I couldn't wait to get this up. This is a revelation chapter! Yeah I'm so excited to see what you guys think about it.


Valerie as becoming annoyed quickly. It seems her computer was either malfunctioning, or that kid was something that didn't exist. She had run his picture through her data base—a highly advanced piece of equipment that was used to track down ghosts before they had died. This was different. There were many different aliases for this guy, and none of them seemed right. In every picture that popped up, he looked the exact same—whether it was ten years before or fifty. The kid didn't seem to age. The same was true with the rest of his freaky family. She had been spying on them ever since she was able to find an address under the boy's current false name.

She was shocked to see the Fenton's there; as far as she knew, they had stopped ghost hunting when Jazz had died and that traitor of a son of theirs had fled and hid for twenty years. Danny must be in the house then, but why hadn't she seen him at all? For all of the years she knew him, Danny wasn't the kind to be kept up in a house. He had to get out and fly sometime. Since her stakeouts at the Cullens' place wasn't bringing results, she had been doing research and trying to dig up some dirt on the family who were housing her greatest enemy.

Oddly enough, a link came up to the Fenton's old website. She wasn't sure why that was—it didn't seem that the Cullens had any link with the Fentons, maybe they had known each other years back? She clicked on several more links, but kept the FentonWorks page minimized just in case she had to go back. The only other piece of information that seemed valid were old newspapers from Chicago back in the early 1900s; she had found the kid's picture in the obits area, this said that he had died in 1918 at just seventeen. His whole family had fallen to a plague, the only surviving member was a distant cousin who had been overseas at the time. What interested her most though, were the seemingly random brutal attacks in the area after the kid died. Most said that there was blood, but not enough to sustain a body. She followed these events and they didn't just stay in Chicago, they moved around the states for some years before just stopping. She didn't know what to make of that.

She realized that the FentonWorks website was still up and she clicked back on it. Only the stupid mouse wasn't working right. She double clicked on the minimized bar but it came up to fast to stop the second click and she got into a link that she didn't want. She grumbled and was about to go back when she stopped and read what she had accidently brought up.

"No way!"


Danny was staring up at the ceiling, his present state being—well Carlisle would call it a slight improvement; however, the first time Tucker saw his friend that day he stopped to ask what he had been smoking.

"Danny seems to be in some sort of euphoric state of mind," Carlisle said as he started to time the hybrid's pulse to make sure he wasn't having some sort of heart failure again. "But I can't for the life of me figure out why."

"The only other time I've seen him like this, he was either hit in the head too hard, or he was on pain meds," Tucker explained as he saw Danny's dreaming expression as his eyes roamed around the ceiling as if tracking something. "You didn't give him pain meds did you?"

"No, I didn't know what it would do to his body," Carlisle shook his head and put Danny's arm back on the bed. "He's pulse is fine, in fact, it is quiet normal. This is the most relaxed state he's been in since he was put in here."

Danny gave a lazy chuckle as he pointed up at the ceiling, "Silly birds, can't go intangible like I can."

"Dude, are you okay?" Tucker shook Danny's shoulder, but there was no immediate response.

"Stop that," Danny weakly slapped Tucker's hand away, "I want to watch the birdies."

"Okay, this is kind of scaring me Doc."

"It might be the virus," Carlisle said as he came to his feet. "It's messed with his lungs, heart, and head; who is to say that it can't mess with his hormones as well?"

Carlisle got an uncomfortable feeling and looked down to see that Danny was staring at him rather intently, and slightly cross eyed. Danny gave a dreamy laugh and sighed heavily.

"You got pretty eyes," he drawled out before looking back up at the ceiling and laughing to himself again.

Carlisle only rubbed his eyes with his hands, a little uncomfortable now, but he knew there was nothing he could do.

"He'll just have to ride this out," Carlisle said as he turned to leave. "I'm sure it's only temporary."

"I sure hope that's true," Tucker shook his head as he watched Danny try to catch an imaginary fly—or whatever it was that he saw.

"Hey Tuck!"

Tucker looked up to see Jack come into the room followed by Edward. The new comers stopped and stared at a Danny, eyes wide and jaws open.

"Uh, is he okay?" Jack asked pointing at his son.

"Carlisle said that the virus or whatever is messing his brain up," Tucker explained. "It's like he's high on something."

"Kind of reminds me when he was ten," Jack muttered and came closer to the bed. "He had broken his arm pretty badly and the doctor gave him some pain killers to keep him comfortable at home—that was a week I will never forget."

"Why?" Edward asked.

"When he starts petting the couch thinking it's a giant tiger, you know something's wrong," Jack dead-panned. "Oh, and I would keep all cold substances out of his reach."

"Yeah, he'll gobble them down and choke," Tucker chuckled.

"It's hot," Danny moaned and started to shift under the sheets uncomfortably.

"Don't worry Danno!" Jack smiled his trademark grin and rumpled Danny's bed-ragged hair. "I'll go get your mother and we'll cool you down."

Danny only stared dumbly up at Jack.

"Why are there two of you?"

"Because your brain is a little messed up right now," Jack explained with a smile as if it was a happenstance occurrence.

"Did you blow something up again? Mom won't be happy," Danny asked, cocking his head on the pillow a little too far to the left and making it look painful.

"No, I haven't blown anything up in a week. And that might change! Come on Tucker, I'll need your help setting up the blast-proof walls in the living room."

Tucker moaned, but followed Jack out of the room. Edward was left alone with Danny and took a seat by the bed.

"Your father is really something," he said the hybrid, shaking his head, but smiling.

Danny was listening, instead, he was staring at Edward with more intensity then he had been with Carlisle. Edward began to shift in his seat, feeling uncomfortable with those clouded blue eyes staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"You look different then your picture," Danny said simply, going cross-eyed again.

"What? What do you mean?"

"Your picture, on the mantel," Danny clarified.

"Spit it out Danny, the whole story."

"Dad keeps a picture . . . on the mantle," Danny started to yawn and drift off again.

"Don't go yet," Edward got up and shook Danny by the shoulders. "What picture Danny?"

"The one of great-great granddad William's cousin and his family," Danny said, trying to wiggle out of Edward's tight grip.

Edward let Danny go and the hybrid fell onto the pillows. He looked up at Edward, fear in his clouded eyes, but the vampire was too busy staring at the space above Danny's head in shock.

"That can't be right. You're delusional right now, you've got to be making it up!"

Danny cringed back at Edward's yelling. The vampire saw this then calmed down and sat back down in the seat. He stared at Danny then sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"Why do you have a picture of me on the mantle?" Edward asked.

"It's Dad's family," Danny explained, but his eyes started to droop. "Great-great granddad William started FentonWorks in a way. When he got back from the war, he figured out that all of his family had died off. He always kept that photo of his cousin with him to remember better times. He said that he seemed to see his cousin sometimes. And he swore that he saw him at his Aunt and Uncle's graves. That's when the family started to hunt ghosts."

Edward sat back in his chair, shaking his head at the ludicrous story.

"What . . . what was the cousin's name?" Edward asked, scared of the answer.

Danny yawned before replying, "Edward Masen Junior."

Then he promptly fell asleep.


"Um, Mr. Fenton, are you sure this is safe?" Tucker asked.

"Of course it is!" Jack shouted happily, turning on the blow torch. "Now, just keep that piece of metal steady while I try to weld the treads for the Fenton RV back in place."

"But, are you sure you should be doing it on the RV? Right next to the gas tank?"

While Tucker started to sweat, Jack only put on the mask and shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh come on, it can't be that dangerous!"

Tucker only whimpered as Jack brought the blow-torch closer to the treads he was holding together. The door burst open on the back porch and Tucker saw a distraught looking Edward walk towards them.

"Jack, I need to talk to you!"

"What's that?" Jack asked, looking up—and bringing the blow torch with him.

Tucker yelled and jumped out of the way as the flames came close to his face. The flames warped the metal of the RV, than the explosion rocked the land. When the smoke cleared, Edward brought his arms down to see Jack, face black from the flash of the explosion, but still in one piece, but the RV only had a front half.

"Hum, I thought I blast proofed everything," Jack said puzzled as he looked at the damage.

Edward could only blink at the man's carelessness, but the reason he was out here was more important.

"Danny told me a little story," he said as he came closer to talk to Jack. "He said I look like the guy in the photo on the mantle."

"Huh?" Jack asked, rubbing his eyes clear of soot. "Wait! Yeah, that's who you remind me of! Hah! I knew I wasn't going crazy."

Jack zipped down his damaged suit and brought out the photo in question.

"Here, you can see for you—woah!"

Jack's eyes went wide as he compared the photo with the live specimen in front of him.

"I don't believe it, you're that Edward? This is so awesome!"

Edward snatched the photo from Jack as the big man started to become a little too exuberant for the vampire and looked at it. His non-beating heart jumped up into his throat. He remembered taking this with his parents right before Will went overseas, then . . .he was related to Fenton's by blood. They were his actually family.

"He always said you were still around," Jack said, startling Edward.

"What?"

"Great Granddad William! Always said he wouldn't rest until he found your ghost to see why you were still here," Jack frowned suddenly. "But you aren't a ghost. This is odd."

"Don't you find it a little startling that I'm still alive after nearly a hundred years?" Edward asked him.

"Not really," Jack shrugged. "But come on, I think we need to talk. I would invite you into the RV, but I kind of just blew up that half of the car."

The two took to walking by the river instead, far enough away from the house where Edward hoped the others were too busy to listen in on them.

"Tell me how you know this stuff," Edward pointed to the photo. "How did you get this?"

"Passed down from my dad to me," Jack said, taking the picture back. "It's kind of like our good luck charm in the family. Great Granddad William swore it kept him safe while he was fighting overseas. When he heard of the influenza break-out, he came straight back home, but it was too late. He was at his family's funeral when he saw—well you. He said he thought he saw a ghost and dismissed it on his mourning, until he saw you again. He was obsessed with finding you again, when most just took him to be crazy."

"Did it get him in trouble?"

"Enough trouble to where he had to get out of Chicago. He did his research and turned it into a profession. Lucky for him, he found Gwen, a woman just as interested on the subject of ghosts as he was. When she heard his story, she wanted to help his research so he could find closure, and they were married soon after. They only had two girls, but after that, there was at least one boy in the family. He started up FentonWorks with his son in law—Jeffrey Fenton who married his youngest daughter."

"Why give the company Jeffrey's name? Did he die before the company was complete?"

"No, Great Granddad William is still kicking it in an old folk's home."

"He what?" Edward asked incredulous.

"He hasn't kicked the bucket yet," Jack clarified. "Still has his wits with him, doesn't need glasses, and still thinks he's a ladies' man. He's as stubborn as this virus Danny is fighting," a thoughtful look came over Jack. "Huh, that might explain why you seem to help Danny more than the rest of your family, you guys share genetics. Kind of like a kidney or a heart transplant, need a nearly perfect match to make it work."

Edward could only shake his head. His was impossible. Here he was, talking with his nearly thrice over cousin, and it didn't seem to disturb the ghost hunter one bit. Of course, that could change if he ever knew the truth.

"Come on Vampy, let's go get Mads in on this so we can start working on a cure!"

"What did you just call me?" Edward asked, disbelieving yet again.

"Huh? Oh, just slipped out. I mean, how else can you explain being here without actually dying?" Jack asked with his goofy grin. "Now come on."

"Unbelievable," Edward moaned, but followed, thinking how continent this had become.