Chapter 2:

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Onwards!

Normally, when Danny went "missing", it was because he was hiding a particularly bad wound from his parents - and overprotective sister - and would hide out at Sam's or Tucker's, but this time, neither Sam nor Tucker knew where Danny had gone. To be perfectly honest, they were almost sure that a ghost had got him, and so they scavenged the ghost zone in the specter speeder, without any results.

They were just about to storm Vlad's mansion when Danny showed up at his house, just after his parents decided to report him missing. But there was something… off, about this Danny. When his best friends asked where he was while he was "missing", he just said he "Had stuff to do." It was like he wasn't actually there, just going through the motions of life. At first, Team Phantom thought something so bad, something traumatic, happened, But then…

This Danny wasn't Danny, it couldn't be Danny, so when they caught wind of the "mistaken" body the FBI thought was Danny on a whispered phone conversation with Danny's older sister Jazz, they both silently agreed that they would visit this "Special Agent Seeley Booth" to get to the bottom of this. They got on a jet, courtesy of Sam's wealth, headed straight to Washington D.C.

"The pilot does know where he's going right?" Tucker asked straightening his beret and glancing almost longingly at the cockpit door.

"No Tucker, he's completely incompetent." Sam sighed, she folded her arms and glared at her friend, drumming her black nails on her arm. Danny was always the peacemaker between the two, without him all they did was fight.

The African American boy scowled at her, and his eyes narrowed behind his thick glasses. "Hey you never know!" he defended casting another longing look at the door separating them and the pilot.

The goth squeezed her eyes shut and took a few deep breaths in and out, in and out, until she felt like destroying the world only a tiny bit more than she normally did. "You just want to fly the plane don't you?" She asked, now studying her black and purple mini skirt closely to keep from looking up and possibly shooting Tucker with one of the Ecto-weapons they had brought with them.

"Well of course I do! This plane has state of the art technology, I would love to get my hands on those…." He started rambling on about everything the jet had to offer.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, Techno Geek stuff." Sam muttered, the phrase 'if looks could kill' ran through Tucker's mind. "Now just sit there and SHUT. UP!" She barked and Tucker did as he was told, partly because Sam was terrifying when she got annoyed and partly because the trunk containing the weapons was a little too close to her for his liking.

"Thank you..." Sam sighed, and the two friends sat in silence the rest of the way, each one thinking up a different plan to rescue their friend from...well whatever it was they were rescuing him from.

He was falling, he could feel himself falling. The air had a sharp, electric smell to it, like exposed wires - or Ectoblasts. The latter would be more plausible, but….why was he falling? Had he been hit? He didn't feel any pain, he just felt cold, like an iceberg now resided in his stomach, cold and empty. Like he had been hollowed out. What was this?!

"Danny?! Danny?!" he heard someone calling his name, and jolted back to the present.

"Huh..whaa-appened?" He slurred, his eyes -that were still bright green- half open.

Three concerned faces peered down at him "Are you alright sweetie?" Said the woman who had dropped the notebook.

"I- I-" he stuttered, and shivered, the past still clinging to him slightly. The African American woman looked about ready to restart his heart, if necessary.

"I don't know what happened…" He breathed, shaken. The woman with the sketchbook suddenly hugged him,

"I'm glad you're ok…" She breathed. "I couldn't imagine, if you were my kid…" Danny, startled, stopped focusing on remaining solid, his body slowly started turning intangible and he almost fell through the woman before turning solid again. He really needed to get a handle on these powers, or look for a place to hide and change back, no, that wouldn't solve the problem and he'd have to deal with the many, many more questions….

"Heh, um, you are?" He questioned, hoping she didn't notice his slip.

The woman blinked at the boy unsure if she had just seen what she thought she saw. After a second long stare down she smiled and said "Oh! I'm Angela, and this other woman is Cam." she said, pointing first to herself, then the woman that was in the room originally. "And that is-"

"Wendell." Danny remembered, nodding.

Wendell looked up at the sound of his name, he had been studying Danny's files with a small frown on his face.

"Hmm?"

"Mr. Bray? What on earth is taking-" A brunette woman with cold blue eyes entered the room, stopped, staring into the eyes of the teen still sitting on the autopsy table.

"Uh, hi." Danny said repeating himself from earlier. He suddenly felt even more self conscious in all his white haired, green eyed, ghostly glory then he did before. This woman's eyes seemed to be looking directly into his soul, studying every inch of him.

"You were a corpse."

"Doctor Brennan-" Cam started but Danny interrupted her.

"Heh. Heh. Was I?" He asked rubbing the back of his neck.

"Yes, you were." Bones confirmed, falling back on her very straight-faced, scientific persona, trying to deal with the current situation. she cocked her head slightly, "so why aren't you anymore?" she turned slightly to look at her coworkers, as if they could explain to her why her remains were no longer dead. They all shrugged, and because they were more compassionate they were more worried about the health of the boy at the moment, and had all silently agreed to figure out the resurrection problem after they were sure Danny was fine, well as fine as he could be given his apparent death.

"I've been taking my vitamins?" He offered weakly. "Drinking lots of milk?" His voice seemed to rise two octaves, letting everyone know that he was lying (as if they didn't already realize that before.)

Bones glared her mind racing a million miles an hour. She decided she didn't like it when remains started breathing again. She took a step towards the boy.

"Can you stand?" She asked, her voice had a sharp 'I-don't-like-you-so-don't-mess-with-me' tone to it.

Danny gulped and looked down at his feet, willing them to remain solid as they hit the tile floor with a muffled thump. "Y-yeah."

Doctor Brennan circled the boy, reminding him of a giant vulture, looking at him as if he were simply a problem that needed to be solved. The brunette woman paused and took a few steps back. Danny could see the confusion in her eyes, she didn't know what was going on, and he got the feeling she didn't like not knowing.

"You'll have to come with me." She ordered in a clipped tone, with most people they might've had to grab Danny by the wrist and drag him around but this woman's very aura commanded respect. And so he followed.

They walked through a large open area filled with men and women in pristine lab coats holding equipment Danny hoped would not be used on him anytime soon...or at all. Though a little paranoid voice in the back of his head that he couldn't turn off said they would be.

"Wait here." Doctor Brennan said sharply. They were stopped in front of an office filled with strange plants and a odd smell.

The woman entered, her heels clicking on the tile and called out for a certain "Doctor Hodgins" and explained the situation to him, well, all she knew about it. There was a few long seconds of silence and then a male voice yelled,

"Zombie apocalypse! I knew it!"

Danny laughed at the man's excitement and turned invisible for a split second (he had been laughing so hard he hadn't been concentrating on keeping himself visible) -before catching his mistake and freezing, making sure every muscle was working towards keeping himself normal looking. Why couldn't he get his powers under control?! It was starting to scare him.

Doctor Brennan poked her head out and waved him in, she was still glaring. Inside Danny could hear the man rambling on excitedly,

"No, it makes sense, the DNA anomalies, everything! The government is covering up their existence! It's all a conspiracy!" He continued rambling waving his hands about excitedly, but Brennan was no longer listening, she steered Danny inside, gave him a half puzzled/half angry glance then pulled her cellphone out of her pocket and dialed a number, stepping outside to take the call.

The man stopped his long-winded conversation with no one as soon as he noticed the white haired teen standing very still in the doorway.

"Oh..my…" The curly haired man was suddenly way too close for Danny's comfort studying every inch of him.

"Uh, hi." He really needed to get a better intro.

Booth decided it would be best to talk to Angela in person, and got ready to leave his office, stalling for several hours to try and figure out how to tell the woman with a supercomputer that was never wrong, that she was wrong. About two steps from the door, his phone rang, saying the main desk downstairs wanted him, so he sighed, and pushed the talk button.

"Booth." he stated with a practiced ease,

"There are a couple of teens down that are here demanding to see you about a case, they say they have vital information." The woman stated calmly, clearly having had said this a thousand times.

"Alright, I'm on my way down anyway, sit them down in a waiting area, I'll be about two minutes." He hung up, walking with purpose to the elevator, and jammed the button for the bottom floor with a slight huff, slightly irritated that his task was interrupted, but mostly wanting this "Vital Information."

When he swerved out of the elevator, narrowly avoiding the shoulder of another person, he headed towards the front desk, where the secretary barely glanced up before pointing to a room slightly down the hall where the two teens waited to talk to him.

"Hello, I'm Special Agent Seeley Booth-" he barely made it through the door before a couple of teens, a goth girl and an African American boy, pounced on him, spouting a million words at once, yelling over the other.

"HEY!" He shouted, successfully stopping the unintelligible string of words. "Alright, you," He pointed to the goth girl, "Why are you here?"

"You called to notify my best friend's parents that he was dead, only he wasn't, he had shown up back at home this morning-"

"That was only a couple of hours ago, how did you get from Amity Park to Washington D.C. in only," He glanced at his watch, "Two and a half hours?" She waved him off,

"Private Jet. Anyway," here she took a deep, shuddering breath, "We don't think the boy that came back was Danny." Booth leaned forward, suddenly intrigued,

"What do you me-" Here, his phone ringed and he gave a soft groan, and checked the caller ID, confirming it was indeed Bones.

"Just a minute, I really gotta take this." He flipped open his phone, ignoring the girl's outraged and angry expression, "What do you got for me?"

"The remains that were found this morning woke up on Cam's autopsy table." Bones stated evenly, shocking Booth.

"What?" He managed not to yell, turning to face away from the suddenly straight-faced teens.

"Why don't you come to the lab, and meet our murder victim?" He heard Hodgins through the speaker "Hey, be careful with that!' There was a moment of silence and then he faintly heard Hodgins say "Whoa. Good reflexes" and then he heard the telltale click of the call ending. Booth grit his teeth slightly before whirling around to face the teens, pointing to each in turn.

"Alright, you, you, you're coming with me." He marched out of the room, not even turning to see if they were following him, and out to his SUV, entirely focused on getting answers.

"Danny" rounded the corner and headed into his kitchen making sure Jack hadn't moved any of the various ghost trapping buttons in the refrigerator. He had memorized where all those were and had made sure to include it in his report to his father.

Oh how proud his father was when he had learned all that he had done since coming to Amity Park. His other self flew quite far, trying to get away, but in the end ran out of energy, and the imposter managed to kill him about halfway across the country.

He wanted some good information to include in his newest report, because it included very bad news. His 'original's' body had been found, and the FBI was doing an investigation, they had even managed to get an ID in less than six hours! His "Friends" flew via private jet to Washington D.C. to "Get to the bottom of it," Even though he said he didn't want them to. They probably knew something was up. Father would scold him. And Father's scoldings…. weren't pleasant to say the least.

But nothing had changed in the house, Jack and Maddie were still as clueless as ever and Jazz, well he couldn't figure Jazz out, how did the 'original' ever manage to hold a conversation with the walking textbook he had called a sister?

"Danny!" A loud voice called from probably halfway across the house. "Danny" flinched. Ugh, what did that oaf want now?!

"Coming..Dad." If Jack Fenton noticed the slight pause between his "son's" words he didn't say anything.

"Danny" slowly made his way into the living room, fidgeting with his t-shirt, his 'original's' clothing didn't feel right, if he didn't know better he'd say they were rebelling against him. He wished more than anything he could change back into the jumpsuit he was 'born' in.

"Yeah?" "Danny" asked.

Jack looked up from the new Fenton-whatever he was creating and his face broke into a gigantic, ditzy, smile. "Danny! I was thinking-"

'A dangerous pastime for you.' "Danny" thought to himself.

"-we should go fishing on Lake Eerie! What'daya say? Just like old times Danny-boy?"

"Danny" thought for a minute and then smiled to himself. Perhaps he would have something good to report to his father after all, the person he hated most in the world stuck out in a lake, all alone, with no help in sight.

"I would love to Dad."

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