A/N: Yeah a bit short. I've got the next chapter written - I've just got to type it up and polish it a bit. This will have either two or three chapters. I haven't quite decided. If you find any mistakes, please please tell me. I'll love you and everything. Now I have to finish my mac and cheese. Have a nice whatever.
Whenever Danny could catch a break from ghost hunting, he usually had a mountain of homework and chores to do.
After finishing most of his homework (a few questions here and there couldn't really matter), he went on to start his chores. He decided to start with the easiest one that was also one that his parents would very much appreciate. His dad was always telling him to clean the lab.
Before the, um, accident, cleaning the lab really was a chore. After the accident, it became a whole another story. It was a new way for him to practice his aim while his list of chores got a bit shorter.
White rings enclosed him for a moment and he was ready to clean. (His ghost HAZMAT suit counted, right?)
All it took was a few well-aimed blasts and suddenly the lab look good as new. After plus to cleaning the lab – it would actually take quite some time to clean the lab if he did it the regular way, so if his parents asked why he couldn't do his other chores, he could easily blame it on the lab.
All that was left was a black spiral notebook.
Danny stepped onto the floor – as a human – and went towards the notebook.
Papers and napkins with words scribbled on them wasn't odd, but an actual notebook in the lab was. The notebooks contained all the information that his parents had, usually rewritten works of what was on the papers, just more detailed and organized. They were usually locked up so nobody would be able to steal it. Their papers contained shorthand information and usually just bits and pieces. The notebooks was where the goldmine of ghost information was at.
When his parents explained it to Danny, he wondered who would steal information on ghosts.
The Guys in White came to mind while he flipped causally through the notebook, just to see what it really was. His parents wouldn't care, everything they knew Danny already knew. There wouldn't be any new information, but he might as well look.
He saw glimpses of his mom's handwriting, so similar to Jazz's, and read some of it. As he read more and more of the notebook, not longer causally, his body went into shock.
His mom's handwriting devastatingly clear, the same one that wrote that note to explain to his teacher that he gotten sick and the one excusing his lateness to school when another ghost trap went off on him, wrote about her and his dad's theories on how ghost bodies worked and reacted.
And what they would do if they ever got their hands on a ghost.
The standard procedures were written and described. Everything needed, where they would start, and how they should go upon the dissecting of a ghost in different ways. Danny couldn't read anymore after two pages.
The words made Danny nearly throw up and his skin turn pale.
How could they write with such a lack of emotion? His parents, who care so much for him and his sister, who laugh and get mad and everything less, feel so little for the ghost that could be on the table?
How could they write it like ghosts, Danny, are inhumane? Like they could feel nothing? Ghosts weren't just objects for hunting.
Then it hit him.
His parents were ghost hunters.
And he was a ghost.
He's known this, he's always known this, but he has never viewed his parents are enemies. They were his parents, just a small nuisance. Not true enemies that wanted him gone. But they were true enemies that wanted him gone.
The only difference now is that Danny realized this. That he knows now.
Danny started to hyperventilate. His parents, his mom and dad, they wanted to hunt him and take him down and do all those awful things and cut open his body and poke at it –
He shook his head – he thought he nearly detached it from his body – and remembered who he was talking about.
His parents were ghost hunters, but he was not just a half-ghost, half-human, but their son. They wouldn't attack him.
Right?