Usually Danny thought of himself as pretty observant when he was on patrol. That was the whole point after all, being on patrol and being oblivious was the stupidest combination that he could think off. Well that and Vlad's obsession with the Packers.

It was this idea that he was good at what he did that made his reaction to the surprise attack even worse.

Danny had just finished off with some minor ghosts and was going back to flying over the city again when it happened. Luckily his attacker really liked to yell at him while attacking so that helped. Slightly.

"I'M GONNA END YOU GHOST KID!" The Huntress shouted as she fired a few 'warning' shots at him.

With Danny's full attention on the cry from behind him that he barely had time to barrel roll out of the way. He felt the heat of the ecto-blasts graze his face and saw a few hairs flutter down to the city below. For a moment he wondered if Paulina would find them and add them to her shrine.

Danny shook the idea out of his head and turned to face his opponent. He was hoping maybe he could try and talk her down or if that failed get a read on her mood before he had to disappear. Tonight she looked oddly pleased.

"Should I be worried?" Danny questioned but quickly added after he received a glare, "I mean more than usual! You usually don't come with a grin. Just guns a-blazing"

The Huntress cocked and eyebrow, "How can you tell I was smiling?"

"I can see it in your eyes." Danny answered warily. "But seriously, why are you happy to see me? You get a new weapon or something?"

Valarie smirked again, "why actually yes." And without another word she reached behind her and quickly threw her new toy at Phantom.

Danny quickly dodged and couldn't help but smirk himself. "Nice try, but you are going to have to try harder than that."

To Danny's surprise Valarie's smirk grew and she casually raised her hand as if she was about to catch something. "You really shouldn't underestimate me Ghost."

There was a quick sound, like a blade rushing through the air followed by a sharp pain in Danny's wrist, but it was so quick he hardly had time to register it. And then Valarie was catching a shiny object, most likely the weapon in question.

"Ha, I knew you were faking it. But I am disappointed. I kind of enjoyed the satisfaction I got from hearing you suffer." Valarie spat at her half-ghost prey.

Now Danny was really confused and a tad concerned at her finishing words. He raised his arms in a shrugging gesture to show just how confused he was while also stating it, "What are you talking ab-" He stopped himself before he finished when he noticed the odd feeling in his aforementioned left wrist. Was it dripping? Odd. His gaze slowly turned his attention and gaze as he raised his hand closer to his view. Wait his hand? Where was his hand? He bent his arm in and looked with morbid curiosity at his own stump of a wrist. It was here earlier wasn't it? Was that his bone? That odd black center covered in green ectoplasm. The green goop was slowly dripping up his arm when he had to break his gaze away. He was starting to feel it. But he knew if he went into shock now he'd most likely change back, and he couldn't now. Not at this height. And defiantly not in front of her!

He looked at her weapon again, but this time really looked. The weapon went nicely with her outfit, a deep red handle and even harsher black blade. There was his ectoplasm on the sharp blade of her... wait was that a boomerang? That explained how it came back. Wait came back. Where was his hand?

Danny jerked backwards in the air and looked down. There it was, still tumbling down to the pavement below. Oh good it was still in one piece! But would it stay that way if it hit the ground? Danny still wasn't that great at physics to know that answer. Wow, and he wanted to be an astronaut? He really needed to look into that.

"Stop distracting yourself!" Danny chided aloud and quickly flew after his severed hand leaving the Red Huntress very confused. Was he just talking to himself? Out loud?

She was about to follow the ghost boy but once he caught his hand, which was rather quickly, he disappeared and even her suit couldn't track him. Did he just teleport or something? Usually she could find him if he went invisible, the many perks of her updated battle suit.

As soon as Danny yanked his hand out of the air he mashed it back onto his arm. He hoped and he prayed and he wished as hard as he could that it would reattach. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost his hand. How could he fight? What the heck would he tell his parents?!

He found himself phasing threw his bedroom wall quicker than he thought he would. Must of been so focused on his hand that he went on autopilot. But he was sure he was on the other side of town.

He floated down to his bed and did his best not to cry out as the pain started to peak. He closed his eyes trying to fight it back, he couldn't risk waking anyone up now. Even if it was just his sister he didn't want her to worry about him, not unless this didn't work. Maybe he should sew it back on?

"That's a brilliant idea!" Danny quickly and quietly exclaimed as he hopped out of bed. And he knew just the thing to use too! He phased through the floors and then ran to find what he was looking for in the Fenton Weapons vault.

"Ah!" Danny smiled and his eyes fell onto his prize, The Fenton Ghost Fisher. It was actually the fishing line that he wanted. If he was right then it might keep him together until his quick ghost healing could take over.

Then he quickly ran into a problem. How was he supposed to sew himself back together? He couldn't even grab the Fenton fisher without dropping his hand!

"crud." Danny cursed to himself. Ok so who could help him with this? Did he know anyone that could sew? Did Sam? Wait no, she'd probably just say that was an insult to all women or something. Oh! Tucker! Danny was sure that his friend could upload some how-to video or something.

With some new found confidence in his friend Danny grabbed the fishing pole with his teeth and quickly flew to his best friend's house hoping he was still awake.

But with Danny's luck Tucker was asleep. Danny phased through his bedroom window anyway and tried to wake his buddy up.

"-Ucker! -Ucker -wa-e up!" Danny attempted through his teeth and the pole in his mouth. Danny rolled his eyes at how stupid that sounded and how useless that was as his friend stayed content in dreamland.

Danny spat the fishing rod on the bed so it wouldn't make any noise and nuged his friend with his foot as he floated above him.

"Tucker! Wake Up! I need your help!" Danny hissed in a whisper not wanting to wake up Tucker's parents.

It still wasn't working so Danny smirked at the idea that quickly flooded his mind.

Danny floated down so his face was mere inches from Tucker's ear and whispered, "Your PDA is on fire."

Tucker shot out of bed with a yelp and ran to his desk where his unharmed PDA sat charging. "Don't you worry! Daddy's here!"

Danny couldn't help but crack up. "Oh man that was too easy. I'll need to remember that one."

Tucker whipped around quickly after realizing his PDA was in fact flame free. "What was that for?!"

"I was hoping you could help? I'm not every handy at sewing." Danny paused noticing the pun. He let out a small laugh "ha, handy. Get it?" he raised his severed hand and waved it at Tucker careful to keep it attached to his wrist.

Tucker just stared, "You want me to help?" was all he managed to say.

"Yeah I figured you could look up some sewing thing with your PDA and fix me up. I'd do it myself but- yeah..." Danny trailed off and floated back down so he could sit on the bed.

"Why didn't you just make a clone of you? And what the heck am I suppose to use? I don' have medical thread." Tucker asked.

Danny perked back up and floated a tad off the bed, "Oh that's what the Fenton fisher is for! I figure we could use the specialized line so I can't accidently phase through it and drop my hand somewhere." Danny paused again and then remembered that Tucker had asked him another question. "As for making a double? Well I'm putting so much focus on not screaming, I don't think I could do it. Well that and what if it only have one hand? How not helpful would that be?"

Tucker stared blankly at his friend again and then went to the bed to collect the fishing pole and started to disconnect the line from the hook. Finally he spoke, "You know, I hate to say it but sometimes you scare me dude."

Danny gave his friend a worried look, "what do you mean?"

"I mean, I guess it's a good thing, but your pain tolerance is crazy high now. I'm sure it's just from all the fights..." Tucker trailed off and then went to fetch his PDA wondering what he could use for a needle.

"but?" Danny knew Tucker to well to know that there was something else on his mind.

"Well," Tucker turned back to his ghostly friend and looked to the floor, "what if it's a ghost thing? What if you stop feeling all together?"

Danny couldn't hide his shock, that was a crazy idea! Ghost could feel! He punched enough of them to know that. He decided to tell Tucker just that.

Tucker smiled at Danny's reasoning. "Well I guess that's true... but you were a ghost. Maybe ghosts can only feel other ghosts? Doesn't that worry you?"

Danny let out a nervous laugh, "Honestly?" Tucker nodded and Danny continued, "I haven't thought about it at all. I'm pretty sure I'll be fine. It's not like I'm really dead." Danny smiled reassuringly. "So we gonna patch me up or what?"

Tucker did his best to smile back. He still wasn't so sure about that. How could you be half-ghost and not half-dead? But he decided to drop the subject, maybe he'd ask Sam about it later. But now, "I'm gonna go get my... umm mom's sewing kit, we're gonna need a needle otherwise this isn't going to work."

Danny settled himself back on the end of the bed as he waited for Tucker to return. He took some deep breathes trying to bury the pain again. It wasn't that he had a higher pain tolerance, it was just that he had learned to hide it. He hated seeing the looks or fear and worry on his friends and Jazz's faces. Everything still hurt like before. He just did better at not screaming out in agony.

It wasn't long that Tucker returned and started to sew Danny back together. He winced a few times during the process but he did his best at grinning and bearing it.

After Tucker was finished he wrapped up Danny's wrist and warned him to take it easy. Danny nodded and carefully and quickly flew home hoping he'd have enough time to get a semi-decent amount of rest before he had to wake up for school.

Danny awoke to the sound of his sister knocking on his door saying that, "we only have 20 minutes to get to school. If you don't get up now I'm leaving without you! I have a perfect attendance to keep up with!"

Danny smiled at the treat and replied back, "Just give me 5! I'll be ready before you know it!" he knew she was just doing that for his parents' sake, he knew she had let him sleep in on purpose. One of the things he was thankful for with his sister knowing his secret.

It wasn't until he rolled out of bed that he remembered what happened last night. He wasn't quite awake enough to hold back his pained holler as he dropped to the floor.

Before he could protest Jazz quickly opened his door and entered. "Are you ok?"

Danny composed himself and sat back on his heels, "Yeah, just forgot about this." He held up his hand careful not to jostle it too much as it still hurt to do so.

Jazz closed the door behind her and carefully crossed the room to him as if walking to quickly would cause it to fall off. Which knowing his luck it might.

"Oh my gosh Danny, what happened?" she tenderly held his arm and hand in her own and examined the ripe bruising the circled his wrist.

"Well if you promise not to freak I'll tell you." Danny said with a casually smile also admiring the injury.

She cocked and brow at her baby brother, "Oh? I'll try my best." Surely it couldn't be that bad if he was acting so calm about it. But he had been a tad more tolerant of his ghost fighting injuries lately and it worried her. And now the more she thought about it, the more she was regretting agreeing. Maybe it was best if she didn't know. Their versions of minor injuries were changing at an alarming rate.

Danny couldn't hide the mischievous smirk on his face now. Did she really forget what happened the last time she asked that? But better to feed her curiosity now than to have her worry herself with imagined problems, "It kinda fell off." She didn't need to know all the gory details.

Jazz dropped his had immediately to stifle her scream. "f-f-fell off?! What do you mean fell off?!"

Danny let out a small chuckle, "Don't worry it's fine. I was a bit worried but Tucker helped me put it back on see? We used the line from Dad's Fenton Fisher. It'll stay put even if I go intangible." And he quickly proved his point by making his arm intangible and putting his arm through the floor and pulling it back up showing he was still in one piece.

Jazz let a small sigh of relief, well that was some smart thinking on his part. "Well just try not to use your powers unless you have to, ok?"

"Yes mom." Danny teased. "Don't we have school to go to today or can I call in sick?"

Jazz scowled, "I'll drive."