Me: OKAY I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE ON THE UPDATE D:

Danny Muse: Yeah you suck a lot don't you?

Me: Wow…. You're brutal.

Danny Muse: You deserve it, for leaving the face of the earth for like two weeks!

Me: I already said that I was sorry!

Danny Muse: Well sorry don't cut it.

Me: You know you are starting to sound more like a Dan muse…

Danny Muse: *face pales* I AM NOT LIKE HIM! I WILL NEVER BE LIKE HIM! I AM NOT EVIL! HE IS AN EVIL SYCOPATH! N-E-V-E-R CALL ME HIM AGAIN!

Me: Okay… Dan.

Danny Muse: *shoots ecto-blast at DPfruitloop.* TAKE THAT YOU DERP!

Me: OWCHIE! … Wait… did you just call me a derp?

Danny Muse: …no…

Me: O.o okay then… let's get on with the chapter…

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Chapter 1

Danny floated in front of the swirling mass among the green, which he knew to be the Fenton ghost portal. A lump had formed in his throat as he starred his eyes unblinking. He was frozen in fear, and apprehension. He was dead. He was a full ghost, the very thing that his parents had hunted for YEARS! Sure, in his dying breath they had accepted him as a half ghost, but that was just it, a HALF ghost, and not to mention he was dying…even VLAD wouldn't be able to find the heart to loathe a dying person. No, he had no way of knowing if his parents would have fully accepted him, and if he went through that portal, it could mean an early end to his ghostly existence. Even IF they would have accepted him as a half ghost, who's to say they may think he had become evil; now that he was a FULL ghost. After all, his parents had always called ghosts evil… perhaps they only believed he was capable of good as a half ghost because he was also half human?

But among these fears, Danny couldn't deny one fact, that calling that he couldn't ignore, he NEEDED his family. It was not a desire, or a mere need, it was an OBSEESION. He could only focus on one thing, one goal, his family, and all other thoughts where small in comparison to this need. Was he mindless? No. Danny could think just as well as a normal being, but he had only one drive, only one reason for existing, and that was to make sure his family was alive, well, and most importantly; safe. He wanted them to be happy and healthy. He NEEDED them to be… if he found that they were otherwise… he didn't think that he could continue to exist.

So Danny took a deep breath, although he found no need to breathe, he found it reassuring; and it almost helped him forget that he was dead… almost. Danny slowly floated towards the portal, and before he could second guess himself, plunged through it.

Danny felt weird. He felt… weaker? No, no that wasn't the word… he felt, out of place? Perhaps. He felt as if he did not belong. He supposed the feeling could be compared as wearing a unicorn outfit in the middle of a school day. He was dead, and he was in the realm of the living. So yes, he did not belong. Danny had to force himself NOT to fly back into the Ghost Zone out of fear. No, he had to do this. His very being commanded it, and he knew he must submit. He had to try, for his and his family's sake.

Danny looked around the lab, and frowned. It looked as if it hadn't been touched, everything was orderly, there was no ectoplasm goo (thanks to his father's experimenting), there was no ghost weapons strewn everywhere… in fact, there were several boxes, each filled to the brim with lab equipment. Everything was packed away, everything. All that could be seen was boxes upon boxes, all neatly stacked upon one another. Danny frowned, he knew what it meant, and he didn't like… not one bit…His parents were packing the lab away… they were giving up ghost fighting!

Danny shut his eyes, knowing that if he could still let lose tears that he would. What were they thinking? Did they really think that he would want them to give up their passion? Danny sighed, pushing the thought away for the time being… he would have to fix this. Of that he was certain.

He took a deep breath and turned invisible; he would want to assess the…damage before letting his family see him. Not just that, but he still was absolutely clueless on what he was to say to them. "HEY GUYS? Guess what? I'm a full ghost!"? No, he was pretty sure that wouldn't go down all that well. Danny went intangible and floated through the roof of the basement, and was met with a sight he would never be able to un-see.

His Mother was sitting there, alone on the couch. She had a distant look in her eyes, and was staring at the T.V. Tear stains where strewn across her face, and her eyes were red and puffy. Danny floated over to her- still invisible- to look at what she was watching. He smiled sadly at what he saw. It was a home movie, and the date in the corner was August 7, 2004. A 7 year old Danny was talking to the screen, his baby blue eyes twinkling with excitement. He held a small model rocket, and was making it 'fly' through the air.

"…And THEN the countdown goes off, and they say BLASTOFF!" The 7 year old Danny said. The camera jiggled a bit, and laughter came from behind it.

"Oh,so is THAT how a rocket launch works?" Maddie's voice called from behind the camera obviously amused.

"Mhmm," Danny said his head bobbing up and down, "and then they all go into outer space!"

Maddie had fresh tears running down her face as she watched the home movie, a sad smile on her face. Danny felt awful, it was all his fault his mother was in so much pain, his entire fault. Danny shut his eyes, barely able to refrain from crying out in anguish and guilt. He looked away and noticed the time on the clock; it was 3 in the morning. He almost moaned. His mother wasn't well because of him. She was dying inside because of him. She was sad because of him, all his fault, his entire fault.

Danny sat next to his mother, floating slightly over the couch so she wouldn't notice a weight change in the couch. Suddenly, he heard a noise emanate from her pocket.

"Warning," A robotic voice said, "A ghost is near!"

"Oh shut-up!" Maddie cried taking out the small ghost tracker and throwing it across the room, it there shattered upon impact with the wall.

Danny wanted to make his mother feel better; he had no idea how though. A strange feeling welled up in his stomach, and without thinking; he placed a hand on his mother's arm. She was so welled up in her own grief; she didn't even notice his cool touch. Danny whispered one word.

"Sleep…" He whispered. He felt his mother fall limp, and leaned against the couch. She breathed slowly and deeply, obviously lulled into a deep sleep. Danny abruptly stood up and stared at his hands in awe.

"Holy crap," Danny thought, "what kind of ghost AM I?"

Danny shook his head, when did his life ever make any sense? Well, at least his mother was sleeping, she deserved sleep. She was the sweetest, most amazing mother a kid could ask for, and he didn't know what he had done to deserve such a great mother. He leaned forward, and kissed her forehead softly. She shuddered slightly under the cool touch of his lips, but smiled. Danny returned the smile sadly.

"I love you." Danny whispered and floated through the ceiling, up to his parent's room. His father was sound asleep, but he was thrashing around, beads of sweat covered his face, and it was obvious he was having a nightmare; from which he could not wake. "That's because he is LIVING his nightmare… just like me" Danny thought. He bit his lip and walked over to him. He placed his hand on his father's forehead, and thought peaceful thoughts. His father instantly calmed under his touch, and a small smile formed on his face. Danny sighed softly and wished he could bring more comfort to his father, but for the time being, this would have to suffice.

"Who would have thought," Danny whispered smiling sadly at his father, "That the thing you hate most, ghosts, could bring you such comfort. I just hope that you will still love me… even if I am a ghost… I love you dad… even if you never love me back." He leaned forward and hugged his father softly, knowing that he was in a deep enough sleep that he would not wake, before he went to fly over to his sister's room, deciding to take a shortcut through his own.

Danny stopped mid-flight when he entered his own room, because he realized he was not alone. He mentally patted himself on the back for remaining invisible, and he looked down at his bed to see who it was… Jazz.

Danny frowned, normally she would cringe upon the SUBJECT of going into Danny's room, something along the lines of it being the grossest place on the face of the earth, but there she was. Danny floated over to her; she was in a similar state to his mother, only that she was staring at a photo of her and Danny, rather than watching a home movie.

"Oh Danny," Jazz whispered, her fingers tracing the smile on her brother's face in the picture. "Why did you have to go?"

Danny shut his eyes, forcing himself to stop taking unnecessary breaths, so he wouldn't start to cry, this was all his fault. He had to make this right. He had to make it better. Danny placed his hand on his sister's arm; she froze for a minute, before he told her to sleep. She fell against his pillow, and Danny took the photo from her hand and set it on his night stand. He pulled the covers over her and smiled.

"Common Jazz… be brave. Please be brave… for me? I promise that I will make this right. Please just stay strong… I won't ever leave you alone again… I promise." Danny leaned forward and kissed her softly on the forehead, before he flew out the window towards Tucker's house.

He phased through the wall into Tucker's room, and saw his friend, who seemed to be in a slightly better shape than his family. Tucker was sound asleep in his bed, his obnoxious snoring ringing through the room, as he snuggled up next to his PDA. Danny walked over to his nightstand, and saw a picture of Sam, Tucker, and himself. He smiled at the picture; he remembered when they had taken it. Danny was laughing as he hugged his two friends while Sam silently glared at Tucker. Tucker had just made a joke about slaughtering pigs, and if looks could kill, Tucker would have been dead. Danny smiled and knew Tucker was going to be brave about this. He was always the one to stand strong.

"You are the most amazing friend a dude could have Tucker." Danny whispered, and smiled sadly, knowing that his friend was okay… at least for tonight. Danny sighed quietly and he was about to leave when he noticed a date on Tucker's PDA. Danny quietly fazed the PDA out of Tucker's grasp so he could look at it. His felt a lump form in his throat as he read what it said.

Danny's Funeral: December 5, 2011 at 5:00pm.

Danny sighed when he looked at the date, then he looked to the right corner of the PDA, to see what day today was. It was the 4th… the funeral was tomorrow. Danny closed his eyes and quietly fazed the PDA back into Tucker's hands, and flew out of his house, heading to Sam's.

Danny almost turned visible right then and there when he saw the state his beloved was in. She was rocking back and forth in the corner of her room, her eyes were red and puffy, and she was biting her nails. Danny sighed quietly, he always knew that Sam would take is death badly, but he never would have imagined that it would be this bad. Danny floated over to her, and noticed that she was staring at her favorite picture of him. He had been talking when she took the picture, and his eyes where ridiculously wide, and he had his mouth open in an 'o' shape, with his tongue hanging partially out. He looked ridiculous, and Sam had made a big deal of putting it on Facebook. Danny smiled at the memory, remembering how much he wanted to zap Sam with an ecto-blast for that one, but then she gave him the puppy eyes, and he had melted like butter.

Danny laid an icy hand on her shoulder, and she jumped at the feeling.

"WHA-" Sam was interrupted mid-shout when Danny told her to sleep. Immediately she fell into a deep slumber.

Danny gently picked Sam up and brought her over to her bed. He made a duplicate (which was just his luck he could do that now that he was a full ghost), who pulled back the covers while the real Danny set Sam gently on the bed. Danny absorbed the doppelganger and pulled the covers over Sam. He leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the forehead.

"Oh Sam…" he whispered looking at her sadly, "I'm going to make it all better, you'll see. I promise when that happens, you will never cry again, and if anyone tries to hurt you; I will hurt them tenfold!" Danny kissed her forehead once more, before backing away and then flying out the window.

Danny shut his eyes and sighed. He knew that it was going to be hard showing his family that he was a full ghost. Not to mention trying to show his parents that he still was the same Danny that they had loved.

All he could do now was wait, wait for tomorrow. Tomorrow where he will be doing something he never imagined that he would ever do. He was going to watch his funeral take place.