Alrighty! I finished out the last chapter with 8 reviews. I'm so happy! Yayness!!! Okay, replies...

katiesparks: And you are the first person to think it's Dan Phantom. But who knows it may be someone else or you may be right, or it could be Kirby!

Meagainsttheworld: I'm glad ya like it. You're the first'n to guess Vlad and the first to consider Tucker. Who knows? Maybe Tucker has gone evil on us...(as a note to the "my dear boy" thing: see the bold print below)

Osparrow: That's actually a good guess. I ain't saying if it's right or wrong, but it's a good guess. As for the squashing your theory thing with "my dear boy" see bold print below...

Sasia93: I really really hope you weren't the only one to figure that out. Come on! It was painfully obvious!

bluename: And now I'm just hiding at the end of chapters to read your interesting reviews...YOU'LL NEVER FIND ME!

Punker88: Who is the bad guy? ((Strokes chin thoughtfully)) Well, I ain't spilling...

Kaji Blaze the Crimson Serafin: To be honest, that forming around another person thing sorta confused me so there's no way I could write that into one of my fics. Good guess though.

PhantomShadowKat: It's s'okay. I only got two reviews through e-mail for this chapter, that's why I'm doing all this. Hmmm...maybe it's Tucker; maybe it's not. Only time will tell...

Okay. I sorta got caught up in writing the last chapter and wrote in the words "My Dear Boy," which probably more than only two people saw. Anyway, I just wanna say that it wasn't intentional because once the bad guy is revealed, well, you'll ask why I put that in there. Hmmm...did I just tell you it's not Vlad? Who knows...

Just to let you know this story has now been set after "Urban Jungle." I'm guessing you can figure out why...

I feel I'm lettin someone out there down with this chapter after what happened in the last one. Mabye I can make up for it in the next. Anyway...my rambling is over now...

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Chapter Ten: My Interesting Conversation

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And so, to full-fill the Deja Vu feeling, I shot. Then I shot again. And again and again.

I heard Phantom's feet hit the floor. There was a small bit of smoke from where I'd hit my target so I couldn't actually see him to clarify for sure that he'd hit the floor, but my ears almost never deceived me.

The smoke cleared and I could see a very shocked Phantom standing straight up, staring at me in confusion. I was surprised that the ecto-gun had in fact broken the chains holding Phantom to the wall, but I ran to the other side of the small room to begin freeing them as well.

It wasn't until I had broken Sam's chains and was half way through with dad's when I realized that Phantom was still on the other side of the room.

"Are you gonna help me or not?" I demanded, infuriated that he was just standing there staring. "I mean, I have the inconvenience of turning intangible and being able to reach through the chains. It'd be much easier that way but, what do I know?" I turned back around and continued shooting the chains off dad.

"Let me help with the last four," he offered as he pulled them out of the chains. "Looks as if he only made one set of chains ghost proof."

"Yeah," I muttered in agreement as I propped dad against the wall next to Sam. All six of the captured group were still out cold and I figured that would make it a lot more difficult to get out.

Apparently Phantom was thinking the same thing for the next thing he said was, "Are we supposed to sneak out?"

I sighed. "You're the hero. You tell me. It's either we drag these six out or one of us distract Tucker while the other sneaks out. Either way we're going to get caught so let's pick and get it over with."

"Pessimistic," he muttered.

"I know; thanks!" I exploded.

"Woah, I didn't mean that way; okay maybe I did, but we can't be too loud, we have no clue where Tucker is." He was right. I needed to cool down before Tucker, or whoever it was, came to check up on me. And that moment may come sooner if I didn't shut up. "Look, I'm just a little upset and confused on why Tucker would turn on us."

"I don't think that is Tucker in there," I voiced my thoughts. "I mean, I could tell there was something different about him. He's not smart enough to plot something like this."

"What are you getting at?" Phantom interrupted.

"Maybe he's being overshadowed?" I suggested.

"You know that might actually—no, that couldn't be it."

"Why?" It seemed perfectly logical. Wow, there's a sentence I didn't think I'd ever utter. When you consider being overshadowed by a ghost perfectly logical, well, you get my point.

"The ghost would've tripped my ghost sense," he explained. I opened my mouth to ask what exactly a ghost sense was when he answered, "It let's me know when a ghost is nearby. Hence the name 'Ghost Sense.'"

How very...interesting. Did all ghosts posses that power?

I let that thought slide when I heard Phantom barely whisper, "Course, it could be Plasmius. But he was--"

"That ghost that you defeated nine years ago?" I asked. I thought he was gone for good?

"Yeah," Phantom answered.

"Question," I began, suddenly thinking of something that hadn't even crossed my mind till now. "What did you do to Plasmius when you defeated him for good?"

"I gave him to a friend," he told me. "His name is Clockwork. He's the ghost master of time. So now Plasmius exists in the only place I know is safe enough to keep him; outside of time."

"That makes sense," I returned. "But then how would he escape to overshadow Tucker?"

"That...is what I want to know."

"But we still don't know for sure it's him, right?"

"But he's the only ghost I know that could possibly plot something like this. It probably goes deeper than what it seems too," he added.

"But all this goes back to your comment about it not being a ghost. I mean, what about that whole ghost sense thing?" I asked, getting confused and aggravated with all the 'buts.'

"He wouldn't set my ghost sense off since he's only half ghost; well, it don't usually happen anyway." Phantom explained. My eyes widened in shock and he stuttered, "I-I mean...what I meant to say was...stupid, stupid, stupid! How could I let a slip like that happen?" he asked himself.

Half-ghost. If Plasmius was a half-ghost, or so says Phantom, could that possibly mean that Danny was only a half-ghost. That he had a human side; Danny Fenton, and a ghost side; Danny Phantom? And that he wasn't really just one or the other, but the same person. That would explain Tucker's earlier comment: "...who you really are..."

"It's alright. The only thing you've done is spark my curiosity," I told him.

"It's bad enough that I spilled his secret. His identity ain't leaving my mouth," Phantom stated, staying firm.

"No. How does one go about becoming only half-ghost? It seems sort of, weird," I told him. I noticed him flinch slightly. That only proved to me that I had judged him wrong ten years ago.

"Well, you see, someone can only half die, I guess. I'm not completely sure and all. It involves getting ectoplasm infused into your DNA," he explained. "Or, so I've heard. Plasmius is the only half-ghost." He paused for a minute. I'd be willing to bet he's lieing about Plasmius being the only half-ghost. He said that, sounding so sure of how it happens. It was that moment I remembered, all those years ago, when I learned about Danny having an accident with the ghost portal his parents had built. "Do you know anything about what Tucker, or whoever that is really is, was talking about earlier?"

Shoot! I was wondering when he was going to bring that up. "No clue. All I know is that he thinks I posses some kind of secret knowledge. As soon as he tells me exactly what that knowledge is, I'll be happy. Before that happens, I'm as confused as a dog in a kitten kennel."

Okay, shut up Valerie, you proved your point. Is there even a such thing as a kitten kennel? Oh well, I've done said it now.

I noticed Phantom raise an eyebrow and get ready to retort, and possibly tell me he didn't believe me, when a groan interrupted him. We both turned toward the noise, surprised to see Sam beginning to wake up.

"Danny?...Phantom?" She asked. And yes, I noticed the correction.

"I didn't think you'd ever wake up!" he exclaimed. Another groan caught my attention. Dad was waking up.

"Where are we?" Sam asked as she looked around the unfamiliar room. I made my way over to dad.

"I'm not entirely sure. All I know is that it's somewhere near Amity," Phantom answered.

"Well, I figured that," Sam stated dryly.

Dad's eyes fluttered, then opened. Against my better will, I had decided to stand right in front of him, and to my surprise, he didn't even scream.

"Valerie?" he asked, squinting his eyes.

Phantom and Sam stopped talking and looked in our direction.

"Nicole," I corrected, sadly. His eyes had actually held a small hope that it would be...well, me. "You were probably dreaming or something."

He laughed lightly. "Or maybe it was just waking up with a face in my face."

I smiled. "Well," I turned back to talk to Phantom, remembering for a split second the conversation I'd had with dad earlier that day. "Now what?"

"I guess now we could all carry one person each," he suggested.

"Or we could wait until the others wake up," dad suggested, catching on that we were trying to escape.

"Or maybe we could take care of something we forgot to earlier," I mentioned, my eyes growing wide when I realized the timer was thirty seconds away from a big kaboom. "The timer." I pointed at it and Phantom's eyes went wide the realization that he'd forgotten it too. "Do you think Plasmius would be smart enough to make it ghost ray proof?" I asked.

"Plasmius? I thought--" Sam began.

"So did we. It's a long story we don't have time for," Phantom explained. He stepped over to the timer and created a ghost ray, trying to blow it up. It didn't do anything. "Yeah, he is." Phantom paused for a second before snapping his head up as if he'd remembered something.

He got closer to the timer, which now read ten seconds, and aimed his fist at the timer again. What's he doing? He already tried that! But when the shot came out it wasn't a ghost ray, it was ice. Now my mind had to be playing some sort of trick on me. Phantom couldn't do that last time I remembered.

"It worked!" Phantom explained as he stared at the frozen timer set on two seconds.

"Good job," dad congratulated Phantom.

"Now our next crisis. How to get these four out of here without killing your backs," Phantom reminded.

"What about yours?" I asked, realizing he'd said 'your' not 'our.'

"Ghost; super strength," he answered. Oh, duh...

"We could wait--" Sam tried to suggest.

"That's no option. Tucker's serious about killing us all so he'll be back soon. I'm surprised he hasn't shown back up yet," Phantom commented. Boy, did I want to slap him right now...

"Tucker?" both dad and Sam chorused.

"You said Plasmius was behind this," dad accused.

"I just noticed Tucker's not here," Sam realized.

"Look, we think Tucker has been overshadowed by Plasmius, alright!" I exploded, trying to get past the point.

"I've got a question," Sam blurted out. Everyone looked at her. "Why can't Phantom just carry us all out?" She was obviously referring to the predicament we'd forgotten for a moment.

"I'll try. Everyone get close." We all huddled together, pulling one of the people still out along with us. Phantom turned us all intangible and began floating upward. Right as we got to the ceiling, Phantom shrieked and we all fell to the floor as the walls around us flickered green.

"Ghost shield," dad commented. "Phantom isn't getting out of here."

"But you guys can," he responded. "Look, each of you carry someone close to your size up and out of the shack. I'll be fine. I can fight Plasmius."

"Danny," Sam warned, forgetting to add Phantom to the end of it.

"Seriously. You guys need to get to safety and fast, before..."

He paused as I heard something. Footsteps. Most likely Tuckers.

"Guys, get out of here, now!" Phantom demanded.

"Phantom, there's only one passage to get out of here," I reminded him, as an unwanted visitor rounded the corner with a snarl on his face as he realized his prey was loose.

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See, it was just talking pretty much the whole time. That's why I don't really like this chapter. I guess it did clear up a few things Val was wondering about and they did get everyone free and...

eh, I'm talking to much.

So now (just because bluename's reviews are fun to read) I'm going to hide again. See ya!