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Asking Questions

Kelly's POV

I sprinted home as fast as my legs would carry me. I had to find him. I had to see if he was alright. I know I'm insane; you don't have to point it out! Mom had text me that he was home and he was fine, but I had to make sure for myself.

I felt awful when I thought about my mother. She showed me just as much love and care as my dad, but I neglected her often because she wasn't usually the one actually fighting the ghosts, just tracking them. Though she did fight a lot of the time and she was as good as anybody. I felt like all my worry moved to my father instead of her, but maybe that was genetic. It runs in the family to worry about my dad.

The door swung open alarming those in the front room. However someone that didn't stir was my dad, who was peacefully snoring on the couch. My mom was standing by him with a hot beverage, but he clearly wasn't conscious enough to take it. She seemed to have no other aim, than watching my dad rest. Seeing me, she set the mug to one side and greeted me with a soothing embrace. 'He's fine,' she whispered gently.

'I know,' I said 'He just really scared me this time!' I said this in a low range as to not wake my poor dad.

'He scared us all,' my mother eased.

I waited a couple of hours before I decided he had enough rest to answer a few questions. I know it sounds mean but he was practically waking up already.

With his head still drooping and his eyes half open, he sat up. His eyes then closed again and his head drooped further so I pressed my finger on his shoulder. His eyes suddenly shot open and he quickly uttered the phrase 'Second edition abridged!' a little too loud, disrupting the silence in the room. However my mom started shaking with giggles at this remark, and we all seemed to follow.

'You've been working way too hard Danny,' my mom laughed.

'I know, but the GIW expect me to be on every case as quick as possible. I was a teenager back then, I could fight every ghost I crossed, but now...'he trailed.

'You're in your forties?' she finished.

'You didn't have to say anything!' he stated in an offended tone. My mom came over and embraced him. I sat there awkwardly. Oh come on we all do it! It was when she kissed him I pretended to be sick.

'Hey! You try marrying a ghost hero!' she retorted.

'I just miss the old times,' he breathed. 'You know when it was just you, me and Tuck, kicking ghost butt all over the place. When there were no regulations that had to be set! We could just go, blast them with a few ecto shots and 'BOOM'; they were trapped in the thermos.' He was becoming louder and more passionate as he went along; his hands flailing madly about the place. 'Now with this whole procedure mumbo jumbo, I can't do anything without permission from the stupid president. Can you believe that?'

'Well, that's what happens when you work for the man. We're essentially corporate sell outs Danny...in ghost hunting terms.'

'Maybe, but how did we end up like this Sam? I thought the Guys in White wanted to kill me, not make me do their work for them. It's high school all over again!'

'Weren't you a C grade student?' my mom teased. My dad just stuck his tongue out at her. 'Also, are you saying you would rather they killed you?'

'Well...' he joked, but my mom slapped him a little for this. 'Ow!'

They were quiet for a bit so I took the opportunity to ask those questions, 'Uh... sorry to interrupt the reminiscing but can I ask why you appeared in my history class?'

'Oh yeah. Sorry honey!' he had a guilty look on his face, 'Really I didn't mean to, it's just I didn't have much control over my powers, and well I wasn't really conscious. I was happy to see you though!' I raised an eyebrow but then started laughing.

I went over and hugged my dad, 'I'm glad you're okay.' It was muffled as I said it into his shoulder.

'Hey I'd be embarrassed to if my dad came barging into class,' then he glanced at my mom with a knowing look. I think there is something I'm missing. I mean I know Grandpa Fenton's pretty crazy and all but what could have happened to my dad cause of him? He's harmless, right? This got me thinking about my dad as a teen. I know it's a pretty weird thing to wonder about but I wanted to know.

'Dad when did you get your ghost powers exactly?' I wondered out loud.

'I... was...' he was thinking, 'about your age. You're 14, right?' he asked.

'Yes!' This was like the billionth time I'd told him.

'Easy,' he raised his hands. A lot of people appear to be doing that. I must be more intimidating than I thought. 'Yeah, it was about this time. Your mother ingeniously suggested that I go poke around (Lololol 'poke') the new ghost portal your grandparents built. I mean, I did it of course and the next thing I knew I was this,' he gestured to himself. 'I hated the new responsibilities that came with... this,' he pointed again. But then he looked at my mother who was gazing at the floor sorrowfully, guilt clear on her face. '...but...' she looked up, 'your mom witnessed the world without Danny Phantom and it was a dangerous one. Plus, having these powers showed me so much more about the world and taught me things I wouldn't have learned without them. I guess you develop more as a person when you've gotta deal with something like that.'

'We all had to learn Kelly; we all wanted to help your dad. He might not have known it, but I always knew he was the best saviour of Amity Park. Of the world.' My mom smiled.

'And I'm grateful everyday that your mom encouraged me to do it. Cause without her my life wouldn't have changed for the better,'

'Wow that was corny Danny,' my mom sniggered.

'You're corny!' he retaliated.

I thought over what my dad said. I know this is gonna sound exceptionally idiotic but, having ghost powers must have been a really big thing. I mean like really big. I couldn't imagine myself now, with the work load, the friends, the um *cough* hormones, and the ghost hunting parents, that I could handle ghost powers. It must have been really hard for my dad. So I was actually pretty grateful that I wasn't special like he was. I know most kids would wanna be but it just wouldn't be something I could deal with well.

It was when I woke up the next morning that I desperately wanted to take back my words. You just couldn't keep your stupid... uh... brain, shut could you Fenton?

Jeff's POV

I wasn't gonna go about this with the full throttle that I'm pretty sure you are expecting. What I mean is I'm not gonna follow her home or anything. I just wanna see if my dad knows anything about her, okay? So maybe it's not okay. A normal person would just use her Facebook, but I have alternative resources and I'm not afraid to use them! This conversation went a little differently in my head however...

'Sup dad!' I greeted him. He was in the shed, 7:00pm, like he usually is. He had a piece of equipment that I was pretty sure he shouldn't have brought home that he was tinkering. He did this for fun... I assumed. It was a white, bazooka type contraption that had neon green filters. Yeah, he really shouldn't have brought this home. I wonder how he got it pass security?

'Jeffery,' He said simply.

'Sooooooo...' I didn't really know how to start this.

'That's the 'I want something' voice, so whatever it is, NO.' He concluded.

'That's not why I'm here...'

'Oh really?' he interrupted 'And I suppose you wanted to change the filter on this baby huh?'He lifted the gun. I shivered remembering the last time I tried that. It didn't work out so well. What I mean by so well is I didn't do it quickly enough and the tube exploded. I thought I was gonna grow an extra limb with all the slimy green goo that coated me...

'Uh not exactly...'

'I didn't think so.' He smirked

I had to get back on track, 'I actually wanted to talk to you about someone I know...'

'Hey,' he interrupted... again. 'You saw that ghost fight didn't you?'

'Well yeah, you see it actually links into that.' He froze. I continued, 'Do you know anything about the Fenton's. Well Kelly Fenton specifically, because she...'

'I don't think you should be asking question about other people and their families, son,' he had dropped what he was doing at this point. My dad never stops tinkering once he gets started.

'I know it's just today when...'

'Look look look, I know you can think that I work for the government so I can access everybody's files. Well...actually I can, but I'm not going to because it isn't morally right. You shouldn't be snooping around that Fenton kid no matter what. Understood?' his tone had turned deadly serious. Then the weapon began to fizzle and he got distracted again, 'God dammit! 'He exclaimed.

'Sorry pops,' I apologised and began to walk out.

'You better be, and close that damn door after you! Shit!' I closed the door on his consistent cursing at his faulty machinery, sighing. There was definitely something he knew but couldn't tell me about the Fenton's, but I didn't see how I was gonna get any more information. I knew for sure there was more to her than first met the eye, and it somehow linked to Danny Phantom. I guess the only thing I could do was... ask her about it? God damn it, how do I find the words?