Author's note: Sorry to my readers for how dang loooooooong it took to post this chapter. Lots of crazy stuff was happening. My work schedule got changed up, my sister gave birth (I'm now an auntie! :D), my Mom just had surgery and is now taking a 6 week recovery time, (my Grandma and I are taking care of her) and this chapter didn't want to be written. The only thing going for me now is that I don't start the next school term till next week and I have only morning classes.

I intend to get back to the 'chapter every two weeks' schedule, but I'll let y'all know if that changes.

Thanks to my betas Phantom J Ryder and Mirror Above The Sink. I had more problems this chapter than with others and you guys really helped me push through it.

This chapter's song is Ghost's 'N' Stuff by Deadmau5. Still don't Danny Phantom.

"Sweetie? It's time to get up. You're going to be late for school."

Maddie gently cooed into her son's ear and shook his shoulder. He squirmed under his covers, then looked up at her through half-lidded eyes. "Jus fife more minutes," he mumbled.

"Alright sweetie," replied Maddie. "Meet me downstairs when you're ready. There's breakfast waiting for you."

Danny quietly grumbled in his state of half-sleep as Maddie slowly closed the door. The door handle clicked and his room was filled with a comfortable silence.

He sat straight up in one rapid motion. The portal. The pictures Sam took. Blacking out. It all came back to him in a rush, accompanied by a plethora of questions.

What happened after he passed out? What did Sam and Tucker tell his parents? How much did they know? How long had he been out? Long enough to be late for school the next morning.

School. Dammit! Why did he still have to go after all that had just happened? He quickly pulled off the covers and noticed he was still in yesterday's clothes. The hazmat suit he had on in the lab was nowhere to be seen. He changed into a fresh set of clothes and grabbed his phone.

First things first, He thought. I need to call Sam.

He dialed her number and waited with held breath as it rang. After a while, it went to voicemail. Danny started typing in Tucker's number when his phone beeped, signaling he had received a text. It read: In class. We'll take later. Get here now.

Danny facepalmed. Of course she couldn't answer his call. First class had to have started by now. How late was he anyways? He looked for his alarm clock and found it still on the floor. It's screen was dead. Danny groaned in annoyance while setting the alarm back on his bedside table and plugging the cord back into an outlet. Neon green lines flashed back at him, waiting for him to input the time.

Danny checked his phone and entered the correct time into his alarm. He rubbed the last bits of sleep from his eyes and headed out of his room. Letting out a great yawn, Danny stepped through his door.

About halfway down the hall, he paused. Danny's head whipped back towards his bedroom door which was still closed. He couldn't remember opening it at all a few seconds ago. He narrowed his eyes as if the door had somehow offended him. Walking backwards, still glaring at the wooden gateway to his room, he continued to the bathroom.

As he freshened up, avoiding the mirror above the sink (like usual), he reflected that there was no time to take a shower that morning. He would have to wait till later in the afternoon.

Making his way back to his room, Danny regarded his bedroom door with intense scrutiny. He made a big show of slowly grabbing the brass handle and turning it. He slipped past the threshold. As an afterthought, he swung the door wide open and left it so as he grabbed his backpack and ran downstairs.

In the kitchen, Maddie had set one plate on the table. It held a stack of pancakes, a side of scrambled eggs, and two slices of bacon. Maddie herself was at the sink rinsing off dishes and placing them into the dishwasher. She had a pair of thick, yellow gloves over the black gloves of her teal jumpsuit.

"Breakfast is on the table," she said to Danny without looking up.

"Thanks Mom," he replied and sat down. Immediately, Danny began shoveling food into his mouth. He munched happily for a while before he registered his mother's voice.

"Sorry," Danny swallowed the pancake mush still in his mouth. "What was that again?"

"Oh I just asked how you were feeling." She turned back to him with a sweet smile. Maddie always had such a heartwarming smile. Even a small upturn of the corner of her mouth was enough to brighten the room and lift everyone's spirits. (no pun intended here :p )

"I'm feeling fine," answered Danny. "Why wouldn't I be?" He smiled, hoping it was as convincing as his mother's. Maddie must've believed it was a real smile because she directed her attention back to the kitchen sink. "I heard you came home early from school yesterday. Something about an accident in the bathroom? The school called and told me what happened. That your friends walked you home and-,"

Danny tuned out about that moment when the fork fell from his grip. A small pile of eggs landed in his lap while the fork bounced off the table and clattered to the floor. The startled teen gave out a sharp gasp.

His hand.

It was missing.

"What was that dear?" Maddie asked.

Danny held his breath and hid the end of his arm under the table. "Nothing! It's nothing. I, uh, dropped my fork." He carefully bent down and grabbed the fork with his other hand while doing his best to keep the missing appendage out of Maddie's sight.

"Well, as I was saying," Maddie continued to ramble on about what she knew of the bathroom incident. Danny carefully brought his arm up and stared at the stump where his hand should've been. He could see a faint outline of his hand and a dull, white glow at the end of his arm where his wrist began. Flexing, he found he could still feel his fingers.

"Danny, are you even listening?"

He stuffed the invisible hand back under the table. "Uh, sure Mom."

"Then will you care to explain what you were doing in the basement?"

Danny gulped. His skin paled as Maddie's gaze bore into him. What should he tell her? He decided it would be best to start at the beginning.

"When we got home, I mentioned that you and Dad had been working on something in the basem- I mean the lab. Everyone wanted to check it out so we came downstairs. Sam found the portal and I told her it didn't work."

Danny paused. He was unsure of what to say next. No doubt Sam and Tucker had already gone over this part. However he resolved to make his story sound like Sam and Tucker were not involved in activating the portal at all.

He looked up and noticed his mother's intense stare. Her slightly raised eyebrow said 'continue' in a more menacing way than mere words ever could.

"Anyways, they were curious so I offered to take a closer look. I put on a suit and explored the inside."

"Hold on. You went inside?"

"Um, yes?" Danny barely stopped his invisible hand from lifting up to rub the back of his neck. Stupid habit.

"Was that before or after Sam plugged it in?"

That caught Danny off guard. Sam had plugged it in? Apparently that was the story his friends had used. Danny silently thanked whatever higher power had allowed Maddie to drop that nugget of information.

"Before! I went in before it turned on. Sam waited till I got out to plug its cord into the socket."

"Did you mess with anything while you were inside?" Maddie's stern glare had now been replaced by curiosity. Her hand gripped her chin, showing she was deep in thought.

"No, not really." Danny shrugged. Then his face lit up. "Actually, I tripped over some wires. Pressed some buttons when I fell. Maybe that's why it worked this time?" Seemed this little fib was coming together nicely.

Maddie stayed silent. The air felt heavy and full of her brooding thoughts. Danny suddenly felt that it was hard to breath. He needed to get out of there.

"And that's about everything. I should really start heading to school." Danny made to get up to leave, tucking his problematic arm behind his back.

"Wait a moment," said Maddie. "I can give you a ride." She walked away to grab her purse.

Danny let out a heavy sigh. How was he supposed to hide his hand the whole drive to school? His head fell into his hands.

Hands.

Two of them.

"Well that's one problem solved."

This chapter was a lot of filler, but don't worry. Things start to heat up in the next chapter. :P

Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far!

Guest: I looooove reading DPxSupernatural crossover stories. So many possibilities! But usually, when demons are involved it's never Danny as a demon, but rather accidently summoned by a devil's trap or they fight demons. They're still great stories though.