...We're probably going to be doing this until the damn stories are over, but once more, THANKS, JINXIE FOR THE SHOUTOUT! Lolz.

Danny didnt think it was possible to hear someone scream inside of their head; well, he also didnt think it was possible for a human to attain ghost powers, either. He was wrong on both counts right now. Vlad looked like he was about to literally TEAR SOMEONE APART WITH HIS BARE HANDS, and it was not a pretty look at all. Or a hot one, for that matter.

Vlad's eye took on an interesting twitch, and he took a moment to swear -VERY loudly- in what sounded like Russian before turning back to his human form and taking a deep breath before picking up the phone. "Masters residence, Vlad speaking." That odd twitch in his eyes only worsened as he listened. "...Yes. One moment." He put his hand over the mouth of the reciever and grit his teeth hard, his eyes flashing red as he turned to Danny. "Daniel, it's your father."

Well. Any excitement he'd had just went straight down the toilet. He gently pushed the 'Writer off of him and took the phone, his face as blazing red as Vlad's eyes; his own eyes faded back to their normal ghostly green. "Uh...hi...Dad..." he said, avoiding eye-contact with the other two males. While Danny was on the phone, the 'Writer dragged Vlad to the other end of the bed (it was a large bed; emperor-sized).

"I swear I am going to kill that buffoon one of these days," Vlad growled just loud enough so only the 'Writer could hear it. Andrew had to fight to keep the laughter down; instead of annoying, he found this to actually be entertaining. The funny thing about being completely dead was he could turn off his libido at the drop of a hat. Vlad, with the unfortunability of being half-human, could not.

"Calm down, Vlad, it's not the end of the world," the 'Writer replied, rolling his eyes. "There's always tomorrow night."

"...There's also always borrowing a sniper rifle from Skulker..."

"Oh, that's good," Danny sighed with relief after listening to his father speak. "No...no, I'm alright here, Dad, really. Yeah, Vlad's...Vlad's been great..." He ignored the snickering from the Ghostwriter. "Yeah, we're getting along..." Danny's face was still blazing red, obviously thinking down a different track of thought than the one his father was thinking. "Yeah, so, how's Uncle Jasper?...Oh..." Danny's voice grew sullen. "...How's Cousin Jake taking it? ("Does EVERYONE on Jack's side of the family have a name that begins with a 'J'?" Vlad muttered to himself.)...And Auntie Jenny's okay? (Vlad groaned, putting his face in his hands.)...Mmhm...no, I dont mind, Dad, really...you just make sure everyone's okay, okay?...Yeah, tell Mom I love her...oh...okay...okay...OKAY, Dad...! Love you, bye!" He pressed the button on the phone to turn it off and sighed, turning back to the other two. "...I'm going to bed. 'Night."

Before the other two could reply, he turned invisible and left the room.

"I wonder what's got him so upset all of a sudden," the 'Writer remarked, leaning back against the headboard. Vlad sighed.

"Jack's brother Jasper is in a coma, with no sign of coming out of it," he replied, brushing his hair out of his face. "As far as I know, Jasper is Daniel's favorite uncle."

"Ah." The 'Writer looked at the still-open door, and the direction of Danny's bedroom. "...Should we go make sure he's alright?" he asked. Vlad shook his head and righted his pillows before turning off his bedside table lamp.

"No, just let him be," Vlad replied, lying down and pulling his silk sheets up to his chest. "I'm sure he's going through enough confusion right now, what with going from a three-way to hearing bad news about his family. Quite the libido-killer, no?"

"Oui," Andrew replied, lying down next to Vlad. "...There's always tomorrow night."

"...Dont push him, Andrew, I mean it," Vlad bit out. "The only reason I even agreed to that...excursion earlier was because Daniel was perfectly willing. I will not be pressing matters like that onto him."

"Fine, Your Prudentialness," the 'Writer replied sarcastically.

"Andrew..."

"Vlad, I mean it. I wont press the matter, I promise."

"Good." Vlad leaned over and kissed his lover briefly before settling back down. "Goodnight, Andrew."

"'Night Vlad."

Back in his own room, Danny was curled up in fetal position on his bed, tears quietly falling down his face. He wasnt hurt or anything, but rather, he just felt mental and emotional wounds opening. There he was, in the middle of a pleasurable threeway with the Ghostwriter and Plasmius, of all ghosts, while his parents were in South Dakota with hurt relatives, worried about their fellow Fentons AND him at the same time. He felt torn about the whole thing. He felt guilty.

And for WHAT, he kept asking himself. Guilty for normal (for him and Vlad, anyway) reactions to ghost puberty? Guilty for being attracted to ghosts? MALE ghosts, let alone, while having -HAD- a girlfriend? Guilty for letting himself feel good, despite the tragedy that had befallen his family? Yes to all of the above, but WHY?

Was it so selfish to want to feel SOME comfort, after being so angry and confused about what was happening to him? Not in general, but when it was at the expense of his family...

Danny buried his face in his pillow and quietly sobbed from the internal struggle. Stupid hormones. Stupid guilt. Stupid Danny. Stupid everything. He pulled the covers up over his entire body as though to shield himself from everything, and tried fruitlessly to sleep. And the longer he tried, the harder he cried (A/N: once more, yes I KNOW THAT IT RHYMES! LOOK AT MY EFFING AUTHOR TITLE!).

He was too busy crying to notice an arm slip around his middle comfortingly right away. It wasnt until he felt a comforting kiss on his shoulder did he finally relax into the hold and cease crying. He didnt care who was holding him; all he knew was he felt safer. He finally began drifting off to sleep, feeling the protective arm tighten around him comfortingly.

"Goodnight, Little Badger," he heard Vlad whisper before comforting darkness overcame him.

This was more of a filler chapter, than anything. What the hell ever, ya'll are getting two a day; indulge, ya mooches...