As the day continued, human Danny smiled to see the other Danny clearly relaxing. The human sensed that anxiety continued to swirl through the ghost's mind but the ghost boy smiled and laughed. And the part that made the human happiest? Phantom finally acknowledging his...their...name.

"Danny, do you want some ice cream?" Sam asked.

Human Danny said yes, while his ghost said no at the same time.

"Hey Danny, hand me that blanket, why don't you?" Tucker said, as he pointed.

Both Dannys reached for the blanket, causing the ghost to blush and pull away. The human handed their friends the blanket while rolling his eyes.

"What movie do you wanna watch next, Danny?"

Though different colors, two pairs of eyes lit up with identical excitement. "We should watch The Martian!" "Gravity! That was so good." "Or...Hidden Figures! Have you guys seen that yet? It was so good!" "Or we could do something older- like Back to the Future, or Blade Runner, or The Matrix!" The two voices, which sounded identical except for the ghostly echo, spoke over each other, seeming to run together.

"Danny!" Sam shouted, causing both boys mouth's to snap shut. "I can't tell what either of you are saying."

Both Dannys blushed with wide eyes, as the ghost muttered. "Sorry."

"No sweat dude. How about just answering one at a time? Uhhhh….human Danny?" Tucker remarked.

The human's nose wrinkled. "That sounds so weird."

"Yeah. And it's a mouth full." Tucker frowned, then he shrugged. "But we need to find some way to tell who we're talking to."

Beside him, the human Danny felt his ghost shift. The other boy bit his lip and then sighed. He pointed at the other Danny. "You guys can call him Danny." He looked down, voice quiet and sad. "I'll just be Phantom."

The human Danny glanced at the ghost questioningly. The previous excitement had completely evaporated, turning into lithless sadness…..which honestly left him a little confused. The human shook his head, finally speaking. "You don't have to do that. I can just be human Danny and you ghost Danny."

The ghost's frown deepened. "No. I don't like that. I know you don't like that." He looked up at Sam and Tucker. "Just call me Phantom."

The human sighed. "Then just call me Fenton, too." Phantom's questioning green eyes met his. "You're just as much Danny as I am so if you're not going to use the name, I won't either."

Phantom's expression softened as he nodded, giving his human self a grateful smile. "Okay then." He glanced at his friends. " I guess you can call me or him Danny if just one of us is here though."

"Okay then. Yeah" Tucker shrugged while Sam hummed in agreement. "So Phantom? What do you want to watch?"

The four fell into a comfortable silence as they watched the Martian at the ghost's suggestion. Satisfied chuckles and triumphant cheers echoed from the group at appropriate moments as the friends enjoyed each other's company. After a break to order takeout, they watched Back to the Future, one of Fenton's suggestions.

Munching on his egg roll, Fenton handed the carton of rice to his ghostly counterpart. The other boy eyed the food skeptically and then shrugged. He scoped a few spoonfuls into his mouth, though Fenton sensed he gained little satisfaction from the action. Phantom then handed the food back, settling into the couch to watch the movie.

Having finished his food, Fenton patted his belly. He hummed in satisfaction. Man that was good. He smiled, eyes flickering from the TV to Sam and Tucker who were laughing at the movie and then to Phantom who was smiling widely, his neon green eyes bright with mirth. The human sighed, feeling something close to fondness for the other boy. It was a strange feeling, considering who exactly the two were to each other but Fenton chose not to dwell on the conundrum. Instead he stretched out on the couch and plopped his socked feet in Phantom's lap. The ghost startled at the sudden contact but to the human's surprise and satisfaction, he didn't shy away but rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to the TV.

Soft contentment flitted through the contact….or maybe Fenton's own present happiness overshadowed any of Phantom's more subtle input. The human yawned, feeling warm, full, and happy. Surrounded by his friends and almost at peace with his ghost, Fenton fell asleep.

That afternoon, Phantom relaxed, throwing himself into hanging out with Sam and Tucker, and his human self. Like any normal Saturday, he joked and laughed, chatting with his friends about school and other inconsequential subjects. He watched movies, played games, snacked and ate dinner. And it made him feel…..well, certainly not normal; he still couldn't taste the food and the initial awkwardness still lingered. But he felt less like a stranger to his own….life, if that was the right word.

A small snore at the other end of the couch drew the ghost's attention away from the action on screen. Sam raised an eyebrow. "Is he asleep? It's not even 8 yet."

The ghost studied his human. Then he nodded. "Yeah. We were up late talking." Then he glanced down, remembering the duel sensation of crying on the roof of Fentonworks and on their bed. "He didn't sleep well."

Sam and Tucker gave him sad, questioning looks but didn't ask. Phantom then shook his head, trying to remove the image of his human self lying on the bed, face stained with tears. Gently moving the human's legs from his lap, the ghost reached forward to shake Fenton awake. At the contact, his eyes briefly glowed brighter before narrowing in confusion.

"What is it?" Sam asked.

Unconsciously, the corner of Phantom's lip turned up in a smile. "He's dreaming….about chasing fireflies at Aunt Alicia's when we were eight." He let out a soft giggle. "They tickled."

Then the light in Phantom's eyes dimmed and he pulled away. The ghost turned toward Sam and Tucker whose eyes were wide with startled confusion. Phantom blushed. "Sorry. That was weird."

Tucker shook his head. "Nah man. Not any weirder than anything else that happened during the last month."

The ghost let out a relieved sigh and then studied his human's sleeping face, eyes wide with awe. "He said earlier he dreamed through my eyes but….doing it from the other direction...wow, that was…." His speech faltered. Then he frowned, turning toward his friends again. "He's out like a light….I should take him home."

Phantom floated to his feet, moving to pick up his human counterpart.

Tucker's voice stopped him. "Wait Danny." The barrett- wearing boy sighed. "I wanted to say….I'm sorry." The ghost tilted his head questioningly as his friend continued. "Before you told your parents, I wasn't the best friend to you."

Phantom frowned. "Tuck, that's ridiculous. You and Sam have been amazing friends."

Tucker shook his head and glanced at Sam who shared his apologetic look. Then the techno-geek spoke. "Both of us tried to act like the accident wasn't a big deal but I'm starting to see now how serious what happened to you actually was." The boy wrung his hands. "You were scared and hurting….you still are…. And I think I belittled that."

The ghost just stared at his friends, finding no words to accept the deeply moving apology. Then Sam swallowed. "I'm sorry too. I was definitely too pushy about your powers and figuring out the weird stuff that was happening this week."

Phantom rubbed the back of his neck. "You were probably right about that though."

The girl shrugged, sincere eyes fixed on the ghost. "Maybe. But I still was being selfish. This wasn't about me and I should have tried to make it." Her shoulders feel as she put her head in her hands. "I should have tried to understand and support you better." Her eyes then feel on Phantom's human self. "Maybe then you wouldn't have done this to yourself."

The ghost's eyes also feel on his human. "I...we...that's…" He stuttered before falling silent.

"You split yourself in half." Sam's quiet voice broke the silence.

As Phantom looked down, Tucker added. "We know you didn't do it on purpose but who knows what this is doing to you?"

"This could hurt you, permanently." She bit her lip. "Can you promise us that you'll talk to the other Danny and figure out what you're going to do?"

Phantom glanced at his human. Fear and sadness spiked. "But...but…. He...what if…" He sighed deeply. "He hasn't really realized everything yet. What if he can't...what if he doesn't…?" He trailed off, unable to verbalize his fear.

Tucker shook his head. "Dude. If anyone's going to get it, he is. He is you."

Phantom bit his lip. Tucker did have a point; maybe he needed to have more faith in himself. "Yeah." He replied mildly.

Sam scrutinized him. "Just promise that you'll figure this out, okay?"

Glancing between his friends, the ghost finally sighed. "I promise." He floated back to the couch. Bracing to possibly see into Fenton's dream again, Phantom gently picked up the human and held him bridal style. No images came, just sleepy contentment as the human's head rolled to the side and nuzzled into Phantom's shoulder. The ghost then looked up at Sam and Tucker. "We'll call or text you guys in the morning, after we talk."

The friends acknowledged with a nodd. "Bye Danny." "See you later."

"Have a good night." The ghost nodded as he floated off the floor, his legs morphing into a ghostly tail. Turning intangible, he phased through the ceiling and slowly flew towards Fentonworks.

The flight home was luckily uneventful. Phantom turned both himself and his passenger invisible so they wouldn't be spotted. To the ghost's relief, he managed to stay mentally present, not getting drawn into his human's dreams. And the aforementioned human miraculous stayed fast asleep; that was a particularly strong worry for Phantom. He hated to imagine giving his human self a heart attack if the boy woke up to find himself at least twenty feet in the air.

Phasing through the window, Phantom gently placed Fenton on the bed. The ghost bit his lip, remembering something. Mom had asked the human Danny to text when he was coming home, which never happened. But now he was already home. The ghost then heard a bang from downstairs, meaning….Mom and Dad were probably still in the basement. Awkwardly, he reached for the cellphone in his human self's pocket, phasing it through the fabric. The ghost unlocked the phone and sent a text to Mom.

I'm home. You & Dad were in the basement so I went up to bed. Love you.

Plugging the phone in and putting it down on the nightstand, Phantom floated back to the desk chair, debating what to do. He had promised Sam and Tucker that he and the other Danny would talk but where even to start? And the other looked so peaceful sleeping there and he had definitely been really tired. It wouldn't hurt to let him sleep for a few hours, right? Not that Phantom was trying to procrastinate, not at all.

The ghost continued to watch, lip turning up as the human nuzzled into his pillow. It was then, having finally acknowledged the truth and without the distraction of his friends, the surrealness of the situation struck Phantom. Though he was floating over the desk chair, he at the same time was asleep on the bed. Phantom was literally watching himself sleep. And it wasn't like right after the ghost catcher, when he thought he was just watching his unconscious body breath in and breathe out. Part of himself, his consciousness, his very soul still lied within that body. But right now, he couldn't tell what that part of himself was thinking or feeling. He had before glimpsed the other's emotions and could guess his thoughts based on knowing the human Danny intimately. But he didn't KNOW. And that, the unknown was terrifying.

Then the door to the room cracked open and Phantom flickered invisible as Mom poked her head in the room. Her eyes feel on the sleeping teenager. Her expression softened as she smiled. "He looks so adorable." She whispered. "Goodnight sweetie."

At the motherly proclamation, the ghost blushed. "Goodnight Mom." He whispered, sadly.

And that was another problem. Mom and Dad loved their son, without question. But they thought he was human. And if they learned the truth, they might still love the human part but what about the ghost? Phantom almost thought he felt his stomach drop as he brought his knees to his chest. He peered at the human Danny.

How could he expect Mom and Dad, who hate ghosts vehemently, to love him if Phantom wasn't convinced he could love himself?

Note: Another chapter! I hope you enjoyed it. I wanted to let you guys know. I will be taking a break from writing this story of the Phicc Phight this month and probably some of May too for Dannymay and/or Phanniemay. Please be on the look out for those if you like this story and other other writing. For this story, I have chapters 10 and 11 written so those will definitely get posted before I'll have a bit of a break but I'll be back to writing this story again at the end of May