Locked away in a secret government lab with Phantom as her subject, nothing stands between Maddie and the truth... except, perhaps, herself. Complete! Sequel now complete. UPDATE: please read final chapter for post-SoaD event announcements and a deleted scene.

The truth was supposed to save Danny. Fix things. The lab, the experiments, the lies, those were all in the past. Weren't they? Sequel to Phantom of Truth. Now complete! Cover art by Paplup.

Valerie's latest upgrade has given her something she can't describe. Phantom keeps calling it "part-cyborg ghost powers." Valerie can only call it annoying. (As opposed to "horrifying" or, even more accurately, "destructive".) Gray ghost! With all their secrets intact, too. ;) Christmas Truce 2016 for festivefenton.

Valerie Gray thinks about the unvealing events of "D-stabilized" and is determined to find out the truth about Dani's and Vlad's transformations, and she believes one very annoying ghost-boy holds the secret to understanding the whole picture...

It was hopeless. Like a desolate, lonely wasteland, my life had faded into a mere shadow of its former self. Official sequel to Lab Rat.

All Danny wanted was just a little more sleep. The nightmares had been crazy the last week as the anniversary of the CATs passed. But when extreme nightmares make Danny transform in his sleep, and his parents catch him, what's a halfa to do? Reveal fic. Non PP. DxS Rate and Reveiw

Maddie, experimentor. Phantom, experimentee. No chance of rescue. No personal space. Nobody's getting out of this with their dignity intact. Oneshot series, dark humor, kind of crack. Loosely related to Phantom of Truth.

After his capture, Jazz faithfully visits her little brother every week. Just sibling angsty fluff; more talking and bonding than realized plot. For sapphireswimming.

Maddie catches Phantom in a net, and notices a few things she never saw before. From afar, Phantom seems like just another ghostly menace. But up close, he reminds her of ... ? Now two shot !

The look on my parents' faces – eager, curious, somewhat hateful – wasn't exactly hard to give away their intentions. I knew what they were going to do to me even before Mom snapped on a pair of rubbery, white latex gloves.