Chapter 1.

Danny moaned and rolled over, not exactly sure of where he was, though he had a pretty good idea of what had happened. He fell, and as he hit the floor, pain shot through him and he was wide awake. Jasmine and his parents were alerted as he screamed in surprise and agony, as they burst into his room only moments later.

His parents were first, his father kicking down his door for the eight hundredth time and his mother in hot pursuit. Their blasters were poised and ready to strike. The ghost hunter fanatics still weren't used to the idea of their son being half ghost, as it had only been about two weeks since they had learned about it. "Danny! What's wrong?" his father demanded, his narrowed eyes scanning the room for anything to shoot at. Danny was startled by their sudden appearance and backed up as far as he could, his back pressed against the side of his bed. "Get those things out of here!" he exclaimed, trying to kick off the bed sheet that had found its way around his legs.

"What's go-," Jazz began, peering around the edge of the doorway, though she stopped as she saw her bewildered brother. She was shocked, and Danny swore that she had been about to tear up on him as she raced over, shoving their parents out of the way as they lowered their weapons. "You're awake!" she said happily, hugging him tightly. He flinched and she quickly let go of him. "Sorry… How do you feel?" she said, much more calm than before, though her expression portrayed her excitement. "Weak and sore. What time is it…?" he replied, his mother's outstretched hand directing his vision to the clock. The hands said that it was 8:13. "You've been unconscious for nearly twenty hours," she said. Danny shook his head and stood, refusing Jasmine's help even though he struggled a little. Suddenly, somebody pounded on the door, and his father backed out of the room to answer it. Danny followed, his stride swaying a little. Even though his sister offered her arm to help him keep his balance, he refused. "I'm fine."

Tucker and Sam were standing in the doorway as his father opened it. "Is he awake yet?" she asked, her violet eyes wandering past him until they rested on Daniel, propping himself up with his left hand planted on the wall. "Danny!" they both squeaked in unison and bolted past his dad. Sam tried to hug him, but he reached out his other arm to stop her, yelping and clutching onto the back of his shoulder as it began to hurt again. She paused, but circled around behind him, aware that his blue eyes were following her. She attempted to pull down the collar of his shirt to examine where the ghost had stung him, but he quickly spun around and brushed her hand off. "Don't touch it, please," he requested, shielding it against the wall.

"Are you sure you're ok? You took a pretty hard hit yesterday," Tucker asked, exchanging a glance with Sam. "Seriously guys, I'm fine! I can handle my own body," he said irritably, his eyes narrowing slightly. Feeling a little better now that his friends knew that he wasn't dying, he headed off towards the lab to look up and see about the beetle he had fought. Sam and Tucker followed after him as he headed downstairs, though they allowed him space. He obviously wasn't too thrilled about being injured as he sat down at his laptop and began typing quickly, searching through ghost files for anything useful. He didn't have information on everything, and the ghost that had struck him down wasn't logged. He snorted and began to make a new file, typing in all that he knew about it.

His two friends looked on over his shoulder, reading as he typed on. "Are you sure you don't need anything?" Tucker asked uneasily as he shifted a bit. "Right now I'm fine. It's getting late; you should go get some sleep. I'll be fine," he replied firmly without shifting his concentrated gaze from the screen except for a glance. They looked like they had been awake up since he had passed out, waiting for him to wake up, and he wasn't exactly the picture of a good nap either. Reluctantly, they left, leaving Danny alone in the lab. Once they left, he turned in his chair, his gaze searching the lab and landing on the ghost portal. He was tempted to see if anybody knew about it, but he resisted. After shutting his laptop, he stood and made his way back up the stairs. Tucker and Sam had left, leaving him and his family in peace for the night. He walked by Jazz's room, and she looked up from the book she was reading for a moment as he passed.

Soon he was down in the kitchen where his parents had settled back down, working on another fancy ghost contraption. Opening the fridge, he sifted through it to find something to eat before getting some real sleep. Finding nothing better with his limited appetite, he made a bowl of cereal and sat down to eat it at the table, making sure he sat as far away from their new invention as possible. "What's that?" he asked cautiously. It looked like a radar of some sort. "It's the Fenton Finder 2.0. Now, it can tell you specific ghosts! And find logged ones too!" his father announced proudly. "Nice," he replied, almost genuinely impressed this time. If he was allowed near it, it might be able to help him. Satisfied, he ate some of his cereal, suddenly gaining an appetite after tasting it. He paused mid bite as his mother finished the new Fenton Finder and his father aimed its miniature satellite at him. It spoke in its generic female electronic voice, as always. "Ghost sensed straight ahead," it said, beeping repeatedly as his father began to click buttons. "Ghost registered as 'Danny Phantom'. Thank you for using the Fenton Finder." His dad got that accomplished grin on his face as it worked. "Yes! Now just to see if it can find you specifically, but that will have to wait," he said happily, before leaving the room to go stash it with his other gadgets. Putting up his dirty dishes after finishing his cereal, Danny headed back up to his room, lying down awkwardly in order to avoid hurting his injured shoulder.

He laid there thinking for nearly twenty minutes thinking before he finally fell into a much needed deep sleep.