Binas: Hi folks! Here's the next round! And this chapter has a major plot piece. See if you can find it. I plan for this plot piece to be relevant later. And sorry about the shortness, I needed a cliffy.

Also, Adoption Nightmare isn't abandoned. It is still in the works at this moment. I am just going through a rather hard time in getting my thoughts turned into words.

Also, I am excited for the MLP:FiM season 5 premier. I am trying to avoid watching the leaked episode so I can watch it with the second episode (which is scheduled to air the same exact day right after the first one). From trailers, I can tell that we are in for a dozy.

Reviews:

Lovesbugsalot: Thank you. :)

wolfmoon21: Thanks. I can understand that, but I wanted this to be a bit more original than the others so I didn't make it seem a bit dry (kind of like the Akatsuki Cat (Naruto) stories which are all pretty much carbon copies, but I have a few that I like because of some extra spice that is added). Kinda like the reason why you add some sort of spread or topping to toast when you have had nothing but dry toast for a while. Don't worry, I am going to follow some of the basic canon mechanics of the DP Universe to the best of my ability.


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It was lab day in Ms. Gallium's classroom. And so far, Danny's luck was running dry once again.

"Daniel, can you get the box sets of beakers and pass them out?" Ms. Gallium asked.

Danny gulped as he gave a nervous look. Considering how many times he had dropped various objects due to his out of control powers, Danny knew it was a bad idea to handle lab equipment. He looked at Ms. Gallium, who gave a look at Danny.

"We don't have all day," Ms. Gallium said, "We need every second of class to do this experiment."

Danny hesitantly got up from his group's lab table and slowly approached the cabinet. Normally, he wouldn't be intimidated by something so simple. Due to how much his powers act up, he feared that he would get in trouble for something out of his control.

He opened the door and picked up the smallest box he could find (which contained seventeen beakers). Before he could even take his tenth step away from the cabinet, his hands got tingly.

"Oh crud…" Danny whispered to himself.

The box fell through his hands and onto the ground. He winced as he heard the shatters of seventeen glass beakers. He quickly hid his intangible hands behind his back and backed away into the cabinet with a sheepish smile.

"Uh… It slipped?" Danny said unsurely.

Ms. Gallium glared at Danny. Danny felt the tingly sensation of intangibility leave his hands, which allowed him to stop hiding his arms.

"This fragile equipment, Daniel," Ms. Gallium said and handed Danny a broom and dust pan, "Clean it up. You need to know how to take responsibility for your accidents."

Danny took the broom and dust pan and began sweeping up the mess of broken glass. As he was moving it into the dust pan, his hands became intangible again. He panicked and became fully intangible by accident. The broom fell through him and hit the objects inside cabinet. By the fate of bad luck, the other box of seventeen beakers went flying through the air. Danny threw his arms up in a defensive position as the box was hurdling towards him. The box made its impact on the floor underneath the intangible Danny. Danny quickly scurried a few feet away from his mess as he became tangible again. Since he wasn't exactly paying attention, he bumped into Ms. Gallium.

Danny looked up and saw the glare on Ms. Gallium's face.

"Uh, hi?" Danny asked unsurely.

Ms. Gallium's glare didn't even falter. She pointed at Danny's seat sternly. Danny got the silent message and walked back to his seat.

"Daniel, since I will be going to the hospital later today, you will have detention this afternoon with Mr. Lancer," Ms. Gallium said, "Since Daniel here broke all of the beakers I have, I will have to cancel the project. Now, open your books and study chapter 3 section 2. There will be a test coming up next week."

The class groaned. Everyone (minus Sam and Tucker) glared at Danny and began saying very nasty things.

"Fenton always has to ruin everything!" One student groaned.

"What a total klutz!" Another moaned.

Danny shrunk back in his seat meekly. He tried to suppress the urge of involuntarily invisibility, but only succeed in keeping everything but his feet visible. Tucker began to rub Danny's back, trying to comfort his "best friend since forever". Sam gave hardened glares at the ones who said hurtful things. In one instance she pointed to herself, her heavy duty black combat boots, and to a random offender that gone a little too far over the line.

Ms. Gallium went back to her desk and began writing a detention slip for Danny and a report about the broken beakers for Mr. Lancer. She even put in a request that Danny was to be forbidden to hold anything made of glass or any other material that was just as fragile. Once she was satisfied with the detention slip and report, she set it aside.

As that was happening, the trio began whispering among themselves.

"Dude, don't be hard on yourself," Tucker said, "I am sure Ms. Gallium has another shipment on the way."

"I am not worried about the beakers," Danny said, "I am worried that someone in this school is going to find out my secret. There's no telling what would happen if that happens!"

"Danny, relax," Sam said, "Just because only your parents and us know, doesn't mean others will. There are many people with worse luck than you who managed to dodge getting their secrets blown out of the water."

"Oh man!" Tucker chuckled as a memory came to the surface, "That reminds me of the time Brittney Brittney came here! You should have seen the look on her face when her baseball cap came off! She thought her cover was blown, but nobody seemed to know it was her, despite her only piece of disguise being gone!"

That was a bit reassuring for Danny. Danny couldn't help but chuckle at that memory. Only the trio managed to put the pieces together of that incident. In fact, they were the first to get bragging rights when the editor for the Amity Journal released everything about Brittney Brittney's vacation in Amity Park. That however, didn't boost their popularity at all.

"True," Danny said.

"Now onto more important matters," Tucker began, "Are you going to become a hero?"

"I gave it some thought," Danny said, "I guess it wouldn't hurt to try at least one time. If it fails, then I am not sure what I will do."

Tucker then shot out of his seat and began cheering a little too loudly. The whole class gave Tucker weird looks, including Ms. Gallium.

"I know you win knowledge when your study habits are successful, Tucker," Ms. Gallium said, "But could you please not disrupt the class? Many other students want know what winning knowledge is like as well, so don't pretend you are the only one. Detention."

"Aw man!" Tucker moaned as he slumped back into his seat.


The bell rang, signaling it was time for English class. The trio made its way to Mr. Lancer's class. From the words "Poetry is hip", they knew they were in for this time. Between the "hip" language and the fact Mr. Lancer sometimes made lessons that were interesting a bit boring, they couldn't tell which was worse.

Danny, Sam, and Tucker took their seats, waiting for the slaughtering to begin. That was when someone deemed it wasn't happening fast enough. Dash zoomed over to Danny's desk and lifted the scrawny boy out of his seat. Danny yelped as Dash's surprise attack caught him completely off guard.

"Hey, Fen-turd!" Dash sneered, "I didn't get to wail on ya yesterday as revenge for the mystery guy who stuffed me in a locker!"

"Um, that isn't exactly revenge..." Danny said nervously.

"Whatever!" Dash said and dropped Danny on the floor, "I will meet you in the men's room after class for your swirly!"

Dash took a seat in his assigned seat, which unfortunately was next to Danny. Danny shook out all of the dizziness that Dash caused when he dropped the hybrid a little too close to the desk. He got back in his seat and tried to sit as far away as possible from Dash.

'Why did you put him next to me again, Lancer?' Danny griped in his head.

Danny spent the entire class period trying to stay focused and not fall asleep, ignore Dash's constant pre-swirly bullying antics, and keep his powers from going out of control again. Only the focusing and keeping powers under control parts were on the brink of failure. Danny nearly fell asleep twice due to how boring Mr. Lancer was making the lesson. That led to some rather interesting incidents with his power slip ups. While no one caught them, Danny's head nearly fell through the desk when he begun to lay it down. That woke him up completely really quickly, but that didn't last. Another incident involved him falling backwards in his chair when he laid back in his seat. Once again, that was all made possible by the annoying power known as intangibility.


At the end of the period, Danny ran out of the room, wishing to spare what little dignity he had. Dash was right on his tail like a rabid Greyhound-German Shepherd mix. Danny was unable to lose Dash in the run, in fact, Dash was catching up to him rapidly.

"YOU CAN RUN ALL YOU WANT, BUT YOU CAN'T DO IT FOREVER, FENTON!" Dash bellowed.

"I know..." Danny whined to himself.

The chase caused a lot of calamity in the halls. Many students lost their papers in collisions or near collisions. Others nearly got severely injured when Dash went speeding by. Eventually, Danny was coming near a dead end. He panicked; there was no way that he would be able to escape now.

"THERE'S NOWHERE TO HIDE!" Dash called out, "EVEN IF YOU ARE JUST AN INVISIBLE GEEK!"

Those last two words reminded Danny of one of his troublesome powers. He could hide from Dash. He looked behind himself. Dash hadn't clipped the corner yet. Danny tried his hardest to become completely invisible and managed to succeed in a record time of ten seconds. He came to a halt and got out of Dash's trajectory, allowing himself to get a long needed breather.

Dash came barreling down the hallway, with rage on his face. He came to a skidding stop when he realized that Danny was nowhere to be found in the hallway. He scratched his head, a bit shocked and irked that his favorite punching bag had escaped.

"I will get him later for this..." Dash muttered to himself as he stormed off.

Dash punched an unfortunate nerd that happened to be walking by in the face. The poor nerd held his bleeding nose as he ran away to the nurse's office. It calmed Dash down a bit, but it wasn't good enough. He really wanted to see Danny suffer.

The literally invisible Danny began to walk away to find a safe place to drop his invisibility. There were, however, a few things he couldn't resist doing while invisible. He poked random jocks in a slightly annoying way that would normally get him killed by them. Their reactions were priceless to the point that Danny needed to run away just to laugh. He even tried removing some of their letter man jackets from their shoulder's, also gaining a couple of laughs. Then there was the killer one: pantsing Dash. That one not only garnered several laughs from everyone but Dash, it also nearly made Danny lose his hold on his invisibility. Dash had chosen the wrong day to wear Care Bear boxers.

Danny ran away as fast as he could from the scene that his human form could allow, laughing his head off. He would never peg as Dash a fan of Care Bears. Then again, it could be just Dash's parents being embarrassing. But either way, Danny had gotten his revenge and it was sweet.

Maybe his powers weren't so bad after all...

At that moment, he unwillingly became visible. Danny let out a groan of annoyance, thankful that no one was around to see him.

Okay, maybe they won't be after he gets control of them...


A week had passed with bustling activity in the Fenton household. Both of regular and spectral, though no one knew about the latter. Maddie and Jack had setup a very useful training course for Danny, and it was a few things. Those things were: helpful (of course), thoughtful, bonding time, amusing, and Danny's least favorite, downright embarrassing.

The embarrassing part existed when Danny (in ghost form) found himself stuck in a wooden board after a failed attempt to phase through it. It was made worse when Maddie and Jack began taking pictures and videos of Danny waddling around, trying to get the board out of his mid-section. Danny's cheeks were thoroughly red from the embarrassment he felt.

'They better not put this on a Christmas card!' Danny thought bitterly as a camera flash blinded his eyes.

"Come on, Danny-boy," Jack said with a hearty chuckle, "This isn't so bad. It could be more embarrassing like the time-"

"Please don't finish that sentence, dad!" Danny pleaded with wide eyes, knowing exactly which story Jack was about to tell, "I'd like to keep my dignity a little longer!"

"Aww! But that story was so cute!" Jack pouted like a little kid.

A small smile graced Maddie's lips as she shook her head. The boys of the family were so amusing to watch.

"Jack, I believe we should try to get Danny out of the board now," Maddie said, "I imagine it isn't very comfortable."

"Now that you mention it, it feels really weird!" Danny said.

"I will go get the chain saw!" Jack said with enthusiasm and rushed out of the lab.

Danny blanched as soon as he heard the word "chain saw". He knew that wasn't a very smart idea. He began to get very nervous as he persperated. His dad was already dangerous enough every time he picked up a pair of kiddie scissors. Kiddie scissors!

This nervousness translated into a sudden feeling of the tingly sensation of intangibility throughout Danny's torso and legs. The board fell to the lab's floor with an audible thump as Danny began to sink through the ground once again.

Maddie rushed to her baby boy's side and lifted him out of the floor. Danny turned solid after a few moments, allowing Maddie to place her son back on the ground.

At that moment, they heard the loud roar of a chain saw. Danny yelped as he became invisible unwillingly. Jack barreled into the lab, holding the chain saw up high with pride.

"Don't worry, son!" Jack bellowed, "I will save you from the board!"

Jack then looked around the lab for Danny. All he saw was Maddie and the board that was stuck in Danny lying on the floor. The chain saw came to an abrupt stop as Jack got out of his heroic pose.

"Um… Did I miss something?" Jack asked, "Where's Danny?"

"I'm right here!" Danny called out, "In front of you!"

Jack just stared silently.

"I'm invisible, aren't I?" Danny asked, slightly annoyed.

"Yup," Jack said.

"Darn it!" Danny said.


In the kitchen, Jazz flipped through her Psychology textbook, absorbing every single word that the book held. As she was reading about Pseudobulbar Affect, she heard a loud crash from down in the lab. She frowned at the lab door and went back to reading. Another crash turned that frown into a glare. A third crash made her seethe a bit. A fourth crash made her down right furious. She slammed her Psychology Textbook shut and tucked it under her arm.

With annoyance visible in her gait, she stormed to the lab door and descended into the place that she swore she would never willingly visit.

"Mom! Dad! Could you please make less noise?" Jazz said, "I've got a test coming up in two days, and I haven't even made flash cards yet!"

When Jazz realized what was going on, her eyes widened. Her parents were actually behaving and weren't the culprit of the banging. In fact, Jack was holding a speed gun and Maddie was holding a clip board. According to Jazz's notes, her mom and dad should have been the source of the destruction caused by some form of impact she saw in the lab.

"This doesn't make any sense!" Jazz said as she analyzed every speck of evidence that proved her parents innocent, "There is no way you guys didn't cause this!"

"Jazz-" Maddie began.

"I mean, you guys are always blowing up something up down in here!" Jazz said as she began to freak out, "But suddenly, you guys aren't making a mess!"

"Please listen-" Maddie said.

"My notes say that you guys are projected to make at least one major mess once a week!" Jazz said, "And the end of the week is near, so why haven't you guys made a mess yet?!"

"You know, you should let her speak…" A disembodied voice said in a voice that sounded like Danny's but had an echo to it.

"Huh?" Jazz asked.

In front of her, a slightly tanned boy floated. He had snow white hair and neon green eyes that glowed. He wore a black jumpsuit with a white collar, a white belt, white gloves, and white boots. It was in a similar style to her parents' jumpsuits, but was much closer to the one that her parents' made for Danny, give or take the coloration.

After a few seconds, Jazz dropped her book. She realized exactly what was in front of her. And it went against everything she believed in.

"GHOST!" Jazz screamed, making the ghost flinch, "THERE'S A GHOST IN HERE!"

"And that's exactly what I said on our first honeymoon!" Jack chimed in the background as he leaned in towards Maddie.

"Geez, could you scream a little quieter, Jazz?" The ghost asked.

"Wait a minute," Jazz said, with surprise and shock evident in her being, "How do you know my name?!"

"Uhhh," The ghost said then flew out through the ceiling.

Jazz stood there for a moment, staring at the spot where the ghost phased out. She then quickly turned to her parents.

"Please tell me I am only dreaming!" Jazz said.

"Nope," Jack said, "If it was one, I am sure there would be a river of fudge somewhere around here..."

"Dad!" Jazz said, "I am serious! Please tell me I am not going insane!"

Maddie grasped Jazz in a motherly way. She debated in her head whether or not to tell Jazz that the ghost she was in fact her brother. If she did, Danny might have been a bit upset, knowing Jazz would try to pick at him for possible changes in his psychological functioning. Then there was the fact Jazz technically just saw her first ghost. So in the end, not wanting to put too much strain on Jazz, decided not to tell her.

"Jazz, honey," Maddie said, "You're not going crazy, and you aren't dreaming. That was indeed a ghost you just saw."

"If that was a ghost, then how come you aren't hunting him?" Jazz asked, "After all, he did make the mess in here."

Jack and Maddie gave each other a wide eyed look. They needed to get out of that question as carefully as possible without drawing suspicions from their eldest child.

"Uhhh..." Maddie and Jack said in union.

"Oh look at the time!" Jack said as he took a peek at his imaginary watch, "It's time for fudge!"

"I just remembered," Maddie said, placing her hand on her forehead with a smile, "I need to pick up some supplies for a new invention we are planning to make!"

Living up to their cover stories, Jack and Maddie sped out of the lab to the destinations required to make themselves not look like liars to their daughter. Jazz raised an eyebrow as she watched her parents leave. She wasn't convinced for a single second, despite the fact she knew they were on their way to try to do everything needed to make her believe them.

"You guys are hiding something," Jazz said as her eyes narrowed in determination, "I am going to find out exactly what it is."


The next day was a school free day. The reason was not because of another freak storm, but rather teacher development day. A day for teachers for teachers to learn new teaching methods, get updated on important matters, and get lectured at by the leader of the school system. That also meant Jazz would have an entire day devoted to gathering information and piecing it together with her parent's bizarre behavior in some way.

The only hard part about this was that she needed to make this as secretive as possible. So that meant getting her ear chewed off by her dad. She knew that her dad was oblivious to most things, so she had a good feeling is there was anyone to pick at for information with out him/her knowing, it was him.

So Jazz worked up her strength and went into the living room. She saw that Jack was on the couch, working on a cross-stitching project. She didn't even need to see the cloth to know what Jack was cross-stitching onto it.

"Dad?" Jazz asked.

"Yes, Jazzy-pants? Do you need something?" Jack asked with a smile, but it then turned into a narrowed look, "Or are you looking for permission to date someone?"

Jazz blushed at the last question. It was a no-brainer that Jack was overprotective over his baby girl.

"No! No boys involved at all!" Jazz said quickly, "I was actually kind of curious about something."

"Oh, why didn't you say so?" Jack asked as his demeanor brightened up, "So what has you so curious?"

"I was just wondering if there was anything, I don't know, new that you learned recently?" Jazz asked with fake innocence, "Something that you didn't know before."

The smile that grew on Jack's face sold how much self therapy she was going to need later. Jazz mentally groaned as she listened to her father ramble on about the new things that he had learned about ghosts. None of the information was helpful for Jazz's mission at all. She didn't want to know about the inner workings of a ghost blob's digestive system, which was really gross considering Jack witnessed it first hand and was sharing that experience. She tried to steer her dad towards the answers she wanted, but some how those attempts were always futile and led to some other useless fact on ghosts.

'Scratch self therapy,' Jazz thought as she heard her dad ramble on how ghost breeding was the exact same as human breeding, 'I NEED a therapist...'