Hey all, Sparkling Patronus again! Once again, I apologize for the long wait, but it's been hard to find time to write with all of my school work. Anyways, thanks muchly for the reviews guys! I appreciate them every time. Well, here's the next chapter.

Tired. That was the only way to explain how Danny felt right now, physically and emotionally tired. Night had fallen some time ago, and Danny had just recently taken to the skies. After he, Sam and Tuck had gotten through the harder part of their…the only word he could think to call it was a confrontation…they'd begun to talk about other things. They'd told him about his family, and he found out that Jazz had decided to go to Stanford for college. It had all been extremely awkward to say the least.

Though his friends had tried to seem calm during the conversation they were having, he could tell that the pain he'd caused them still lingered, and it made it very hard to talk. Sam seemed broken, and though she tried to keep her emotions barricaded in like she usually did, she wasn't doing such a great job. Tucker on the other hand, seemed a bit aggravated at him, and even snapped at him a couple of times. Needless to say, he wouldn't exactly call it hanging out with his friends. Still, he was grateful, for he'd really needed to get some things off his chest, and that had provided the outlet. His friends were extremely tense, but he truly hoped they'd return to normal in time. He wouldn't be able to stand it if all their conversations were like their previous ones. Of course, all he could do was hope.

Now, having spent about three of the hardest hours of his life at Sam's house, he had taken to the air once more. Sam had actually offered that he stay at her house as long as he kept out of sight, but he had declined. He hadn't told her where he was going; just that he had some things he had to take care of. Strengthened by the fact that his friends now knew of his return, he was getting ready to confront his family. Obviously he was not going to do it tonight, for it was already late. However, he was going to sleep in his old room again. Heck, he'd sleep in the closet if he had to, but he was going to spend the night their and reveal himself to his parents tomorrow morning. He didn't know if he was going to tell them about his ghost half, but at the moment he was leaning toward keeping it secret. Just his return would be enough, but his return and the news that he had ghost powers? He didn't want to think about the results.

Coming to a halt, he looked down upon the house he'd visited twice since he'd returned to Amity. He knew he was taking a risk by doing this, and there was that chance that his parents might find him in the room, but right now he didn't care about that. He was tired, and he wasn't exactly thinking as clearly as he normally would. Right now he just wanted to go to sleep, there didn't even seem to be any danger in sleeping here.

Phasing into the room, he quickly checked his surroundings to make sure he was alone. He noticed that the room looked as spotless as it had the last time he'd been there, and it made him wonder how frequently his mom cleaned the room. Hopefully, she wouldn't decide to tidy up until after he woke up tomorrow.

Looking around the room through bleary eyes, he decided on a spot to sleep. There was a short distance between the far wall and his bed, just big enough to fit into. The only way to see him would be to look down at him from on top of the bed, otherwise he wasn't even noticeable. He also decided that he'd probably be able to maintain invisibility while asleep, so he allowed himself to disappear from sight. Feeling all the drowsier, he laid his head down on the carpet and practically passed out.

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Danny Fenton woke up the next morning, stretched, yawned…and looked up into the barrel of a rather large bazooka. Oops, looks like he was still beyond maintaining invisibility while asleep. Apparently his mother cleaned his room a lot more frequently than he had when he'd lived there, and she'd got a bit of a shock when she'd tried to vacuum under the bed.

Though his mind still felt like a bowl of overdone spaghetti, he knew how to react when waking up with a gun to his head. For this reason he promptly screamed and stumbled backwards onto his hands, which provoked a rather unfavorable reaction from his unknowing mother.

Looking back, his decision to sleep here didn't seem as good as it had last night. In fact, it really didn't seem like all that good of an idea at all. He marveled at how terribly his brain worked when it was sleep deprived and suddenly all of those Cs and Ds he'd received after nights of ghost hunting didn't seem like such a mystery. Either way, sitting there with the prospect of having his head blown off was just adding injury to insult. Hey, wasn't that supposed to go the other way around?

However, he didn't have much more time to think on the matter as the sound of his mother's voice coupled with the charging of an ectoblaster seemed to bring him back to an unpleasant sense of reality.

"What do you think you're you doing in my house?" demanded Maddie, a rather scary fire blazing in her eyes, "I thought we got rid of you a long time ago"

Danny had no idea how to respond to this, so he settled on the idea that it must have been a rhetorical question. Still, he was in a rather sticky situation. Looking up into his mother's eyes, he saw nothing but anger, and thought with some sadness that the first time he'd seen his mother in two years she was threatening to shoot him.

Anyway, the way he saw it he had two choices. He could either fly now and risk getting shot by his mother's impeccable aim, or he could sit there on the carpet and risk getting shot by his mother's impeccable aim. Tough choice.

However, before he could turn and fly off through the roof, his mother cocked the gun and said, "Come with me. Make and sudden moves and I'll shoot. I think you could actually be just what we need to further our research…"

Had he not been marveling at the fact that his head was not already splattered across the carpet, he would have felt his stomach drop into his lower intestines at the mention of being used for an experiment. He just couldn't catch a break lately could he? His stomach constricted slightly in the terror and unfairness of the moment. He hadn't wanted to confront his parents like this. Actually he wasn't exactly sure how he'd wanted to confront them, but he knew it wasn't like this at any rate! But now he didn't have a choice, and he knew he had to figure something out sooner than later if he didn't want his ghostly body parts removed with a scalpel.

Still saying nothing, he obediently got up and stood before his mother, who proceeded to handcuff his arms with some sort of bonds that he couldn't remove. His eyes widened, he hadn't expected to be bound. Still, better to see what she wanted with him if the chances were things would be safer this way.

Feeling something press into his back, he stumbled forward as his mom prodded him along with the muzzle of her gun. Down the stairs and into the kitchen he went, nearly stumbling down the stairs with his mother's rough 'encouragement'. Suddenly, as the kitchen table came into view, his heart skipped a beat. There, on the table was his backpack. The pack that held his pictures and the card that he'd searched frantically the night before. He must have left them in his room the first time he stopped at his house! Lord only knew how his parents reacted when they found that sitting in his room.

Still, he didn't have a view of the kitchen for too long, for as soon as he hesitated his mother jabbed his sharply in the back and he continued on his journey across the house. Next they descended another flight of stairs, this time down into the lab. Here he could see his father, turned away from them, prodding at something with a screwdriver from across the room. His heart constricted painfully.

He could hear his mother finally speak again as they neared the table where his father was working.

"Jack," she said anger evident in her voice, "You'll never guess what scum I found on the floor when I was cleaning Da-…when I was cleaning this morning!" Danny flinched as he heard his mother insult him, but he said nothing.

At the sound of his wife's voice, Jack spun around, and his eyes widened at the sight of the unexpected visitor in his basement.

"What on earth…. Where did he come from? I thought he'd left…" came his father's stunned reply as he looked Danny up and down. Then a bit too suddenly, he burst, "But Maddie! You've caught a ghost! This will further our research immensely! Strap him down to the lab table"

Danny's eyes widened as his parents took of the cuffs on his wrists and tried to force him onto the cold metal of the lab table. However, he put up no fight even as they strapped him down. He had to think fast. He couldn't reveal himself to his parents like this! But how on earth was he supposed to escape when he was bound to the table? These situations just got better and better.

OK, so there you have it. Danny's seen his parents for the first time. Well, hope you like it…I tried to be a little more humerous in this chapter, but I'm not sure how that worked out. Well anyways, please leave a review! I'd really appreciate it. I'll try to update soon!