Binas: Glad last chapter was a hit. Adoption Nightmare is still having the next chapter written. I am trying to decide what to do after the freaky monster-of-the-week-that-has-an-extra-mouth gets put in its place by Danny (and Jazz). I also got other ideas for it that I am trying to sort like a body swapping idea (which has the potential of going wrong in SEVERAL ways).

Also, for some of the scenes, I did some research. So yes, I did my homework to make it as realistic as possible.

And a side note, I have been out of school from 2/17-2/20 due to the 3 to 5 inches of snow that fell on President's Day. So I have managed to get a few hours back into my sleep. Still not enough for me because I have had insomnia for a long time (most of the time, it takes until 11 o'clock just for me to get my mind relaxed enough to sleep, and I wake up at 5 o'clock so I can get ready for school, so I only get 6 freaking hours of sleep -.- ). I am just glad I haven't gone insane or something yet. But I will admit, I am a rather short fused person, so I am not exactly the one you want to be around when I wake up on the wrong side of the bed.

Now for a story recommendation, one of my favorite prequel stories for Danny Phantom is "The Accident: A Prequel to Mystery Meat" by DB-KT. While I don't have the same idea of ghosts being dead people for the DP universe, it is a well written story (yes, I follow the whole "Monster from another Universe" idea that Butch originally intended).

EDIT (6/9/2015): Massive grammar clean up.

Review Time:

reviewer74: Thank you. I try.

Skaian Clouds: Glad to see a supporter for the idea of them finding out. I will use it when I get the chance and glad you did! ^.^ Also nice to know I am not the only one who reads Author's Notes.

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Sam entered the Foley household as Tucker welcomed her inside. She held very little patience for Tucker and Danny, mostly Danny, for waking her up at the most horrendous hour of the day.

Tucker was decked in armor made from pillows and old burnt out wires. Just by looking at the childish armor, Sam knew the boys had called for the overkill plan known as Plan XYZ. The plan always involved both boys wearing the ridiculous pillow armor. For some reason, either Danny or Tucker hides (depending on who was in more trouble) while the other confronted Sam at the risk of being subjugated to their own ideas of cruel and unusual punishments. Judging by the fact that Danny was nowhere to be seen, he was either invisible again and taking advantage of it, or was following the XYZ Plan protocol.

"Alright, you two better have a good reason for waking me up at 5:50 in the morning!" Sam said sternly.

"Right... Just come this way, Sam. And brace yourself, it is pretty nogalistic," Tucker said nervously.

Tucker led Sam into his room. He opened the door to reveal nobody was there. Sam frowned at Tucker.

"Is he even in here? We both know there is nowhere to hide in your bedroom," Sam said.

"Dude, if you are invisible, just play with the bed sheet!" Tucker called out.

"I wish I was..."

It was Danny and he didn't sound very thrilled. Sam and Tucker looked left and right for their friend.

"Up here, you guys."

Both Sam and Tucker looked to the ceiling and found Danny floating right against the ceiling. He was busy trying without any success at getting down. All Danny seemed to succeed in doing was giving himself a goose egg on the crown of his head.

What surprised Sam the most was the fact Danny looked how he exactly did after the accident. White hair, green eyes, black and white jumpsuit, every little detail present, which included the glowing.

"Danny?" Sam asked.

"Yeah it's me. Now could you both stop gawking and get me down from here!" Danny said and smacked the back of his head into the ceiling again, "Oww..."

After spending ten minutes of trying and failing epically to get Danny down from the ceiling (which involved throwing him a make shift rope that kept going through him), Danny fell to the ground on his own. It turned out that Danny started to feel a bit tired when he fell down, so that meant he shouldn't be floating around by accident for a while.

The trio sat down in the bean bags, or in Danny's case, accidentally phasing through them constantly. Eventually, poor Danny gave up on trying to sit down and just decided to stand there. Danny explained the situation to Sam, with Tucker entering his two cents for time to time in a surprisingly helpful way.

"Okay, what you two are saying is that Danny woke up like this and you actually have a possible sound theory, am I right?" Sam asked.

"Pretty much," Both Danny and Tucker said.

"So what is your theory, Tucker?" Sam asked.

"For one, Danny has been exhibiting some of those ghostly stuff that the book mentions. But those only happened after you convinced him to go inside the portal," Tucker said, "So what I am thinking is, what if the portal did something to him, because we all know that you don't just suddenly wake up with powers out of the blue."

A brief moment of silence greeted Tucker's ears. Tucker looked at his friends and saw them blinking in surprise.

"Alright, what did you do with Tucker?" Danny asked.

"Aw come on, you guys! I can have good ideas too, you know!" Tucker complained, "Just because I thought of one terrible yet amusing theory, doesn't mean I can never have a good and serious one!"

"Tucker, while that idea is better than the last one, last time I checked, this is real life," Danny said, "We aren't in a silver age superhero comic book!"

"I can't believe I am saying this, but I agree with Tucker, despite how crazy it is," Sam said, resulting in an offended 'hey' out of Tucker as she pulled out 'The Goth's Guide to the Supernatural', "While this book doesn't explain why you can change forms, but it does explain a few things."

"Explain what?" Danny asked, still not getting the point.

"It gives us something base off for one. And based on what is said in this book, you are technically a ghost," Sam said, "And you became one, when the accident happened. So the portal did it when you got electrocuted by all of that ghost energy the portal runs on."

"Ignoring all of the irony that is coming from that idea, how does that theory even work?" Danny asked.

Sam face palmed.

"You are so dense and it's not even funny!" Sam said, "I just said how it works! You got electrocuted by the ghost energy the portal uses, clueless!"

"I'm not clueless!" Danny protested.

"Right, just like you are aware of the fact that you and Sam have the hots for each other," Tucker said with smug sarcasm.

Danny and Sam began to glare. At that moment, Danny began to levitate over Tucker. Sam noticed this and dragged Danny back to the ground.

"SHUT UP, TUCKER!" Danny and Sam snapped as crimson blush painted their faces.

A little while later, the trio slipped into Jack and Maddie's ghost lab. Thank goodness Danny's parents went on patrol for ghosts for the day. This meant the trio had it to their selves for several hours.

"Guys, are you sure this is a good idea?" Danny asked as his nervous eyes shifted to the once harmless equipment "I mean if your guy's theory is correct, couldn't this stuff hurt me now? What if my parents see us or even worse, see us and try to waste me?"

"If we want to know every possible detail about this, we need access to lab equipment, not ghost hunting equipment," Tucker said, "Besides, your parents have both."

"Tucker, you aren't helping," Sam said.

Danny shook a bit with fear. He wanted out of the scene of the 'crime' and where everything changed for him. What was once harmless mess makers became possible nightmares. Thankfully, the ghost hunting equipment were barely out of prototype stage and were practically useless in hindsight as of the moment. Well, the only ones that theoretically worked was the ghost net and ghost ropes due to being dipped in residue Ectoplasm.

Sam approached Danny and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Easy there. We will make sure nothing bad happens to you. That is why I will be handling the lab equipment," Sam said, "And Tucker will be processing the results."

"Besides, if your parents do come back unexpectedly, I think I know how we can get rid of them!" Tucker said with a mischievous grin.

"Tucker, I don't like that look... It's creeping me out..." Danny said as he became unsettled.

"Just relax Danny," Sam said and plucked out a hair from Danny's head.

"Ow! What was that for, Sam?" Danny asked with a frown.

"Just getting a DNA sample," Sam said as she checked the strand of hair for a hair follicle.

"Hair has DNA?" Danny asked.

"Well, the hair follicle does, but it won't last long," Sam said and handed the hair to Tucker.

Tucker took the hair and placed it in the Molecular Analyzer that was conveniently in the lab. He pressed a button and it began to process the hair.

"It will take a couple of minutes at the speed it's going at, but that will be enough time to collect a spit sample," Tucker said.

"Why spit?" Danny asked, slightly disgusted.

"Dude, do you want to pee in a cup?" Tucker asked with a frown, "Especially in front of Sam?"

Danny blushed a dark red as Tucker turned his attention to the Molecular Analyzer.

"No..." Danny squeaked, "Couldn't we just use a needle and collect a blood sample?"

Tucker paled at the word needle. He didn't feel like explaining that one. So far, only Sam had a slight suspicion of his fear of hospitals and the horrors that are related to them, such as needles. Danny on the other hand was unable to figure it out, thankfully. That would be both embarrassing and ruin the streak of things they shared.

"Because this is the easier method!" Tucker said a little too quickly for comfort, "Hey Sam, can you swab Danny's mouth for me? I think the analyzer is almost done with the hair sample."

Sam did just that. As soon as the swab left Danny's mouth he sputtered a bit, trying to get the left over cotton out of his mouth.

"You just got a hair sample. Why is the spit sample necessary?" Danny said, slightly annoyed.

"Sometimes, hair isn't a very reliable source. Spit however, is about as reliable as blood and is frequently used in crime shows in the forensics labs," Sam said, "What? I like crime shows. Is that a crime?"

Danny snickered, making Sam roll her eyes.

"Pun not intended, Danny!" Sam said.

"Sorry, I couldn't resist!" Danny said.

Tucker began studying the results of the hair sample. He raised an eyebrow and placed the spit sample into the Molecular Analyzer. As soon as the spit started its journey through being processed, Tucker began looking up information on his PDA to help him decode the hair results.

"Well, looks like we are gonna need that spit sample after all, dude. The hair sample gave some rather wonky results," Tucker said, "I don't even recognize half of this data and neither does my PDA!"

Sam took a look at the translated results on Tucker's PDA herself and raised an eyebrow at what she saw.

"Well? Am I fine or is something wrong?" Danny asked, "Well, wrong-er than what has already happened."

"Honestly, I don't know, dude," Tucker said, "Like Sam said, only desperate people get all of their facts from hair."

Sam frowned at Tucker.

"Excuse me? I didn't say that! I said it wasn't reliable!" Sam retorted.

"And desperate people use unreliable things," Tucker countered.

"Like how you are desperate when it comes to getting a girlfriend?" Sam asked satirically with a smug look, "Now I see why all of the girls avoid you like the plague!"

"Sam! It's not the same!" Tucker protested.

Danny listened to his friends go back and forth. He sighed and began to phase through the floor. Once he realized something didn't feel right with his legs, he looked down and yelped.

"Um, guys?" Danny asked.

His friends didn't respond. Danny shook his head as he continued to hear the crude insults begin to fly. He swore he saw Sam's face become ten different impossible shades of red in rapid succession!

"GUYS!" Danny shouted as the area where his diaphragm was located go through the tiled floor.

"What?" Sam and Tucker snapped.

"A little help here!" Danny called out as he lifted his arms up, trying to stay above the floor.

Sam and Tucker realized Danny's issue and rushed over to him. They grabbed his, thankfully still tangible, arms and began to pull. They were doing well at getting him out of the ground when another power decided to act up. This power was starting to become as annoying as the intangibility. As soon as Danny's feet were half way out of the floor, Danny began to float up once again. He thankfully didn't go all the way up to the ceiling.

Tucker looked at Danny and frowned in annoyance.

"Man! How many times are we gonna have to drag you down from mid-air?" Tucker complained, "Can't you just control it?"

"Tucker, if I could, do you think I would be needing help?" Danny asked, "Besides, I am just as annoyed as you guys!"

At that moment, the Molecular Analyzer dinged. It had finished processing the spit sample. Tucker downloaded the information from the analyzer and used his PDA to translate it like he did with the hair. He studied and compared the hair and spit results.

"I still can't make any of this out," Tucker said, "And my PDA is also having a hard time making a lick of sense of the data collected!"

Sam began to ponder.

"Looks like we will have to do this the old fashion way," Sam said and began disinfecting a safety pin.

Tucker backed away from Sam and the safety pin. Once Sam has the safety pin cleaned, she grabbed a blank slide off of a counter.

"What are you doing?" Tucker asked, praying silently that Sam wasn't going to do what he thought she was going to do.

"What does it look like, Sherlock?" Sam asked, "Getting a sample so I can look at it under the microscope. Since the analyzer is telling us nothing, we need to do this on our own."

Tucker fainted at those words. Sam just confirmed his fears and criticized technology.

Danny frowned.

"Sam, I hate to be the wet blanket, but how exactly are you going to get anything if I am up here?" Danny pointed out.

Sam looked in the corner and found some ghost rope. She smirked and walked over to it.

"Sam, I don't like this..." Danny said.

Sam formed a lasso with the rope and threw it at Danny. The rope circled around Danny and effectively wrapped around him. Danny felt his body become tingly, assuming the rope would come off. However, when he opened his eyes, he saw the rope was still around him. He wasn't going through it. Sam smiled and began to pull Danny back down to Earth. Once Danny was a suitable distance from the ground, she tied the rope to leg of the bolted down lab table.

"It isn't much but it will have to do for now," Sam said and pulled out the safety pin again, "Now I need a finger."

Danny slowly handed Sam his ring finger. She removed the glove from Danny's hand and began swabbing the skin with some disinfectant. She pricked the skin with the safety pin. It stung a bit, but it was short lived. Sam began to squeeze the area around the pin hole the safety pin made, forcing blood to come up. However, the blood that came out wasn't expected. It was glowing green.

"What the heck?" Danny asked as he stared in disgust at the 'blood'.

"Yup, just what I figured," Sam said, also cringing at the sight of the glowing green 'blood', "Regular red blood, fine. This however, is just disgusting."

Sam smeared Danny's bleeding finger on the blank slide and took it over to the microscope. She put the slide under and began to look at it.

"So what's the diagnose, Dr. Manson?" Danny asked, trying to alleviate some of the tension, "Did the portal give me Cyanosis or something?"

"Danny, what do you think? Do you have blue skin?" Sam deadpanned.

"No," Danny said, looking at his tanned skin before putting the glove back on, "I look like I went to a sun tanning spa."

"Then the portal didn't give you Cyanosis, genius," Sam snarked as she zoomed in closer on the blood sample, "Whoa. Wasn't expecting that..."

"Expecting what?" Danny asked.

"Toss me Tucker's PDA. I need to look something up to be sure," Sam said.

Danny did just that, taking care not to hurt Tucker's 'baby' or wake Tucker up. Sam caught the PDA and began fiddling with it.

"Tucker, how can you even find anything on here?" Sam asked herself out loud as she searched the PDA for what she needed, "Much less, hack anything?"

Sam spent two minutes trying to find the internet app on the PDA. When she found it, she began searching for something to compare the results to. When she found something to compare the results to, she began looking at the two.

"Danny, I think I found something," Sam said and brought the microscope and PDA over to Danny, "Take a look at this."

Sam showed Danny a picture that had Human DNA and Ghost DNA side by side. Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Um, how did they even get ahold of Ghost DNA?" Danny asked, "Do ghosts even have DNA?"

"I am not sure, but does it even matter? And if they got it, then they do," Sam said, "Now look in the microscope."

Danny did what he was told.

"Honestly, Sam. What am I looking for? All I see is DNA," Danny said, looking bored out of his mind.

Sam face palmed. She felt almost ready to untie Danny and leave him floating around, but went against the idea.

"Focus, Danny!" Sam snapped, "Notice anything among the lines of similar?"

Danny took another look at the DNA comparison on the PDA and the DNA under the microscope. He almost didn't see anything until he adjusted the zoom a bit. He took a third look at the PDA before going back to the microscope, mentally wishing his parents had a microscope that could take pictures. That third look did however confirm the fact there was something similar to both of the DNA samples that were shown on the PDA.

"I do now. It's almost like someone took a bit of both and made a soup!" Danny said.

"Exactly," Sam said, "I'd say, you are only half ghost."

Danny gave a 'what the actually heck' look to Sam. Sam rolled her eyes.

"Danny, honestly, even I have no clue how this is possible or how it even works!" Sam said, "And besides, didn't you even pay attention to the genetics lessons back in 7th grade?"

"Um, Sam. I think I was sick that day," Danny said and gave a big yawn, causing his eyes to droop, "But one thing I am sure of is that I now know ghosts can get tired. Good night."

At that moment Danny fell to the floor asleep, leaving an exasperated Sam to just stare at him. Sam was about to slap Danny awake when the same ring of white spectral energy from two nights ago reappeared and split into two. The jumpsuit and white hair disappeared as the rings moved in opposite directions, revealing Danny's pajamas and black hair. Even though Sam couldn't see it, she could assume that Danny's eyes were now blue instead of a glowing neon green. She was a bit surprised by the sudden transformation, but now she knew one thing: Exhaustion is a sure way to turn back to normal, but was rather impractical if you really thought about it.

Sam sighed in slight annoyance, realizing she had to get both unconscious boys out of the lab. She untied Danny and picked him up bridal style, mentally thanking that Danny was a scrawny guy with the metabolism of a blast furnace. She carried him up the stairs, through the living room, once more up the stairs, and all the way into his bedroom. Once Sam was in Danny's bedroom, she placed Danny into bed and tucked him in.

"There's one down. Now for Tucker... This should be fun," Sam muttered and went to go repeat the process with Tucker.

Five hours passed by and it was now noon. Danny felt himself come out of his dreamless sleep slowly. He opened his eyes to see that he was in his own bed, tucked in none of the less. He didn't remember going to bed. All he remembered was what happened before passing out in the lab due to exhaustion.

"I guess someone must have carried me," Danny muttered to himself and rubbed his head.

Danny blinked for a second and rubbed his head some more. Something didn't seem quite right. He took a glance at his hand and saw it was just a pale hand. No white gloves. He looked further down his arm. He was in his pajamas. He pulled his bangs into view and saw black hair. It surprised him greatly, but it wasn't in a bad way. He was glad he was back to normal again, but it confused him.

"So that other form wasn't permanent?" Danny asked himself.

Danny looked around his room for any sign of Sam and Tucker's presence. The only sign that he had that they were there was on his nightstand. It took the form of a letter that was obviously written by Sam. It was her handwriting and he would know if it were Jazz. If it were Tucker however, Tucker would have just left a flash drive or something else electronic related that held his message.

Danny picked up the letter and read it.

Danny, you passed out in the lab due to exhaustion. When you passed out, your jumpsuit, white hair, and green eyes disappeared and you were in your pajamas. I have a hunch you can transform between the two forms, which we will dub human form and ghost form for simplicity since your powers act up in both. I am not sure how it works, so if you have any thoughts of fooling around with transformation, DON'T ASK ME TO EXPLAIN HOW TO DO IT! I am not the one with ghost powers.

~Sam

"Well that was very helpful, Sam..." Danny deadpanned.

Noon turned into 5:30PM rather slowly. The reason why was because Danny was having to keep his guard up, not wanting his new powers to act up, especially in front of his parents. With his new knowledge of the fact he was now a ghost-human hybrid, he had to be careful around his parents. And was he ever failing at trying to be careful around his sister.

Poor Danny nearly fell through the wall that separated his room from Jazz when he leaned on it. Thankfully he managed to get away from the wall before he fell into Jazz's room and scared the crap out of her and make her a basket case. Another incident involved his left hand becoming invisible, and that was moderately difficult to hide from Jazz. Danny did however, make a mediocre excuse that got him out of that mess. It was the infamous "I've got to go do my laundry" excuse. He swore he heard Jazz ask herself "Since when does Danny do his laundry".

So here was Danny now, stashed away in his room. Waiting for his invisible hand to return to the visible spectrum.

Although Danny didn't voice it out loud, not wanting any unwanted attention, he was deathly afraid of what was going on. Thanks to his dad and the endless night frights that he caused with his horror stories, poor Danny Fenton was scared of ghosts.

It only took until now for his fear to surface because he had 100% confirmation that ghosts existed and the fact he was now half of what he was afraid of. It took him all of his self-control to not go frantically running through the house like a chicken that got its head sliced off. Not only would that end badly, he would be strapped down to the Fenton Crazy-Be-Gone machine. The one machine that made him cringe when he was fully human. It didn't help that it was what his parents strapped the kids to when they thought they went insane. His dad said verbatim: It spins the crazy out of you. Not a very humane machine if you asked the Fenton kids. In fact they code named it "The Spinning Death Trap of Doom".

Danny laid on his bed, doing his best to cope with his fear. He had several worries racing in his mind. All of them were very real and very frightening.

'Will I ever be completely human again? What if my parents catch me? Will they still love me?' Danny thought as he stared at his invisible hand, 'Why do I have all of the rotten luck in the universe? Does the universe want me to suffer? What did I ever do to deserve this?'

The invisibility began to spread down his arm and to the rest of his body. Danny groaned in annoyance as he grabbed his pillow and slammed it into his face.

"Is there any possible way to get rid of these stupid powers?" Danny muttered in frustration as his eyes unknowingly turned green, "Why can't my life ever be normal?!"

With that last shout, Danny removed the pillow from his face and threw it across the room. The pillow smacked into the TV set before hitting the floor. Danny became visible as he groaned and flopped onto his stomach.

'Can't you just control it?' Tucker's words rung in Danny's head.

Those words may have not originally meant it to be taken as learning how to control his new found powers, but Danny knew if he wanted to keep his family and school mates from finding out about his 'freaky' new powers, he was going have to learn how to control them. Danny was only going to learn control for the sake of keeping his powers hidden until he could get rid of them.

"Hopefully, these powers don't cause me to become something like the Hulk..." Danny muttered.