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"So your Dad actually remembered his anniversary?" Sam asked, it was Saturday and the three fifteen year olds were having lunch at the Nasty Burger. "That's the first time since…"

"Ever." Danny supplied, "He not only remembered, but he bought tickets for the two of them to go on a three week cruise, kind of a second honey moon deal. Of course, it's Dad, so the cruise ship is rumored to be haunted."

"Well, that figures." Tucker joined in, "I mean, they are ghost hunters." He added taking a bite of his burger.

"Yeah." Danny said, picking up a fry, he might have said more, but just then his ghost sense went off. He dropped the fry back into the box and looked around.

"Can I have your fries?" Tucker asked automatically, even though he hadn't even started on his own fries.

"Beware! It is I; the Box Ghost." The familiar cry was coming from a shoe store just down the street.

Danny sighed and glanced around again, hoping to spot Valerie, or even Jazz who was getting pretty good and could probably take on the Box Ghost by herself now, he could just hang around just out of range of the thermos, in case things got out of hand. "Darn, three other ghost hunters and two ghost hunters in training in this town, and none of them around when you need them." He muttered, standing up and grabbing the Fenton Thermos out of his bag. "And no." he answered Tucker.

"You don't really need them," Sam pointed out, "You just don't want to deal with him yourself."

"The point remains that they aren't here." Danny said over his shoulder as he headed off for a place to go ghost. While there were a lot more people who knew his secret now, he still didn't want the whole town, and in a week or two, the planet, to know.

Tucker looked at Sam, "You have to admit, the Box Ghost is more a pest than a threat, and I think Jazz could take him on her own now." He said reaching for Danny's fries.

Sam glared at him and he backed off with a grin, "I know, but he needs the distraction anyway." She pointed out.

"Did his Dad really shoot at him again yesterday?" Tucker asked, opening a packet of ketchup for his fries.

"No. How'd you hear about that anyway?" Sam asked; the whole scene had occurred last night during her date with Danny.

"It made the morning news." Tucker said with a shrug.

"Oh… Must have missed that." Sam said. "He wasn't shooting at Danny, he was shooting at Skulker. Danny just happened to end up in the line of fire; you know how Danny's dad shoots."

"There is that." Tucker agreed, "It's got to be tough on Danny though, still having to dodge shots from his Dad."

"It's not like his Dad is actually shooting at him…"

"I'm not sure if that fact makes it better or worse…"

"Yeah… Neither is Danny." Sam said, and they both paused to consider the question.

"On the one hand: he's not shooting at him anymore." Tucker pointed out.

"On the other hand: he's coming closer to hitting him than when he was shooting at him." Sam countered.

"And on the other, other hand: Mom took the Fenton Bazooka away from him after she saw the news this morning." Danny said as he sat back down, tossing the thermos back in his backpack and slapping Tucker's hand away from his fries.

"Danny!" Tucker exclaimed. "You're back quicker than I expected…"

"It was only the box ghost."

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Danny scowled slightly as he stared at the computer screen; the page seemed to be taking forever to load. He tried to remember why he'd agreed to do this extra credit report on mars, of course, he'd probably need the extra credit to pass science. Just like he'd probably need the extra credit from that report he'd done on Othello to pass English. Ghost had this bad habit of showing in force right when he needed to be working on an important assignment or studying for an important test. So racking up the extra credit during lulls seemed like one of his sister's better suggestions.

He blinked and spun when his ghost sense went off; he relaxed only slightly when he saw Clockwork floating over by his bed. "Hi?" he said hesitantly when the silence lasted a few seconds too long.

"You need to stay with Plasmius while your parents are gone." Clockwork said, getting right to the point, even as he shifted from adult to child.

Author's Note: Yes, I know, evil timing on ending the chapter. This, like all of my fan fictions, is mostly being used to work through the Writers Block currently plaguing my original works. However, I do need a beta for this, so if anyone wants to volunteer, please message me.