EELPS! haha, it's splee spelt backwards…don't ask. Okay, so I found a few things out and it made me feel ashamed of myself and stupid. Kwan's name is spelt "K-W-A-N" not "Q-W-A-N". And Sam's parent's names are Jeremy and Pam. Apparently, I don't pay attention to the credits!¿. But hey, can you blame me? Just an honest mistake…

Now, I would have updated this sooner, but I was unconscious this whole week because dArkliTe-sPirit here shot me with the Fenton Bazooka…

Now, moving right along, let's talk fluff wise. SPLEE!

CAUTOIN…SPLOIERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN BEAUTY MARKED YET!

…poop, I lost the bet on there being a third fake-out-make-out : (. But hey! The linked arms! And he said he was hers! SPLEE!

Horselvr4evr123: Yeah, but I NEVER update! It's pretty much considered a miracle for me if I update in a week, one time I didn't update for a month. Craziness. And I'm glad I could make your day! YAY! Goodness indeed!

the sleep warrior: Aww, you always manage to force a smile on my face-I mean, put-not force…haha. I already had "Go and Yay" Too Good To Be True-Because it IS too good to be true! Haha, happy single's awareness day to you too! Although it's already come and gone…Ugh, some people have all the luck, you know? And the best couples are ALWAYS standing right next to each other, and they don't even realize it! (Rolls eyes at Danny and Sam) (pushes Sam into Danny) OH-who did that! Certainly not I ; )

leilanisangel: Aww…that's so nice. Haha, much appreciated, although this flattering is getting out of hand…are you people trying to kill me with love XD? Valentines day was last week! And THAT was bad enough. Everyone all giddy and acting all lovey dovey and what not. But I appreciate your review, nevertheless.

dArkliTe-sPirit: I've been shot…ow…wow, you can tell I'm in so much pain, ahaha. Wasn't the first time someone shot me with a Fenton Bazooka, and it certainly wont be the last! Haha-you think that part with Valerie was great-just read this chapter's part with Val!

SWEETNESS! Let's continue.

Chapter 11
Middle Of Nowhere

The Box Ghost floated in the air, a few feet out of reach of the ghost hunter's arms and raised an eyebrow at her. "Am I emotionally distressing you?"

Valerie sighed, cursing something to herself under her breath. "How could you tell?"

"Dunno," the ghost shrugged. "It just seemed pretty obvious, is all-"

"Just get in the damn soup container!" she shouted as she raised the Fenton thermos up to the ghost. And after finally pressing the capture button and watching the pest that had annoyed her so waste away to nothing, she sighed back against the brick wall behind her. "If I never see another ghost as long as I live, it'll be too soon." While she was busy muttering to herself, the ground began shaking and small pebbles clattered against the soil. And as she finally stared down at the ground in confusion, a green sword had burst up from under the dirt, and the clouds began to turn black as lightening struck every corner of town. As soon as the blade had made its way through the dirt, a gray hand struggled to pull itself to its feet and a knight appeared, wreathed in flame and you could only see the green of his eyes through his helmet. He picked up his sword from the ground and held up his fists triumphantly in the air.

"FREE!" He cried. "At last! For the destruction of my king-and my realm-this city shall fall to it's knees at the hands of the Fright Kni-"

"Oh don't you dare!" Valerie interrupted as she poked him back. "Just shut up!"

The knight became enraged. "How dare you lay a hand on me you insignificant-"

"No-Just shut up!" Valerie shouted at him. "Just shut the fuck up!"

"But I-"

"No, listen to me!" she demanded. The Fright Knight went silent. "I have been out here-almost all day, sitting with freaken' Box Man! And if you think that you're just gonna come up here and enslave the human race-you better get your ass in the thermos before I use that helmet of yours as a soup bowl!"

"But-"

Valerie put up her hand. "Thermos!" she told him.

The knight jumped back, holding up his hands in his defense and trying not to enhance the wrath of the ghost hunter any higher than it already was. "Alright! I'll go!" he groaned as he pressed the capture button on himself. And with a flash of blue light, he was gone, and the clouds returned back to normal as the ground caved back into place. Valerie closed the cover tightly on the thermos as a satisfied smirk stretched across her face.

"…boo-yah,"

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On the windowsill of Danny's room, a crow was perched happily, looking up into the lilac eyes of the girl who strung the bandages around it's wings. It gave off not so much of a caw, but more of a thankful chirp as it struggled to jump onto her finger. She smiled as she patted it's head and turned to Tucker, who was busy fidgeting with his P.D.A.

"He will be able to fly again, right?" she asked hopefully.

Tucker nodded. "He won't be flying for a while though, but it doesn't look like he's permanently damaged,"

Sam laughed slightly as the bird nibbled on her finger. "Well, broken wings or not, it's still as cute as hell." Tucker motioned to the door as Jazz sauntered into her younger brother's room and slouched down on the bed.

Tucker kicked up an eyebrow. "Nothing?"

"Nothing," she replied dryly.

"Well, at least we have the crow," Tucker reminded her. "Maybe he left it as a clue,"

"Oh, yeah," Jazz responded sarcastically. "And maybe a flying car came and Danny went to go become a wizard,"

"I'm serious," Tucker debated. "Maybe it can lead us to him,"

Jazz rubbed her chin in thought. "Wait…are you suggesting we tie a note to it's ankle and have it carry a message to him?"

Sam took the bird and held it to her chest, protecting it from Tucker and Jazz. "Oh no you don't!" she warned them. "No way am I gonna let you exploit this innocent creature as some sort of…carrier pigeon!"

"Well of course they're not," a voice came from the door. The three teenagers turned to the bedroom door to see Mr. Fenton standing there with the Fenton Bazooka tucked under his arms. "It's a crow, not a pigeon. And with it's busted wings, I doubt it'll even be able to jump, never mind fly," and with that comment, he left the three of them alone and continued down the hall. Jazz sighed and Sam continued petting the crow's head.

"Oh, come on you guys," Tucker groaned. "It's Danny we're talking about here. I'm sure wherever he is, he's fine,"

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Sitting on the sidewalk in downtown Amity Park, Danny swished his feet around in the dirt as he held his knees against his chest. His jeans were beginning to look worn out and he smelt like old Axe spray. He glanced over to the bench next to him where an old man was sitting, starring at the cars rushing by him. His dog sat next to him scratched his ear and shook his head as he got up and walked past Danny, his tongue hanging out the side of it's mouth. Danny opened his mouth and then closed it, a little uncertain if he should say something.

"Uh…I think you're dog just ran away," he finally blurted out. He quickly covered his mouth, just starting to realize how loud he was talking.

The old man chuckled to himself slightly and scratched his beard. "He'll come back," he said, still not taking his eyes off the traffic. The old man raised his cane and pointed towards Danny. "You know you can sit on the bench, right?" Danny nodded, standing up and making his way over to the bench and sitting next to the old man. He fidgeted with his finger, not sure exactly what to say. He noticed that there was an old fashioned hat sitting on the old man's his lap. But the old man made no sign that he knew of the hat's existence or Danny's until he laughed again. "This awkward?"

Danny bit his lower lip and nodded again. "Your dog always run off?"

The man shook his head. "Never has,"

"He never has?" Danny kicked up an eyebrow. "Well…then how do you know he'll come back?"

The old man rubbed his chin. "Sometimes, you just know," he told the boy. "So…how do plan on solving it?"

Danny raised and eyebrow, a bit startled by his question. "Solve what?"

"You're problem," he said plainly.

"Problem-no, I don't have a problem,"

The old man raised an eyebrow. "You don't have a problem?"

"That's what I said-"

"Oh really?" He said, not at all convinced as he turned to face Danny. "Think about it. You're sitting on a bench, with a crazy old man, having a conversation in the middle of nowhere,"

Danny shrugged. "So what? Maybe I just felt like coming out here,"

"Sure," the old man laughed as he folded his arms. Danny ignored him and looked out at the cars. "You can ignore me all you want, but it's not gonna solve anything,"

Danny rolled his eyes. "What do you want anyway?"

The old man held up his finger. "Wrong question," Danny decided to ignore him and started to get up from his seat. "I wouldn't stand there if I were you," The old man warned him.

The raven-haired boy folded his hands. "Why not?" The old man didn't answer him at first, he just sort of smiled as he looked up. Danny raised an eyebrow at him, and then without warning, white and black gunt fell from the sky and landed on his shoulder. Danny narrowed his eyes, trying to pretend it wasn't there. "…shit," The old man almost looked as if he was about to burst out into laughter as Danny sat back down on the bench, flicking the bird poop off of him. "Why didn't you tell me that was coming?"

The old man shrugged, facing Danny and showing his yellow teeth as he grinned. "I could have gotten up and pushed you out of the way. But, hey, we can't all be Superman like you, can we?" Danny gulped. 'Who is this guy?' he thought as the old man went back to starring at the road.

"Why do you keep doing that?"

"Look straight ahead, son," he told Danny. He looked in front of him, but all he saw was bustling cars. He shook his head.

"I don't see anything,"

The old man grinned again. He held up his cane and pointed forward. "Look past the cars," he said. Danny did what he was told, and saw a young man, walking out of one of the building and a girl around his age, walking down the same street. A devilish grin stretched across the old man's face. "Now…hand me a rock," he told Danny. He hesitated a moment and looked down at his feet where a gray stone sat. "Come on, boy, we don't have all day," Danny bent down and handed the old man the rock. He fidgeted it in his hands a moment and then chucked the rock across the street. Danny's eyes widened, he thought for sure it was going to hit a car, but it didn't. It kept going until it hit the girl's purse and it fell to the ground. The man Danny had seen rushed over to her and bent down, handing the girl the purse. The two of them stood there for a moment, starring into each others eyes and having quite the awkward moment. The old man smirked as he folded his hands, looking quite satisfied with himself. "You see those two, kid?"

Danny nodded. "Yeah,"

"Their names are Tom, and Nicole. A week from today, those two will be going out, and if you sit on this bench at the exact time it is now, you'll see the two of them walking down the street together. And it's all because I threw that old rock," he laughed and turned to face Danny. "Fate, or coincidence?"

"…What does that have to do with anything?" Danny asked, still confused.

The old man starred back at the road. "It means that even the smallest things-like a rock for example-can have the greatest effect on anything…just like how a certain teenager's curiosity can form a monster,"

Danny shot a look at him. "What did you say?"

"That's not important. What is important, is that I am here, to help you with your problem," the old man finally told him. Danny looked down at the ground, laughing to himself as he shook his head. "Don't shake your head at me, boy," he warned. Danny whipped the smirk off his face and looked at the stranger.

"Why are you talking to me?"

"In about a week or so, you're going to come across a choice," he explained. "Two choices, to be exact, and you're gonna need to know which one to choose. Now, do me a favor…When the time comes when you must choose a choice…don't pick the stupid one,"

"Uh…which one's the stupid one?" he asked.

The old man stood up and grabbed his cane. "The first and the second one," Danny raised an eyebrow, quite bewilder by what he had said. The old man grabbed his hat and was just about to leave when Danny had put up his hand.

"Wait!" he said. "Who are you?"

The old man smiled as he put on his hat. "My name is Al Richards…and I am the author of Ghosts and Philosophy." Danny starred at him, not saying a word. But you could tell by the expression on his face that he was shocked. The old man pointed across the street to a different building. In big letters, it had the words 'Amity Apartments' written above the door. "You ever been there?"

Danny shook his head. "Truthfully, I don't ever remember seeing that in my entire life,"

The older man burst out into laughter as he walked down the street into the direction his dog had ran away. "Oh, you won't forget it tonight, believe me!" Danny stood up as he watched the old man walk away. He sighed and looked over at the building the old man had pointed to and rubbed his chin.

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As night approached and the town was quickly covered in darkness, Valerie began soaring her glider back towards home. There was a grimace on her face, and if someone was to go up to her say the word "box", she'd probably gagged them to death. 'Maybe this is why Danny's always in such a bitchy mood,' she thought to herself. But her own thoughts came to a halt as an unmistakable sent filled the air: smoke. She quickly spun her glider around and continued following the sent until she saw gray puff's of smoke shooting up from the apartment building that was on fire. People were running out in horror and confusion, and Valerie watched as the Amity Apartment sign was burnt to nothing and fell to the ground. And because of this distraction…she never seemed to noticed Danny standing in the dark alleyway, smirking as he put up his gray sweatshirt hood and disappeared back into the night.

Ha, I love that crazy old man! He knew! Oh god, he KNEW he was gonna set the building on fire. Bet'cha didn't see THAT one coming. Or maybe you did and I'm just stupid. (shrugs) wouldn't be the first time…Well, perhap's I'll see you in about a week or so. Woots and cookies for the reviewers!..no hugs...human contact...kills...(Shutters)

-I Brake For Ghost