Yaay chapter two!

This is also written in someone else's POV...so beware...hah!

More is coming soon. I just had to write the second chapter...this is too much of a fun story to forget about...hahaha! Thanks again Kitten (who I have found out is Phantom2B! -gasps-

Oh...thanks for the reviews guys. :3 And to the person who begged me to continue; I don't cancel out on my stories unless their reaal bad or innapropriate. And I think this is an okay FF, and it's not that bad.

And yes, Kitten, I make them curse. -rolls eyes and laughs happily-

TOAST WUFFS YOU ALL!

Disclaimer: She dun own DP. Wah.

Enjoy!

"Danny," someone called through the mist, his voice soft and almost lyrical in the dregs of sleep. "Lancer will kick your ass if he catches you asleep again," the voice said again, sounding harsher as the veil lifted from Danny's mind.

Danny slowly opened his eyes, sleep causing them to stick together slightly. He rubbed his eyes lazily and brought his head up. He couldn't have been sleeping for more than two minutes; he didn't even remember putting his head down. Mr. Lancer was writing on the board, his back turned to the class. He was droning on about something that Danny (as well as the rest of the class) didn't necessarily care about. Danny doubted Mr. Lancer knew—or even cared about that fact.

"Thanks for waking me up, Tuck," he yawned as he raised his hands over his head slightly to stretch out the sleep-ridden muscles. Looking down to his copy of 'Salems Lot, he realized, a little revolted, that he had drooled all over it. Ew. He grabbed a tissue from his pocket (his parents made him carry tissues) and wiped off the most he could get off. Sam smirked as Tucker tried to suppress his bursting giggle.

"What was Ben Mears thinking when he drove into 'Salems Lot and saw the Marsten House in 'Salems Lot?" Mr. Lancer asked as he turned around and tapped the board with the back of his knuckles. No hands shot up in excitement to answer the question; everyone was bored to tears.

"How many of you actually read the assignment I gave you?" Lancer asked, his eyes narrowing into slits. Sam raised her hand lazily, as well as a group of kids scattered around the room. Mr. Lancer sighed and turned to Sam, a bit of shock on his face.

"You read it, Ms. Manson?"

"Not last night," Sam replied as if she were bored with him. "I read it in sixth grade when I was into Stephen King."

Lancer pursed his lips but ignored that. "Do you remember what he was thinking?"

Sam nodded, her soft eyes down on her paper as she doodled absently. Mr. Lancer glared at her. "Are you going to tell us?"

She shook her head. Mr. Lancer sighed angrily and turned to another kid—one of the nerds—and asked him. Danny turned Mr. Lancer and his boring discussion on 'Salems Lot off, going back to the fight he had had the night before.

It was horrid. It wasn't with any ghosts, surprisingly; his parents saw the Ghost Boy and started shooting him down as if they were hunters and had found a rare bird. Danny dodged and dived, trying not to shoot them back but, after all, he did have to defend himself—they started the damn fight. By an extra lucky shot from Maddie, they had hit him in the chest and it took all of Danny's strength to keep consciousness as well as retaining his ghost form. He had forced himself to go intangible during the long spiral down (it was too much to try to fly away), so Maddie and Jack couldn't find him.

Sam looked over at Danny and put a reassuring hand on his forearm. "Rough night?" she mouthed. Danny nodded tiredly, staring at his copy of 'Salems Lot but not actually seeing it. Danny could see out of the corner of his eye Sam sigh heavily and continue doodling tiny versions of Skulker and Ember across her notebook. Tucker was playing games on his PDA under the table.

The class dragged on, but as it always did, the class finally ended. It was the last class of the day, so Danny trudged to his locker as if walking through a field of mud. He opened it and threw in his lab, math, and social studies books in his backpack lazily. He zipped up his backpack and threw it over his shoulder. He walked towards Sam's locker, where Tucker was waiting, clicking at his PDA as usual.

"What do you guys wanna do this weekend?" Sam asked. After all, it was a Friday. Tucker shrugged. Danny let his eyes fall to the ground slightly, not really wanting to do anything but mope around the house. The three started walking, combat boots covering the slight steps of tennis shoes. Sam turned around to walk backwards once they got out of the school, looking at her two friends intently.

Sam sighed and glared at her two friends. "Movie fest at my place?"

Tucker shrugged. Danny didn't respond. "Okay. Then we're having a movie fest. What's wrong with you guys?"

"Tired," Tucker responded simply. Danny didn't say anything. There was nothing wrong, really. He was just…worried? Stressed? Something along those lines. He did need to get out of the house, though; his parents were working ferociously on figuring out a way to catch the Ghost Boy or see a ghost when they're intangible. Thanks to Danny's disappearing act.

He scowled as he realized this, causing Sam to flinch. "What? Did I say something wrong?"

"No," Danny sighed. He looked up, and seeing the expectant looks on Tucker and Sam's faces, he told them about his fight with his parents. They frowned sympathetically, but they couldn't really do anything. The fight was Danny's.

"Well, boys," Sam said, trying to cheer the two up. "Pack your bags as soon as you get home and get your butts over here." She turned onto her stoop and waved at them. Tucker waved back as Danny nodded, watching her disappear into her house.

Tucker rounded a corner towards his house. "See you later, Danny," he called out, turning to walk backwards just as Sam had done earlier.

"See you soon," Danny called out, walking towards the huge "Fenton Works" sign that had embarrassed him since birth.

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Valerie pulled herself up, ignoring her screaming muscles around her knees. She forced herself to stay in a half-sit position, yelling at her hands if they tried to reach out desperately for the bar. After a long and painful five seconds, she let herself down again, swinging slightly, only to repeat the process. She needed the strength to fight ghosts…especially that damn Danny Phantom.

I still have trig homework, she thought miserably as she pulled herself back up and waited an excruciating seven seconds before letting her torso swing downwards once more. She would be worrying more about her father coming home and yelling at her for trying to 'kill' herself by hunting ghosts, but he was at work—as usual—and wouldn't be home until much after Valerie's shift. That was a fact that made her happy.

She let her eyes linger towards her walls as she extended the seven seconds to eight seconds. Thumb tacks and tape held up articles on Danny Phantom—as well as pictures taken by random people and, of course, herself. Quite a few of the articles were recent, on how "Danny Phantom saved Amity Park yet again," or "Phantom saved a cat from a tree!" Those articles sickened Valerie. How could anyone think Phantom was good when he had totally killed her social life and was a flipping ghost? She didn't get it. They rambled on and on how Danny Phantom was "the town's savior" and how "he helped people so much," but he was dead. And another thing bothered her immensely; why the hell was he helping Amity Park?

It could be because so many ghosts were let out there—but they had Maddie, Jack, and of course her to save them. They didn't need Phantom, in Valerie's eyes. Phantom was crossing the line by actually trying to save the town instead of killing it. It was so unlike ghost behavior it scared Valerie. It made her feel as if he had a very sinister plot up his sleeve, and he was going to unleash it sooner than anyone thought.

Scowling, she breathed heavily as she let herself fall after her ten second hold. Her goal was to get to fifteen; then she would slowly go down again, all the way until she was bringing herself up as quickly as she could do a one-handed pushup.

Phantom didn't make any sense to her. Ghosts just didn't save towns. It wasn't their nature! They were so bitter towards humans for killing them or letting them die—the ones that attacked, at least—but none of them would be crazy enough to save humans. Even the nicest of ghosts didn't do that, Valerie was sure. She had never met any ghosts other than crazy ones and Phantom, but she had to suspect there were a few—like a smattering of pepper thrown in a bucket of salt—that weren't evil.

So what was Phantom's big dilemma? The good ghosts that were sure to be alive as ghostly means meant never tried to save them. It was just Phantom, Maddie and Jack, and her. Maybe Sam and Tucker would be found along side Phantom—that fact made her gag—but that was it.

Obviously something about Phantom's past life had made him want to help humans. But Valerie just couldn't figure it out!

Humans and ghosts don't mix, she thought bitterly. So why was Danny Phantom mixing with humans by saving them? And why did Sam and Tucker like him? It was so confusing, it made Valerie want to rip her hair out.

Holding her body for fifteen seconds, she let herself sigh heavily as she wiped the perspiration from her forehead. She slowly worked downwards, going to fourteen seconds and then thirteen. Her mind, as usual, was still on ghosts.

Phantom…Danny Phantom…DP…Phantom…

The name. So similar to Danny Fenton's. Was it possible that they knew each other? Or was it possible that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom?

Valerie slapped herself mentally, growling at herself. How could she have thought that? Danny was a nice kid; not her type exactly, but still a nice kid. It was unfair of her to think Danny was a ghost. Besides, Danny wasn't dead. Or at least Valerie hoped he wasn't dead…

Brushing the thought aside quickly, she somersaulted backwards off the bar and fell into a pushup position. She pulled one hand behind her back and forced herself to do forty pushups; a feat that would be very easy.

Her mind was again on Danny Phantom. She wanted to find him, attack him, and question him. But she wasn't strong enough yet. She knew that, too. In order to fight a ghost, one had to be as strong as that ghost; and Danny Phantom was very strong.

Growling, she got into the sit up position and did two hundred, rapid fire. Her hair flew around in a frenzy as she moved quickly, not even in pain; she never actually began to feel tired until her one hundredth sit up…or something around there. Sit up's were her easiest exercise.

I'm going to find you, Danny Phantom, Valerie swore, her face set into a deep grimace. I'm going to find you and ask you everything I want to know.

Once she was done (she was panting slightly), she got up to see if anyone had called or come to visit—not that she believed anyone did. She had lost all of her friends when Danny Phantom made her father lose her job.

But, a surprise was waiting outside the door; a package. It was addressed to her, and her heart fluttered slightly. She hoped desperately it was a package from Vlad, the strange man who had given her all of her ghost hunting equipment as well as her bar. She ran a knife around the taped edges and smiled at what she saw.

It was a new hover board, equipped with a new weapon; it looked like a laser-zapper. She couldn't wait to try it out.

Under the hover board laid a note. She picked it up, curious, and scanned it, her face deepening into a frown.

Valerie Gray—

It is my wish to inform you that there is a species of ghost that is not just ghost, but is also human. It is rare—very, very rare to be exact—but it does happen. Their DNA becomes mixed with ghost DNA, causing them to, if you wish to put it this way, half-die. They are alive, yet dead. It may sound like their more vampires than ghosts, but they are what we call "Halfa's." It's a very rare occurrence (as mentioned), but we believe Danny Phantom may be one. If you can figure out whom he was—is—it would help you immensely.

Valerie, I know you are strong enough to find out. Muster all of your courage and find out.

Sincerely,

You're friend,

Vlad Masters

Valerie dropped the letter in shock. Half human…half ghost? How was that possible? It made her head spin, trying to comprehend that there were people who could be half alive and half dead.

She rested her head in her hands and moaned audibly.

Hugging the board tightly, she sat on her bed and stared at the laser. Now that she was looking at it, it looked like it sent shocks. What did the shocks do?

Deciding Vlad's letter might say something else, she flipped it over. Sure enough, written in small block letters, was the answer she wanted.

New weapon; shortens out ghost powers and causes ghosts to become immobile; or in the case of Halfa's, it morphs them into their human form again.

She clung to the letter, her face paling as she realized what Vlad wanted her to do.