Author's Notes: This is where the dramatic stuff arises. Jack also does something really stupid. You'll like it. Even though it's short.


Chapter IV

Government Property

"Danny…" My Mom said quietly, almost crying.

She lifted her hood to show her face. My mom's lilac eyes were drenched in her tears. She placed her hand upon my cheek and stroked it. Her hand made my nerves feel a soothing sensation for a moment. My mother moved her hand from there to my right arm, moving it up and down to examine my body build.

"Might I ask why you're doing that?" I asked cringing a bit.

"Y-you…you can't be…" She shuddered. "Danny is alive, not dead."

"Maddie…" My father said placing his massive hand on her shoulder. "Don't you think you're being a bit delusional? Wow…I didn't even know I knew that word."

"No I'm not," My mother said as she wiped a tear from her eye. "It's just...Danny's been acting so odd, and it's been like that since the accident...and I don't know-"

"No! NO I'm not your son!"

My father picked up the Fenton Snatcher and pressed the bright yellow button, shocking me brutally. I let out a shrill cry for help.

I couldn't believe this was happening. Sam, Tucker, they both tried to warn me. They tried to stop me from leaving, but I didn't listen. Why didn't I? What was going to happen now?

"Um..." I said, getting their attention. My voice was hoarse form the electrical shock. "I think I might know why your son is acting weird..."

"I should not have said that."

"You know him?" My mother asked her voice high.

"Er...no...yeah...um...sorta..." I stammered, my eyes darting every which way. "Actually..."

I groaned and move my eyes away from my mother who was gazing at me with fear. "No more." I muttered to the ground. "Please, no more torture, no more questions. I can't take it anymore! Just let me go!"

Suddenly, I felt a trickle down my cheeks. Tears. I, a fourteen year old boy, was tortured until I cried! I snapped my head back up, revealing my tears. My mother gasped and put her hand over her mouth. My father dropped the weapon to the ground. It clattered, letting out a massive beep that echoed through the lab.

My mother's eyes turned away from me to my father. "Jack, honey, what was that?"

My father's eyes widened. "Uh...uh oh."

My mother looked back to see the weapon, her hands flew to her mouth.

"JACK!" She shrieked. I turned my head to see the weapon had landed on all of the buttons. "We haven't tested all the buttons!"

My eyes widened as I let out a yelp. It seemed as if two seconds took three hours to pass as I awaited the pain. Then it hit me. The pain was too intense for me to move. All I could do was sit in the wooden chair and feel the hurt surge through my young body. My screams boomed throughout the lab alerting my parents to take action.

"Hurry up we got to get these ropes off of him!" My mom commanded.

"But…but…he's a ghost. He can't die." My dad said childishly.

"He's not just a ghost, now do as I say and help me!"

"I'm on it baby!"

They tugged and pulled at the ropes, attempting to set me free. I didn't know how much longer I could hold on to consciousness, but I was loosing reality by the second.

"That's it!" My mother hollered. "Now get the ropes of him!"

I felt the robes brush against my ankles. I was free! My head, however, was spinning uncontrollably, and I was unable to sustain the pressure of sitting up. I felt my body droop to the floor, my legs and arms sprawled out. I tried to open my eyes, but it was too hard.

"Danny!" My mom said coming up to me and shaking my body. "Danny! Can you hear me? Danny?"


What seemed like days later, but in the future I knew it was only a few hours, I awoke lying on my backside on the living room sofa. My mother was quietly ruffling my hair sitting in a chair that came from the kitchen. I still could feel small bits of pain, but the rest made most of the hurt go away. With a bit of a groan, I attempted to sit up and stretch, but my mom motioned me to continue lying down.

She cooed, "You need to lie down a bit longer."

I looked over at her, eyes dropping, to see her smiling at me. I returned her smile. A shock of worry suddenly overcame me and I shot up. I stared down at my outfit, expecting to see my normal white shirt and denim blue jeans, but instead i say the black and white jump suit. Relief swept over me. I was able to keep my ghost form intact.

"Why are you so jumpy?" My mother asked, stifling a laugh.

I turned back to her in the same startled manner, making her laugh escape. I knew I was being paranoid, but this was too extreme.

"N-no reason," I said, blush creeping up onto my cheeks.

"How long was I asleep?" I asked as I yawned.

She glanced over at the ticking clock reading 9:42. "Oh, I'd say about three hours."

I raised my arms up stretching my back, as i chuckled. "I've pass out longer before"

My mother took a deep breath, placing her hand on my shoulder. "Can I ask you something?"

"Depends..." I said in a boyish tone. "I'll answer if I want to."

"Okay then..." My mother said slowly. With a hesitant look on her face, she tried to muster up the strength to ask her question. "Are you..." My mom choked, turning her head away.

"Am I what?" I said impatiently.

Letting out another sigh, she looked back at me and said, "Are you really a ghost?"

"Kinda yes..." I mumbled "and kinda no."

"What do you mean by kinda no?" She asked raising an eyebrow.

I stood myself up and positioned myself in the middle of the room. I turned back to my mom, who was still confused. "I am a ghost." I said to her. "But not entirely."

"I...I'm still not following you." My mother replied.

"It's easier to show then to say."

I softly closed my eyes as the bright neon blue ring that I had used so very often appeared at my belt's height. It split in half horizontally, changing me from the ghost to boy in a few mere seconds. I caught my mother's eye with my crystal blue ones that were easily recognized underneath my solid, long, raven black hair.

My mother's gaze rested upon me for the eternity of a second, her hand softly touching her lips. Her eyes welled with tears as I remained in my spot, not shifting a muscle.

She lowered her head in shock. "Oh my God."

My mother began to breathe hard, muttering the word 'no' under her breath over and over again. Covering both of her eyes with her hands, she began to sob, although I was unaware why. I became concerned, and walked back to the couch to comfort her.

"Mom…why are you crying?" I asked placing my hand on her shoulder.

"I…I…" My mother sobbed uncontrollably. "I…c-cant…believe I t-tried…to d-de…destroy… my o-own…s-son."

"Oh, mom, don't cry. Please? It's not your fault. It's mine! I'm the one who went into the Fenton Portal." I said caressing her lightly.

"Danny… h-how…could you…keep this f-from…us?" My mother asked still crying

"You know why I did," I replied, patting her back softly. "I was afraid that you might do something to me. I thought you and Dad would...would run tests or something. Maybe even reject me." The words poured out of my mouth nearly as fast as the tear that was running down my cheek. My voice seemed like a frog's due to lack of energy.

She brought her head back up and wiped her tears with the back of her hand. I tilted my head as she gazed into my eyes, as if to ensure that she wasn't dreaming this. My mother jumped slightly and flung her arms around me, returning my hug.

"Danny, how could you ever think that!" My mother asked partially ceasing her cries.

"I…" I started to say.

"Maddie, Maddie, Maddie!" My father shouted as if he were a young child. He ran into the living room, shaking the ground beneath our feet. Stepping in front of us, he jumped up and down nearly causing an earthquake

"Dear, we were in the middle of something, can't it wait?" My mom questioned, frightened from my fathers childish actions.

"Nope, it can't," He answered quickly with a grin. "Remember them government ghost researchers that pestered us to join up years ago?"

"Sort of..." My mother said scratching her head.

"Well, I called them up, the GRC, and told them about how we had the ghost boy. The guy on the phone said he heard alot about him and wanted to take him off our hands." My father said continuously, his face becoming redder from lack of air. "First i said no, but he offered us five million bucks! So they're coming to take him tomorrow, and we're gonna be rich!" My dad concluded gasping for air. Both I and my mother stared at him in disbelief.

My dad looked around searching for something, but did not succeed in locating it. "Say...where'd the ghost boy go?"

"Jack!" My mother screamed standing up from the couch. "Do you realize what you've done?"


Evil Laugh EEP! Dodges flying fruit Hey, you don't have to be that mad at me for that cliffie! I didn't do anything to you! Dodges another fruit WELL! I guess someone doesn't want to see the rest of the story! Complaining stops Good. Hope you enjoyed. I would have made it longer but my personal assistant said "If it's too long no one will read it!" I SAY BAH! Do you agree with me?

Thank you's go out to LISA (again). As referred to before, she's my personal assistant for this story. I offer to make her a second author, but she refuses! mutters under breath "bitch" OH YEAH SHE'S READING THIS ISN'T SHE? I DIDN'T MEAN IT!

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