AN: Oh my, what have I done?

Of course, it's writing a new story… a fanfic, not to mention crack, but a story nonetheless.

It's All A Misunderstanding, Really! – A certain secret is revealed. Much insanity ensues. Vaguely crack, No-PP, All's Well That End's Well drabbles.

Ever since Danny finally got into the hang of duplication, he didn't know whether he should've been happy or not for doing so after the fifth time he had to use it.

You see, while he no longer had to make such embarrassingly see-through excuses (A certain passing comment comes in mind: "I surely doubt that you have to go to the bathroom when you look visibly dehydrated, Mr. Fenton.") – It had its consequences; namely, the exhaustion from both the ability itself and from the clone.

And a sudden burst of memory that comes out of nowhere also doesn't really help for one's concentration, especially when you're having an exam ("Don't whack your head on the desk, Mr. Fenton! It distracts those who actually know the answers.").

Stress + Exhaustion + One Halfa = A big mess.

So he could say that it wasn't entirely his fault that the inevitable happened.

"Fenton, here's the thermos." The visitor said a little tiredly. "Now can I get a rest?"

Everyone in the class was staring.

"Hey, Danny Fenton! You awake? Geez, I knew you should've… oh."

At the front of the class, a certain cheerleader rose to her feet before pointing a finger at the one speaking. Then at the blue-eyed boy sitting wide-mouthed at his chair. Then back. This repeated a few unnecessary times.

Then her eyes rolled at the back of her head before she promptly fainted.

That sparked the flames.

"P-Phantom is t-talking to Fenturd!" A blond jock rose to his feet, grabbing at his hair in shock as if he didn't know what was real anymore. "Fenturd! Not me, Dash Baxter, but Fenturd!"

His reaction was quite reasonable, the Danny in his chair mused. After all, the famous, strong, and charismatic super-hero Danny Phantom suddenly arrived in the middle of Mr. Lancer's soporific spiel about some book or whatnot, handing him the weapon – his Mom was rather mad when she realized people were already assuming that the Thermos was Phantom's – he used daily to capture ghosts.

A voice that sounded like Jazz commented in his brain about personality dissociation and narcissism and- let's not go there. It's rather terrifying to think that his sister got to his head.

Strangely calm about the whole thing, Danny peered at his two best friends. Sam had her face slammed down at the table while Tucker looked like the cat that ate the canary. Sure, they would panic over it later, but they were still teenagers enough to at least enjoy the moment while it lasted.

"Phantom?" He said as flatly as he could, as if he wasn't essentially speaking to himself. "Could you…"

The ghost snapped out of his trance. "Y-yeah! Here's the thermos!" The town hero – or pest, depending on who you asked – threw the metal container in his hands before floundering away invisibly.

Or at least, that's what the rest of the class except for him and his friends saw. The truth was that 'Phantom' merely dispelled himself, his memories returning to the blue-eyed halfa who was now leaning very tiredly in his desk.

He immediately went to sleep. He would only suffer through their questions much later, when he wasn't so exhausted anymore.

"Alright, Fenton! Tell us what happened just earlier!"

Danny only looked as dryly as he could. Dash wasn't really that intimidating anymore compared to Vlad… or Skulker… heck, only Box Ghost was the one left that Danny could say was less scary than him nowadays. Even Sam and evil!Tucker was scarier.

"If you haven't seen, I'm supposed to get home and return whatever ghost inside this thermos-" he shook the metal container to make a point, "-back to the Ghost Zone. I haven't really tested how long the containment lasts, and I really don't want to know."

Kind of a lie, since he knew that his evil future self was sealed into one months ago and was still locked inside his thermos.

Dash paled at the thought before letting him go. Danny let out a sigh of relief, and was about to leave when-

"Wait! There's one thing I want to ask!"

Danny froze. He then shook his head tiredly. "Yes, Star?"

"You look alike." The cheerleader stated while looking at him like he had grown an extra head. He would've, if he somehow messed up in the duplication process again. "I mean, you, Danny Fenton, and him, Danny Phantom, look alike."

Everyone blinked. They had somehow missed on that.

"Haha!" Tucker – in a very fake manner – tried to laugh it off. "What? Do you think it's something like Danny being somehow related to Phantom before he died?"

They all then stared at the Techno-Geek, who slammed his hands over his mouth. Sam looked like she would've throttled him if it wouldn't make it obvious they were hiding something.

"Could it be?" Mr. Lancer looked like he was pondering over a good mystery. "Is that true, Mr. Fenton that you are related to Mr. Phantom?"

Danny cringed over his question. "Uh, that's not really-"

"But they're too similar!" Mickey, the class genius – or nerd if you asked the A-listers – disagreed. "They have to be twins for that to happen…"

All of the stares suddenly turned back to Danny, who really didn't like the way it was going.

"Ummm…" Danny said as eloquently as he could. "Wait…"

"Oh god!" Valerie looked horrified. And regretful. What kind of conclusion had she arrived to make her look like that when she could've blown her top minutes ago, Danny wondered. Apparently he didn't have to. "He was your twin, wasn't he? And since we've never heard of it… he died while you were still unborn!"

Now it was Danny's turn to blink. "Err… Come again?"

His question was ignored. The Red Huntress was apparently too deep in her thoughts. "Then I didn't have to do that… Because he wouldn't have harmed you… Maybe the reason why he's even like that was because his sole reason to protect Amity Park was…"

"Ummm… Valerie, I think-"

She looked at him wide-eyed, interrupting Danny yet again. "To protect you."

While they were all unaware of Valerie's job as the Red Huntress, everyone else in the room could follow her thoughts well enough to realize what she was talking about. And the – incorrect – conclusion was rather shocking to them.

"Fenturd's… the one Phantom is fighting for?" Dash said glassily.

Unfortunately for Paulina, that was the moment she regained consciousness, rubbing her sore head. Which meant that she fainted again. Much to Sam's not-so-hidden joy.

"Okay, young man! We've received a message from Mr. Lancer about today. Mind telling us about what you told your classmates?"

He hadn't really said anything, Danny thought to himself. They all concluded on their own. But then again, he had to see what his parent's reactions would be.

"We've heard, Danny." His dad said seriously. "So, why haven't you told us about-"

Here is it, Danny closed his eyes as he waited for the expected explosion. But then… he was pulled into a hug. And were those tears?

"That we had been fighting the ghost of your twin brother?"

Danny mentally gaped before awkwardly returning the hug his father was giving him. Maddie was looking sadly at her gun. She seemed like she wanted to smash it to pieces repeatedly.

"We didn't know that you had a twin when I was still pregnant with you, Danny…" His mother wiped several tears away. "Come think of it, maybe it's even fate that Phantom could even hide himself from the ultrasound scan before he even died…"

Honestly, weren't they scientists? Why hadn't they've been more skeptical?

But then again, Danny would rather not look at the gift horse's mouth.

"We've got a theory, Danny." Jack turned to a one-arm hug as he waved his other arm, as if gesturing something. "That the connection between you twins had somehow been affected by the copious amounts of latent ectoplasm in the air here in Amity Park, allowing him to get a form that mirrors your own."

Maddie nodded. "That would also explain how he's different from every other ghost. After all, with you in the mix, it's like he's halfway between the realms of death and life."

The secret halfa chuckled uneasily a bit over the unexpectedly accurate statement from his mother.

"Could we meet him?" Jack said, a little hastily. "We promise, no guns."

"No threats of separating him molecule by molecule." Maddie winced as she remembered her threats. "Or dissections. Ghost or not, Fentons, or Phantom even, would stay together."

Danny could only stare as he finally realized that without his input, everything was actually going pretty well.

"It's rather logical, you know, Danny." Jazz suddenly spoke from behind his door, ironically spooking Danny out of his goal of bashing his head therapeutically on his pillow before he even started. "Why they actually thought of that. I should've realized earlier."

"What is it now, Jazz?" Danny asked tiredly.

"Well," His sister gestured empathetically for emphasis. "Nobody would actually think of 'Halfa!' from the start. Even I only realized the truth after seeing your transformation in action."

"And so, they made a hugely convoluted theory…"

"Convoluted or not, Danny," Jazz concluded, "It's a hugely advantageous situation for you now. It's not like ghosts really follow logic in the first place. Of course, 'Phantom' will now have to act as Danny Fenton's brother, but then again, it's not so hard."

She paused. "Hmmm… This could actually make my term paper…"

"Don't even think about it, Jazz." Danny threatened.

Jazz shrugged. "Excuse me if I don't find it interesting. Now that your alter ego would actually start interacting with your normal façade, it's very fascinating to me, and I haven't discarded those dissociative personalities of yours…"

"Jazz. Stop confusing me with psych speak."

His sister then sighed melodramatically. Had she been taking lessons from Vlad? "Anyways, you – and yes, I mean Phantom – should meet with Mom and Dad tomorrow. And affirm their thoughts."

Danny groaned, slamming his head to his pillow. "Just another day for the life of Danny Fenton."

"No, Danny," Jazz sounded like she was writing something on a notepad now. "The afterlife of Danny Phantom right?"

"Lib mi a'one."

AN: Aaaaaand… I'm stopping here.

Hmmm, not my usual 5k length, but I'll take it.

Would update in a few days; a week tops. Now, goodbye!

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