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Chapter 7: Day 6, Explanations

(General POV)

Sam woke up the next morning to find that she had the bed to herself. A bit surprised, she sat up and saw Danny on her computer; the couch (yeah, Sam's room is that big) was still stretched out and the sheets on it were all messed up. Danny, noticing the difference in Sam's breathing, turned toward her.

"Morning Sam." He said. Sam yawned and looked into his ice blue eyes.

"Morning Danny, are you feeling better?"

"Yeah, I feel a lot better, physically anyway." He tore his gaze from her and moved it to the ground. Sam sighed.

"Danny, I know you're scared, but they're your parents. Do you really believe they'd hunt their son?"

"They are ghost hunters." Was Danny's calm reply. Damn it Danny, why do you always make me feel so sorry for you? Sam thought; her expression sympathetic.

A few minutes later, Sam was ready to go, if only she could find Danny. "Danny! Make yourself visible right now!" She shouted, very irritated with his little disappearing act. She looked around her room. Still no sign of Danny. Without a word, Sam went over to her huge walk-in closet and opened a small trapdoor in the floor. She looked at all the ghost hunting weapons in her stash and finally chose the Fenton Reverse Invisibility Goggles and the Fenton Fisher.

Danny, who was currently sitting comfortably on Sam's ceiling fan, invisible, didn't notice his best friend's recent approach to finding him. He thought if he just stayed invisible, she wouldn't find him and he wouldn't have to leave her house. Oh boy, was he wrong.

Sam put the goggles on and readied the Fenton Fisher before walking slowly out of the closet. She looked around her room, but, oddly enough, Danny wasn't there. Sam rolled her eyes, thinking he'd left for the attic or something when she spotted him sitting on her ceiling fan. At this, she rolled her eyes again and snuck up behind him.

Danny had just turned around to look for Sam when the ghost proof fishing wire wound itself tightly around him. He yelped and fell off the fan, hitting the floor with a dull thud. He looked up at Sam, his expression a mix of fear, annoyance, and slight pain from his fall.

"Don't you look at me that way, Danny. You asked for it. Now get up and turn human.

"And just how am I supposed to get up?" Danny asked stubbornly, though he did have a point. Sam sighed and loosened the fishing wire enough so he could move, but not enough for him to get away. He stood up and turned human, then looked back at Sam.

"I feel like a dog on a leash." He said, glaring at her. Sam just shrugged her shoulders.

"You wouldn't feel that way if you'd cooperated." She said, raising an eyebrow. Danny's so cute when he's stubborn. Sam thought.

"Now, are you going to cooperate, or am I going to have to drag you?" Sam asked, raising her eyebrow at Danny, who was wriggling around, trying to throw the fishing wire off of him. He sighed when his attempts failed miserably.

"Fine, I'll cooperate. Just get me out of this thing! My nose itches."

Sam laughed and untied him. Danny immediately began scratching the tip of his nose, making Sam laugh even harder.

"What?"

"Nothing!" Sam said through her laughter. Danny just looked so cute with his eyes crossed trying to relieve the itch in on his nose. Wow, she had it bad.

"Let's go." She said once she'd calmed down. Danny sighed and bit his lip, but followed his best friend out of her mansion and down the street.

"Sam, why do I have to go back? Couldn't we just find Desiree and wish for a memory wipe?" Danny asked pleadingly.

"No, Danny. They have a right to know. You're their son. Anyway, it'll make you feel better once you've got it out." Danny frowned.

"And just how do you know that?" He asked, raising an eyebrow. Sam gulped.

"I've read about it in books. Once you just tell someone something you're afraid to let them know, you feel a lot better. But I have a feeling that even if you're afraid, it's true. In fact, I'll...I'll prove it. I'll tell you something that I've been afraid to tell you ever since we started high school, and then I'll be happy I told you." Danny looked up. This should be interesting.

"What do you have that me and Tuck don't already know about? Is it that you like to sing when you're alone?" He asked, smirking. Sam's eyes widened.

"How'd you know about that! I mean, that's not it." She blushed and looked at the ground. Danny grinned. Ha! 1 point for Fenton! He thought smugly. She didn't know, of course, that Danny already knew that she liked to sing. A few times, ok a bit more than a few, Danny had stopped by Sam's place on his late night flights and had listened to her sing. She had a wonderful voice.

"So, if that's not it, then what is?" Danny asked, genuinely interested in what his best friend had to say. Sam took a deep breath.

"I'll tell you later!" Danny gave her a look.

"Danny, I can't tell you now because we're at your house." Sam said pointedly. Danny's face fell and Sam distinctly heard his teeth chatter before he locked his jaw. She gulped and opened the door, making sure to keep a firm grip on Danny's hand lest he make a run for it.

"Hello?" She called. No answer. The house seemed deserted. Sam tugged on Danny's hand and began to drag him upstairs.

"Maybe we should go now." Danny said, shivering slightly as they reached the landing.

"No, Danny. We're staying here until your parents get back and that's final." Danny hung his head.

"DANNY!" Danny started as he felt someone smash into him, pinning him to the wall. He blinked and found that Jazz was the one that was ruthlessly suffocating him.

"Oh my God, Danny. I'm so glad you're back! I thought you ran away! I thought you'd be too frightened to come back and face Mom and Dad! I thought I'd never see you again!" She said breathlessly.

"Geeze, Jazz, you sure think a lot." Danny said, shoving her off of him.

"Well, hello to you too." Jazz said, frowning. Sam started laughing at that.

"What's so funny? There's nothing funny about me being wrong! Oh my gosh, I admitted that I was wrong! What's wrong with me!"

"Jazz, calm down! As it turns out, you were right. If I hadn't dragged Danny back here, he wouldn't have had the guts to come back; even if his is the local superhero." Sam raised her eyebrow and Danny glared at her.

"So, um, where are Mom and Dad, anyway?" He asked, glancing around nervously.

"Duh! Looking for you! Ever since you disappeared when they found out your secret, they've been trying to find you!" Jazz practically shouted. Danny gulped.

"They hate me, don't they?" He said, hanging his head again. Jazz rolled her eyes.

"Danny, I haven't seen them since they found out, but how can they hate you? You're their only son!"

"Yeah, but I'm also the one thing they truly hate. I'm a ghost." Danny mumbled. Jazz sighed.

"Danny, even if you are a ghost, you're still their son." She said tiredly.

"Come on, let's go and get you some lunch. And don't look at me like that, Mom and Dad won't even be home until dark." And with that Jazz grabbed her brother's hand and drug him back downstairs, Sam following with the Fenton Fisher; just in case.

Jazz ordered a pizza, but Danny didn't scarf it down as usual. He took his time and seemed to jump at every little sound. For this reason, Sam ate her salad in the living room, where she couldn't see her Danny scared half to death. Okay, so maybe he wasn't hers, but she liked to put a 'yet' on the end of that, even though she knew it would probably never happen.

Jazz and Sam spent most of that afternoon trying to calm Danny's nerves, because apparently, he thought Jack and Maddie were going to rip him apart quote unquote, "molecule by molecule."

At about 10:00, Danny finally fell asleep. Sam and Jazz sighed when they heard his breathing become slow and deep.

"Whew, I thought he was going to work himself into another fever." Sam said, yawning.

"Yeah, I was quite surprised he didn't make himself sick. Do you think you can carry him back upstairs without waking him?" Jazz asked, glancing down at the couch where Danny had fallen asleep watching TV. Sam smiled.

"I think I can, be right back!" She whispered, running down to the lab.

She came back up a minute later with one of the Fenton's new inventions.

"The Fenton Ghost Mover." She explained, holding the invention up.

"It's made to move ghosts without hurting them or jarring them in any way. I think Mrs. Fenton made it to keep the ghosts still while she experimented on them, but it'll work just fine for moving Danny." Jazz made a face at the experimentation thing. Sam saw this.

"Don't worry, as far as I know, they haven't ever caught a ghost; well, except for Danny, but he always gets away." Jazz smiled at her brother's evasiveness. He was pretty clever when it came to the ghost thing.

"Well, I think I'm going to turn in if you've got this covered. Goodnight!" And with one last look at the sleeping ghost and the puzzled Goth, Jazz ran up the stairs and into her room. Sam shrugged at the older girl's strange behavior and flipped the switch on the Fenton Ghost Mover. A blue beam came from it and enveloped Danny's sleeping form, lifting him a few inches off the couch as it did so. Sam smiled; the invention was working like a charm! She slowly maneuvered the head of the invention so as not to smash Danny into anything as she climbed the stairs.

Sam sighed in relief when Danny was lowered onto his bed and released from the blue beam; still asleep. She was just walking out of his room when the front door slammed open. Danny yelped and sat bolt upright.

"Jazz! We're home." Mrs. Fenton called.

"Yeah, and we still didn't find Danny." Mr. Fenton said. Sam turned to find that Danny was shaking again. Oh well, at least he's not invisible again. She thought calmly.

"Come on Danny, they're home." Sam said gently, holding out her hand to him. Danny gulped and took her hand tightly in his. He locked his jaw again and stood up out of bed. Sam led him down the stairs and stopped by the living room. She peeked around the doorway and found that Jazz was already there with Jack and Maddie, who both had unreadable expressions.

"Don't worry guys, I'm sure Danny's fine." Jazz was saying.

Sam took a deep breath and pulled Danny out into the living room. His eyes were wide with fear and he was shivering worse than ever. Jack and Maddie stared at their son for what seemed minutes before Maddie broke the silence.

"DANNY! You're safe!" She shouted, running to hug her son. Danny jumped at his mother's embrace.

"So you're not hunting me?" Danny asked. Maddie pulled away from Danny and looked into his scared eyes.

"Danny, how could we hunt our own son? You mean the world to us!" Maddie said. Tears of relief at finding her son were streaming down her face. Sam smiled at Danny and his family; she knew they'd accept him. Not wanting to barge in on their happiness and relief, she quietly slipped out the door.

"You mean you're not going to trap me in my sleep and run experiments on me either?" Danny asked hopefully, smiling now.

"Of course not, sweetie!" Maddie said, beside herself with happiness at Danny's return. Danny, however, was skeptical of his mother's answer. He looked around and saw proof of his hunch.

"Then why is Dad holding the Fenton Ghost Mover behind his back?" Maddie looked around and glared at her husband. She held out her hand and Jack gave the device to her, pouting.

"No experimenting on our son, Jack. And that's final." She said sternly. Danny couldn't help but smile. He was home and two of his hunters were now allies.

"Danny, would you like your father and I to help you fight the ghosts, or would you like to continue as you have been?" The question surprised Danny. He had been expecting them to pull a 'Jazz' on him and demand to help, but they were giving him a choice. They trusted him to know what to choose and it made him feel good.

"I think I'll handle the more powerful ghosts, because I've got the advantage of actually being a ghost, but you two could help with the weaker ones, like the Box Ghost, the Lunch Lady, and Klemper. That way I could study more and get better grades without letting Amity Park be destroyed." Danny said. It sure would be nice to take a break from fighting the Box Ghost every now and then. Maddie nodded and Jack blinked.

"Who are the Box Ghost, the Lunch Lady, and Klemper?" He asked. Danny smiled.

"Lucky for you guys, I've got all three of them in a Fenton Thermos upstairs. I'll go and get it." And with that he went ghost (it felt very awkward transforming in front of his parents) and flew through the ceiling to his room. He grabbed the Fenton Thermos containing the annoying ghosts and flew back through the floor and into the living room. He landed and pushed the release button on the thermos. All three ghosts were shot out of it. Danny floated a few feet over them, keeping the ghost containment device pointed at them lest they fly.

"Oh, so those are the ghosts you were talking about." Maddie said slowly.

"Yup," Danny said, sucking all three ghosts back into the Fenton Thermos. "I'm gonna go and put them back into the Ghost Zone before they get loose, but next time they get out of there, feel free to catch them." He said, smiling widely as he flew down into the lab to let the ghosts loose in the Ghost Zone. Maddie and Jack followed.

"So Danny, can you show us some of your powers?" Jack asked excitedly. Danny grinned and pushed the button for the Fenton Ghost Training Course that Sam and Tucker had helped him put together.

"Stand back!"

Wow, 14 pages not including Author's Notes. Anyway, there's chapter 7 for you! Hope ya liked! Oh, and just to let you know, I've got another little preview! If you don't want to read it, then don't. If you do, well you've brought your doom upon yourself! Muhahahahhahahahaha!

Danny stopped and turned to his best friend. "Hey, Sam?" She stopped too and looked up into his ice blue eyes. They were swimming with curiosity; not good. "Remember when you were trying to calm me down when I had to tell my parents about my ghost powers?" She nodded. "What were you going to tell me?" Sam froze. She looked away from Danny and thought for a moment before she made up her mind. "Danny, I've got a confession to make." She started, avoiding his eyes as best she could.

I've typed it before and I'll type it again, Muhahahahahhahaha! I'm so evil with those previews! But this one's not as evil as the last one, cuz everyone who knows what I write already knows what's gonna happen.:( Oh well, I'll just go ahead and leave you hanging for a few weeks. Just kidding! If I did that, a reader turned assassin would probably pay me a visit, huh? Anyway, until next update...

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