OMG! How many mistakes will I make! I can't seem to think strait anymore! Well, anyway. I skipped a vital chapter. Chapter 6. And now, I have to ask you guys to take a step back in your minds. This might make the next chappy much more sensible. Thank you to Lupe191919! Thanx! Cuz otherwise, the story makes no sense!

CHAPTER 6- Getting the hunch

When we back in the house, Maddie started to make dinner, and I went down to the lab to try out a new invention, but as Maddie had to wait for the soup to sit, she called me up for a talk, we obviously both needed to talk things out.

"Something is wrong here," She started, as we sat down on the couch.

"But how?" I continued for her, "How does he do it?"

"Why didn't he attack us?" She thought out loud. We stayed there for a few moments in silence, our own thoughts taking up full brain capacity. Jazz came in and noticed our odd disposition.

"Mom, Dad?" She addressed us. We looked up, parting from our deep concentration. "What are you guys doing?"

"We just had a chat with the ghost boy, and…" I cut myself off. "Hey, you were the one who stopped us from attacking!" I recalled.

"Hey! You were!" Maddie realized.

"Um…" She backed up. "Well, one time, he um… saved me, and you know how I've been trying to convince you guys that he might not be evil, and so… I, um, talked with him recently, and, um, we sort of planned it." I looked at her, but other than stuttering, she seemed completely honest. She was actually telling the truth.

"You mean to say that you actually have ties with the ghost boy and you didn't even tell us!" Maddie almost yelled, her face turning red.

"Um… yea," she said, looking down, and kicking the carpet.

"Does Danny know?" I asked. I knew they were rather close lately.

"Um…" She stumbled again, looking extremely indecisive. "Yea." She concluded. If Maddie was pink before, she was absolutely blood red now.

"Daniel James Fenton!" She screamed. You could hear something heavy drop to the ground from upstairs, and then a very annoyed call of:

"Ye-es!" coming back down to our ears.

"Come down here right now!" I looked to Maddie, I wanted to calm her down, but last time she was this mad… well, I knew it best not to get on her bad side. Danny ran down the stairs, sliding a little at the bottom, before rushing to the living room, and standing strait right next to Jazz. "Why didn't you tell us you had ties with Phantom!" She screamed at them. Then she was silenced showing she was actually waiting for an answer.

"Really, it was as if I hardly knew I did," Danny said, looking to Jazz with his eyebrows lowered, and his look, disapproving.

"Why didn't you tell us anything!" She yelled, the color of her face receding just a little. She stopped, waiting once again.

"We knew you guys wouldn't listen," Jazz reasoned.

"That's better than lying to us!" She yelled, her color receding a tad more.

"We're sorry," Jazz said quietly. Now Maddie wasn't so red anymore. She sat down and lay on my shoulder.

"It's okay," she said in a tired voice, that was completely opposite from the tone she had just a minute ago. "Just sit down and tell me all you know about the ghost boy. I trust you will tell me the truth," She said, her voice still tired and on a slight monotone. At her saying this, I swear I could see Danny's eye twitch a couple times before he sat down in front of us with Jazz.

"Alright…" Maddie began, "Start telling." They looked at each other with worried expressions.

"Well, I don't really know much about him. Just that he's a cool dude who protects the town… I guess?" He said in an undecided tone. He looked at Jazz.

"Well, he's a um… an um…" She stumbled, "He saved me, and I watched him fight other ghosts…" Maddie's expression turned to worry, so Jazz decided to add: "From a safe distance…" And then continued with tripping over her words, "And He's um… a great guy… who… loves the city?" She said. For some reason, she seemed to point her questioning tone at Danny. Danny smiled nervously.

"That's it?" I asked. "Don't you at least know where he goes so that we can't find him?"

"No…" Danny muttered.

"Alright, that's all then, just be warned about messing with ghosts," She admonished. "Now go up to bed." I thought I heard Danny mutter something about irony under his breath while he walked away, but it must have been my imagination.

That night, I went to bed, only to be woken up by Maddie.

"We have to watch that tape!" She said in a worried, yet excited manner. I rolled over, half asleep.

"But teddy doesn't want to," I said, using the stuffed bear I was hugging as an excuse.

"Oh, grow up and c'mon," She said, pulling the covers off me. I groaned and after a couple tries, managed to get up. I rubbed my eyes. Quietly, Maddie snuck into the room and looked for the DVD. I stood outside the door and waited. I couldn't 'sneak around' very easily. Once she was out, she showed me the DVD, and we quietly went downstairs and slipped it into the DVD player. We watched with open mouths as we saw our son do things we didn't even think were possible. Walking up walls to do a back flip and hit the floor in a Spiderman squat. Jump about five feet up, and stick between the walls with his legs. It was full of endless surprises; and at the end, his final level was seventy. I looked at Maddie, my jaw still hanging loosely in shock. She looked at me in the same manner.

"I've only ever gotten up to level sixty-five…" she confessed under her breath.

"How do you learn something like that?" I asked myself. However, Maddie answered.

"I… Don't know…" We were silent, and slowly, we drifted away, exhausted by the many events that went on that day, we fell asleep peacefully, together on the couch.

The next day, I went right to work on a tracking device. The next time I found Phantom, I was going to be prepared to get at least one of my question answered, select from the many I thought would never get answered. And so, after a normal day of hardly any food, or sleep, I finally finished my invention; and just in time for a surprise; because that very afternoon, as I was showing the invention off to my wife, we got a ghost warning from Casper High. I quickly took up the Fenton bazooka, my wife by my side. We were soon at our children's school, where everyone was outside in an orderly fashion.

The first thing we did was making sure our kids were all right.

"Jazz!" Maddie said, grabbing her shoulders tightly. "Where's Danny!" She looked to us in a worried sort of way.

"Umm… ask Sam and Tucker," She said quickly. So without delay, we searched through the crowd to find Sam and Tucker. We finally found them on the other side of the yard.

"Sam, Tucker, Where's Danny?" Maddie said with exhaustion. We had rushed all this way. They both took a quick glance at the building before returning their attention to us. "He went to the bathroom," Tucker said, referring to Danny's excuse for skipping class, and pointing to the building.

"In there!" Maddie shrieked with worry. They nodded, and she instantly pulled me to the school.

As we entered the building, we immediately saw the problem. There was a ghost fight in the entrance hall between a chubby, blue ghost, (who was controlling the lockers,) and none other than Danny Phantom. I quickly flicked the homing chip on Phantom before making my presence noticed.

"Get lost ghost fiend!" I said, pointing the bazooka at the chubby, blue ghost. The ghost just said:

"Beware!" and sped off. Leaving the lockers to drop on the floor. I blinked before giving a disappointed:

"Awww…" and slumped away. I was almost out the door, Maddie patting me on the back, when the ghost boy's one word was heard.

"Thanks," He said. I smiled and turned around to reply, but no one was there anymore. Then I remembered Danny. I ran to the bathroom, and burst in, but a flash of light blinded me for a moment as I made my appearance.

"Danny! Are you okay? What was that flash?" Danny peered out of the bathroom stall.

"What flash?" He asked, seeming oblivious.

"That blinding flash that made everything white for a second."

"I don't know what your talking about… have you seen an eye doctor lately?" I sighed, and put my hand on his shoulder. I had to shrug this off for now, but later, I needed it vivid and fresh in my mind.

"Never mind," I said softly.