worlds. We haven't had the chance to explore that concept before." Tucker began wiggling at the prospect.

"Tucker, focus. We'll have plenty of time to explore the Infinite Realms as soon as we find Danny. If we ever find him." Sam said the last part quietly.

"Oh! Pulling back to Danny's family, they have put out a reward for anyone who can find him. It's set at $7,500."

"Can his family even afford that? This is getting way too far out of hand if Danny's just pulling a prank."

"I doubt a prank would keep us from using the Infini-Map to find him; like I said earlier."

Just then, Sam heard the clack of heels at her door.

"Samantha, you've got visitors!" Pamela knocked and opened the door. She's probably happy that Danny's been missing. Sam's mind told her. She shook that thought away and headed downstairs. Standing outside the open doorway was a figure in a brown trench coat, a wide-brimmed black hat and a red scarf.

"Let's talk out by the alley, shall we?" The figure, a woman, spoke. The lady walked away from the door and Sam was about to follow her when Pamela grabbed her shoulder.

"Dearest Samantha, please find some better friends." She stated bluntly.

"Mom, it's fine. I know what I'm doing." Sam walked out of her mother's grip and quickly joined the lady.

"How've you been, Kitty?" Sam asked quietly.

"I'm doing okay." She replied as she pushed the hat up and pulled the scarf down. "I do have some news."

"Is it about Danny?!" Sam squealed hopefully.

"Yes! I got word that he has been spotted. However, the string that the rumor comes from is too old to know when and where Danny was seen." Kitty said.

"Oh. Okay." Sam mumbled. "But he was okay?"

"From the sound of it. I'll keep fishing for more and let you know if anything else comes up." Kitty promised.

"Thanks Kitty. And be sure to let every ghost know that Team Phantom is very grateful for the suspension of ghost activity in Amity Park." Sam asked.

"Of course. Have a good night, Sam." Kitty tipped her hat as she melted into the ground.

"And to you too." Sam responded softly. She walked back into the house, hearing her mother heave a big sigh of relief from the dining room. Sam rolled her eyes and made her way back to the stairs. Her grandmother Ida suddenly had her by the arm.

How is she so stealthy on her scooter? Sam asked herself as she gave in.

"Sweetie, I know what you've been up to." Ida whispered.

"Aha. Ha. Uh, what do you mean?" Sam winced.

"You've put together a large network of people to search for Danny, haven't you?" Ida stated softly.

I have an all-knowing grandma. Sam thought. "Yes and it's starting to work! Please don't stop me now; I'm getting closer to finding Danny." She pleaded.

"Have I ever stopped you before?" Ida smiled.

"No. You haven't." Sam grinned as well.

"You're doing more than you have to. You make me proud, and remind me of what I used to act like when I was your age. Keep up the hard work and I bet you'll find your friend." Ida finished.

"Thanks grandma." Sam hugged her before heading back upstairs. She returned to the laptop and quickly called Tucker.

"Tuck! Do you know if Jazz is online?" She immediately asked.

"Hang on, I'll check.... Yeah, I'll connect her to our chat." Tucker's fingers could be heard clacking on the keyboard.

"Hello? Sam, Tucker, it's getting late. Is something wrong?" Jazz looked worried. Massive bags hung under her eyes, a result of stress from Danny's disappearance. Even after three months, not much had changed.

"You guys will be happy to hear what Kitty told me." Sam started. The two leaned close their screens. "Apparently, Danny's been seen."

Both Tucker and Jazz gasped.

"Where?!"

"Was he alright?"

"When did this happen?"

"Who did it come from?"

"Has Danny changed?"

"Shut up! Both of you!" Sam finally yelled. With new silence in the air, Sam sighed and recollected her thoughts. "Kitty told me that the string she got this information from is too old to track properly. She'll do her best anyway."

Sam watched the two droop their heads.

"Uh, in the meantime, we could... do... something?" Sam offered helplessly.

"By something you could mean... go into the Ghost Zone ourselves." Jazz finally spoke.

"Jazz, are you nuts?!" Tucker exclaimed.

"Tucker, I can't handle 'no Danny' anymore. We have a lead, why not follow it?" Jazz defended.

"But when would we find time to go? The adults don't need any of us disappearing too." Sam thought aloud.

"We could sneak out Thanksgiving night." Tucker suggested.

"That gives us enough time to prepare and plan our course of action with the least amount of resistance or even cut our search time in half." Jazz theorized.

"Not to mention we won't disturb anyone, since they'll all be asleep from their dinners. I'll be in charge of material supplies, as well as my own food." Sam volunteered.

"I'll take charge of the rest of the food supplies, as well as weapons check." Tucker hurriedly called dibs.

"I guess that leaves me with making sure we have access to the ghost portal and preparing the Specter Speeder. Is there anything we're forgetting?" Jazz finalized. They all paused for a moment as they mulled over the question.

"If we have, then it'll have to come up in the next two weeks." Sam replied at last.

"I'm sure it'll be fine; what's the worst that could happen?" Tucker said with a laugh. He was swiftly met with glares.

"That could happen." Sam moaned.