Disclaimer: Sorry this has taken so long! I've had so much to do my Senior year and this has had to be temporally set aside while I did college apps and English papers. (Gags)

But here it is! It's amazing isn't it! Thanks to all my reviewers: heather, PotterPhan21, Lamiaisawesome (And yes she is), HiddenAuthor, purrbaby101, Blaidd Drwg, dPhantoMfreak, Oraman Asturi (Hope this note is short enough, lol), kennyk12 (Yes the voices sometimes get tiring… You ever gunna catch those elephants BTW?), and DP fan! Happy penguin cookies to all!

Anyway… rest of the stuff's at the end.

Enjoy!

Chapter 10

Danny went invisible, hoping it would keep Valerie oblivious to his presence. Lancer seemed to panic for a moment.

"Wah-"

"We're just invisible," he reassured his teacher, "I didn't want her to see us."

"Who-" but then the man broke off, probably spying the girl up ahead. Danny watched her warily.

"She's a ghost hunter," Danny informed his teacher, though the man probably had seen her around before. He dove lower over the tops of the buildings, unsure of the reach of her radar.

"Please be out of range," Danny mumbled to himself.

"Out of range of what?" Lancer asked sounding unnerved.

"Her-" Then he heard it. The small beeping of the radar watch his friend wore. Valerie looked down at it quickly. "Oh great!"

Valerie whipped out an ecto-gun, shouting to the skies.

"Where are you ghost?" She screamed, turning in the direction of the two. Danny's stomach tightened. He needed to put Lancer down in case she attacked. "I know you're here somewhere!"

Danny dived into a nearby alleyway and set Mr. Lancer on the ground.

"Get to the school," he ordered, "I'll ditch her and meet you there."

He didn't know whether he expected Lancer to listen or not. The teacher turned at the same time that Valerie must have spotted them and his reply was cut short by her triumphant cry.

"There you are!"

"Shit!" He couldn't have a fight with her there. Too many buildings to damage and too many people could get hurt. Danny regained visibility and shot up into the open air above town.

"You can't get away from me!" Valerie threatened, taking aim at Danny.

"Wanna bet!" Danny challenged, diving towards the road as her weapon spit out a series of dark pink blasts. Each missed the teen, but not by much. Her aim was getting better.

"Get back here!" she yelled after Danny as he speed off, zigzagging through cars, people, and buildings. He heard the jet sled's engines rev as she took chase.

He rocketed through the city with ease, making sharp turns and phasing through buildings to evade the huntress.

Unfortunately, she seemed to get more and more practiced at these chases as well, refusing to let Danny give her the slip. She shot blast after blast at him. He dodged some, but others he took. There were people around who could have gotten hit.

He though she would let up a tad as they flew on through more and more crowded areas of Amity. But she seemed to just get more and more frustrated and her shots more and more wild. He actually had to take a sharp left to stop a rogue blast from hitting one girl he vaguely recognized from school.

This was getting dangerous.

He shook off the blast and flew onward, racking his brain for ideas. If he could just ditch her for five seconds…

With a burst of inspiration, he swerved through a few cars and made another sharp turn, Valerie right on his tail.

He smirked a bit as he shot towards the ground. Just before his face said hello to Mr. Pavement, he pulled out of his dive. Valerie cursed and made to do the same, having to slow her speed so as to not crash. By the time she had regained her composure, Danny had already speed off, invisible, towards the school, leaving a severely pissed off ghost hunter in his wake.

He slowed down as he neared the school, looking for Mr. Lancer. All he found was his sister's car, so Danny assumed his teacher had already entered the school.

Cursing his bad luck of ending up at school twice on a freaking Saturday, he dove towards the building.

He supposed that Lancer had gone to the library and guessed that Sam, Tucker and Jazz were also there. The library was the only other place Jazz had extra keys to besides the front entrance. Well, she might have had keys to the science lab but Danny had never bothered to ask.

He quickly located the library roof (He had memorized the entire aerial layout of the school from his frequent "trips to the bathroom") and phased through it, landing in front of Sam, who looked in the middle of saying something. He gave a guilty half-grin.

"Sorry it took me so long guys. I ran into a bit of trouble," Danny apologized as he transformed. For some reason, Sam looked shocked.

"Danny!" she exclaimed, Jazz and Tucker echoing the exact same cry of horror.

"What?" he asked confused.

Instead of answering, Sam seized his shoulders and spun him around to face Lancer, who had apparently been standing behind him.

Danny was still utterly bewildered.

"Mr. Lancer, we can explain-" Jazz began, standing between Danny and Lancer, and then it clicked.

"Guys, chill. He's already found out," Danny assured them, placing a hand on his sister's shoulder in an attempt to calm her down.

"What!"

How did they get so good at speaking in unison?

"W-When? How?" his sister asked, clutching her bag tightly.

"Just a little while ago. That's what I wanted to tell you guys," Danny answered quietly. Jazz stared between Mr. Lancer and Danny, looking at a complete loss for words. But Danny could tell about a million thoughts and plans were probably running through her head. Tucker did mostly the same, most likely thinking something along the lines of "Oh shit." Sam folded her arms across her chest and glared at nothing in particular. She obviously didn't think this was ok in the least.

"You won't tell anyone, right?" Tucker asked, always the best at asking blunt questions.

"No, Mr. Foley, I won't," answered Mr. Lancer in that firm teacher voice he used when he told a student, most of the time Danny, that no they couldn't go to the bathroom for the third time today.

"Can we talk for a minute?" Sam asked, and, without waiting for an answer, she seized Danny and Tuck by the collars and dragged them over to the previously overturned table out of earshot, Jazz following.

Out of the four, Danny was, at first, the most calm. His sister had that worried, frantic look she sometimes got. Tucker was nervously glancing at Lancer as if he were making sure the teacher wouldn't attack them any second. Sam looked pissed, but Danny knew that anger was probably directed at Lancer and not himself.

"Guys, it's not that bad…" he tried to reassure them, "Mr. Lancer-"

"Is butting his nose in where it doesn't belong," Sam finished for him. Jazz gave her a small glare.

"How'd it happen?" Tucker asked.

"It wasn't Mr. Lancer's fault," Danny explained, "That ghost, Eclipse, attacked us in the library and trapped us and We got attacked by these rope things and I had to go ghost."

Ok, so that was the condensed version, but he'd explain the rest later.

Tucker nodded and Sam seemed to calm down some. Jazz looked hesitant.

"Is there any way we could make him think it didn't happen?" she asked.

Danny gaped at her. Of the four of them he though she would be the most ok with a teacher knowing. And for her to suggest lying to a teacher about anything was almost unheard of!

"No there isn't," he answered. And the more he thought about it, it might be better having Lancer know. He didn't seem about to turn him over and it might be easier to slip out of class during a ghost attack.

"What if he forbids you from ghost hunting?"

"I don't think he will Jazz. He seems to get it."

"But…Danny how could you let this happen?"

Danny stared at her. Let this happen? How could he let this happen! Did she think he did this on purpose?

"No, Danny I-"

Danny cut her off.

"I don't know Jazz. Why did I let this happen?" he asked sarcastically, feeling a strong urge to blow something up. He stomped his foot and half-registered the small dent he left in the floor. "Maybe I wanted to get me and my teacher nearly killed. Or maybe I'm just giving my enemies one more target to go after. Perhaps Walker would like him as a hostage! Or Vlad! Yes, that must be it! I'm becoming my evil future self and using Mr. Lancer in some evil master plot! Brilliant Jazz! That's exactly what happened!"

He sat heavily down in the nearest chair, holding his head in his hands. He was exhausted. Exhausted from his rant. Exhausted from the fight with Eclipse. Exhausted from the weight of his English teacher finding out he was half ghost. Then came the wave of guilt. He shouldn't have let his anger boil over like that. He knew he had been just moments away from ecto-blasting the table to smithereens. It was almost pure luck that he hadn't. His eyes wandered to the new, heel-sized dip in the floor. The dent stared back mockingly and he could almost see his twenty-four-year-old self laughing at him. Maybe that monster was his future.

He felt a slender hand on his shoulder and recognized it as Sam's.

"Danny?" she said quietly, "Danny, that's not your future. It won't happen. He isn't you."

Danny looked up at the goth, her violet eyes meeting his. They conveyed a look that many people never saw, full of comfort and caring. Danny gave a weak sort-of smile.

"Danny, I didn't mean that the way I said it… I don't blame you at all. I… I'm just worried about you Danny. I…" she trailed of, seemingly unsure of what to say.

"Danny…" Tucker started and Danny looked at him, "man you look like shit. Let's have this information swap and get to some rehabilitating video games."

Danny grinned. Tucker was always the positive one. And that suggestion was probably the best he had heard all day. He gave his best friend a nod and the tech-geek took that as the signal to grab a chair to sit on.

Danny looked over at Mr. Lancer and the two made eye contact and Lancer walked over. The teen was grateful that he hadn't decided to interrupt their conversation.

Sam gave Lancer a distrusting look as the teacher came to a stop by the opposite end of the table. Danny rolled his eyes. He knew she wasn't gunna be happy about this but there was no helping what happened.

Jazz took a seat across from Tucker and set her bag on the table, unzipping it and taking out her laptop. Sam situated herself next to Jazz on top of the table and Lancer stood awkwardly nearby. Danny chose to sit on the back of his chair, using seat as a footrest. He put his head down briefly, breathing slowly and mentally checking his powers. The last thing he wanted at the moment was to accidentally spin of through the ceiling or something.

"So," Danny said, lifting his head to look at Tucker, pushing his lingering worries about his future to the back of his mind, "Whata ya got?"

"Have," Jazz corrected, not taking her eyes off her computer. Danny rolled his eyes and noticed Lancer suppress a laugh.

"Whatever." Jazz was the only one he knew that would still worry about proper grammar while a strange, psychotic, scythe-wielding ghost girl was on the loose.

"Well," Tucker said, glancing at Mr. Lancer with a wary half-grin, "Haven't found anything on the ghost yet. But the scythe..." The boy messed with his PDA for a couple seconds before setting it on the table in front of Danny.

On the screen was a drawing of the scythe Eclipse had. Under the picture was its name.

"Dusk," Danny read aloud. Lancer walked around the table to see. "Ancient weapon of strange power. Said to have once been the weapon of a rogue who used it to her own discrepancy. Not much is known about what her intentions may have been, but it is rumored the weapon was hidden and protected before her death so no one could ever again wield it." Didn't that sound like almost every story of some ancient thing or another.

"Typical," he sighed. "What about this former owner? Any pictures of her?"

"There's a drawing of what she could have looked like according to a description of her," Jazz answered as she messed with her laptop. She turned the computer so her brother could see it. The sketch was of a woman in what looked like two loincloths and a long cloak. She looked like she was in her thirty-somethings and carried the scythe.

"Not her," Danny told them, disappointed but not too surprised that there was nothing on the ghost. "Eclipse was years younger."

"There's more on the scythe though," Sam said, standing and fiddling with the laptop. "Here." Danny gave her a small smile, knowing she was trying to cheer him up, before examining the site.

There were had no pictures of Dusk, but it had a jet-black screen and the white writing. And, Danny had to keep himself from dissolving into a fit of laughter, was decorated with little dancing grim reapers swinging around their scythes.

"How official is this?" Lancer asked. Danny cringed slightly. He knew Sam already didn't like the fact that Lancer knew his secret and, because she was the one to find that site, Lancer had just, unknowingly, insulted her.

"It's linked to from that other page about the scythe," she answered coldly, crossing her arms. "Just because its looks are unique compared to all those other 'official' looking site doesn't mean it isn't-"

"It's ok Sam. Breathe!" Danny said with an amused grin, placing a hand on her shoulder in an effort to clam her down before she chewed the man's head off. Sam gave Mr. Lancer a scowl, reluctantly sitting back down.

Danny quickly read the information, frowning slightly. There wasn't much.

"Alright. Apparently, after a lot of energy is used, the thing has to recharge," he said before scrolling down some. "If trapping us in that limbo place required as much energy as I hope it did, she'll probably need at least a day to recharge. Hopefully more,"

That was a big if… and only if the power of the scythe was the same when wielded by a ghost as it was when wielded by a human.

"That'll give us some time to figure out what to do when she comes back," Lancer added. Sam raised an eyebrow and Danny snapped his head up, blinking confusedly.

Us…? He wasn't protesting this?

Is he really a teacher?

"Too bad we don't really know what she wants," Tucker said as he picked up his PDA. "She didn't say anything about that, did she?"

The teacher and student shook their heads.

"No.," Danny sighed, "Too bad she's not like Technus"

"Who's Technus?" Lancer asked sounding wary but curious. The four made eye contact. Danny supposed he would need to bee filled in on at least the more common of his ghostly escapades. Who knew, maybe he could get out of class easier.

"The self-proclaimed ghost master of technology," Danny answered, "Getting him to shout his plans to the sky is the easiest thing in the world."

"It's getting him to shut up that's the trick," Sam added.

"Kinda like Tucker," joked Danny, poking his friend in the shoulder.

"Hey!" protested the tech-geek. Sam just shook her head and gave a small smile.

"I think that's a little mean Danny," she said. Tuck nodded vigorously in agreement. "Technus isn't that loudmouthed."

"Yea, he... Hey!" Tucker wined, giving her an indignant look. Danny smirked. "Why do you two always gang up on me like that?"

"You just make it so easy Tuck!" Danny laughed, Sam giving a wide, sadistic grin.

"So, do you know all of the ghosts that attack Amity?" the teacher asked the young hybrid, "All of you do?"

"About half the time, yea," Danny answered with a shrug. "Most of the ghosts I've fought before don't just stay in the ghost zone."

Unfortunately.

"They come back? How?"

Danny mentally sighed. This was gunna take a while. Though, he was surprised he didn't have to explain what the ghost zone was. Maybe his parents' safety briefings were good for something after all.

"Well, a lot just come through the ghost portal in my basement. But shutting that down would be sorta pointless. There are other ways out of the ghost zone and it would just make putting the ones I catch back harder," he explained, not wanting anyone to try and shut down the portal. He already knew of a few ghosts that could get through on their own, like Wulf, and getting them back would be a hell of a lot easier if he didn't have to fly to his archenemy's house in Wisconsin.

"How many ghosts have you fought?" the teacher asked, seemingly taken aback at the boy's statement.

"Well..." Danny started, giving a quick glance at the other three, unsure how best to phrase how many. He didn't even really know himself. "I'd have to say, more than enough to loose count. Definitely somewhere over seventy different ghosts. And that's not counting when they attack twice. A lot of times it's like two or more ghosts a day."

Lancer stared wide-eyed and Danny mentally kicked himself. There was no way he was going to be allowed out of class now. He knew he should have just left it at "a lot."

Great going Fenton.

Abruptly, Sam's phone started going off, startling Danny, who almost phased through the desk.

"Tuck Everlasting! What in the world?" exclaimed Lancer as Sam dashed behind a bookcase, having left her backpack.

The ringing stopped and the girl returned carrying her spider-pack and holding her cell.

"Hello," she said, ignoring Jazz's mumbles of "In a library!"

Only Jazz.

Danny distinctly heard Mrs. Manson's voice on the other end. Sam rolled her eyes and snapped the phone shut, cutting the woman on the other line off. Danny cringed.

They obviously found out about the party. Why did Sam have to have it in the first place? She knew it would just make her mother angry if she found out.

Of course… that could have been why she had it…

Danny sighed. "You do realize that she's gunna rant about that later right?" he asked with a badly suppressed half-grin. Sam just gave the phone a glare and stuffed it back in her bag.

"Hey, don't hurt it! It isn't the phone's fault!" Tuck cried.

Four pairs of eyes stared at the tech-geek, who looked down at the table.

"I'll just stop talking now." Danny suppressed another laugh.

"Speaking of parents, Danny, mom and dad will probably want us home for a late dinner soon," Jazz informed her brother, standing.

"Yea, ok," he answered, following suite. He turned to the other two teens. "You two wanna come?"

"Sure!" Tucker answered, hopping out of his chair eagerly. Danny rolled his eyes.

"Do you have to ask? I'm not spending dinner with my parents if I can help it," Sam said and Danny resisted another eye-roll.

Typical Sam.

The four teens walked out the door, Mr. Lancer following. Danny hoped his dad hadn't tried making any of the food "ghost-proof" again. That casserole incident had ended badly.

When they got outside though, Danny paused. It had just hit him how peaceful everything had been. Only one ghost attack… that just didn't seem right…

"Uh, guys. Do any of you think it's been a little... well... quiet for a while?"

"Yea, a bit," Sam agreed.

"Oh you two are just paranoid. Just because it's quiet doesn't mean-"

But a loud explosion from further into town cut Tucker off.

"Uhh... nevermind."

"What in the name of Charles Dickens was that?" Lancer exclaimed.

"Sounds like it was near the Nasty Burger," Danny judged worriedly.

Why always the Nasty Burger! Can't they just leave that place be? Or at least change the hot sauce!

Pushing that line of thought aside, Danny transformed and took off into town, knowing Sam and Tuck would be right behind him.

When he got to the so-called restaurant he nearly fell from the sky in laughter. There was the Box Ghost, tangled in power wires attached to a telephone-pole, trying to frighten the fleeing populating while unable to move his arms or legs.

Why he didn't just phase out Danny didn't know, nor did he particularly care. It just made his job easier.

"You know, power-boxes are more technology than box. You might wanna stick to the cardboard," the teen commented before uncapping the Fenton thermos and sucking the annoying square in.

Ha ha! Square! Boxes!

…

Stupid puns.

Danny landed, doing a quick damage assessment until there was an earsplitting shriek from somewhere behind him.

"That doesn't sound good," he commented before taking off in the direction of the scream.

A quick scan pinpointed the disturbance at a small jewelry store and Danny ghost sense went off.

And he had been complaining about it being quiet…

Sam and Tucker came hurrying down the street. Danny signaled to them before flying through the roof and arriving face-to-face with the ruthless, resplendent red eyes of Eclipse.

Shit!

"Well well well… When he said you turn up unexpectedly he wasn't kidding was he?"

"He? He who?"

The girl just smiled in false innocence.

"Oh, nobody," she said sweetly, repeatedly tossing and catching a small ruby in her free hand, her scythe carelessly held in the other.

Danny's eyes traced the movement of the rock.

"You know, I don't believe that belongs to you."

"Ever hear of a five-finger discount?" she asked, catching the ruby once more before she fired her scythe. Danny, caught off-guard, was blasted into a glass display case, shattering it. He mentally kicked himself for forgetting the weapon as he sat up and released three shots of his own at the ghost.

The girl skillfully dodged all of them, the first two charring the ceiling, the last, however, ricocheting off a mirror and striking the cackling specter in the back of the head.

The 17-year-old spirit gave a low growl, quickly spinning the glowing Dusk in a circle at her side, letting off a blast behind her at the mirror, destroying it, and one at the ghost-boy facing her. Danny rolled to the side and launched himself into the air, letting go another ecto-blast at Eclipse, hitting the hand holding the ruby, the gem spiraling out of her hand.

"You suck!" she shrieked before firing a blast at Danny's feet, sending the boy flying into the window, shattering it. He stood, ignoring the new gash on his arm, and discarded his encumbering backpack, the only thing that had stopped glass embedding itself into the teen's back.

"Danny!"

Sam, Tucker and Jazz came running into the store. Eclipse dove towards the distracted Danny, snatching the boy's arm and lobbing him like a Frisbee into another display case.

Sam ran towards his backpack, shaking the glass off it and pulling out the thermos.

"Danny, here!" she called, showing him the thermos. Danny rose and nodded but Eclipse sent a blast in the goth's direction.

"I don't think so!"

"Sam!"

The device was blasted out of the girl's hands as she ducked and rolled out of the way.

Seeing Sam was all right, Danny shot towards the thermos that was rolling towards the door, completely oblivious to the immense blast Eclipse was powering.

"You're ash!" she declared, her tone cold and merciless, before unleashing the crimson ball of ectoplasm at the boy. Danny was sent hurtling through the door and into a lamppost outside.

He felt his body give way and the familiar rings of light change him back to plain old Danny Fenton. Fatigue overwhelming him, the hybrid slipped into the tranquil dark.

Ok, finally done with that chapter! Next will be up as soon as I can get it up. And SotGK might take some time to get up… I have to get certain reactions and things perfect and there's just no time to type it! I will update it as soon as I can, I promise! I am eternally sorry to all those waiting for it to be updated but I just have no time. But, IT WILL NOT BE ABANDONED!

Though, I have had a few oneshot ideas if you want to read those quick little things while waiting. (Hint hint nuge nuge!)

That wasn't obvious in the least!

(Sweatdrop)Yea anyway… questions… lets see…

First: What do you think of "The Watchers" as a name for an evil organization of ghosts that hunt ghost hunters? I'm trying to get a good name for my next fic in progress.

…Yes I know I should be working on what I've already started and I am, but it won't leave me alone!

Second: Uhhh… what poll question should I have next? Yea… that's a good one…

Anyway, review or flame… I still thank you whatever!

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