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"So, where do I put my stuff?"

Danny POV

Tell me again why we're here?

Yeah, I want t go home and kill our so called 'parents'.

And that is why we can't go home, or anywhere else for that matter.

Why not? They deserve to die for what they did to us!

You are psycotic. If we stay here we can both fuel our obsession and be stopped if we go off the handle. Its a win-win.

Uh, guys?

But I want to go off the handle, I want to fucking rip their faces off!

That sounds discusting, but seriously, guys?

And I don't want to have any more deaths on my concience!

Then get rid of your concience! We were their son, and they put us through hell!

That doesn't mean that we return the favor, be the bigger person Dan.

Guys?

The bigger person?! They didn't take our crayons, this isn't about thrughing a goddamn tantrum!

Really? Are you telling me that your actions aren't the manifestation of a tantrum?

Guys? Its actually kind of important.

Those assholes ripped us apart and laughed as we screamed!

They didn't know we could feel pain!

Because they never asked!

Really, kinda, important.

Thats not their fault, they think all ghosts are just manifestations of all the negative emotions, they never considered the fact that we have physical bodies means we are capable of phsical pain.

So we can't blame them for their self-imposed ignorance?

GUYS!

What?

Look!

Our vision faded into reality and saw what Fenton was so worried about.

Weapons, everyone was holdng them, and pointing them. Is seemed as if everyone was armed, and more importantly, armed with ecto-weapons, fabulous. Everyone was in fighting positions and appered to be waiting for some thing.

"What?"

"Answer the question." said Batdude all comadningly.

"What question?" I need to stop zoning out to have these conversations with myself.

"Why are you here?" I could hear the irritation in Batdude's voice.

"Well I was hoping to crash here for a bit, but I have a feeling thats easier said then done." I eyed the weapons warily.

"Why would you want to stay here?" asked the red robot.

"Weell, when I was in MArtian girl's head I got a feel for the place, I need a place to crash and this place seemed nice. Whats the problem?"

They all seemed freaked, which I honestly couldn't fathom.

"Why would we let a murderer stay here?" asked Robin.

"Murderer? Who'd I murder?"

"You were responsible for the Casper High DIsaster. Thats nearly a hundred deaths on your head."

I felt my eyes go wide, "No way, they pinned all that on me?"

"What do you mean?" asked red Tornado.

I couldn't respond, there was too much noise inside my head.

They, they think we did that?

It's okay kid.

wow, Dan's being comforting, this is bad.

I heard that.

Oops

They, they, they blame us for all that? H-how could they think I would kill all those people?

Fenton, it's okay, don't freak out.

Don't freak out? DON'T FREAK OUT? THEY BLAME US FOR TUCKS DEATH! FOR JAZZS! FOR S-

Did he just faint?

I didn't know that was possible-but, yeah I think he did.

"Answer the question Phantom!" demanded Batman.

I binked, the world outside my own head comeing into focus abrupty.

"Oh, sorry, I just didn't think everyone would blame me. The Fenton's I get, but everyone?" I trailed off, thinking of the implications.

That means everyone thinks we are murderers.

I don't have a problem with that.

That is because your psycotic being lacking a concience.

That's Fenton's job.

"Why are you suprised by that?"

Woah, back to reality, not fun, "Well, I suppose I shouldn't be, I mean people's opions have always been pretty easily influencible, but I figured that someone might have survived that was actually there. Does that mean that no one survived?" That was not a good notion.

"What do you mean, are you saying that the people there would have a different opion?" asked gill dude.

"Well, maybe not all of them, the blast was pretty big, not all those that were in range were actually there to see what I happened." I said musingly.

"Why should we trust you, you're not even acting like you care about the people who died." Hissed the kid with a black Supermen shirt.

"Well, of course not. My conceince fainted after Batdude said that people blamed me for the exsplosion."

"What?" asked the gir in green arrow garb.

I nodded enthustiastically, "Yup! I didn't even know he could faint."

I looked around at them, their faces all somewhat nixture of incrediaty, except the robot and Batdude, they were masters of the Poker face. "Well, are we done? I need to lie down I've been flying for hours to get here, I took me forever to find you guys. I'll just pick a room!" I dissapeared humming, not bothering to listen to the startled complaint. I hadn't had to interect with some many people in a while, it was exsughting. There was also the fact that I was currently operating sans concience, which has never been considered a good thing, even if we can't bring ourselves to care.

Artemis POV

"What the hell was that?" asked Zattanna summing up everyone's thoughts.

"He-He was proboly just trying to get us to let down our gaurd?" asked Robin uncertainly.

"Yup, he proboly just escaped again." I said gruffly, trying not to let the uncertainty into my vioce.

"Anyway, you should all stay here for the night so that ou can regin the search first thing in the morning," ordered Batman. We tried not to roll our eyes, even if we were still freaked from the suprise visit.

After all, none of us just had a clue what happened.

The Next Morning

Danny POV

I let our eyes slowly open, I didn't want to move, it had been so long sience I had slept on anything bu the floor, but I knew I had to eat.

Can we please get some food now, I want to transform back into a human.

Yeah, even I am getting sick of just our ghost form, we're a halfa for a reason.

I slid off the bad and made my way toward the smell of food.

Okay, I should proboly exsplain, if we were in ou ghost from we didn't have to eat, but time still passed for our human form. That meant that if we didn't feed regurly, regardless of form, our human form would kil us the second we transformed from malnutrition. We had also been spending the last few months in the clutches of ghost hunters, ghost hunters who would never even consider giving a ghost food.

So basically if we transformed now we would die (for good this time) in an instant.

Not a pleasant thought.

OKay, even I have to admit, this narration habit is getting a little wiered.

Me too, but I don't think he's going to break this habit anytime soom.

I can hear you, you know.

Good.

Enough you guys, look food!

I looked, and saw nirvana.

There, at the table were mountains of food, waffles to be exact, and it all looked delicious.

I suppose that they have to have alot, a speedster ust have a monster metabolism.

I agreed silently and grabbed a plate. It seemed the whole team was there, at least everyone I had met before, becasue there weren't any empty chairs.

Oh well.

I floated up silently next to Robin and proptly grabbed a stack of waffles off the plate in the middle, not botherine to even register his squak or the impending silence.

I grabbed some syrup and absently noticed that some were cautious ly reaching for thier weapons.

But then I took a bite.

I groaned, it really did taste as good as it smelled.

"Oh my gawd, dis is dewisous!" I exclaimed, my mouth still filled wit food, "Who made it?"

I looked around exspectantly, still seeing their looks of shock and horror.

"I did."

I turned to see Martian girl and smiled widely, "My complements."I went back to the delicoius meal, proceeding to ignore the rest of them.

Megan's POV

I stared at the others, their loks of shock were not helpful, so I set up a psycic link.

OKay, everyones connected. I said.

What is it still doing here? Asked Artemis.

Eating, looks like, commenting Wally dryly.

Not funny, thought Artemis.

The question is: What do we do? Thought Robin.

Stop him first off, I was going to eat those, thought Wally mournfully.

We need to asses the danger he poses to us, thought Kaldur.

Is he actually a danger to us? asked Zattanna.

Of course he's a danger! He's a murderer! Robin burst in.

I think we shouldn't take any action until we are able to properly gauge our threat. thought Kaldur with finality.

Lets just see how Wolf likes him, suggested Conner.

We will take Wolf's opion into account. thought Kaldur.

"Looks like we're about to find out," said Conner.

True to his word, there was Wolf, standing in the doorway and staring at Phantom with his tounge hanging out.

At this point the ghost has finished his Wally sized pile of waffles and looked to be going back in for seconds, it seemed to sense the mood and turned to see what everyone was staring at. When its eyes made contact with Wolf, it just looked at Wolf, mouth open . . .

"Oh crap." the ghost groaned.

. . . and then Wolf charged.