This chapter is just a little slice of life after the reveal. It doesn't really have any plot, but enjoy anyway.

Disclaimer: I still don't own Danny Phantom.

Danny Fenton was having a good day, as days go. He hadn't been up all night fighting ghosts so he had actually gotten a decent amount of sleep for the first time in god knows when, and he had managed to make it through the entire day without having to rush out of class or getting ogled by the entire population of the school.

That was a nice change.

It all started when he got home from school. He was stopped by Skulker outside his door who spewed his usual disgusting 'pelt' speech and was quickly gotten rid of by the Fenton security system. Danny didn't need to do anything except pull out a thermos and stuff him in.

He wandered down to the lab when he got in, hearing the tell-tale sounds of his parents clattering and doing their… stuff. Danny had given up questioning what the hell his parents did down there.

"Hey dad." He said as he saw Jack Fenton's feet sticking out from some machine where the rest of his body was probably stuck. With some effort, the man heaved himself up and grinned.

"Danny! How was school? Any ghosts for me to kill?"

Danny, used to his father's extreme enthusiasm, smiled. "Nope. Just Skulker today, and I took care of him."

"Good, good. You're doing very well as my sidekick, son."

"Dad." Danny sighed. "I'm the superhero. You're the tech guy."

Jack pouted and moaned, "I thought that was Tucker."

"I guess. You give me guns; Tucker makes sure said guns don't explode in my face."

"My guns are great!"

"Sure, dad. Where's mom?" Danny asked, sick of the conversation and itching to say his obligatory hellos to his parents so he could go and read that NASA magazine he'd been waiting for all day.

"She's in the other bit of the lab analysing stuff." His dad said. "I'd keep well away if I were you. All sorts of weird biology experiments."

"Thanks." Was the only answer as Danny trotted off to where his mom was studying a microscope.

"Danny, wait!" jack yelled. "It's dangerous over there!"

He laughed. "Not everyone's afraid of biology like you, dad."

"Am not."

"You are."

"It's very hazardous."

Danny eyed the wires, ectoplasm and dangerous weaponry his dad was surrounded with and raised his eyebrow.

"Hi, mom."

She looked up momentarily. "Hello, Danny." Her eyes went back to the microscope. "Did you know that your blood is actually more ectoplasm than human red blood cells?"

"I… did not. Thanks for telling me that, mom."

"And you have a huge excess of white blood cells with very little plasma in comparison with Tucker who has very iron rich blood."

"That's great."

"And…"

"Mom." Danny interrupted. "I don't need to know about my blood."

"But Danny," she grumbled, "It's a scientific breakthrough! Before you, we had no idea ectoplasm and carbon-based beings could even co-exist in the same world let alone share DNA in the same body!"

Danny sighed. "I'm barely passing biology." He reminded her. "I'll leave you to do the sciency stuff."

With that, he decided he'd had enough of parental interaction for one afternoon and promptly phased through the ceiling to his room, handily avoiding Jazz, who was coming up the stairs.

He settled down with his magazine and happily became engrossed in space.

He was so engrossed, that he almost didn't hear when Jack yelled him down for dinner. He quickly phased down to the kitchen and grinned at the plates of spaghetti that waited there.

"Hey, Danny!" his dad chirped. "Look at this new Fenton ghost net 2.0!"

Danny eyed the machine, which looked very similar to the Fenton ghost net 1.0. "What's different about it?" he asked.

Jack grinned. "Well, this time, the net is bright neon pink!"

"Great." Danny groaned. "So not only do I get trapped in a net, I get embarrassed at the same time."

"Dad!" Jazz scolded. "No weapons that are potentially lethal to Danny at the table!"

As Jack sulked and tried to explain why the Fenton ghost net deserved to be at the dinner table, Maddie strode up the stairs from the lab.

"Danny," she said wasting no time, "Your blood is one of the most exciting things I have ever studied."

"That's… good?"

"Yes. Yes it is. If we can manage to replicate the make up of your blood, we could take everything so much further!"

"So basically," Danny summarised, "You can make weapons that hurt me and only me."

Maddie flinched. "In theory. But we wouldn't. I was thinking more along the lines of stem cells and super accelerated healing. It could be a huge breakthrough in medicine. If we can use your stem cells to…"

"Lost you at 'theory', mom." Danny said. "Let's just eat this food."

"The food that I cooked for you." Jazz reminded them. "And what do I get? Not a 'thank you' or a 'oh Jazz, you're so awesome, thanks for doing everything around the house because the rest of you are too lazy to even cook.'"

"Excuse me?" Danny gasped, throwing his hand to his chest. "Me, lazy? I'm Amity Park's personal superhero!"

"And what would Amity Park say if it saw your pile of unfinished homework?" Jazz challenged.

Amity Park's mature and brave superhero stuck out his tongue at his sister.

After dinner, the Fenton's gathered around their living room table, slumped on the sofas. It was something Jazz insisted they do because 'Family time is important, and we need to talk to each other instead of hiding in our rooms.'

Maddie, jack and Danny all protested this, but Jazz was rather persuasive when she had to be.

"Oh, Danny," Jack sat up and dug around in one of the infinite pockets that were somehow tucked into his jumpsuit. That suit defied the laws of physics. "I was digging around in some old boxes earlier, and I found this." He held up a book.

Danny's brain immediately switched off.

The book was torn and was bound in leather, the way you might expect fake vintage books to be. The pages were rough and definitely not modern paper. Some people would have automatically poring over it, enraptured by whatever secrets it held.

Danny was not one of those people. Danny made the very clever observation, "It's a book."

"Not just any book." Jack said. "This is the journal of my ancestor, John Fenton Nightingale."

Danny's brain abruptly switched back on. "What?" he asked, sitting up straight and eyes wide.

"John Fenton Nightingale." Jack repeated, oblivious to his son's panic. "He was a famous witch hunter. Look." He handed the book to Danny, who flicked through precariously.

Jack, impatient, snatched the book back and opened it to a certain page. "This page tells the story of the time he found a black cat in a woman's garden and it turned out she was a witch! That was apparently what made him become a witch finder."

"Dad, that's horrible." Jazz frowned. "All those women dying for no reason. It wasn't something to be proud of!"

Jack ignored her, although Danny thought she had a good point.

"And this one," he continued, "Nightingale says that a portal opened from the sky and a white haired, green eyed demon came out with its evil witch mistress and a red headed goon. Of course, John quickly saw that the woman was a witch and he dealt with the demon too, by using blood blossoms to distract and weaken it. There's even an illustration!"

He passed the book to Maddie, who eyed it, raised her eyebrow and glanced at Danny.

"This looks familiar." She said. "Look at the girl."

Jack squinted his eyes and snorted. Yep! She's clearly evil."

"Jack, I love you, but you're an idiot. She looks exactly like Sam."

"Ha ha ha ha" Danny laughed nervously. "Wonder why that is?"

Maddie contined to study the page. "The boy with the hat, he has a rectangle in his hand. It's a PDA. And he has a yellow turtleneck."

"So?" Danny tried.

Maddie was not impressed. "It's obviously Tucker."

"Huh, what a coincidence."

Then she reached the last person in the drawing. "Danny," she said, tone dangerously quiet. "Why are you in this?"

"What? That's not me!" Danny laughed. "Must be some other ghost! Vlad cloned me, you know, it could be a clone."

"I'm going to ignore the fucked up implications of that, and wait for you to tell me how you, Sam and Tucker ended up in 1600s Salem."

"Yes." Jack echoed. "And why is Sam your evil mistress?"

"Dad!" Danny yelped. "No. Please, please shut up." he sighed, accepting that he was going to have to tell another story. "Basically, we found this map in the ghost zone, and a nice yeti let us take it home. Vlad's planted cameras all around the house and he saw us with the map which is apparently a big deal. He planted a tracking device on us and followed us, then we did the same thing to him later and followed him to Salem."

"I'm confused." Jack said.

"Same." Danny answered. "The map can take you anywhere, even through time. When we got there, Vlad was already in disguise and pointed Sam out as a witch. Then dad… I mean John Fenton Nightingale tied her to a stake, which is seriously fucked up, by the way. I ended up in extreme and excruciating pain from the blood blossoms, which Tucker had to eat… and yeah. That happened."

"Every time you tell one of these, it gets more and more disturbing." Maddie remarked. "are you sure you're okay?"

"Ha ha, nope!" Danny grinned.

Please feel free to give prompts or request for one shots, because I'm not the best at coming up with them and I will run out of idea at some point in the near future.