Hey Guys! Hope you're enjoying the story so far. For some reason I'm not near as confident in the storyline/plot as I am with my Treasure Planet fic, so the updates may be pretty slow. That and I'm not used to writing in third person, like at all. So if you see the POV changing that's the reason why, usually I alternate POV with each chapter but I'm trying real hard to keep everything in third person.

Anywho, Dan belongs to whoever made him. Becca and Tiffany are my OC.

"Wait. So you're telling me the savior you've been looking for is a fucking stripper?!" Dan laughed incredulously.

"Dancer." Clockwork corrected. "She's the only one in the establishment that doesn't take any clothing off."

"Oh, so you've watched her grind on a pole." Dan muttered looking over his human form in the mirror. It was going to take him awhile to get used to wearing human clothes again. The black cotton shirt combined with the semi-fitted black jeans were comfortable, it was just different. Bending down to finish tying his combat boots he looked up at the temporal spirit. "I always knew you were a closet pervert."

"I've seen some of the things you've done Phantom. I can assure you out of the two of us, the pervert isn't me." Clockwork chuckled.

Dan threw him a 'What the fuck' look. "ANYWAYS, I better get going, being on a time limit and all." With a wave of his hand a portal appeared. Before he stepped through, Clockwork placed a hand on his shoulder to stop him.

"Remember what I told you. She doesn't know anything about ghosts or her reaper half, so keep your powers hidden."

Dan groaned with impatience. "For fucks sake I get it! Kidnap your little stripper, drag her here and keep all things ghost under wraps. Now let me go Clocky, time's a-tickin'."

"Hey Becca, did you hear? We've got a new customer tonight." Tiffany came bouncing into the locker room, her Carribean accent carrying a tone of excitement. This wasn't too small of a town, but very rarely did out of towners visit their little establishment so any newcomer usually created a buzz throughout the club.

"Sounds great Tiff," Becca mumbled automatically stifling a yawn.

Throwing a hand on her hip, Tiffany watched as Becca applied the finishing touches to her makeup. Strutting across the room, she grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to face her.

"Becca, go home." She begged, " You've made enough money this week to pay your bills for six months. You need a decent night's sleep."

"I can't Tiff you know that," Becca sighed, "Besides I'm trying to get enough money together for my donation to the hospital this month."

Tiffany knew there wouldn't be any reasoning with her. Ever since Becca's little brother Connor died she'd made monthly donations to the children's hospital where he had stayed. She'd even help pay off some of the kid's medical bills, anything she could do to help alleviate the stress on the families. She knew first hand just how stressful those bills could be, that's what got her started in this profession in the first place. She was able to make a ton of money in a short amount of time, and still be able to take care of her brother.

"Well at least take it easy using your powers tonight, and once your performance is over go home and get some rest," Tiffany sighed, "But for real, we got a new customer tonight and he's hot as hell. None of the other girls can stay off of him."

"Those desperate bitches can't stay off of anyone," Becca laughed. Being one of the most popular dancers in the club came with a world of problems, one of those being jealousy from the other girls. When she first started she constantly got into cat fights when the other girls would try and steal her money or when their favorite customers paid her more attention. It was only after her eighth fight when they finally left her alone, but the abuse just went from physical to verbal. Little did they know the reason she was the best paid girl was because of her powers, the ones that only her mom and her best friend Tiffany knew about.

Ever since she could remember she was able to always get her way with everyone except her mom. 'Psychic charm' is what her mom called it. "It runs in the family honey," she would explain, "Everyone has a bit of psychic ability in them, yours is just more in tune. That's why you can see and feel what others can't." At first, this gift scared her. Can you imagine waking up to a strange half invisible man standing at the foot of your bed? But once Becca's mom realized what was scaring her at night she gave her tools on how to control her gift.

"Your safe place is you, Becca, always remember that. You can't see or feel what you don't want to."

This became her mantra. Anytime she would see a ghost or get that chilling feeling she would remind herself, 'Your safe place is you.'' Those words were playing on repeat in her head when Tiff broke through the fog.

"Well, maybe this one won't fall in love with you so one of us can get a chance to make some money." She rolled her eyes, pretending to be annoyed.

Flipping her hair Becca caught on to her game. "I'll try, but it's just so hard to keep the men off of me." They both couldn't keep up the charade for too long before they broke down into a fit of giggles. Just then, the club manager popped around the corner.

"You're up Star."

"Coming!" Becca called taking one last look before walking towards the door. "We've gotta come up with a better stage name for me." She whispered to Tiffany before breaking out in a smile

Dan couldn't believe he agreed to do this fucking stupid test. He hadn't been in a strip club in what felt like forever and it was still as overrated as he remembered. Hell, the only reason he went to them in the first place was to cure his curiosity, once he was satisfied he'd moved on to his new interest.

Finally making it through the door, he grabbed a drink from the bar and found a place to wait near the back. Clockwork had warned him that it'd be crowded, apparently Becca was the most popular dancer on this side of town and she always drew a big crowd, but he didn't warn him about the overly desperate bitches that would claw all over him as soon as he walked through the door. Judging by the glares the other men threw his way, he wasn't the only one unhappy about the extra attention he was getting.

Eventually, he was able to scare most of the girls away from him, and the ones that still hung around disappeared after he flashed a hundred dollar bill for them to leave him the hell alone. Taking a swig of his whiskey, he was looking around for her when all of a sudden the music changed. The obnoxious bass of the hip-hop song was switched with a heavy electric guitar and the crowd went crazy. Now, this is a club I wouldn't mind coming to. Dan didn't have to look too far before he found exactly who he was looking for.

"And now for the lady of the night you've all been waiting for," the DJ announced, "She's wild, she's crazy, and she's ready to party. The one and only Star!"

Dan couldn't help but bust out laughing. "That's fuckin' original," he said to himself.

Just as the song started the spotlight shot to the back of the club. There she was all eyes on her. She's a scrawny little shit Dan thought as Becca made her way through the crowd to stand on stage, but then again everyone looked scrawny compared to him. He could only see the top of her head until she climbed up on the stage, then he could see why she was the most popular. All the other girls in the club were the same, fake tans, blonde hair, 6 inch high clear plastic heels and wearing practically nothing.

Stepping into the spotlight, Becca's pale skin glowed, her coal black hair pulled halfway up fell down her back in soft waves. The one thing that set her apart above all else was her clothes. In a place where nudity was a commodity, she was the only girl in the entire place that was modestly covered wearing what looked like a deep garnet blinged out bathing suit. Topping off her look was a pair of knee high combat boots, a stark contrast to what the other girls were traipsing around in.

Dan sat there, eyes transfixed on Becca as she went through her performance. Clockwork was right about one thing, she didn't take an ounce of clothing off. By the time she was done she had everyone practically eating out of her hand, as she and a couple of the other dancers scooped piles of money off of the floor and stuffed it in a clear bag for her to take back stage. The music went back to the usual hip hop that was playing before, and the crowd started to calm back down. Finishing off his drink, he left his glass on the table and snuck backstage before she could get away.

Becca sat on the floor of the empty locker room sorting out the money she'd made for the night. She had already thrown her hair in a bun and had changed into a comfortable pair of shorts and a sweatshirt. She was so wrapped up in her counting that she didn't notice Dan when he walked in to lean in the doorway.

"You know you gotta come up with a better stage name than Star, Rebecca." Dan muttered, an arrogant smirk on his face.

Her eyes shot up to glare at him. Instantly she became defensive, no one other than Tiffany knew her real name. "And who the fuck are you?" she spat.

"No one important, for now anyway." Dan answered nonchalantly. "You need to come with me so the quicker you wrap all this up the better."

"Like hell," she laughed, "Look I may have plenty of admiring customers, but I don't go home with anyone."

"I'm not taking you home. I'm taking you to see a friend of mine."

She had resumed counting. "Oh, that sounds even better. But still not interested."

"I bet you change your mind if you knew what my friend had to show you." he challenged.

"And what is that?" she drawled.

Dan looked around to make sure no one was listening. "It's about your parents, specifically your dad."

This got her attention. "Both of my parents are dead," she lied, "So anything you have to say about them doesn't matter."

His eyes darkened, "Now you and I both know that's a fucking lie Becca. Your mom died when you were thirteen, but you didn't know what happened to your dad. Well I do, now are you gonna get your ass in gear and come with me or am I gonna have to carry you over my shoulder."

Placing the rest of her money in her backpack, she stood up to face him. He towered over her, hair just as dark as hers hung in his crystal blue eyes and was pulled back in a low ponytail. His cotton t-shirt, jeans and combat boots were all black, but the one thing that caught her attention was how much bigger than her he was. He was a mountain of muscle, his arms alone almost twice as big around as her thigh. She would've thought he was hot if he wasn't such a fucking asshole.

"Since you asked so nicely, of course I'll come!" She sneered sarcastically, "But first we gotta stop by my place."

"What the hell for?!" Dan barked impatiently.

"Because it's not a good idea for us to be walking around this neighborhood with almost two grand in cash." She snarled "Let me drop my backpack off and we can go."

Once Becca told Tiffany goodbye, her and Mr. Jackass made their way down the street towards her flat. She glanced up at him noticing just how tall he really was, only coming up to his shoulder she had to nearly crane her neck to be able to look him in the face. His eyes darted all around them constantly on alert as if waiting for someone, or something, to jump out at any minute.

"So are you going to at least tell me your name? Or how you know so much about me?" She asked, trying to fill the awkward silence.

"The name's Dan," he muttered, "And the answer to your second question is a bit complicated."

"Really," she rolled her eyes, "how complicated can it be?"

"More than you can imagine, it'll just be easier to show you." He stopped and looked up at the abandoned building Becca had led him to. "Wait a minute, you live here?" he asked warily.

She glanced around like she didn't know what the problem was. "Umm. Yeah? What's wrong with it?"

"Umm," he imitated her, "It's a fucking dump."

She rolled her eyes and continued to walk up the worn down steps. "It's private," she defended, "Don't judge a book by it's cover."

He scoffed before following her scrunching his nose up as rats ran past them. They climbed stairs until they were on the very last floor when Dan noticed this particular part of the building was more well kept than the rest. He was surprised to notice that the walls on one side of the hall looked almost brand new while the rest of the floor was open down to the support beams. They walked down the corridor a little ways until they came upon a wooden door.

After unlocking what seemed like half a dozen locks, Becca pushed the door open. "You can wait here, I'm just gonna throw this in here and grab a jacket."

Dan nodded, shoving his hands his his pockets leaning against a beam across the hall. As soon as the door shut, Becca started throwing locks into place. "God damn it." Dan muttered before bellowing, "YOU'RE JUST GONNA MAKE THIS AS FUCKING DIFFICULT AS YOU CAN HUH?!"

"You're fucking crazy if you think I'm just going to go wherever with a creeper like you!" she shouted.

"And you're fucking stupid for showing a creeper where you live!" Dan marched to the door and tried to force the knob to open. Even with his superhuman strength, it wouldn't budge. He tried ramming it with his shoulder, but still nothing.

"Nice try fucker, but there's no way you can get in here." she laughed, "Now fuck off before I call the cops."

Great. Dan thought. He was stupid to think this damn test Clockwork sent him on would go smoothly, and the last thing he needed was more humans getting involved than necessary. Holding his ear close to the door, he listened to see if Becca was somewhere close on the other side. Hearing nothing but silence, he went intangible and stepped through. He was expecting for her a to be in the other room following through with her threat to call the police. What he saw instead was a Rebecca with glowing green and black eyes, hands at her sides with wisps of red ecto-energy floating up into the freezing air.

Ho-holy shit. Returning to normal, he held his hands up in defense. How in the hell was she able to tap into her reaper powers when she didn't even know she had them? "Now Becca, I can explain.." Fucking Clockwork skipping out on important details again.

"I KNEW YOU WERE ONE OF THEM!" she shrieked before rushing him.