WoM- And we're back to DoD! I basically had to re-write this entire chapter, since so little of it included Danny. Ah, well. I had the time, so I can't complain…I was kinda confused when I wasn't getting any reviews for chapter 7 at first, and was kinda worried that it was really that bad, when the next day I got a downpour of 'em telling me about how wouldn't let them get to the chapter. It made my friends laugh their butts off… 'rolls eyes' Anywho, thank to everyone, and here's the long-awaited (Yeah, Riiight,) Chapter!

Sam: (On Fenton Phones) Clueless 1, this is Goth 1, do you copy?
Danny: Goth 1, this is Clueless 1. Why am I "Clueless 1?"
Tucker: (Also on Fenton Phones; to Sam) Tell him!
Sam: Shut it!

Reality

"I'm telling you, Tuck, she's awesome!" I laughed into my cell phone. "I mean, she has got to be the coolest girl in the world!"

"Fascinating," Tucker said dryly. "But dude? You do realize that if you wanna date her, it'll have to be as one Danny or the other, not both,"

"Not if I tell her," I reminded Tucker. There was a loud crashing noise on the other end. "Tucker? Tuck? Are you okay? Tucker!"

"ARE YOU INSANE?" Tucker screamed. I jumped, nearly dropping my cell phone as I pulled back away from it. "YOU JUST MET THE GIRL AND YOU WANT TO TELL HER YOUR DEEPEST DARKEST SECRET? SOMETHING YOUR PARENTS DON'T EVEN KNOW ABOUT? WHAT THE HECK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU?"

'Well, at least I know he's still alive…' I thought dryly to myself.

"I'm not planning on telling her tonight, Tuck," I told him in exasperation. "I'll let her get to know both sides of me first so she knows she doesn't have anything to be scared of, then I'll tell her. What's the big deal? I mean, you were all over me to get a girlfriend not three days ago, and now that I have a girl I like you want me to just forget about her?"

"Yeah well, I wasn't expecting you to find someone you'd wanna get this serious with so fast…" Tucker muttered.

"You make it sound like I'm proposing or something," I laughed, "Lighten up, Tuck, It'll just be a couple of dates at first to test the waters, then if I think we have a chance of holding out, I'll tell her. I can trust her, Tucker, I know it!"

"Well I don't," Tucker said. I could almost see his frown, "We don't know anything about her, Danny! Do you know where she lives?"

"I never asked," I said, frowning, "I don't wanna sound like some creepy stalker,"

"Well, I think you should hold off the confession until after you've gotten to know all about her," Tucker said firmly, "Her friends, her family… It'll be better off for both of you that way. Waiting means you can be sure you're making the right decision, and that you can pull out in time if you're not. I mean, what if her dad's an axe murderer or something?"

"Aren't you the one dating the ghost hunter?" I asked, my eyebrow kicking up.

"That's casual, okay!" Tucker said.

"Riiight…" I said dryly. "That's why you were sweating bullets trying to figure out what to wear when you asked her on a date."

"I'm on the verge of hanging up on you right now, you know," Tucker responded. I laughed, sensing his glare.

"Come on, Tuck," I said, smiling slightly, "I really like this girl, and I don't want to lie to her if I don't have to."

"That's just it, man," Tucker said, "You DO have to. Telling someone you're a ghost hybrid with a superhero alias isn't something you should lay on any girl, especially one you've only talked to three times."

"Technically one," I corrected Tucker, "Two times as Phantom, one as Fenton."

"You're gonna give me a headache trying to explain all this to me," Tucker said dryly. "Only you can screw up your love life to this degree."

"Hey!" I responded, "It's not my fault my life's so complicated!"

"Yeah, yeah," I could almost hear Tucker's grin, "You can't blame everything on the ghosts, pal, you were weird even before they came along!"

"This coming from the guy whose greatest love is a handheld electronic device," I teased back.

"Hey now! Don't diss my baby!" Tucker exclaimed, "You'll hurt her feelings…" I rolled my eyes. And this guy was trying to call ME weird? I frowned when a loud noise bleeped in my hear, peeling the phone away to check the ID screen and flinching.

"I gotta go, Tuck," I told my best friend, "My sister's beeping in, and you know how she gets if I don't pick up after the first ring." Tucker laughed.

"Got it, dude," He chuckled, "Good like with Girl Sam! Speaking of which, you know that you've just made our lives that much more confusing by adding two people with the same name, right?"

"Good bye, Tucker," I growled, blushing slightly.

Like that was really something I could help!

"Danny here," I sighed as I disconnected my best friend.

"Danny? Are you okay?" Jazz asked worriedly, "Why aren't you at your dorm? Where's Sam?" I frowned in confusion.

"I'm fine," I said, "I'm just flying around a bit is all. And how should I know where Sam is if he isn't in the room? Actually, he could just be sleeping, you know. Why do you ask, anyways? I thought you didn't like him…"

"It's not that," Jazz sighed, "It's just I wanted to make sure sh- he saw safe. He, not she!" I blinked.

"Uh, you okay Jazz?" I asked warily.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Jazz countered with a nervous laugh.

'That's a No-But-There's-No-Way-I'll-Ever-Tell-You-What's-Wrong,' I translated dryly in my head.

"Anyways, you're usually back in your dorm by now if there aren't any ghosts giving you problems. Something you want to talk about?"

"No, Dr. Jazz," I sighed, "I'm just not tired is all."

"Really?" Jazz asked slyly, "Who is she?"

'…I've really gotta find out how she does that one of these days…'

"No one you know," I answered back, "A new girl working at Yin/Yang. She's a lot gutsier then any other girl I met,"

"Is she pretty?" Jazz asked, sounding happy.

"Yeah," I said, smiling as I thought of the Goth. "Smart, too. And really protective…"

"Sounds like the perfect girl for you, Danny!" Jazz laughed happily. "I'm glad you're finally over Paulina."

"Tucker thinks I should get to know her better before dragging her too much into my life, though," I said, sighing.

"Absolutely," Jazz agreed firmly. "Tucker and I will cover for you the best we can while you two date, but if she can outlast your old girlfriends, you have my full support to take the relationship wherever you want, provided that you two keep it clean. I don't want any phone calls in the middle of the night about how I'm going to be the aunt of some new race of ghost hybrids before your seventeen."

"JAZZ!" I said, blushing. That's when my ghost sence went off. "Look, I gotta go. Ghost time."

"Gotcha," Jazz said happily. "Take it easy, Lover-Bo-!"

I hung up before she finished, growling slightly.

Shaking off my embarrassment, I flew down to take care of whoever it was this time. My irritation only grew when I saw the all-too-familiar and way-too-weak-for-his-own-good embarrassment to all ghost kind; The Box Ghost.

"You again?" I asked, annoyed that I'd have to take the time to beat him to a pulp yet again. I mean, sure it was good to have him around when I was stressed or really mad, but right now I had better things to worry about.

"Uh-oh," Box Ghost muttered when he saw me. He knew how this was gonna end already, now it was just a question on whether it was gonna be the easy way, or the hard way. "…BEWARE!" The ghost shouted, fleeing at his top speed.

…The hard way it was.

"Hey! Get back here!" I shouted after him, flying to chase him down.

'This is gonna be a long night…'

"You're sure you're going to be fine on your own?" Dr. Jeerings asked Sam again, worry making him hesitant to leave.

"I'll be fine, Dr. Jeerings," Sam smiled, "Any ghost tries anything and I'll kick his butt right back to his grave." Dr. Jeerings chuckled.

"I don't doubt that you would…" He said in dry humor, "But please call me if anything happens."

"Will do!" Sam said with a grin. He left, and as soon as He was out of sigh I allowed myself to turn visible, making Sam jump in surprise.

"Sorry," I said, "I though you were expecting me…"

"That's okay," Sam smiled back, "I'm gonna have to get used to that, but it's a cool trick. Bet it comes in handy."

"You have no idea," I laughed. "So, did you make it home alright last night?" Sam shrugged.

"Um, I got into a little bit of trouble for coming in so late," She admitted, "But it was nothing I couldn't live through. What about you? I mean, ghosts do need sleep, right?"

"Depends," I shrugged, "Some do, some don't."

"Do you?" Sam asked.

"Sleep? In this form?" I shook my head, "Couldn't if I tried." Hey, that was honest enough, right?

I relaxed as Sam and I got into a rhythm of questioning each other and poking fun at something the other said. I loved whenever I could get her to laugh, and delighted in the way she blushed whenever I smiled a certain way or complimented her.

I even liked whenever customers came in, because that meant I could go invisible and whisper stupid, silly songs and other random things into her ear to make her laugh. After the customers left, she'd yell at me and scold me, but I could tell she wasn't really mad.

But as they say, all good things must come to an end…

"Hey, do you know Danny Fenton?" Sam asked me out of the blue. I froze, feeling whatever color was left in my face as a ghost leave.

"Wh-What makes you think that?" I asked, trying to keep myself calm.

"It's just… you remind me of him a little," Sam shrugged and I couldn't help but blush that she remembered me that well from just one meeting.

'I've gotta be a little more careful around her, or she'll figure it out on her own,' I noted.

"You got that from meeting him once?" I asked. Sam frowned slightly.

"How did you know I only met him once?" Sam asked me, sounding a little confused.

'And that's not the way to do it,' I mentally sighed. Instead of answering her second question, I decided to give her the half truth for the first.

"Anyways, yeah. I know him. I know all the Fentons fairly well, since his parents used to hunt me a lot before they disappeared." I felt some of my good mood leave when I thought of my missing parents. Pulling myself out of it, something else clicked to me suddenly, "Wait a second, Fenton never told you his name. How did you know…?" Sam cringed at the question.

"Tell me how you knew I only talked to him once and never got his name and I'll tell you how I found out," She said defiantly. I flinched.

"Fair enough," I accepted, "Let's agree not to pry then…" Then, as casually as I could, I added, "…So, what do you think of Fenton?" I had to hide a smile at Sam's new blush.

"Well…" She said, "He's really cute and nice, even if he does keep secrets…" Okay this girl's way too sharp for her own good… "And he's really fun to be around…"

"Does that mean you like him?" I asked, trying to maintain the casual thing and probably failing.

"I dunno…" Sam replied airily, her face going even redder.

"What would you say if he asked you out?" I asked her. Suddenly, I was very happy I had my second form. It was a full-proof way to make sure this girl liked me before making an idiot of myself for her. Last thing I needed for my self-esteem was a repeat of the Paulina fiasco…

"You want me to be honest?" Sam asked, crossing her arms.

"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't," I rolled my eyes as Sam grinned evilly.

"We-ell…" She drawled playfully, "…I'd have to say that I'd ask him the time and place,"

'…Did she just…?' I felt my face heat up before I could stop it and resisted the urge to shout out happily. It was then that a noise outside made me look away from Sam and freeze.

Heading to the front door with a determined look on her face was my sister.

She hadn't seen me yet, but when she did there would be big trouble. She would be able to tell in an instant if I was invisible in the room, too. She knew all the signs just as well as Tuck, and the last thing I needed right now was for Jazz to get mad at me for 'abusing my powers and confusing some poor, innocent girl I barely knew,' or something like that.

"I gotta go," I said quickly, flying out the wall. I didn't want to leave Sam, but a few days was probably better then being banned from ever stepping foot in the shop again…

'So far, so good,' I thought happily as I sat on a bench, eating some ice cream I'd just bought. It had been a full fifteen minutes and Jazz still hadn't cornered me, which she could do at any second with the help of the Fenton Finder (Which my parents still think is broken,) So that meant she probably hadn't figured out the whole Fenton/Sam/Phantom thing yet…

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in!" I jumped slightly before turning as Liz plopped down on the bench next to me. "What's up, little man? It must be something serious to put that look on your face…"

"Don't call me that," I sighed automatically, "And it's nothing. I was just thinking a little."

"You say that like there's ever a time you think a lot," Groaning, I threw Liz a glare before turning back to my ice cream.

Liz had been Jazz's best friend since my sister was in the sixth grade, meaning I knew her since I was eight years old. She and Jazz hung out together so much, it was almost like having another sister.

Sometimes I even considered telling her about the Phantom thing, since I knew she had nothing against the ghost and was loyal enough to me and my sister not to say anything. There was only one thing that stopped me; Liz's 'Clothing Thing.'

At least, that was what Jazz called it. Liz had a rabid obsession with fashion design, and a lot of her stuff could be pretty out there, but in a kinda good way. She was constantly talking Jazz into wearing her designs, and was still working on trying to wear me down.

I knew she had a million and one sketches of outfits she wanted to see Phantom in ever since he first became a public figure, and I didn't want to think of what she would do with that kind of blackmail information. It would be the end for both Phantom and Fenton…

"Come on, little man, tell me what up already before your ice cream melts," Liz smiled, "That's Blue Moon there, kid, and anyone who wastes Blue Moon ice cream should be dragged out in the street and shot."

"You sound like your uncle," I said, grinning slightly.

"Coming from you that's a compliment," Liz grinned, "Now quit changing the subject and tell me what's wrong."

"It's just…" I sighed. "I met this girl…"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!" I jumped at Liz's yell, falling off the bench and landing painfully on my butt. Looking around, I saw the high school girl had earned stares from pretty much everyone on the street.

'Kill me now…' I thought, groaning.

"Well, it's about time!" Liz grinned, "This is a moment to celebrate, Danny Fenton! So, who's the lucky gal?"

"I know where you sleep, Liz," I glowed at my face heated up, glaring at the older girl.

"So?" Liz snorted. "I'd love to see you get past security."

"You'd be surprised…" I muttered.

"What?"

"Nothing," I sighed as I stood up, rolling my eyes when I noticed Liz looking sadly at my fallen ice cream. "Forget it, I'd better-"

"I don't think so," Liz said, snapping out of morning to grab my arm and yank me back onto the bench. "You're not going anywhere, little man, not till you start talking."

"Come on, Liz…" I groaned, "Can't we do this later?"

"Nope!" Liz replied happily. "Now, when's the first date gonna be?"

"Well…" I hesitated slightly, "…I was thinking of asking her to the Masquerade…"

"Perfect!" Liz squealed, grinning. "I'll make your costume!"

"But Liz-!" I protested.

"But nothing, Boy," Liz glared, "Don't think I haven't noticed the way you run from my clothes. You'll wear my costume, or you'll wear a cast, it's your option, buddy,"

"You're too stubborn…" I sighed.

"Kinda like someone else I know," A dry voice behind us interrupted. Liz and I froze before turning to face Jazz's accusing glare.

"Well, you two seem to have a lot to catch up on." Liz said, jumping up, "See ya!" And, before I could protest, Liz was gone.

Cringing, I turned back to face my sister. The look on her face alone told me she knew everything, and she wasn't happy…

"We need to talk," She said, grabbing my wrist and pulling me away to somewhere more private.

'Great…' I though glumly, 'No witnesses…'

WoM- 'giggling' This one was pretty fun to write, and unlike last chapter, it wasn't too much longer then the SoS version. I'm getting closer to having SoS and DoD in the same place now! YAY!

PS; It is my firm, PERSONAL belief that anyone who wastes Blue Moon ice cream SHOULD be shot, as it is my all-time favorite brand and almost impossible to find in stores.

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Next update; January 20th

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