A/N: I need reviews, so I can critique stuff.

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"What we do for ourselves dies with us. What we do for others and the world, remains and is immortal."
-SSA Jason Gideon, Criminal Minds

A groan escaped his chapped lips and he sat up, his entire body burning. Artificial light streamed through the half open door to the room that Clockwork had put him in. He stretched his arms over his head, and sighed in pain. Why was he still in pain? Didn't Clockwork have healing powers?

"You're awake." Said ghost observed from beside him, making him jump.

"And you scared the shit out of me." The halfa grumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "How long have I been out."

"Three days." He answered, switching from an old man to a baby.

"Three days?" Danny gasped, eyes wide.

"No. Don't worry, Daniel, it's only been a few hours. The humans have been fed and are sleeping peacefully in the extra room. Except Samantha and Tucker, who remain with the Observants. They've been patiently awaiting your arrival." The ghost replied casually, floating towards the exit. "Fix your appearance and be in the meeting room."

Danny scowled, and swung his legs over the bed, padding softly towards the mirror and messing his hair into his normal style, swishing some water around in his mouth to try and get rid of the metallic taste in his mouth but to no avail. He didn't bother walking through the door since he was in Fenton form, and just phased through the wall and into the eerie hallway. He checked his watch, four o'clock in the morning, meaning that all of the humans (except Sam and Tucker) should be peacefully sleeping right now.

He finally arrived at a closed door at the very end of the hallway and knocked twice before walking in. The Observants sat in chairs, lining the table on the sides. Sam and Tucker sat on the very end across from each other just like they did in the Ice Realm, and Clockwork sat at the head of the table farthest from the door. The table wasn't very long, only made to fit the four Observants, Clockwork, and the trio. Danny took the empty seat at the head of the table opposite Clockwork. Tucker's stare remained on the goth, who sat at the table with her head in her hands. "Um, did I miss something?"

"Go ahead, Samantha, tell him the secret." One of the Observants urged the goth, who remained in her original position, and the halfa snapped at him.

"She doesn't have to do anything!" His eyes flashed a dangerous green, and he growled. He softened suddenly when his fiancee threw herself at him, and wrapped her arms around him, and he did the same. A feeling of wetness on his shoulder suddenly registered in his mind and he realized that she was crying. A large hand came up to run through her knotted raven locks, and she squeezed him tighter, which made him glance at Tucker who bit his lip, and nodded towards Clockwork, who's expression remained unreadable. "Sammy?"

The goth finally raised her head, and looked at him, her amethyst eyes puffy and red, and tears ran down her cheeks. "Please don't cry." He tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, and she shook her head, sniffling. Her breathing was ragged and she glanced at the Master of Time, who nodded as if to say go on, and she took a deep breath. "What's wrong?"

"I'm like you." She whispered, her voice barely audible, but he still heard her. The halfa cocked an eyebrow, and looked at Clockwork to explain, but the ghost's eyes remained on Sam.

"What?" He was confused, and tilted his head, making her sniffle.

"I'm a halfa, like you and Elle." Her voice was raspy and Tucker came up behind them, putting his hand on both their shoulders.

"You're a what?" His voice was low when he asked, and his jaw tightened. His head whipped around to look at the Observants and he stood, pointing a finger at them. "What did you do to her?" He snarled, and Tucker grabbed him, holding him back.

"Daniel, sit down, you know that I wouldn't let them touch her." The Master of Time spoke up from the other side of the table, remaining in his seat. The halfa nodded, sitting down, and glancing at Sam, who seemed to have composed herself to the best of her ability. Tucker took his own seat as soon as he was sure Danny was calmed down enough. "Now, allow me to explain what happened to Samantha that turned her into a halfa."

Tucker's gaze remained on the two in front of him, watching as Sam stared blankly at the table, two more tears running down her cheeks. Danny's jaw remained tight, his expression unreadable. Nobody had seen Danny like this before. "It happened when you defeated Undergrowth. If you had gotten to her any later, she would have been a full ghost, you saved her."

"But that makes absolutely no sense. Undergrowth didn't come until after Plasmius created Danielle." The halfa argued, looking up at the Master of Time.

"Remember how she was unstable?" The ghost asked him, and Danny raised an eyebrow, motioning for him to continue. "Vladimir replaced the original egg cell with a new one when he realized she was only twenty five percent ghost, which made her a full blown hfa, but he had to redo the aging process, which once again made her unstable when you got there. That ecto-dejecto slowed the process of her reverse-aging. She wasn't unstable, she was reversing her age. That's why she didn't become three until now."

Danny's head spun, and he sat back letting it all set in. How did Vlad manage to get even one egg cell, let alone two? The halfa glanced at his fiancee, who remained in the same position as before, and sighed. How did he let this happen? "I'm so sorry." He whispered to her, and she finally looked at him.

"Don't blame yourself." The goth spoke before he could say it again. "You didn't do anything wrong."

"But if I had been there to protect you, if I had been there to-"

"Drop it. You were getting a new power, and a powerful ghost showed up. You beat him, and saved me. That should be enough." The goth snapped, wrapping her arms around him. "I love you. No matter what you did or think you did."

"I love you too." He mumbled into her shoulder, and Tucker coughed awkwardly, making them pull apart. The table stared at them, blank expressions and they sat back properly.

"Right, now that that's settled, let's get back to the task at hand." The Master of Time spoke, looking over at the couple and their "brother."

"Which is?" The geek motioned for him to elaborate.

"The Observants think that it would be in the best intrest of Team Phantom, the humans, and Danielle, if Daniel and Samantha took the throne immediately, and appoint Tucker and Jasmine as your cabinet for advice." The ghost glanced at the Observants, who waited eagerly to hear what the Master of Time had to say. "And, after mulling it over carefully, I came to a decision. I agree fully."

-ourinvisibleink