AN: Sequel. It smells good. Or maybe that's the smell of the burning peppermint oil I'm using to work out the soreness in my shoulders... Anyways, Here's chapter one of Wanted, the sequel to Dangerous Obsessions! It's advised that you read the first story, first, which, by the way, is one of my favorites of those I have written.

It took me awhile to decide on the villains for this, but when it finally hit me, it was like, DUH! Of course! Eee-yep. Phoenix is my new baby for this story, and more will be explained about him as the story progresses.

And fanart, including another lovely piece by dragonghosthalfa! She's so sweet to me, and I really do adore her! Oh, and remember to take out the spaces.

www. deviantart. com/ view/ 31933509/ (Sam and Demigiest Phantom, by dragonghosthalfa. Give her love, folks!)

www. deviantart. com/ view/ 31865739/ (Obligatory Danny angst picture)

www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 31467807/ (Danny. In a bathing suit. Need I say more?)

www. deviantart. com/ deviation/ 31466628/ (Me goofing around. Phantom!)

Danny Phantom doesn't belong to me, however, Phoenix Clover, Matthew and May Clayborne, and Nazami and Mori, do! So no takey them, k? Because if you take them, I'll kill you. And really, do you doubt that I would?

Wanted

Chapter One: It's Not Over Yet

"Danny! DANNY! Geez, wake up, will you?"

"Huh?" Eighteen-year old Danny Fenton blinked awake, looking up to find the lovely face of his girlfriend, the also eighteen-year old Samantha Manson, glaring down at him, her face set in a look of severe disapproval. "Oh, hey Sam." He said, seemingly oblivious to Sam's anger.

"Hey Sam? Hey, Sam? Is that all you have to say, Danny?" Sam asked, glaring at him in annoyance. Her arms were crossed tightly in front of her chest, and she was tapping her bare left foot against the sand. She was wearing a black tankini, violet stripes running down the side of the two-piece suit. "We've been looking all over for you, and here we find you just lounging around on the beach, not a care in the world!"

"Annnddd the problem with that is?" Danny asked, arching an eyebrow. He was contently stretched out across a beach chair, chewing idly on a straw he had gotten from a soda he had finished about two hours ago. He was wearing a pair of black swim trunks, with steel-colored flames printed on them. His torso was bare, exposing the vast collection of scars he had accumulated over the past four years, as well as a tattoo of bat wings on his back, which resembled in everything but color to his ghost form's ecto-wings.

"The problem with that is you just suddenly disappeared. You know that makes us worry Danny, especially considering that the last time you disappeared, you were gone for four years!" Sam said, frowning. "Not to mention, when you came back, you had an evil psychic lady intent on capturing you and using your for god-knows-what."

"Oh relax, would you?" Danny said, smirking slightly at her, amused. "I wouldn't leave here." He plucked the straw out of his mouth, twirling it in one hand, looking at her. "I mean, after all, I've got something here that I would never leave without." He said, grinning at Sam.

Sam turned red. After all this time, Danny's strange come-ons still made her blush, even though she knew that was exactly what he wanted. She just couldn't help it, and she probably never could.

It had been four months since the final battle and death of May Clayborne. Danny had decided to stay in Amity Park, instead of just kidnapping Sam and running away like he had originally planned, much to everyone's delight, especially Sam's. She loved Danny, but she wasn't exactly too keen on the idea of spending countless years trapped in the Ghost Zone with Danny and his possibly deranged friends.

And so Jack, Maddie, Jazz, Sam, and Tucker had begun to get to know their son, brother, boyfriend, and best friend. Even four months after the battle with May, and the revelation of his racial and mental status to his friends and family, Danny was still more secretive than they would have liked. But, as Jazz had concluded, Danny was the kind of person who would just shove a traumatic experience to the back-burner until it managed to force its way back out again. Hopefully, this time it wouldn't come out as a plot to re-capture Danny.

Danny had changed a lot in the four years of his absence, and most of that was due to a woman known as May Clayborne, someone who, quite possibly, could be considered the most deranged and the most sadistic woman on the planet. And quite possibly even the most deranged and sadistic woman in the universe. Danny and Sam, the two people who know May's cruelty better than anyone, could believe that was possible quite easily.

May was the head of researach at a governmental research facility known as The Institute, which was now defunct, since Matthew Clayborne, her younger brother, had released all of its prisoners. It was where Danny had been trapped in for three years. May was also a psychic, blessed with a higher intelligence than most people. She was planning to conquer the world, because, in her views, the world would be so much better with her at the helm.

It was through her experiments and her use of Danny in cruel fights, as well as keeping him locked in his ghost-form, that caused Danny to turn into a creature known as a demigiest. Demigiests are, essentially, what happens when a ghost looses its mind. They were closer to poltergeist and vengeful spirits, than they were to ghosts.

Danny had changed, and his friends and family knew that he may never be able to return to the sweet, though somewhat naive boy that he used to be. He was now a much more outgoing person, more likely to use violence as opposed to words when he wanted to get something his way. He was definitely insane, and had the unique ability to carry on a conversation with himself that spanned over three hours. He was obsessed with Sam, whom Maddie described as Danny's 'Point of Obsession'.

"Well, still, Danny, stop randomly disappearing all the time." Sam said, her blush now faded.

"Hey, I'm half-ghost. I can't help but randomly disappear all the time. By the way, you look good in that swimsuit." Danny said, grinning, changing the topic.

Danny got up from the beach chair, to cast an eye around the beach. The Fentons, his parents, had taken him, Sam, and Tucker to the beach in celebration of their graduating from high school. Well, Sam and Tucker graduated, but Danny, as it turned out, simply didn't have enough hours too. It didn't seem to bother Danny much, though.

Sam blushed again, but shook her head, trying to shake it off. "Um, thank you..."

"So, what do you want to do, Sam?" Danny asked, looking at his girlfriend, grinning. He moved to the other side of her, and place and arm around her shoulder, leaning down slightly so that they were on the same height level. "Maybe take a swim, get some refreshments, make out, just relax, sleep together, or what?" He asked, his grin widening.

Sam flushed a deep shade of crimson and shrugged off Danny's arm, stopping on his foot with all of her might. "Danny! That's not funny!"

Danny laughed, his white teeth flashing in a wide grin. "Oh come on Sam. If it weren't for you getting all blushy all the time, I wouldn't even be bothering you like this."

"Oh, so you're trying to blame the fact that you're a jerk on me?" Sam asked, shooting a glare at him. Sometimes, he could really be quite unbearable. Still, she loved his unbearable side, as well as all of his other sides. He had many, she had discovered, and there were probably more that she just didn't know about yet.

"Mmm, I guess I am." Danny smirked, leaning in and planting a quick kiss on her lips. He then quickly got out of Sam's striking range, before she decided to stomp on his foot again. He was, after all, not a masochist. Although sometimes, it really could be a bit hard to tell.

"There you two are! Danny, Sam! Hey!" The two turned, coming face to face with a grinning Tucker, and an amused Jazz. Tucker ran up to them, his grin growing wider as he stopped in front of them. He had been the one to call out their names.

Jazz took her time in crossing the beach, walking slowly, and looking quite amused. It had taken her a little time to get used too, but now she found her brother's frequent lapses into mental instability quite enlightening. She did, after all, want to be a psychologist, and there really was no other better source of information than having a messed-up kid brother of her very own. It was actually Jazz who had thought to time one of Danny's conversations with himself, but even she was shocked that he could carry one on for three hours straight.

"Heeey, I saw that." Tucker said, grinning, nudging Danny in the ribs slightly. Tucker and Danny's father were the only ones who could nudge Danny, without having to worry about getting thrown over his shoulder. Although Sam, Jazz, and Maddie sometimes got the feeling that Danny really would like to.

Originally, it was only Jack that had permission to bother Danny relentlessly, because Danny couldn't exactly maim his own father. The immunity to maiming had expanded to Tucker once Danny discovered that Sam got mad every time he tried to maim Tucker.

"Would you stop that?" Danny asked, in an irritated voice, resisting the urge to dunk his old friend's head in the sand. It wasn't that he hated Tucker, exactly, it was just that at times he found the techno geek to be quite annoying. And maiming was just his way of telling someone to shut the hell up. And that was with people he liked.

"Am I getting on your nerves?" Tucker asked, grinning, and pulling back from his nudging position. Danny said nothing, but the twitch in his right eye answered any and all questions that they might have.

"Don't mind him Danny. He's just enjoying himself." Jazz said, finally stepping onto the scene, smiling at her annoyed little brother.

"Yeah, well, I'd wish he'd find some other way to enjoy himself! Why doesn't he go play a Tetris marathon or something?" Danny said, his arm crossed in annoyance, his moods shifting faster than quicksilver.

"I already did that two days ago. I actually beat my high score from the last time I did a Tetris marathon." Tucker said.

"...You've actually had a Tetris marathon?" Danny asked, staring at Tucker, who nodded. Danny blinked, and frowned, his mood shifting again. "Geez, and people call me insane! At least I don't stay up countless hours into the night playing Tetris! Well, yeah, I do stay up countless hours into the night thinking about Sam. And yeah, sometimes I don't even go to sleep at all, because I'm so distracted by Sam, or because either Mori or Nazami randomly pop into my room and start babbling about one thing or the other. And sometimes they both come in. And sometimes when they both come in, they both start making out, which leads to them having sex in my room, which leads to me being so disturbed that I cannot possibly hope to go to sleep again for an entire week. I wonder if those two know that, and are just trying to mess with me..."

Danny blinked, snapping out of his conversation with himself, looking at the expressions on his companions faces. Jazz had whipped out a notebook, and was jotting down notes on it, seemingly disappointed that Danny had stopped.

Tucker was staring at him, his eyes perked up slightly at the mentioning of Danny's two ghost friends actually going so far as to have sex in his room, and wondering just how deeply Maddie, Jack, and Jazz slept not to hear that.

Sam just stared at him. She was more used to Danny randomly breaking into conversations with himself, but no matter how much you heard it, it was always still a bit disturbing. One time, Sam recalled, Danny had started to talk to himself about how much he wanted to throttle the person who invented algebra, and somehow, forty minutes later, he had wound up talking about, of all things, fish sticks. How his conversation had gotten to that point baffled even Danny. Sometimes he didn't really listen to the stuff that came out of his mouth.

"...Was I conversating with myself again?" Danny asked, blinking. The trio assembled just nodded. It was best not to say anything at times like these, less Danny launch into yet another conversation with himself.

"That's the one you're after?"

Nineteen-year old Phoenix Clover sat, perched upon a nearby lifeguard stand. Nobody noticed him, but it was not because he did not stand out, because he did, but it was because he had caused those around to loose their vision of him. The teenager, hooded and cloaked, despite the summer heat, started down at Danny Fenton and his companions. He had been sent by his master to watch them, and prepare to take action that would lead to the re-capturing of Danny Fenton, a weapon that the government direly wanted.

Phoenix, could not, by any means, be mistaken for a normal human. He was another patient at The Institute, arriving there before Danny's time. He had been there during May's hostile takeover, and had been there in the aftermath. He was one of the longest staying patients at The Institute. He was sold by his mother to it when he was only seven, and had grown up there. It was no surprise then, that the boy was positively deranged.

Underneath his dark brown hood and cloak, Phoenix had short, jet black hair, cropped at his neck, and pale skin. He was quite skinny, but not so much that it made him look anorexic. He wore a black long-sleeved shirt, and black bondage pants, his outfit finished off by black fingerless gloves and black combat boots.

And that was where his similarities to normal humans ended. Covering the expanse of his entire body was a network of thin, dark blue veins. His eyes were yellow, and silted in a Draconian fashion, as well as not being on the same level. One eye was slightly higher than the other.

This resulted in an inability to could not see. But fortunately, his veins provided him the most excellent window to the world. They could detect something as minute as a slight change in the wind. So while he could not see Danny and his companions, he was close enough so that his vein sense had already charted over every accessible inch of them.

"Yes. Why, is something wrong?" A voice came across on the other side of the cell phone he was holding.

Phoenix frowned. "No, nothing." The mutant had learned better than to argue with his master.

"Good. Then you will carry out my orders as directed, correct?" The voice on the other end of the cell phone asked.

"Yes, I will, Master." Phoenix said. The cell phone went silent then, and Phoenix assumed the man had hung up. He closed to phone, and resumed his vigil, observing Danny, his friends, and family.

"Hey kids!" Maddie Fenton said chipperly, approaching the group, along with her husband, Jack. She was, for once, out of her aqua Hazmat, and was wearing an aqua one-piece instead. Maddie looked incredibly good for a woman in her forties. Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz had long passed it off to all the exercise she got ghost-hunting, and practicing martial arts in order to ghost-fight. "I see you found Danny." She commented, looking at her son.

Jack, however, was still in his Hazmat, although he seemed to be regretting it under the blazing summer sun. "You've been on the beach all along? We were looking all over for you!"

"Well, we are at the beach. What else is there to do but go to the beach? Since, you know, Sam won't let me make out with her." Danny said, pointing at Sam, almost as if he was accusing her of something.

"Danny, Danny, Danny I already told you, you can't make out with Sam until you get into college." Jack said.

"Of course, considering you just flunked twelfth grade, I don't know when that will ever be..." Tucker chimed in.

"Eeee-yep. Which means you might never be able to make out with Sam for a long, long time..." Jack said.

"Would you two just shut up?" Danny shouted at them, his eyes blazing crimson. "The only reason I didn't graduate was because you were so busy testing out your inventions on me that I never got the chance to go to half of my classes!"

"Actually, even if you did go to your classes, Danny, you would still have been four years behind all the other students..." Jazz spoke, interrupting her brother. "And since you wouldn't let me tutor you, it really was highly unlikely for you to pass this year."

"Hey, you're supposed to take my side!" Danny turned to Jazz, pointing at her. He had calmed down though, his eyes turning back to their usual shade of azure.

"Well, it's true Danny. You didn't exactly seem to want to pass either, and you caved in way too easily whenever dad wanted to test one of his inventions on you, or mom wanted to run some kind of minor test." Jazz explained.

"You know I'm only doing what's best for you and that all I want for you is for you to succ-Danny! Stop mocking me!" Jazz shouted, upon seeing that Danny was making his hand flap like a mouth as Jazz talked.

Danny rolled his eyes, cleaning out one of his ears. Those assembled noted for the first time that the demigiest hybrid was waltzing around outdoors sans the hat that he needed to hide his pointed ears, one of the features he had gained upon his transformation into a demigiest, that showed up in his human form as well as his ghost form. The other were his black claw-like nails, but he usually kept those trimmed while human.

"What?" Danny asked, catching the quintet staring at him. "Something on my face? Besides my face? Because if you were going to say that, then I would be so pissed off, because that joke has got to be one of the stupidest I've ever heard..."

"Uh... no." Sam said, staring at her boyfriend. "It's your ears."

"Well yeah, ears are a common body part too you know." Danny said, rolling his eyes, obviously not getting what his friends and family were trying to tell him.

"No, I mean, how come you're not wearing a hat? What if somebody sees em?" Sam said, sighing.

"Sam, Sam, Sam. I'm not stupid, you know." Danny said, shaking his head and sighing. "I mean, come on, I've been sitting here for the past two hours, and nobody's noticed. Complete strangers don't pay attention to each others ears. I mean, seriously, if they did, that would be... really weird." Danny said, arching an eyebrow. "It would be like dogs, but instead of checking out each other's butts, we'd check out each others ears... What!" Danny asked again, annoyance in his voice, because his companions were once again giving him another strange look.

Maddie sighed. "Nevermind Danny. Let's all just enjoy the warm, sunny Florida weather, allright? This is a vacation, and we're supposed to relax, and not argue amongst ourselves." Maddie paused and looked at Danny. "Or with ourselves, for that matter. Especially not with ourselves." Probably even more frightening than Danny's conversations with himself were his occasional arguments with himself.

"Yeah, sure..." Danny said. His eyes then drifted back over to Sam, and he grinned slightly. "Hey Sam, you want to go get a soda?"

"And by that do you mean, do I want to go get a soda, or do I want you to take me to get a soda, but in actually, it's all just a set-up for another one of your embarrassing plots." Sam said, her violet eyes looking accusingly at Danny.

"Maybe both." Danny said, shrugging.

Sam shook her head. "What am I going to do with you...?" She smiled though. "But yes, I would love a soda. Thank you."