"I'm sure I've got something that'll cure you in the lab somewhere," Jack muttered, "No ghost possesses Jack Fenton's son! I'll..."

"Dad, I'm not possessed, I haven't been overshadowed, I just have ghost powers," Danny said.

"But how, Danny?" his mom was taking this better than his dad. The entire family, along with Sam and Tucker, had gathered in the living room, Danny back in his normal form. So far, Danny had only said that he was half-ghost.

"Remember when you guys first built the portal to The Ghost-Zone and couldn't figure out how to turn it on?" Danny said

"Yeah," Jack thought back to that day, "It was activated later and I was never able to figure out why."

"You forgot to hit the 'on' button," Jack slapped his head, "After it didn't work I went inside, accidentally hit the switch, and..." he went ghost.

"So you've had these powers for a couple of months then?"

"Yes."

"And you never told us?"

"Well, with you guys being ghost hunters, I..."

"Say no more," Jack looked down, ashamed, "I understand. If you'd like, then we'd be willing to..." this was painful for him to say, "...change professions."

"You don't have to do that."

"So all this time only Tucker and Sam have known?" Maddie asked. All three friends nodded (Jazz acted as if this was news to her), "Well, thank you for keeping it a secret like he asked," a knock on the door interrupted conversation. No one moved until a second knock came, at which point Jack reluctantly got up out of his chair and headed towards the door. It had started to storm outside. Jack had barely opened the door when the wind knocked it against the wall. A flash of lightning allowed Jack to see the face of their visitor; Ken Bruce.

"Mr. Fenton," he nodded.

"What are you doing here?" Jack muttered through clenched teeth.

"There's no point in hiding what your son is from you at this point, Jack..." Bruce started to say.

"I know what he is. He's a ghost. Your job is done, get away from my property."

"My job is not done," Bruce started to move forward, "I was just at his school trying to find him."

"I heard on the news. What do you want with him?"

"You remember your vacation last Halloween, I'm sure. He was meddling in government affairs."

"Government affairs done without any authority from the CIA, President, or any military figure."

"Standing in the way of government in the manner he and his girlfriend did is a criminal offence. And you know now that he's a ghost."

"He has ghost-powers due to an accident in my lab. He's a shy, harmless 14- year old boy..."

"Who defeated all my men at the school. He's a ghost, he's dangerous, and we're taking him."

"You can try," Sam had come in from the living room, along with everyone else.

"You're standing in the way of government work," Bruce still remained calm.

"I've beat your soldiers already," Danny moved forward, "I'm not afraid of doing it again."

"You're either very brave, very confident, or very foolish."

"Probably all three."

"You've not heard the last of me," Bruce headed out the door.

"We're terrified," Sam said sarcastically.

"Thanks," Danny said to everyone, relief flowing through his voice. Jack smiled and patted Danny on the shoulder. The phone rang, and both parents went to get it.

"Hello?" they could hear Jack from by the door, "Ah, Mrs. Manson! How nice to hear from...what? What do you mean Danny's on the news? Yes, I know he's a ghost! What are you saying? Are you..." at this point Maddie grabbed the phone.

"Are you implying that my son would do something to hurt Samantha!? That's ridiculous! She and Tucker have known about his powers a lot longer than any of us had, and he's done nothing to....what!?" at this point Danny walked into the kitchen. His mom still had the phone, "Are you...how dare you...yeah? Well same to you, too!" she slammed the phone back on the receiver. Sam and Tucker couldn't hear the conversation for a few minutes after this. Then the phone rang again.

"Hello?" Jack had answered it, "Mr. Foley? Yes, I saw the news...what!? How dare you...you can't stop...all right!" the silent conversation continued. Then...

"WHAT!?" Danny marched out of the kitchen. His eyes were glowing and in his rage he accidentally fired an energy blast into a lamp.

"Danny, what's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Apparently your parents think that I'm too dangerous for you to be anywhere with me except school! And that's if they let ghosts into school!"

"What!?" Sam ran into the kitchen to call home, Danny marched upstairs, slamming the door to his room shut, and Tucker just stood in shock and confusion.

"I can't believe I couldn't get a date to the dance!" he finally said.

---

As it turned out, Danny was allowed back to school Monday (though the man sent by the school district to tell him such had nervously added that he didn't have to if he didn't want to). As he got on the bus, he could tell today was not going to be a good day. Even though he tried, it was very hard not to notice all the stares of fear and loathing being shot at him from all over. Only two people weren't looking at him like he was a monster. He sat down by Sam, Tucker behind them.

"Any luck reasoning with your parents?" he asked.

"What do you think?" Sam mumbled. Her sore tone pretty much answered the question.

"What about you, Tuck?"

"Nope," he sighed, "I don't get it. We've known you our whole lives! We've known about your ghost-powers and..."

"We've known about his ghost-powers," Sam interrupted, "Our parents didn't until last night. And unfortunately, they find out when superstition and anti-ghost feelings are sky-high thanks to Paranormalics and The Order," someone tapped Danny's shoulder. It was one of Dash's jock friends, smiling weakly.

"Hey, Fenton...or Danny, if you'd rather..." he laughed nervously, "Listen, I haven't beat on you that much...it's all Dash's idea, y'see, and...please oh please don't hurt me!"

"Uh..." Danny was confused, "I wasn't going to..." Tucker stopped him from finishing.

"Dude," he whispered, "What are you doing!? This is the perfect chance to give these bullies a taste of their own medicine!"

"Tucker, even if I wanted to do that, it's the last thing I..."

"Yeah, you'd better watch out for him!" Tucker turned to the jock, grinning mischievously, "One wrong move, and you'll..."

"Tucker!" Sam and Danny shouted.

"What? I'm just having a little fun!" Sam smacked him in the face with one of her books.

---

The glares kept coming at all sides as Danny headed to his locker. He found Paulina standing by it, looking furious.

"You," she pointed at him.

"Oh...hi, Paulina," Danny said nervously. He hadn't had a crush on her ever since he found out that she was helping Dash find out about his powers, but he still had problems speaking around her.

"You," she said again, "You've got some explaining to do," she interrupted, "You used your freaky ghost powers to make me go to the dance that one time, didn't you!?"

"What? No! You said yourself you were just trying to..."

"I can't remember it well, but I have a blurred memory of two people fighting inside me. And one of them was you!"

"I was trying to get the ghost out of you!"

"Yeah, right! Just stay away from me, you freaky ghost-loser!"

"What did you just call me!?" Danny's anger flared up, his eyes flashing green and his hair flying around. Paulina wasn't the only person who had noticed Danny's bit of rage. Danny calmed down as he noticed all the glares he was getting, though his breathing and expression showed he was still plenty angry.

"Just...just leave me alone, Danny. I was gonna say that in the cafeteria where everyone could hear me, but now I've said it in a more private conversation," Paulina finished. She slowly backed away from his locker, and Danny went to get his books.

----

"Time to see your homework, students," Mr. Lancer had been the only person to remain calm when Danny had walked into the classroom, but Danny doubted he felt that much different than anyone else. This suspicion was confirmed fast.

"F-?!" Danny exclaimed when he saw his paper. He hadn't gotten a single question right.

"That can't be right!" Sam looked at his paper, "You have the same thing as I do on a couple problems and I got those right."

"Sorry Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer grinned, "but in light of what we now know about you, I couldn't be sure whether those answers were yours or whether you had stolen them from someone."

"What, you mean reading minds? I can't do that unless I overshadow someone, and for me to do that on a test would mean I'd have to be in two places at once!"

"I'm not so sure you can't do that, Mr. Fenton."

"I can't. There's another ghost-hybrid I ran into that can, but he has twenty years more experience than I do and…"

"I don't know what your powers can do, Mr. Fenton," Mr. Lancer stared Danny in the eye, "And I refuse to trust any papers you hand in from now on."

"You can't flunk him just 'cause he's a ghost!" Sam protested.

"Would you like to fail this class as well, Ms. Manson?"

"If it'll prove you've now suddenly decided to use a biased grading system, then...yeah."

"That remark has earned you a detention, Ms. Manson," Mr. Lancer turned back to Danny, "Your grade will remain as it is."

---

"You seriously messed up my glasses, Sam," Tucker had taken them off and was trying to straighten them out. He'd let them stay crooked through the first part of the day.

"I can't believe Lancer's failing you just because you're a ghost!" Sam said, ignoring Tucker.

"I was pretty sure he'd freak out, but I didn't think he'd change my grades," Danny got other concerns when Dash and his jock friends marched up, the one on the bus quivering.

"You messing with my friends using your freaky powers, Fenton!?" Dash demanded.

"No..." Danny shot a glare at Tucker.

"What else have you said about his powers?!" Sam mumbled.

"Just a couple little things..." Tucker smiled weakly, slowly sinking under the table.

"Look here, Fenton," Dash tried to stay calm, but his voice was clearly shaking, "I don't know anything about your powers, but if you use 'em to mess with my friends, then I'm gonna..."

"Dash, I haven't done anything. Well, there was one time I pulled a few practical jokes, but the really bad stuff there was done by this weird bully-hating ghost named Poindexter..."

"So you've used your powers on me!?" Dash grabbed Danny by the shirt collar and readied a fist.

"Will all students please report to the theatre at this time? Thank you," the secretary said over the intercom.

"We'll finish this later," Dash said, walking off with his friends.

---

"Settle down, students," Mr. Lancer walked up, "I mean, cool it, dogs!" silence, "Anyway, the latest anti-ghost news has come in. This bit is particularly good news for all but one of us," he shot a nasty grin at Danny, as did a few others. The screen and projector had already been set up. The lights were dimmed and the report came on.

"Just in from Washington," the reporter looked at the paper in his hand, "Ken Bruce's state of emergency against all paranormal beings in the United States has passed over President Hartman's veto as of 12:14 PM this Monday. A squadron of men is already being prepared to occupy the town of Amity Park, which was the frequent target of the now eliminated ghost terrorist group, The Order. The town still suffers from haunting by their Public Ghost Enemy #1. In other news, a strange glowing white light was seen in the middle of a forest in Delaware, but soon vanished..." the clip was cut there.