Phantom Ice: You will soon see the answer to that, Ice. And, in all honesty, even I felt sorry for Skulker for making him 'naked' like that...though Kyani doesn't. Though, in all honesty, I think Skulker's one of the few ghosts that can get under the radar with being being naked.

kinitsukirihan: When I finally get to that part, that's gonna be all sorts of entertaining to witness... *grins*

WriterChic: Yeah, I realize how powerful Luna especially is, but if you really think about both guns and their uses, she's not THAT powerful. One's a stungun, the other is normally used for knocking dangerous things out of the air (such as Skulker's missiles) or for clean-up a whopper of a mess. Luna can be used to erase biological and spectral entities, but it's not used like that unless the fan has been hit with the shit. She's not like Danny and doesn't have any form of normal ecto-weapony, so she doesn't have any form of middle-ground to work with under normal conditions. So, she's screwed against anything immune to both Celestia and Luna. Unless she's willing to work with her last ace...

For everyone else: I have to get past this episode anyway! Yikes, I didn't realize how many chapters it would take with the additional scenes!

False Positive

Chapter 25: Double Cross My Heart - Discussions

Due to the fact that most of the students were still shell-shocked by both the ghost that entered the class suddenly and the armory he had unleashed as well as the huntress' guns and how she seemed to easily take care of the intruder with, Ms. Kyani had wisely allowed the class to have time to themselves to get over what happened.

Jealousy built up once again as both of his friends started to hang out with the friend-thief, making him jump up rather high when he felt hand placed upon his shoulder and pull his hand back as if ready to punch out whoever spooked him.

"Whoa, there, pup. No need to swing now," he heard spoken to him, causing the young ghost to double-take at the person that had surprised him.

He had almost landed his fist in his teacher's face.

"Oh, um, s-s-sorry, Ms. Kyani," Danny stuttered when he realized what he came close to doing, not noticing the sideways smirk that was on her face.

"In all honestly, I would have deserved it for scaring you like that. I need to ask you something really quick." Giving a quick gulp, he followed her to the front of the class, to behind the teacher's desk where she sat down before turning toward him. "Before I call your friends over as well, do they know about your intangibility and invisibility? I wanna know if I can speak freely around them without risk to you." Her voice had fallen soft, almost hard to hear as if she didn't want to risk anyone else possibly hearing her, which the kid was thankful for.

He managed to give a nod to the question before the teacher straightened up and turned toward the students, her right hand falling upon a set of face-down papers. "Manson, Foley, come here for a second." Danny couldn't help but wince for a second as her voice suddenly rose, though she didn't shout. The pair looked up toward her before saying something quick to Gregor, quickly parting the male Goth to appear next to either side of Danny, allowing a wave of familiarity to wash over him.

"Yes, Ms. Kyani," Sam asked of the teacher as she flipped over the top three papers on the desk.

All three sheets showed the same trio, though Danny's sheet had a photo for one of them. The one photo showed a blue ghost that looked like an old-style worker that had many kinds of boxes surrounding him, this one labeled as the Box Ghost. The drawn picture to the right could only be described as a sort of school cafeteria lady, the label rightly being the Lunch Lady. The one in the middle under both of them was labeled as Box Lunch, which looked like a blend of the two ghosts above.

"One, how do all three of you know about Box Lunch and her parents? She was a part of the Natural-Born group that was discovered." The trio exchanged glances toward each other, unsure of how to answer that question without possibly being in hot water. "Okay, then. Maybe the answer is tied to this."

The next three pages had the trio drop jaws in unison. While all three ghosts drawn were named 'Clockwork', they were depicted very differently from each other. While all three images showed a ghost with a hourglass chest, the blinded right eye and the scar going across it and a staff that had a stopwatch on the top, the trio were each shown as a different age. Sam's showed the ghost as almost an infant, playful and mischievous. Tucker's showed the ghost as an old man, wisdom obvious on his long-bearded face. Danny's showed that of a ghost in the prime of his life, ready to take on all of life's challenges. "How do you three know of this cheeky little bastard?"

All three faces paled.

They began immediately thankful that the ending bell rang a minute later, which had Tucker and Danny dashing out of there and toward Gym, while Sam literally dragged a confused Gregor behind her to their next class before Kyani could try to catch them.

PE finally ended, which was how long it took for both Danny and Tucker to calm down about the close call regarding Ms. Kyani and their homework assignments. The black-haired kid walked up to his locker before opening them and sighing to himself.

"Gregor," he started off to himself before placing his aged white shoes into the top shelf of his locker. "I know you're not what you seem to be and..." Before he could finish his sentence, he groaned and pulled his hand back to his side before straightening up into aggressive pose, hands on his hips. "Gregor, I know you're up to something and..." Once again, he interrupted himself by slapping himself upside the head, leaving his hand there for a second. "Come on!" He grabbed onto the locker door, aggravation at himself building in his voice. "Find the words!"

He didn't expect to see Gregor standing on the other side of the locker door when he slammed it closed, the male Goth already changed out of his white sweats while wearing a concerned look on his face.

"Danny, I wish to talk to you...if you are done talking to yourself."

His words stuttered for a second as blue eyes tried to pierce through Gregor's black glasses, Danny found a big wave of embarrassment coming over him. "Sure, Gregor." He took a seat on the bench behind him before looking back up. "Uh, what's up?"

"I am not blind," the gold-wearing boy began, arms momentarily over his heart in concern as he spoke with a bit of bluntness. "You do not like me."

The immediate response to that statement was Danny raising his hands up, finding himself suddenly on the defensive. "Gregor, that's not-"

"Let me finish," Gregor interrupted before Danny himself could finish his own statement. "You do not like me because you want to protect your friend, Sam, and I respect this."

"I-It's not just that," Danny stuttered, finding himself looking away from the person he had been viewing as a thief, the possibility that this was not intentional crossing his mind, before looking back up toward Gregor with narrowed eyes to avoid looking weak.

"You like her more than just friends," Gregor asked, eyebrow raised in curiosity.

"Well..." It was a thought that hadn't actively crossed his mind before. Sure, Tucker had always ribbed him and Sam about being lovebirds, but...was there any truth to it?

"You hesitate," Gregor started before sitting down next to Danny, breaking the ghost boy out of his thoughts. "which means you are unsure. I am not, and I am going to ask her out." His heart started racing at the last sentence, his teeth visible as he gritted them in building fear. "I hope we can, how do you Americans say, uh, hang out?" He also flinched when Gregor suddenly hugged him, something that seemed to have gone unnoticed by the boy in black and white. "I'm glad we had this talk."

He damned near barfed when Gregor kissed both his cheeks, even if he had been stunned by the moment.

Danny regained his senses a few moments before building rage began to sweep over him, threatening to turn his eyes a bright green, before standing up with a hand pointed toward where Gregor had once stood, his eyes closed as he yelled out.

"I know who you are and I know what you're up to and..." Danny opened his eyes almost immediately and lowered his hand, realizing he was unheard. "Somehow, I pictured this chat going differently."