Sorry I haven't updated this in so long! I've been so busy with school, and I was having writers block on this for a while. But I finally came up with a new chapter! Hope you like it :)

Chapter 11 Location: Roswell, New Mexico

Oh great…I've only been here an hour and already there's a ghost! Maybe my parents were right about Roswell being infested with them… Danny thought heatedly.

The ghost sat on the roof of the new Fenton household, pondering to himself about the contents of the envelope. He had read over everything plenty of times on his way to Roswell, but something wasn't making sense to him.

The boy in the picture looked so much like that ghost kid he had fought a while ago. Save for the white hair and green eyes, they were identical. Was that why the organization was so interested in this kid? Because he had some sort of powers?

He flew a few feet through the air and landed on the other side of the roof, peering down into the backyard to see a man and a woman that he figured were the boys parents.

The address the organization had given him was for this house, but he had been waiting up on the roof for fifteen minutes and still hadn't caught sight of the boy anywhere. He was growing irritated. He was supposed to be spying on him, yet that job would be impossible if he couldn't even find him.

He growled, making himself invisible as he suddenly jumped off of the roof, doing a back flip in the air as he landed noiselessly on the ground on the side of the house near where the kitchen was.

He peered around the wall into the backyard, seeing the parents looking weary. The one dressed in orange was glaring at some kind of invention in his hand as if it had hurt him, and the one in blue was talking to him about something.

She walked over and picked up the invention from the ground, turning it back on. The ghost raised an eyebrow questionably as to what the machine could do.

The woman in blue gasped suddenly, "Jack! There's a ghost out here! The Fenton Finder is picking up on something!"

Jack stopped muttering to himself about the faulty wiring in the Ghost Peeler and hurried over to her, glancing down at the invention in her grasp.

"It's this way! Come on Maddie!" Jack yelled, hurrying off in front of her.

The ghost's eyes widened as he saw them heading in his direction, and he pulled his head back around the corner, growling as he was forced to phase into the house.

"Freaking inventions! If I wanted to be followed I would hire a stalker." He muttered irritably.

Danny gasped again, his ghost sense going off as he saw the ghost phase into the kitchen. He dropped behind the counter, crawling over to the end and staring out from behind it.

The ghost floated a few inches off the floor, arms crossed, glaring around the house as if he was ticked just to be there. Danny's eyes suddenly widened as he recognized the ghost as the same one from the convenient store.

He muttered 'I'm going ghost' under his breath as he concentrated, and two blue rings formed around his waist as he went into ghost mode.

The ghost saw a bright flash out of the corner of his eye and he whirled around, scanning the kitchen.

Danny went invisible and phased down through the floor, coming back up a few feet behind the ghost, who walked over to the counter and looked all around, not seeing anything there that would have caused a flash of light.

"If you're here looking for someone I suggest you leave."

The ghost whipped around, looking for the source of the familiar voice. He saw nothing. "Hiding are we? To scared to come out?" The ghost asked tauntingly.

Danny growled, but remained invisible. The ghost's mouth suddenly twisted into a threatening grin and he shot something in Danny's direction.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he dodged the same web-like material the ghost had used on him last time, but became visible again in the process.

"Well, what do we have here…I thought I recognized your voice." The ghost said, turning in Danny's direction. "You're the same annoying little brat who was trying to attack me before. What are you doing, following me?" he questioned.

"That depends on why you're here." Danny said.

The ghost smiled, "And what makes you think I'd tell 'you' anything of my plans?"

"Well, it might be because if you don't, I can suck you into—" Danny paused, realizing he didn't have the thermos with him. It was still in the RV…

Giving a short snicker, the ghost replied, "What? A cookie jar?"

Danny growled, clenching his hands into fists, his eyes glowing a more vivid emerald green than before. "Listen child, I beat you once before, and I can beat you again."

"You are a lot stupider than you look aren't you? If you beat me the first time, I wouldn't be here now would I?" Danny asked smartly.

"You know, that smart mouth of yours is going to get you into trouble—"

Danny was just about to tell the ghost to shut it when he heard the front door fly open. "Haha! There's two of them now! Come on Maddie, we can take 'um!" Jack yelled, both adults running towards the kitchen.

Danny turned back around and the ghost smirked, flashing its teeth, "Have fun." He said, starting to phase down through the floor. Danny flew strait for him and tackled him before he had the chance to get away.

"If I get to have fun you get to join me!" Danny said, as both of them phased through the side of the house and rolled across the arid, multi-colored leaves layering the lawn.

The ghost swung its fist and caught Danny in the jaw, knocking him off and managing to fly backwards away from him.

Danny recovered quickly, forming ecto in both hands and hurtling it towards the ghost. It rammed into his chest and knocked him backwards into the fence, which lined the new Fenton household on all sides.

The ghost crippled to the ground, sending Danny a look of pure fury. "I'd better get paid a lot more if I have to put up with this!" he hissed to himself, rising back into the air.

Danny rubbed the pain out of his jaw, shooting into the air so that both of them were hovering a matter of feet from one another. Danny heard his parents' stifled voices in the kitchen, but wasn't able to make out what they were saying.

His thoughts were pretty much answered on that matter though, when they suddenly burst through the back door again. Danny turned himself invisible so as not to be seen by them, but the ghost could care less.

"This isn't over child…" it said, bringing its cape around it's head much like a vampire would do, and slowly disappearing from sight.

Jack and Maddie stared wide-eyed at where the ghost had been moments before, and than Maddie glanced back at the invention in her hands.

"Jack…it says there's still something here!" She said, looking at him. Jack looked over her shoulder, seeing a red dot blinking on and off on the screen, signaling the presence of a ghost. Both of them began to look around again, which is when Danny decided he'd better head back inside.

He flew onto the roof, spotting the window near the other side. He stopped above it and peered inside to see the room he had been in earlier.

"I guess I could have that as a room…it's not that bad at least." He said to himself, phasing through the window. He went out of ghost mode a few feet from the floor and dropped the rest of the way, landing and looking around again.

"There has to be a reason that ghost was here…I thought he was following me, but if he was, why would he think that I was following him? It's like he was looking for someone-" He said to himself.

"What was that?"

"Huh!" Danny whipped around, his heart pounding as he saw Jazz push open the door and walk into the room.

"Sheesh Danny, you look like you saw a ghost! I heard you talking in here, but I don't see your friend. What, were you talking to yourself?" she asked.

Danny smiled sheepishly, "Uh, no I wasn't talking to myself Jazz."

"Surrre." She said, smirking as she took a quick look around the room. "This is pretty cool. I take it you're picking this one?"

"Yeah I guess." He said, sitting on the bed. Than he added, "Told ya I'd get a better room than you."

Jazz glared at him and Danny smiled victoriously, "Having a window in your ceiling isn't what I'd call better. I'm going to laugh if when it rains, it starts leaking all over your head."

Danny rolled his eyes and Jazz walked back over to the door, "Where 'did' your new friend go anyway?" she questioned.

Danny raised an eyebrow, "Why do you care?"

"I don't know, just curious, she was here, and now she's not, I didn't even hear her leave."

"Yeah well she did. She had to get home for something I think."

"Okay than. Are you staying in here?" Jazz asked.

Danny nodded, "I guess. Shut the door on your way out." He added.

"Brothers…" Jazz muttered, shutting the door softly behind her as she left.

"I heard that!" Danny snapped, leaning back on the single pillow and putting his arms behind his head. He stared up, seeing the afternoon sky instead of the ceiling. He smiled to himself, I guess this place isn't as bad as I thought it would be after all. He thought.

"Hey guys, what are you doing out here?" Claire asked, hurrying over to Max and Michael.

"Claire? Where did you come from—"

"Oh I was just walking around and I saw you both and I figured why not say hi!" she said, trying to catch her breath.

Max and Michael glanced at each other.

"Uh, are you feeling okay?" Max asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah I'm fine! Perfectly happy." Claire answered, smiling up at them.

"Uh huh, for you, that's code for 'I'm hiding something'. What's up?" Michael questioned.

"Yeah, we thought you were still ticked about what happened earlier." Max added.

"Oh, right, I uh, I am! So why are you here again?" Claire asked.

"We were coming to talk to you." Michael answered simply.

"About what?"

"About the thing with Nicole!" Michael snapped.

"Right! The thing with Nicole…hey listen, how about I get back to you on that?" Claire said, starting to walk down her driveway.

Michael grabbed her arm and turned her around, "Are you sure you're feeling okay? You're acting weird."

"Michael, I'm fine." Claire said stiffly, starting to get angry again.

"Uh…I hate to ask, but are those the new neighbors?" Max asked.

Michael stared at Claire for a minute as if trying to see if she was lying or not. She shook his arm off of her and turned in the direction Max was looking in. Michael did the same, raising an eyebrow.

"And where are they from again? Mars?" he joked, seeing two people in orange and blue lab suits.

Claire rolled her eyes, "They're wearing that because—" she stopped herself and Max and Michael turned to her, waiting for her to finish her sentence.

"Uh, because I have no idea because I've never met them before, ever!" Claire said quickly, trying to slip away to her house.

"Okay it's official, you're acting 'really' weird." Max said.

"Ga! Will you stop saying that!" Claire hissed. "And besides, what could you guys possibly have to tell me about Nicole? That I still can't tell her about us? Because I think you both already made that point very clear earlier." She added frigidly.

"Claire listen, we're not doing this to be mean to you, or because we don't want you to tell her—"

"Even though some of us don't." Michael said, looking at Claire as he interrupted Max.

Claire sent him a dirty look as did Max as he continued talking, "This is because we made a promise a long time ago that no one was going to be let in on this. We all agreed to it."

"Yeah, and that was before I had a friend, and we were younger than, Max! It's not like I'm telling everyone, I want to tell one person, and than one person happens to be my best friend!" Claire said.

"Why can't you just get over this! We're not telling anyone, that's final!" Michael yelled.

Claire opened her mouth to retaliate, but was cut off by a loud yell from across the street.

"Hi Claire!"

Claire's eyes widened and she turned, along with a very confused Max and Michael, to see Danny's dad waving at her. His mom gave a slight wave as well before dragging Jack off into the house, the door closing behind them.

"What was that?" Max asked, turning to Claire with a very shocked expression.

"I—I don't know—"

"You went over there and 'met' them! I thought we all agreed to stay away from them!" Michael shouted.

"It wasn't by choice, I was trying to—"

"Why would you even be crazy enough to go over there! You're the one that was all ticked because they lived across the street from you!" Michael continued.

"Just let me tell you why I was—"

"Over there? Go ahead, come up with an excuse! I'm waiting for one—"

"Michael shut up!" Claire yelled angrily, glaring at him.

"I'm so sick of this! You're taking this way out of hand!"

"Out of hand! No I'm not! That's just it Claire, I'm not! You just don't care about anyone but yourself!"

"Oh yeah right Michael! I think you have it backwards!"

"Knock it of, both of you!" Max said, standing between Michael and Claire. They stopped arguing, but continued to glare at each other.

"I'm sick of this. Sick of both of you ordering me around like a five year old. You are WAY to over protective, and it's getting old." Claire said headedly.

Michael opened his mouth to reject, but Max held him back, "Claire listen, we made all of these rules about our powers, and being friends with people, for a reason—"

"What reason? To ruin my life? Congratulations Max! You've already done that! Want to try to ruin anything else while you're at it?" Claire asked coldly.

Max stared at her with a grim expression on his face, as Claire stared back, as though waiting for him to answer.

"I'm going home. Have fun 'walking'" She said coolly, walking up her driveway and into the house, slamming the door behind her.

Max walked foreword to go after her, but Michael held him back, "Let her go Maxwell, we need to talk."

"Michael maybe she's right. I'm not saying we can tell anyone about our powers, but if we keep avoiding everyone like this people are going to suspect something—"

"Suspect what? In school, no one pays attention to us, that is, until Claire met Nicole. After she met her, all of this stuff started happening. Maybe we should just find a way to get Nicole to hate her or something, and than we won't have to worry about Claire always wanting to tell her."

"What! Michael, we're not doing that." Max said, staring at him in disbelief, and than starting off down the street.

Michael jogged after him, "Why not? You know she's going to keep being like this every time she mentions Nicole. And besides, Nicole's already mad at her, we can just make something up that Nicole said to us, and tell it to Claire." He said casually.

"Michael, you've officially gone nuts. We're not doing that." Max repeated, putting his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

"Well how long are you going to let this go on before we do something about it? As long as they're friends, Claire's always going to want to tell her."

"Michael, just drop it okay! We're letting this go, I'm serious." Max said, a tone of final ness to his voice.

"Than what about those neighbors across the street? She was already over there, she met them. And since she got angry again, we didn't even find out if they have any kids or not. And you know what'll happen if they do."

"No Michael, what will happen?" Max asked, glancing at him and sounding almost bored.

Michael sent him a dirty look, "Claire's going to want to be friends with them, and than there will be more people she wants to tell! See Maxwell? This thing is going to spiral into something huge!"

"Uh huh. And how paranoid do you have to be to be considered crazy again?" Max asked sarcastically.

Michael gave him a look and Max laughed, "Michael, you two have to stop arguing all the time okay? Claire was right about one thing; you keep treating her like she's a kid. She's our age Michael! And just because we don't agree with what she wants to do, doesn't mean we're not going to listen to her. It isn't fair. We all had a say with the rules about our powers, we all made them together. I think Claire forgot about that, and maybe when she cools down later, we can remind her. It was all of our decision, not just yours and mine." Max explained.

"Yeah, well some decision it was. Why have rules if she's not going to follow them?"

"Well I seem to recall someone always telling 'you' that." Max said. "Michael, you might not want to tell people about your powers, but you do crazy things all the time that could expose us."

"I do not—"

"Yes, you do," Max said, interrupting Michael as he tried to defend himself. "You're always trying to find out how we got here, and where we came from, and in the process, you risk people discovering hat we really are. We always try to tell you your ideas never turn out the way you think they will, and you don't listen. But it's funny that whenever we want to do something against the 'rules', you're right there to tell us we can't."

"That's different. I always find a way to get myself out of trouble."

"Yeah by asking me to help you." Max said.

Michael glared at him, "Look, just because I can't control my powers as well as you two can, doesn't mean I can't control them at all, all right?"

Max didn't answer, but was smirking slightly as they started walking again. "Max…? Hello? I 'can' control my powers you know!…Max!" Michael called, picking up his pace to follow him.