Danny and Timmy took solace in his room and Jazz in hers. Timmy looked around Danny's room and was vaguely surprised to see that it was like any other room. A little messy but normal. Danny saw a look of concentration on his face as Timmy scanned his room, "What?" he asked.

"No, secret lab or anything?" Timmy asked.

Danny burst out laughing. "No, the only lab here is the basement. And I avoid that at all costs." Danny walked over to his closet and opened the door. He grunted as he strained for the sleeping bag on the top shelf but it just evaded his fingers. "Ugh," he said as he rocked back onto his heels.

"Need a chair?" asked Timmy.

"Nope," Danny grinned and went ghost. He floated up the extra two inches and grabbed the sleeping bag with ease. He landed on the ground and resumed human form.

"That is so cool," Timmy gushed.

A pink tinge warmed Danny's cheeks. "Not really," he said and unrolled the sleeping bag. "You can sleep on this tonight," he said.

Timmy nodded and Danny tossed him an extra pillow from his bed. Timmy looked around the room one more time, just to make sure he didn't miss anything. "Hmmm…" he said skeptically.

Danny looked down on Timmy with an amused look. "Now what?"

"This room is just so normal," Timmy said. "You don't have any medals or special things you got for being a superhero?"

Danny blinked. "No," he said. "To tell you the truth, not many people like me."

"Why not?" Timmy asked inquisitively.

"Do you read the newspapers?" Danny asked.

Timmy shook his head.

Danny sighed. "I was framed by one of my enemies to make it look like I was a bad ghost. I'm Public Enemy #1 here. Everyone is scared of me, and even though I try my hardest to convince them I'm not bad," Danny paused to choose his next words carefully so that Timmy might understand, "First impressions are long lasting," he said finally.

Timmy's light blue eyes scanned him. "Well that's stupid," he said.

"It is?" Danny asked.

Timmy crossed his arms and nodded. "Yeah, I mean if you save the town then why do they think you're bad? Can't you just tell them you're good?"

Danny sighed, "It's not that simple Timmy. First of all, they don't even realize I'm human."

"They don't?"

"Nope, they think I'm full ghost. Why would a full ghost capture other ghosts? What would he have to gain? No one trusts me," Danny shrugged.

"Can't you just tell them you're human?" Timmy asked.

"I'm not," Danny said dryly.

"No, can't you just say you're a… whatever you are?"

Danny's lips quirked in a smile. "Halfa, I'm called a halfa. And, if I did that, I think too many people would put two and two together and get four."

"Huh?" Timmy asked.

"My mom would figure out that I'm half ghost," Danny said simply.

"Oh," Timmy said. He thought for awhile. "Doesn't it bother you?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You save all these people but you don't get anything for it!" Timmy said. "In the comic books the hero's are always loved and popular."

Danny gave him a small, sad smile. "Timmy, this isn't a comic book, this is real life."

Timmy frowned. "Why?" he asked again.

"To save people, to make sure the few that know my secret and know I'm good are safe. To know that because I can do something with my powers means I chose the right way to do things," Danny gave a little mysterious smile. "And I really like flying."

Timmy giggled. "Okay, I'll buy the last reason."

Danny shrugged. "Buy what you will, now what do you want to do since it's only," Danny gave a sidelong glance to the clock, "8:30."

"Got any video games?" Timmy asked.

Danny grinned, "I've got Turbo Racers."

"I'm the best at that game!" Timmy said proudly.

"Oh yeah?" Danny asked.

Timmy snorted, "A teenager has nothing on me in this game."

The two went downstairs to play the game. In Danny's room Cosmo and Wanda appeared. "Wow," Wanda said after hearing the little exchange between Danny and Timmy.

"Wow what?" Cosmo asked in all oblivion.

"Danny seems very," Wanda thought. "I'm not sure if mature is the right word but he seems to have very strong morals."

"Hey, wanna go do something stupid and dangerous?" Cosmo asked.

"Not that you'd know anything about that," Wanda said dryly.

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"I win," Danny announced. He looked at Timmy who was sitting on the couch with his arms crossed, "Again," he added with a smirk.

"Not fair!" Timmy said. "How did you even do that?"

"I've been playing this game about three more years then you have," Danny laughed.

"No really, how did you do that?" Timmy asked.

Danny set the game onto training course. "Watch closely," he said and showed Timmy the correct sequence of buttons to get the turbo charge.

"Cool!" Timmy said. "Now I can kick more butt in this game."

Danny looked at the clock. "It's about 11; maybe we should go to bed."

"Awww," Timmy said. "That's no fun."

"I need to do some…" Danny paused. "Things tomorrow."

"Superhero things?" Timmy asked quickly.

"Well…" Danny said.

"Can I come?" Timmy asked.

"No," Danny said and stood up.

"Awww, please?" Timmy begged as Danny turned off the game.

"No," Danny said again.

"Not fair," Timmy muttered.

Danny shrugged, "That's life." His eyes widened, 'Oh god, I sound like Mr. Lancer,' he thought.

Timmy stuck his tongue out at him. "You're no fun."

"I'm not taking anyone into the ghost zone," Danny muttered. "It's bad enough I have to go in there myself to find Skulker."

"Ghost zone?" Timmy gasped.

Danny slapped himself on the forehead. "Oh crud," he said quietly. Timmy opened his mouth, "No," Danny said sternly.

Timmy gave him the 'I'm hurt' look and ran upstairs. Danny sighed and followed.

Danny tossed Timmy a shirt that was easily 6 or 7 sizes to big for him. Timmy looked at the shirt and giggled, "This is big," he said."

Danny looked at the shirt in comparison to Timmy's body and laughed. "Yeah, it is."

The two boys took turns in the bathroom showering and changing. Then they crawled into bed. There was a low rumble in the distance and Danny shut the window for good measure. "Night Timmy," he said.

Timmy yawned, "Night Danny," he replied.

Timmy was asleep fairly quickly. Right before Danny almost fell asleep his ghost sense chilled his body and he sat upright. He groaned and grabbed the thermos that was on the side of his bed. He yawned and went ghost, vaguely wondering who it was. Oh well.

Wanda and Cosmo watched him fly out the window then transformed into pink and green pillows to be with their godchild.

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There was a loud crack of thunder that woke Timmy up in an instant. He sat up and looked around at the clock. It flashed 3:25. Danny was lying sound asleep on his bed after defeating the Box Ghost for what felt like the millionth time. Timmy sighed and lay back down, he saw the pillows and smiled, it was good to know he wasn't alone. Cosmo was shaking slightly though making it a little weird, like he was in a vibrating bed or something. There was another crack and more lightning. Timmy looked worriedly out of the window and waited for the next thunder boom with his eyes screwed shut.

This time Danny woke up, but not in a terrified shoot up in bed way, more in a 'what blew up in the basement NOW' kind of way. He yawned and sat up; he looked at the clock and sighed then lied back down. "Danny?" he heard a small voice in the dark ask.

"Yes?" he asked while stifling a yawn.

"Are you awake?" Timmy asked.

"Yes," Danny replied. "But not for long," he added.

There was another burst of thunder and then it hit Danny. "Are you scared of thunderstorms?" he asked.

"Not scared, just highly interested in a respectful way," Timmy replied.

"Ah," said Danny and he slid off his bed draping his comforter around him like a cape. "I was scared of thunderstorms once," he said.

"Really?" Timmy asked wide eyed. "But, superheroes aren't scared of anything," he said.

Danny laughed, "Who told you that?"

"I thought it was some kind of rule," Timmy said sheepishly.

"No, I'm scared of a lot of things," Danny said. "But not thunderstorms, not anymore."

"How did you stop being afraid?" Timmy asked.

Danny shrugged, "I grew out of it I guess," he admitted.

Timmy sighed and jumped when there was another thunderclap. "How old were you?" he asked.

"12, maybe 11," Danny admitted.

Timmy frowned and leaned up against Danny as another rumble was heard. Danny smiled and let Timmy wrap himself in his comforter. "Danny?" Timmy asked.

"Yes?" Danny asked.

"What else are superheroes afraid of?"

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