Well, it seems I have some new readers, and some not so new readers from DA. Thanks for reading this.

For Mikephantom: How do you know that I don't live under a toadstool? ;)

For the rest of you, thank you for your input. :hug: You're all the best!

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Danny walked through the halls of Casper High lethargically, covering a yawn with his hand.

"Up late last night?" one of his two best friends, Sam Manson asked him as she walked up to him.

"Yeah," Danny leaned against the lockers that lined the hall. Sam opened hers and grabbed her supplies for first period. "This ghost showed up last night, for the first time in over a week." He stretched. "Although I was up pretty late studying."

"Well, I know I'm passing the test," a dark skinned boy wearing a red beret joined the two with a smug look covering his face.

"Hello Tucker," Danny rolled his eyes at his other best friend.

"So Danny," Tucker leaned against the lockers next to Danny, "Why haven't you called us to help you with..." he faded off and looked around. No one was in hearing distance, so he finished his sentence in a whisper, "ghosts?" Danny raised an eyebrow and shrugged.

"Except for last night, there haven't been any ghosts around here for a while." He pushed himself off of the lockers and faced the other two. "I'm not complaining either," he said matter-of-factly. "My grades are already showing improvement and my parents aren't angry at me all the time. I finally have time to think and be alone for a few minutes." He put his fists on his hips and struck a superman-like pose. "And even if I didn't get a lot of sleep last night, I did actually study for this test!" Sam shook her head.

"Come on, Peter pan," she raised an eyebrow at his stance. He blushed and relaxed. "It's time for class."

"Danny, I am so proud of you!" the teenager grinned at the praise from his mother as she looked at his latest report card. It had been three or four days since he had last fought any ghosts, and he felt like his body had finally caught up on the sleep that he'd been lacking since the accident that had given him his powers.

"Yep," He grinned wider, "by passing that test, my grade's back to an 'A-'."

"I've got to go tell your father!" his mother kissed his head and flipped the hood of her suit over her head. She walked out the door and Danny heard her go down into the Lab his parents had built several years before in the basement. His older sister Jazz walked by her just as she left, and walked over to Danny. Besides Tucker and Sam, she was the only other person he had told about his powers.

"So," she grinned at him, "you've finally got the hang of the super-hero thing?" Danny shrugged.

"Didn't have to," he replied. "There haven't been any ghosts to fight for forever. I've finally got time to study." Jazz's smile disappeared at his words.

"But you said that since the accident you haven't had more than a few minutes a day to yourself. Doesn't it strike you as strange that they suddenly stopped?" Danny thought for a moment, tapping his chin thoughtfully.

"Yeah," he conceded finally. "But I'm not going to question it. I need to keep my grades up." He patted his stomach gently. "I'm not feeling too well lately. I think I'm coming down with something." He looked at her, "And this is the first time in almost a year that I've been able to get some decent rest."

"Hmm," Jazz bit her lip.

"Look," Danny said, seeing her discomfort, "the lack of ghosts is starting to worry me a little." I'm not that dense." She smiled at him and nodded.

"Just keep your eyes open, okay?" she patted him on the shoulder.

"You too," he nodded, "and tell me if you see or come up with anything to explain all this." He glanced at his watch. "Meanwhile, I"m taking a nap." Jazz glared at his back as he trudged up the stairs.

"Brothers," she said under her breath and walked into the kitchen.