You people are just amazing. Less than a day after posting chapter 1 and I have as many followers for this story as I do for my other story, and Laughter was posted months ago. Thank you so much for your feedback and your follows. This chapter will act as a filler until the reveal chapter. That being said I'll try not to make it too boring.

Alright people, hope you enjoy!

It should have been a regular, lazy Saturday. The sun was shining, the birds were singing, and a gentle warm breeze of summer made its way through the simple and somewhat quiet town...that is until a monochromatic blur of black and white slammed into
the old abandoned brick factory, punching a hole the size of a sedan into the brickwork.

Slowly, a white-gloved hand gripped the edge of the hole and dragged its owner up to rest against the debris. "Ugh, damn it, that kinda hurt." Danny groaned, trying to clear the fuzziness of the impact from his head as a shadow loomed over him.

"I've had enough of the games, punk. Give yourself up and I'll consider shaving a couple decades off your sentence." Walker, the Jailer of the Ghost Zone, sneered down at the young halfa.

Taking flight to be even with the skeletal looking ghost, Danny rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, "the only thing that needs shaving is that ego of yours, Walker." Reaching to his belt he pulled out the Fenton Thermos and willed a swirling green and
blue ball, a combination of his ecto-energies, to form in his right hand, "now do me a favor and get in the thermos before I charbroil you and throw you on ice."

Walker scowled before throwing his hands in front of him and fired ecto-beams at Phantom. Danny dodged left and right, avoiding the twin beams of energy easily before he released the swirling orb in his palm and chucked it at the jailer's face. The sphere
met its mark and detonated like a stick of dynamite, sending Walker hurdling into the street below, and carving a deep trench in the solid concrete.

The jailer groaned and tried to pick himself up, only to feel the familiar vacuum like sensation of the Fenton Thermos taking hold of him. "This ain't over punk! I will have you in a cell! Mark my woooordds…!" Danny capped the thermos when the
blue light faded, "yeah, yeah, save it for visitors day."

Running a gloved hand across his face, he mock-wiped his brow in relief. Glancing at his watch, a ghost gift from Clockwork, he sighed, "Crap, I better move. I promised Sam and Tuck I'd meet them for movie night. First things first, drop big-tall-and-ghostly
off in the GZ and then I can head to Sam's." Turning intangible he shot off like a bullet from a gun towards Fenton Works.

"Hey Sam, have you heard from Danny? He said he'd meet us here like half an hour ago." Tucker called to the recyclo-vegetarian. Tucker Foley had grown in the four years since his best friend became Danny Phantom. His thick glasses had been replaced with
contacts and he no longer looked like your average scrawny techno-geek. Of course, he was still a techno-geek, no amount of teasing and being called a loser would negate his love for technology. The years of fighting ghosts along side Danny had done
him wonders. His face had lost all traces of baby fat, making his features more squared and defined. He had gained a decent amount of muscle mass as well, not enough to make him look like a body-builder but just enough to give him a fit appearance.
Ditching his usual yellow long-sleeve and olive green cargos, he had opted for a red shortsleeve tee and black cargo shorts.

Sam hummed as she looked through her vast collection of DVD's before she answered. "He hasn't texted me. Must have ran into some annoying ghost, like the Box Ghost or something." Sam Manson had grown as well in her years of ghost fighting. While still
retaining her goth look she had opted for black and white tees sporting the DP logo, and black skinny jeans with her usual combat boots. She too had developed as well, her figure had become more womanly and pronounced, often attracting more attention
than she prefered from the guys at Casper High.

Before Tucker could add to her response he felt a cold sensation sweep over him and the temperature in the room dropped. "BOO!" Tucker jumped from his theatre seat, screaming. Danny turned tangible behind his friend, clutching his sides in laughter at
Tuckers reaction.

"Dammit Danny! Don't do that!" Tucker shouted, his face glowing red in embarrassment.

"Hahaha, sorry Tuck. I couldn't resist." Danny gasped, wiping a tear from his eye while his male best friend glared at him. Sam chuckled and shook her head before grabbing a movie from the shelf, "speaking of ghosts, how about a Ghostbusters marathon?"

Danny finally regained his breathing and nodded his head, a satisfied grin on his face. Tucker grunted in agreement while he sat back in his seat and crossed his arms. Danny took his seat in one of the recliners while Sam popped the movie in the player
and turned on the projector. She took her seat and the huge projector screen lit up, music pouring from the surround sound.

The halfa propped his chin on his fist and watched as the previews danced across the screen. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Tucker stretch his arms above his head, causing his shirt to ride up and expose his toned stomach. Danny perked up when his
sensitive hearing picked up a quickening heartbeat. Glancing to his left, he saw Sam staring at Tucker, her heart was pounding and a faint flush of pink could be seen on her cheeks in the dim lighting. Sam's eyes went wide when she realized Danny
had noticed her ogling their friend. The halfa smirked when she froze and rolled his eyes, returning his attention to the movie. 'Lovebirds'

An hour into the movie Tucker had passed out in his recliner, hands folded behind his head and red beret covering his eyes. Sam and Danny had turned the volume down on the movie and were talking quietly.

"So have you thought about what we talked about the other day?" The goth girl asked, her eyes narrowed and trained on Danny. He rubbed the back of his neck and flinched under Sam's glare. He sighed, "yeah. I just don't know if I'm ready to tell them yet.
I mean, yeah it's been four years and yeah Phantoms reputation has grown over that time, but...there's always that chance that they just won't accept me."

Sam nodded in understanding. It would be a difficult thing, revealing to your own parents that you're half-ghost. Especially if said parents are ghost-hunters who have threatened to rip you apart 'molecule-by-molecule'. "Well whatever you decide Danny,
and whatever happens, me and Tucker will have your back no matter what." She smiled reassuringly at him.

Danny smiled in return before smirking, "speaking of which, when are you gonna tell Tuck you've got a crush on him?"

Sam froze and blushed bright red, "I-I don't know what you're talking about."

The ghost-boy grinned at her, "oh c'mon Sammy. Even someone as clueless as me can see how you look at him." He glanced back at his sleeping friend before turning back to Sam, his expression serious and caring. "He likes you too you know. He told me himself.
Said, 'dude I gotta be straight with you. Since you're my best friend and like a brother to me, it's only fair I tell you; I have a crush on Sam.'" Danny paused to gauge her reaction. Sam looked over at Tuckers sleeping form, a small smile on her
lips. "I think you two would be really good together. With his love of meat, your recyclo-vegetarian lifestyle, and the fact you've known eachother since pre-K, you guys would make a good match. Opposites attract and all that."

Sam paused, mulling over his words. The smile on her face grew and her cheeks flushed, "you know what? You're right, I'll tell him. On one condition." It was her turn to smirk as Danny's expression faltered. "I'll tell Tucker when you tell your parents."

Danny paused and considered her ultimatum. Sticking out his hand, he looked her in the eye and nodded in agreement. Taking his hand, they shook twice and let go. The two friends turned their attention back to the movie, deep in thought while Tucker continued
to snore in his seat, completely unaware of his friends discussion.

I know, I know. Not the best chapter, but like I said, it was a filler. The real stuff will start picking up in the next chapter. For now let's take a vote. Comment 'Sucker Fenton' if you want next chapter to be The Reveal chapter. Comment Tick-Tock if you want more of Clockwork and Death interaction in the next chapter.

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