I just want to take a moment to say thank you to all of my readers and to also say that I'm sorry for the delay. I have a very good reason though. Reason: My sister's cat just had kittens, but when they started stinking her room up she decided to stick them all in the room that has the only computer with the internet. Needless to say I did not want to go in there. It smelled so bad I no longer wanted to go on the computer anymore, but then I thought of my poor readers and decided I should really probably update. So, I sucked it up and breathed out my mouth for the five minutes I was in there typing this up. (The other five was spent knocking four annoying kittens off the chair and desk.) Ok, well, I've ranted enough. Here is the last chapter.

Danny had spent the rest of the evening over at Tucker's house, since Sam's parents had kicked them out saying that she needed rest, but him and Tucker called every half an hour to see if she had waken up. They kept this up until about 9:45, which was when Danny unfortunately had to go home—that stupid curfew.

When he got to his house he quietly opened the door and began to walk up the stairs.

"Danny!" he heard his dad yell.

"I'm not late," Danny said, trying to defend himself. "It's 9:55. You can check my watch!"

"Never mind about that," his dad came into sight. He was wearing one of his weird ghost-zapping inventions on his back. "Where's the ghost?"

"What?" Danny frowned.

"You were on the news. You saw a ghost. Where is it?" he said, holding the tube of the invention in between his hands.

"Oh, that. It, uh, wasn't a ghost," he lied. "There was just some malfunction with the wires. That's all."

"It's ok, Danny. You can tell me. I won't let that ghost get away," Jack told his son with a very determined look on his face.

"Right," Danny responded. "He just…disappeared."

"I knew it—that tricky little devil! Don't worry, Danny. I'll get that ghost if it's the last thing I do. Maddie!" he called.

Maddie came running up the stairs. "What is it, Jack? Is it a ghost?"

"You bet your bottom it is. To the RV… I mean, the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle!"

His mom and dad ran off in search of their ghost.

Danny shook his head. "I think Jazz might have a point about our family," he mumbled to himself.

The next day at Casper High School Danny was at his locker pulling his chemistry book out.

"Hey, Fentina!"

Danny moaned. He knew that voice anywhere. Dash Baxter, resident bully and football captain, ambled up the hall in his usual jock manner.

"Saw you on TV yesterday. That ghost must have really scared you," he sneered. "You know, I feel so bad for you, I think I'll help you out."

Danny's eyes grew wide in astonishment. "You will?"

"Yeah, here you go," he said as he picked Danny up, threw him into his locker, and slammed the door shut.

Dash and the few friends that were with him walked away laughing.

"I should have seen that coming," Danny said to himself glumly.

"Danny?" he heard Sam's voice on the other side.

"Yeah."

The locker opened and he came tumbling out of it to see Sam and Tucker.

"Don't tell me—Dash," Tucker said.

"Um-hm."

Sam scowled. "Won't that guy give it a break?"

"This is Dash we're talking about," Danny responded.

"He's got a point," replied Tucker as he turned to Sam.

Sam had her arms crossed over her Chemistry book. Leaning against the lockers, she sighed with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"What's up with you?" asked Danny.

"I was just thinking about yesterday when we went to the movies. I saw something really weird…and wonderful," Sam answered as she sighed again.

Danny's stomach dropped clear through the ground. "Uh, yeah, too bad about that electrical problem. It was starting to turn into a pretty good movie," he lied, trying to steer clear of the subject, namely him.

Sam furrowed her eyebrows. "Hey, what are you hiding?"

"What, me? I'm not hiding anything," he said beginning to sweat.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "If there's one thing I know, Danny Fenton, it's that you're the worst liar in the world."

"It's nothing really," Tucker said, cutting in. "It's just that he really doesn't like Red Asteroid that much. Actually, he hates it."

Sam turned to glare at Tucker.

Tucker gave a small yelp. "I don't hate it! Just him!"

Sam turned to Danny with a glare on her face, but then her expression softened. "Ya know, Danny, you could have just told me. I would have understood. Besides, I had a feeling you didn't like it anyway."

He let out a breath that he wasn't aware he was holding in.

"What? That's it?" Tucker exclaimed.

"What are you talking about?" Sam asked with narrowed eyes.

"I thought you were going to shish kabob him for hating the movie that you so desperately love."

"Why would I do that?" she replied with a raised eyebrow. "Everyone's entitled to their own opinions. I'm not gonna get angry because someone doesn't like something that I do."

"Well, in that case, I'm not a big fan of Red Asteroid either," he answered casually.

"What!" screamed Sam.

Tucker and Danny jumped back in surprise; they were sure they had seen a forked tongue momentarily slip out of her mouth, but then Sam let out a small laugh. "Boys—they're so gullible."

They both stepped back to where they were with a smile on each of their faces, but then realization hit Danny.

"Hey, wait a minute! If you knew I didn't like those movies why'd you make me sit through them?"

"So, uh, that's what happened yesterday? An electrical problem?" she asked, avoiding Danny's question.

Tucker nodded, while Danny glared.

"Oh, because I kept hearing the news going on and on about ghosts."

They both gulped and Danny began to sweat again, totally forgetting that he was angry at her.

"But I guess that would explain what I saw, well, my hallucination, I guess. You'll both think I'm crazy, but I dreamt there was this huge ghost with four arms that picked me up right out of my seat. I was scared to death, but some guy with white hair just came out of nowhere and saved me. You know, come to think of it, he kind of looked like you, Danny," she said pointing at him.

"Uh, yeah, I definitely got white hair and bright green eyes. Let me tell you..."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Hey, I never said that he had green eyes."

"Uh, lucky guess?" he responded, sweat dripping down his neck.

"I guess," she answered, but her eyes were still narrowed. "Ya know, the only other thing I remember about him is his name—Phantom."

"Phantom? That's it?" Tucker asked.

"Yeah," she said slowly. "Why are you guys acting so strange?"

Danny and Tucker looked at each other. "Strange?" Danny asked. "We're just freaking over a—a test! Yeah, a test—in chemistry."

"They're real mind numbers," Tucker added.

Sam seemed to accept their answer, because she just nodded her head. "That dream was so real I can't get it out of my mind."

Suddenly, a loud ringing sound filled the hallways and at that moment Danny had never been happier to hear that bell. The trio walked off to their chemistry class quickly, in fear that they would receive yet another tardy. Luckily, they were able to make it before the door shut.

"Have a seat, children," Mr. Seiver said as he closed the door, cutting off any stragglers from getting inside. "Now, let's take roll, shall we? Abner, Lorraine."

"Here," a red head in the back answered.

"Baxter, Dash."

"Here!" he yelled as he threw a paper wad at Danny.

Danny growled. He had the paper wad in his hand, ready to throw it back at Dash.

"Fenton!" Mr. Seiver shouted as he looked at Danny with his cold eyes.

Danny phased through his chair and tumbled to the ground. Lucky for him Mr. Seiver had looked back down at his roster right before he had 'fell'. Danny looked around at the other students to see if anyone had noticed the incident, but strangely enough no one had.

"Here," replied Danny in a slightly squeaky voice as he got back into his seat.

Mr. Seiver finished taking roll. "Now, children, I hope you've all studied for the big test today. It's worth 25 of your grade." There was a loud murmur among the students.

"What?" Tucker exclaimed out loud. "There really is a test? But I didn't study!"

"Thank you for sharing your problems with the rest of the class, Mr. Foley. We all love to hear your little mishaps."

Tucker leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed and grumbled something incoherent under his breath, but it obviously wasn't anything pleasant.

Mr. Seiver smiled that sick sort of pleasant smile teachers give right before they do something horrible. "Today, instead of doing the written part first we'll do the lab part of the exam." All the students moaned.

Danny leaned across his desk towards Tucker and Sam. "There's a lab part to this test?"

Sam just looked at him and nodded sadly; Tucker was too busy trying to cram as much knowledge into his head as possible in the thirty seconds they had left before the test began.

"Now, everybody get into groups of two or three and get to work on the assignment."

Naturally, Danny, Sam, and Tucker worked together. They sat on the stools behind one of the lab tables. Sam began to gather all of the necessary items, while Tucker and Danny got out paper and pencils.

Sam, hands full of beakers and test tubes, held a beaker out to Danny. "Hold this for me, will ya?"

"Sure." Danny went to grab the beaker.

Sam, thinking he had his hand right on it, let go of the glass container, but Danny's hand phased right through it and it dropped to the ground, shattering into a million pieces. Everyone looked up at him.

"Sorry," he said as bent down to pick up the shards. "I'll clean it up."

Once he had cleaned the mess up he began to work again, but not before he dropped another beaker.

"Just a little clumsy today," he laughed nervously.

Unfortunately for him, that was not the last time he dropped a beaker that day. After the eighth one Mr. Seiver finally walked up to Danny.

"Mr. Fenton," he said, about ready to pop a nerve, "please, have a seat and get started on the written exam."

"But what about the lab?" he asked from the ground where he had been picking up more glass shards.

"I suppose I'll have to find you an alternate assignment. Now, go sit down and I'll bring you the test."

Danny walked over to his desk and sat down glumly. Whatever the alternate assignment was he knew it was not going to be easy.

The written test was actually not as hard as he expected. He was just glad he had studied a bit on Friday before all the weirdness started.

Once Danny had finished the test he laid his head on his desk, falling into a light sleep.

Twenty minutes later the bell rang and everyone emerged into the halls.

"Jeez, Danny, what was wrong with you today?" Sam asked him once they were outside at their usual picnic table.

"I guess I'm just a big klutz today," he responded with a little laugh.

He looked over at Tucker. Tucker had seen him phase through each and every one of those beakers and he just gave Danny a weak smile in response.

Sam ignored her salad and looked at Danny curiously. She knew that something was up with him, but she just didn't know what. She decided to give it one more try.

"Danny, are you sure you're feeling ok?"

"Look, Sam, I just—" but he was cut off when he felt a shiver run down his spine and the blue smoke once again came billowing out of his mouth.

Sam looked at him startled. "What was that?"

"Uhh… what was what?" he asked, starting to sweat again as the blue mist appeared a second time.

"That!" she exclaimed as she stood up and pointed at his mouth where the remains of the smoke were disintegrating.

Right at that moment a blue ghost with red eyes, looking much like a cross between a moving guy and a robber, floated over the lunch area. At the sight of the ghost everyone screamed and started to run away.

"I am The Box Ghost!" he yelled.

"Ghosts are real!" Sam said in part terror-part surprise when she saw the ghost.

"Beware!" The Box Ghost shouted.

Tucker was so scared out of his mind he had forgotten that Danny had certain powers that could be used to kick a certain ghost's butt. "Come on," he said grabbing Sam's hand. "Let's get out of here!"

"Tuck, wait! You're going in the wrong direction!" Danny yelled, but it was too late.

The Box Ghost had brought his hands up into the air along with fifteen odd boxes from the local dumpster and settled them down around Sam and Tucker, creating a sort of cage. They tried to kick the boxes down, but The Box Ghost seemed to have some force field around it.

"Ha, ha!" The Box Ghost laughed. "Now that I, The Box Ghost, have trapped you in this square cage composed mainly of cardboard boxes, I can take my corrugated cardboard vengeance on you!" he said pointing his finger squarely at Danny.

"Me," Danny whimpered, "what have I done to you?"

"Uhh," he replied at a loss for words before he suddenly began to laugh maniacally, or made an attempt to laugh maniacally at least.

"Danny, help!" Sam and Tucker yelled from inside.

Danny looked over at the makeshift cage holding his friends. There was a large gap, the size of someone's head, right in the center and Sam was looking out of it directly at him. If he were to change she would find out about him, but if he didn't—Danny didn't even want to think about what would happen.

Danny glared at The Box Ghost with clenched fists. "I'm going ghost!" he screamed.

Once again the blue-silver rings appeared around his middle and traveled in opposite directions up and down his body. Sam covered her mouth in shock seeing her best friend turn into the Phantom.

Danny flew towards the ghost and threw him into the pile of boxes, taking the force field down and knocking the boxes off of Sam and Tucker. The Box Ghost looked at the fifteen odd crushed boxes, then at Sam and Tucker, and then at Danny.

He lifted up his hands in an almost threatening way. "Beware!" he said and then quickly flew off and disappeared.

"That was easy," Danny said as he looked in the direction the ghost had just gone. He looked over at Sam who was staring at him with slack jaw. "This won't be, though."

The blue-white light traveled up and down his body and he returned to normal. Danny slowly walked over to Sam. She was looking at him with a mix of terror and wonder.

"Sam, please don't freak out," he pleaded.

She just gawked at him. "I don't think 'freaked' begins to cover this." She paused for a moment. "Who are you?"

"I'm Danny, you're friend."

Sam shook her head in disbelief. "No, you're not."

Tucker put a hand on her shoulder. "Actually, he is."

She turned to Tucker with wide eyes. "You knew?"

"Yeah, I'm his best friend."

"And what am I chopped liver!" she yelled sarcastically.

"I was thinking more of a turfwich," Danny replied.

Sam turned to look at Danny. There were so many things going on in her eyes. There was excitement, wonderment, and relief, but there was also confusion, hurt, and terror. Danny stepped closer to her to touch her arm, but she flinched at his touch and moved backwards.

"What are you?"

"I'm part ghost," he managed to say without his voice breaking.

"I'll tell you what you are. You're a monster!" she said pointing to Danny, ready to leap on him.

Tucker grabbed her by the arms, trying to hold back the struggling Sam. "Sam, what are you doing? Why are you acting like this? This is Danny, our friend. He's just a little… different."

Sam's eyes were glazed over with what were obviously the beginnings of tears. "If you're my friend, then why didn't you tell me? Aren't friends supposed to tell friends everything? Especially something this big? You told Tucker!"

There was the reason for her sudden outburst.

"Look, Sam," Danny tried to explain to his friend, "both you and Tucker are my best friends, but I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't know what you were going to think of me; I was afraid you were going to act like this."

Sam flinched involuntarily. She wiped the tears away that were slowly making their way down her cheeks and then she bowed her head in shame. She relaxed, allowing Tucker to let her go. "I'm sorry, Danny. It's just I feel like a used rag doll. It's always you and Tucker. I want to be part of everything, too!"

Danny and Tucker were shocked at her feelings.

"Why didn't you tell us?" asked Tucker.

A tear rolled down her cheek. "Because I didn't want to ruin all of your fun. You're my best friends and you deserve it and I didn't want to be the one to break you two up," she replied with a small sniff, and then a second later she let out mirthless laugh, "Great, now you both probably think I'm a shallow witch and are just going to toss me aside like spoiled milk," she replied glumly as she slunk to the ground and leaned her elbows on her folded legs, her hands cradling the sides of her head.

Danny and Tucker knelt down beside her in a comforting way. "Since when have you had an expiration date that we'd just toss you aside?" asked Danny with a smile.

Sam smiled back weakly. "Never?" she said in a questioning way.

"Right," responded Tucker, "And why don't we keep it that way."

She nodded her head and looked up to see their smiling faces. She turned to Danny with a smile still on her face, but then the smile suddenly fell away.

"What?" he asked alarmed, thinking she was going to have another outburst.

She paused for a moment, but then said, "Everything that happened back there, that was all… real?"

"Yep," Danny replied breathing a little lighter.

"This is really weird," she said still in disbelief.

"But cool," Tucker added.

She nodded her head. "He does have a point there."

"Now, there's the old Sam," Danny responded.

Sam just smiled at him with a roll of her eyes. "I'm really sorry for spazing out there, you guys," she said, apologizing once again. "I don't know what came over me."

"We'll just say it was that time of the month," Tucker grinned at her mischievously.

Tucker and Danny then broke down and snorted in mirth at the hilarity of it all.

"Tucker," she snarled as she raised her fist menacingly.

"Ok, I'm sorry," he answered in between silent fits of laughter.

Sam just growled at him with narrowed eyes.

"Look, Sam," Danny said after he had managed to stop laughing, "You don't have to apologize. It's kind of our fault anyway that this happened. I mean, we were keeping you out of a lot of things."

"Things?" Sam asked with a raised eyebrow, "As in more than one?"

Danny involuntarily cringed and gulped.

"So, other than the ghost thing, what else would you two like to tell me?" she asked the two guilty looking boys in front of her.

They both glanced around worriedly, looking for a means of escape. "Wow! Is that the bell I hear!" Danny exclaimed nervously, cupping a hand around his ear, pretending to hear the nonexistent bell.

"Why, I think it is!" responded Tucker as the two began to sprint full out towards the building.

"Hold it right there!" Sam yelled heatedly.

Danny and Tucker knew they should listen to her or they would end up facing the consequences later. They both turned around slowly, but they were only met with Sam's smiling face.

"So, Danny, you gonna show me what you can do or what?" she asked with one arched eyebrow.

Danny smiled back. His eyes suddenly turned ghostly green and then the flash of light came. Sam and Tucker jumped back startled, but calmed down after a second. Even though they knew, it was hard to get used to it. Danny briefly showed them all of his powers, but then the bell rang and he fell to the ground in his normal state.

"Still working on that," he said rubbing the back of his neck.

Tucker and Sam smiled at him and helped him off the ground.

"So, who else knows?" asked Sam.

"Just you guys. And I'd like to keep it that way," he added.

"Don't worry, man. We won't tell anyone. Right, Sam?" responded Tucker.

There were a few moments of silence.

"Sam?" Danny asked, starting to get worried.

"I don't know. I could get a lot of money and become really famous," she replied thoughtfully.

The two boys stared at her with wide eyes.

"What? I'm just thinking," she said as she put a finger to her chin in thought and began walking away.

Danny and Tucker glanced at each other and then towards the retreating Sam. "Uh, Sam," Danny started.

"Don't worry, Danny. I'm not gonna tell anyone. Did you really think I would?" she smiled as she took a few steps back towards them.

"No," he answered truthfully with a shake of his head.

Danny then sighed in relief and then without warning began to laugh.

Sam raised an eyebrow. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing," he said. "It's just that I thought my life was weird before when I was a normal kid."

"Haven't you learned anything Danny?" Tucker said. "Life is never normal."

The three friends, one Goth girl, one techno geek, and one ghost, took off for their next class.

Now, I know I'm not the best writer in the world, but I really hope you guys enjoyed it! I sure enjoyed writing it! So, once again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews! Lata!