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Everyone was seated in the kitchen, trying to make sense of the events that occurred in the lab just a few hours earlier. They were getting restless and still felt on edge from the seemingly random attack. They had decided that Spectra could have been the one who went in the lab a couple weeks before the attack but that was the only idea they had. They didn't know a motive or a cause. They all tried to come up with something but, after a while, their theories just weren't making any sense. Tucker said Spectra attacked because she was bored and wanted to lose the fight. It only got worse from there.

It was now almost one in the morning and Maddie decided that they should get a good night's rest and discuss about it more in the morning. The trio and Jazz were apprehensive at first, but when they all took turns yawning, they agreed with her. Danny then suggested that he walked Sam and Tucker home so he could know they were safe and Maddie and Jack agreed, so long that he returned home immediately after.

Tucker and Danny were walking Sam home first and none of them were saying anything. They were all exhausted and tensed up and, frankly, Danny didn't know what to say to them. He felt betrayed by Spectra. He had trusted her. They had a deal; help her find a way to retain energy and her youth, and she doesn't attack Amity and becomes Danny's ally. Now he didn't know what to think. If he had trusted Spectra and she broke his trust, did that mean that he couldn't trust any of the other ghosts either?

Sam was the first one to break the silence during their awkward walk home.

"I never realized that we were always looking over our shoulders before the truce. I forgot what it's like to feel this anxious. It's almost suffocating." she whispered, almost to herself. The boys, each on her side, turned their heads towards her, almost surprised at the break in silence. She dug her hands in her pocket and stared at the road, kicking several rocks in front of her.

Tucker, concerned, put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. "Sam, we're going to find out what's going on. We always do." She gave him a sad smile and laid her head on his shoulder.

Danny looked at his friends and raised an eyebrow at them. Tucker noticed and chuckled, "Oh, come on bro. Learn to share, she's my friend too." Danny felt his cheeks go warm and he turned away immediately, looking at the houses they were passing. Sam lifted her head from Tucker's shoulder and gently smiled at Danny before she reached over and took his hand. Danny looked down at their intertwined hands and then at her, feeling a mixture of shock, joy, and- the one he felt most surprised with- strength.

"We'll be okay, you know" he told her resolutely. He held her hand a little bit tighter as he stopped walking and observed Sam and Tucker. He realized he needed his friends; both of them. He knew they would be there for him as they had to face trials that most teenagers wouldn't have to face. If he couldn't trust ghosts, at least he could trust his two friends that helped protect him from ghosts. He knew he owed them everything, and he planned on repaying them by always keeping them safe.

He continued holding Sam's hand as he put his other hand on Tucker's shoulder and looked at his two friends reassuringly and smiled at them.

"We have each other".

"This attack from Spectra isn't going to be the last one" Danny told Tucker after Sam walked into her house.

"I know," he turned around and started walking to his house, "but we'll be ready. Your dad and I have a lot of ideas for new inventions. It's not just you, Sam, and I anymore. We have Jazz now and your parents. We all bring something to this. We got this, man" he reassured Danny, who kicked a rock and sighed. "I know. I just wish I knew why Spectra did this. We had a deal."

"Well, you could always bring her out of the thermos." Tucker suggested.

Danny glared at the floor, "No. She's staying in there. I'm not going to give her the opportunity to try to take Jazz, or anyone else, again."

"You know, you need to let her out sometime. We can ask her for information." He inquired, trying to get through to Danny.

"I'll let her out when we figure out a solution. And we'll do it without her help."

Danny finally got home and saw his sister sleeping in the kitchen, sleeping with her head and spread arms on the kitchen table. He went over and gently shook her shoulder. She groaned slightly before she opened her eyes.

"Oh hi Danny," she said sleepily, with her head still on the table, "I was waiting for you to come back and I guess I fell asleep."

He smiled gratefully at her and sat down next to her.

"Did they get home okay?" she asked, still groggy. He nodded.

"Danny, I don't think you should be too mad at Spectra. For what it's worth, she seemed hesitant about the whole thing."

Danny felt his anger come back as he clenched his fists and glared at nothing in particular. "She tried to take you away, Jazz." He growled. She finally lifted her head and looked at her little brother.

"I understand that, Danny. But you didn't see what I saw. She looked…almost regretful. I just think there's more to this story than we know."

Danny sighed and he unclenched his fists, pursing his lips as he pondered on her words.

"Well," he decided, "then it seems I'm gonna have to get the full story."

He made several holes in the wall as he angrily and recklessly blasted ectorays from his hands, awaiting for his guest. How foolish was he! He should've known better than to trust that ghost. A ghost of vanity, of all things. He has brought this upon himself. He had gotten overzealous and he missed an opportunity.

No. He had more opportunities. This was not his fault. This was that stupid ghost who didn't know how to take orders. Her little friend will surly pay for her idiotic mistakes. He has done everything right. The only mistake he made was picking the wrong ghost as his confidante. Well, confidante was perhaps not the right word. Minion? Slave? He liked those words. Alas, he had lost a minion but he knew better than to mourn in those who didn't deserve his affection.

Oh, no, his walls were dreadful with those blasted holes. He suddenly felt his anger flare up again. If it weren't for that stupid ghost, he would have his captive, he would have the cameras in the Fenton lab, he wouldn't have felt those unpleasant feelings, and he wouldn't have blasted his walls.

Her fault her fault her fault. He repeated to himself until he heard his guest appear and he plastered on a pleasant smile.

"Oh, welcome! Please, have a seat" he motioned to the chair he had in front of the blasted walls.

"I'm not interested. You need to give me the information I need now." The ghost demanded.

He raised an eyebrow at his, ahem, guest before throwing his head back in laughter.

"Oh, this is pleasant! You believe you have the upper hand! How wonderful!" his demeanor changed as he blasted the chair into smithereens and scowled at the ghost, who took a step back.

"I sent out a ghost to do a job and she failed. I was slightly unhappy when I heard the news she got caught" he spoke with grinded teeth and clenched fists, "but" he loosened his fists and put on a tight smile "I am one to always see the silver lining in situations."

"What is your point?!"

"I wonder what it must be like to fail. Especially when you know you have someone counting on you. It truly is a shame." He almost giggled at how giddy he felt when the ghost glared at him with disgust.

"Do not toy with me. Why are you telling me about this?"

His heart quickened in delight as he smirked at his new minion.

"Now it's your turn. Try not to fail- you have someone counting on you."

Yippee! Another chapter done! I hope you enjoyed it- I know there wasn't any action in it but I wanted everyone to ponder on the current situation that was going on. Anyway, i'll see you next time!

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