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Danny breathed hard, pressing his head to his knee as he fought to regain control. "It's fine, I'm fine," he whispered to himself. "Everyone's okay." He whimpered, curling inward as pressure pooled in his head. His hand gripped his side tighter, ignoring its soft throbbing.

"Danny Phantom?"

Danny let out a shuddering breath, vaguely recognizing the coldness of his ghost sense. "Go away," he said in a small voice. He almost heard the ghost's awkward motions before he felt its presence beside him. "I said-"

"I heard you," the Box Ghost said softly.

They stayed like that for a while, bits of sunlight starting to trickle in above the horizon. Danny shivered, grimacing in pain.

Boxy sighed. "This is from Shirley."

Danny slowly brought his head up, looking at Boxy with a confused frown. Green eyes found an industrial sized first aid kit. He took it slowly with a shaking hand.

"Want to talk about it?" Boxy asked gently.

Danny stilled for a second, before undoing the latch of the kit and took out some gauze. Wetting it with rubbing alcohol, the seventeen year old hissed as he pressed it against his side. "I… I couldn't think straight," he whispered.

"Sounds like a lot of arguing in your head right?" Boxy suggested. Danny nodded. "Must have been worse for you- with two of them."

"Y-yeah," the boy stuttered. They were quiet again, watching as more of the dawn colours danced across the sky, clashing heavily with the neon lights of FentonWorks.

"I'm sorry," Boxy told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. "No one should discover their obsessions like that."

Danny swallowed a lump in his throat. "I… I hoped I didn't have one," he admitted. "Cause I'm half-ghost. Knowing I have two -"

"Makes you feel less human?"

Green eyes widened slightly as Danny turned.

The Box Ghost sighed. "Kid, you're half-ghost," he said simply. Danny winced at the term. "You can't have the best of both worlds forever."

"I'm not… I didn't die," Danny argued quietly.

"You didn't. But you're still half-ghost. You'll have obsessions just like the rest of us. Don't force it down, don't hide from them. Without confronting it, you can't learn how to cope with it."

Danny sighed, finally releasing his ghost half and turning into Fenton. His aches throbbed more as gravity settled in. "I think the amplifier's out of my system now," he said. Danny looked out toward the horizon, frowning as he looked at the sky. "I can think clearer when I look up."

Boxy nodded. "Good. Don't let it take away something you enjoy."

They sat in silence again. It was a few minutes before Danny spoke again. "Thanks Boxy. You're a good Dad."

Red eyes widened as he looked at the teen. "What?"

Danny chuckled. "You remind me of mine when I need a bit of advice," he said with a soft smile. "When Box Lunch needs help like this, you'll be good at it."

The Box Ghost smiled. "Thanks."

:-=-:

"Jim! Move the crane to the left!" Shirley yelled up to him.

"I'm moving it!" he yelled back. "Damn thing won't move the way I want it to."

"I can call Boxy?"

"Don't you dare! Ruins the surprise."

Shirley huffed, watching the man fumble with the equipment. Eventually, they managed to get the original sign off the warehouse. "Good, now where's -"

"BEWARE!"

Shirley chuckled at Carl's panicked yelp as he guarded the new sign. "Relax Carl, it's just the recording."

"This thing is going to be a menace huh," Jim said, coming up beside her. "Doubt anyone will come near it with a ten foot pole."

"Whole point ain't it? So no one can come by. And to thank Boxy for a job well done."

"I guess."

:-=-:

Ernie smiled proudly at the new sign, mentally congratulating himself on a job well done. It took surprisingly little time for his supervisors to agree to the change, especially since everyone wants to get into the ghost tourism bureau to earn an extra buck.

"BEWARE!" The sign rang out, echoing across the docks. Ernie smiled wider; it was timed for every hour.

It was stifled laughter that made him aware of his visitor.

"What do you think?" Ernie asked.

Danny Phantom popped up beside him, chuckling as he looked up at the sign. "Classic," he said. "How'd Boxy take it?"

Ernie smiled. "Touched I think. He kept saying it was his warehouse now." The man looked the ghost teen over; it had been a week since the attack. "You okay?"

Phantom's grin fell slightly. "Yeah," he said. "Boxy's been helping me through it." Green eyes met brown. "Thanks… for… you know."

Ernie waved him off. "No worries. If it ever happens again, feel free to visit. Or just visit. Carl has been peppering Boxy with questions about you."

Phantom chuckled. "Right." The teen turned, looking to the air as he floated upward.

"Patrolling?" Ernie asked.

"You know it," Phantom replied with a small smile. "But something tells me you'll be fine."

Ernie smiled too. "Of course," he said. "It's (Be)Warehouse. Ghosts fear it."

With another small chuckle, Phantom waved, flying off into the night. Ernie watched him go before letting out a satisfied smile.

"Time to get to work."