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Okay.. maybe it's time to face the truth. I... d-don't, OWWWNNNNN Daaaaannnyyyyyyy Ph-Phanttttoooommmmm... Wahhhhh!


It all happened so fast, almost as if Samantha was watching a really vivid movie in her home theater.

First Danny walked in the portal, then he tripped, then he hit a button, and finally, he was engulfed in green flames. Samantha felt like such a bitch. Did she just kill him?

I mean.. she couldn't have.. right? He's gotta still be alive.

These were the thoughts that consumed her mind as she covered her face from the bright green goop. She didn't want to see it swallow Danny whole. She didn't want to watch the one person who was kind to her get eaten alive.

Maybe this is why people were never nice to her, because when they are she get's paranoid and does something like.. this to them. Maybe this is why all of her friends secretly hated her. Of course Samantha knew all of this deep in the back of her mind, but she didn't want to face it right now. Not now. Not right after she just killed a dude.

This can't be happening.

This has to be a dream... It's the only logical explanation for what just happened. She still hasn't woken up, she dreamt up a whole day of school. She never got detention and Danny was never nice to her. She didn't just kill him.

There was a part deep in the back of her mind that knew that this was reality. She chose to ignore the annoying, omniscient part of her mind that kept pointing out all of these horrible things. She wanted to just stop thinking all together, as if that would give her mind a chance to process what just happened and catch up to reality, but the back of her mind reminded her that that was scientifically impossible, because the human mind is so complex.

Then, when it appeared as if Samantha's sanity was at it's breaking point, the universe balanced itself out.

This, again, happened really fast. One moment, there was a bright green flash that lit up the room. The lamp that Danny had lit fell right off of the table, but neither Tucker nor Samantha noticed because the room was lit with an eerie, ghostly green.

After they shielded their eyes from the green, it dimmed down. They saw Danny inside of the green, screaming a scream that man should never have to hear. But then, he stopped screaming. At first this freaked Samantha out, but then the green spit Danny out onto the lab floor and all Samantha could think to do was go and check to see if Danny was breathing.

He was.

Samantha felt herself let out a breath that she didn't even know she was holding. Right now her mind was just one big blear. It was almost as if she was actually asleep, and maybe she was. Who knew? Right now she didn't bother to even endeavor to try to know. Right now she didn't even know what she wasn't bothering to make an attempt at trying to know. That's how whacked up her mind was at that moment.

But the minute she realized that Danny was still alive, she felt a small piece of her mind return to her, lethargically, but at the moment she didn't really care. Right now she just wanted to get home. She wanted to lock herself in her room and lose herself to listening to music. She wanted to just pretend that this day never happened. She always messes things up.

Okay, maybe I'm starting to exaggerate just a little. She doesn't really mess things up, she just.. tends to... overreact to things. She's just always been histrionic. She can't help it, it's just the way she is.

So anyways, Samantha doesn't really mess up everything. But she did mess up her chance at a friendship with Danny.

'Who cares?!' Samantha thought, 'Danny's a loser and you know it! Who cares if he was nice to you? He's a nice person, and that's why he's at the bottom of the food chain. If you want to stay popular and perfect, you have to have a spine, which Danny does not have!'

Even though she was trying to convince herself that she had done the right thing, the annoying omniscient part of her mind kept reminding her that she, in fact, had done the wrong thing.

But what could she do now? That's right, nothing. She could do nothing right now. Well.. she could at least help Danny a little.

She looked down at him, and realized something. He looked different. A lot different. Almost like a completely different person. It was weird.

How did she not notice this right away? His normally black hair was now white, a snowy white. The jumpsuit he was wearing went from mostly white and a little black to mostly black and a little white, like the colors switched. It was weird. He looked kind of paler too. Almost.. ghostly pale.

'But... that's impossible! He's breathing!' Samantha reassured herself. If she actually had killed him... she would never be able to forgive herself.

Doing something very child-like and impulsive, she immediately began to shake Danny, like a kid shaking his parents awake on Christmas morning. She had to be positive that he was okay, in order to get any sleep tonight.

He wasn't getting up at first, which really didn't help set Samantha's stomach. Eventually though, he started to stir. Then his eyes popped right open. This actually kind of startled Samantha. Not the fact that he got up though, that shocked her a little, but didn't startle her. No, what startled her were Danny's eyes. They were a neon green, instead of his normal crystal blue. They were the same shade as the green that had enveloped Danny only a few minutes ago. Now every time she would see them, she would be reminded of what had just happened.

She could never see him ever again, or the guilt would eat her alive.

"Hey..." Hey groaned out, grabbing his head. He most likely had a headache.

"Ummmmmm... Areyouokay?!" Samantha squealed out really fast.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" It was now his turn to ask a stupid question.

Samantha pulled out a compact that she kept in her pocket and held it up across from his face. He looked more that shocked. He looked absolutely bewildered. Like the person he was looking at wasn't him.

"W-What happened?" He chocked out.

"You went inside your parents ghost portal and activated it?" Samantha asked, not sure if that was what really happened due to the fact that her head was still clouded.

"Yeah, I know that," He said,"But how did I get out? Why do I look so... dead. Obviously I'm not dead."

"Well.. the thing spit you out. I don't know why you look like that though." Samantha said, then, while she still had the guts to, she continued. "Look, Danny, I'm SO sorry! I did not know that would happen... and..."

"It's okay." He assured her, but he didn't add any words on after that. He probably just wanted her to shut up so he could think.

By this point Samantha had helped Danny up and they were both standing in the middle of his parents laboratory, with Tucker.

"Dude, you look like a ghost." Tucker pointed out.

"Well, yeah... but.." Then Danny's eyes popped out of his head "No! That's not possible. Is it?"

"Well I don't think you're entirely dead, because your breathing and stuff. But I wouldn't factor out the possibility that you could be like.. part ghost or something." Samantha contributed to their conversation.

"Is there even such a thing?" Tucker wondered.

"Only one way to find out." Samantha smirked. "If you're really part ghost then you should have cool powers, like walking through things and turning invisible."

"Try to walk through a wall Danny!" Tucker encouraged.

Then Danny walked up to one of the spots in the lab where there was no desk or anything covering the wall, and he tried to walk through it. Keyword: tried. He failed, epicly. In the process of trying to walked through the wall he had hit his head on it and fallen down.

Samantha and Tucker both rushed to his side to help him, feeling guilty that they were laughing at him, even though it was their idea.

"Guess I'm not a ghost." Danny said, not in the slightest bit disappointed. Then he walked over to pick up broken pieces of the lamp that had fallen on the ground during the.. accident.

But when he picked up a rather big piece, something weird happened. It fell through his hand. "Uh... guys.." He called over to the other two people in the room rather uncomfortably.

"Where'd Danny go?" Tucker wondered.

"Stop being stupid Tucker, I'm right here." Danny said, poking him.

"Woahhh!" Tucker started freaking out. "Danny.. you're.. kind of invisible."

"I AM?! Dude, I was picked up glass and some of it fell through my hand and- WOAH!" Danny shrieked as he fell.

This wasn't a natural fall though, it was almost as if Danny's feet had fallen through the ground. By this point, he was visible too, so Samantha and Tucker saw him. But before anyone could make any other realizations, or conduct any expiraments, Danny's parents called down the stairs. "DANIEL FENTON! IS THAT YOU DOWN THERE? YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE!"

It wasn't the trouble he was worried about, it was his parents. They were ghost hunters, he was now a ghost. Err.. part ghost.. maybe?

"Danny, think of something, quick!" Samantha whispered.

'No duh, sherlock." Danny thought harshly as his brain quickly racked for any way to change back.


Chapterrrrr Seven. (:

This is actually a pretty quick update from me, believe it or not (: Two Days baby! That's my record :D lolll. But I got so many reviews that I just HAD to be generous and write this chapter so quickly.

Then I had to be evil though and leave you off with a cliffy. Oh well, my generosity can only last for so long. :D

I realllly loved writing this chapter, and I cannnotttttt wait to write the next chapter either. I'm really starting to get into this story, now that Danny has his ghost powers. :D

So, THANK YOU REVIEWERSSS! I went up like... atleast ten reviews this chapter. (: This pleases me greatly. You guys should keep reviewing and favoriting and following, because that make me generous, and when I'm generous I update a lot faster than I normally would (: