Hello one, and hello all! I'm back with my second Danny Phantom fanfic. This is my first story that I've planned on being multi-chaptered- no, I'm Going to Get Sued does not count. Duh. Anywho, I'm seeing this as maybe a ten-chaptered thingymabobber, though who can tell?
I must give thanks to my three betas- KimuraSato, Shadowesque13, and livingdead (who isn't on FFnet, I think). They looked through the first chapter and pointed out that I have created yet another masterpiece. Okay, they didn't exactly say that. I lied. So sue me. :P They helped out a lot, so I'll be introducing OFtR. This is short for "Other Fics to Read", which is short for "Other Fics to Read Instead of This One Because the Other Fics are a Gazillion Times Better". This chapter's OFtR is Yearbook Signing, a Danny Phantom fanfic by KimuraSato. It's at about 145 reviews- why not make her happy and help make it 146? Just to let ya'll know, the main pairing is Danny/Dash, so don't come crying to me if you don't like that, m'kay?
Without further ado, I present to you Danny in Star City.

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Danny in Star City
Chapter One: Great News?

"Danny! I have some great news!"
Danny Fenton knew that as soon as he heard those words come out of his father's mouth, he should have gotten as far away as possible.
"What kind of news?" Danny asked, looking for possible escape routes. Front door? Already closed. His room? Too far away to make a run for it. He saw his mom sitting on the couch with a hesitant grin on her face; his sister, Jazz, was next to her, slumped down with arms crossed over her chest and not looking very happy.
"Well, this, of course!" Jack Fenton said, sticking a flyer in his face. Danny took the piece of paper and skimmed it.
"'Thirteenth Annual Paranormalists Convention'," Danny read aloud. "'Held in the Civic Center at Star City, Virginia from November 24 to November 25. Come meet with others in the field and discuss ghosts, werewolves, ESP, extraterrestrials, and..... Champ'? Who's Champ?"
"American version of Nessie. Very hush-hush around here," Jack said furtively. "Anyway, your mother and I thought it would be a good idea-" At this point, Maddie Fenton made a small coughing noise at the back of her throat. "Okay, so I thought that it would be a good idea for us to go to this convention over Thanksgivings break! What do you say?"
"Well-"
"Great! We're leaving first thing tomorrow!" Jack said.
"But we have school tomorrow," Jazz pointed out.
"Yeah, but we get out early, remember?" Danny said.
"Shh! Dad doesn't have to know that!" Jazz hissed at him.
"Perfect! We'll pick you up as soon as school's over!" said Jack.
"Please, please, please don't tell me that you're going to be driving the GAV," Jazz groaned.
Jack blinked. "That's a great idea! The Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle hasn't been out in ages- this'll be a chance to try out the new-"
"Oh, just forget it!" Jazz snapped. She stomped past Danny and Jack and headed up the stairs. They heard the door to her bedroom slam shut, as though daring someone to come after her.

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"What's with Jazz?" Danny asked at dinner. His father had gone down to the lab to work on the newest Fenton invention and he was sitting at the table poking at the rest of his plate. Jazz hadn't come down from her room and Danny was beginning to get worried.
Maddie sighed as she washed the dishes. "Your sister's just under a lot of stress at the moment."
"Yeah, well so am I, but you don't see me slamming doors for no reason," Danny said, shrugging.
"Please try to understand, Danny. There's been one project after another since Jasmine became a junior; she's been studying nonstop for weeks."
"So? Just let her stay here and study, if she wants to," Danny said.
"She needs to get out and relax," Maddie said. "She's been so uptight lately."
"How can you tell?" Danny asked innocently.
"Danny!"
"Sorry, sorry. But I guess there's no way for us to get out of going to the convention, huh?"
"Sorry, sweetie. Your father's set on going," Maddie said.
Danny sighed. "What if I said I had plans with Tucker and Sam?"
"Do you?"
"That's not the point!" Danny said. "Jazz is probably upset because she had to cancel some plans with her girlfriends or something."
"You may be right about that.... I haven't seen her friends around here for a while. They don't seem to like to hang out here." "
"Imagine that," Danny said. His eyes traveled over the messy kitchen with varying types of ghost gadgets strewn everywhere. A loud clunk and a stream of curses came up from the basement. Maddie turned towards her son. "Would you try to go talk to her? I don't think she'd listen to me or your father."
"You really think that would help?" Danny asked. "I don't think she'd like me trying to psychoanalyze her."
"Jasmine does it all the time to you," Maddie pointed out.
Danny considered this for a moment and got up from the table. "Suddenly, I feel like checking up on my dear sister," he said, heading for the stairs.

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Jazz was sulking silently on her bed. At first, she had felt like venting her emotions be screaming at the top of her lungs, but had decided that it would be less conspicuous to write it out instead. Her laptop sat in her lap, giving off a bright glow that illuminated the otherwise dark room.
They don't get it. They just don't get it. They think I'm mad because I'm being dragged off to another stupid ghost convention. And I am, because who would look forward to being around people who actually share the same interests as my parents? The last time I went to one of these conventions was a few years ago, before Danny's.... accident. And Danny's the reason we can't go! Sure, Mom and Dad are serious about their work, but these are
real paranormalists. Who's to say one of their instruments wouldn't pick up Danny? And who's to say that they wouldn't try to hurt or capture him?
I can't say anything, because Danny doesn't know that I know. At least, I'm pretty sure that he doesn't. I know Mom and Dad don't know, which is pretty ironic considering that they're the "ghost hunters". How can they not notice when part of Danny just disappears or that the ghost detectors only work when he's around?
I know that I'm being over-protective about the convention thing, but I can't help it. I just don't want him to get hurt.

"Jazz?" There came a knock at her door.
Jazz jumped and closed her laptop. "Who is it?" she called.
"Me," Danny said, opening the door enough to poke his head into her room. "Can I come in?"
"What if I said no?" Jazz asked.
"Then I'd come in anyway."
Sighing, Jazz said, "Fine, then. You can come in."
Danny edged the door open further. "Are you sure you won't bite my head off?"
"Are you coming in or not?" Jazz snapped.
"Testy today, aren't we?" Danny said, grinning as he flopped on the foot of Jazz's bed. His grin faded as he saw his sister's face. "You okay? You look pretty tense."
"It's nothing. I'm fine."
Danny hesitated, and then said, "You know, I'm not exactly happy about going to the convention either, but you seem to be taking it pretty hard."
"It's nothing, really. Only...." Jazz studied her brother for a moment and decided that he really wanted to listen. "Don't you ever wish that Mom and Dad weren't so weird all the time? That maybe you could have normal parents for once?"
"Well, sometimes they do act a little strange, but- wait a minute! This is what got you upset?" Danny asked and blinked. "What, did you just figure out our parents are crazy?"
"Seriously, Danny. Doesn't it bother you to have two aloof ghostbusters for parents?"
"Sometimes...." Danny squirmed a bit, a little uncomfortable with the question. He didn't let Jazz know just how much his parents' occupation bothered him at times. "Oh, come on, Jazz. Like anyone's parents are the definitions of 'normal'. Besides, you know they love us, right?"
"Of course," Jazz said.
"Then what's the problem?"
"I don't know. I just have this bad feeling, that's all."
"Honestly, sis, you worry too much." Danny tilted his head back and pointed. "You've got little white splotches on your ceiling, you know."
"Those are from that marshmallow fight we had years ago, remember?" Jazz asked, also looking at the ceiling. "They stayed up there a pretty long time."
"Mom got mad at you for that. Made you clean it up and everything," Danny said, rubbing the back of his neck. "Anyway, it's just a little trip down south. It's just a bunch of boring old guys arguing over crop circles and Atlantis and junk; it'll take half an hour at the convention, tops. What's the worst that could happen?"
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Jazz sighed.
"Course I am. This is me you're talking to, remember?" Danny said. He got up and patted his sister on her head. "So no worries, eh?"
Jazz smiled and gave Danny a hug. "You can be really sweet when you want to be," she said.
"Ack! Girl cooties!" Danny said in mock horror. He hugged her back and then pulled away. "Okay, enough sibling bonding time. You should get some sleep- don't you have school tomorrow?"
"So do you," Jazz pointed out.
"Yeah, but I never pay attention anyway. I can get by sleeping in class. You, on the other hand, need to uphold the ridiculous tradition of geniuses in our family. G'night," he said, walking out of her room.
"Good night, Danny," Jazz said as he closed the door.