still planning up and writting up Phantom Age, and swamped with work and depression, but here's a cute little drabble that may pop up in future fics but altered for plot. enjoy!

Danny was mildly shocked to wake up, not to his alarm clock which had been stolen last night by Technus, but the excited footsteps of his parents downstairs. "Weird… they usually save all the excitement for the lab…" Getting up and getting dressed in a random black NASA shirt and jeans, Danny headed down the stairs to see what all the hubbub was about. "If it's some invention gone right, I'll have to set it to ignore my ectosignature soon…" He muttered, stopping at the foot of the stairs where his father almost ran over his foot carrying a cardboard dodecahedron. The Box Ghost lead to some crazy container changes. "Uh, Dad? What's going on? Why are you running around in the livingroom instead of the lab?"

"Danny!" Jack turned, wrapping Danny in a near bone crushing hug for a few moments. "Son, we finally got a new buyer for our ghost hunting tech, and the buyer is from right here in Amity!" Danny stumbled back just a tad when his dad released him and blinked up at the giant of a man in confusion. "Had to find the right container for the Fenton Ectopistol mark 3. It's gotta fit the gun, but that darn Box Ghost can't get to it if it isn't square!" Jack ran off down to the lab and Danny turned to Jazz, who was reading one of the mythology books that Danny left around the house.

"So, do you have any idea who in this town would actually buy an ecto gun from Mom and Dad?" Danny stretched up high and grabbed a box of cereal, snorting at the brand. "Did you really buy Fruitloops this time?" He turned to roll his eyes at the amused grin on his sister's face. "I wonder what Vlad would think."

"He'd wonder if we know about his surveillance cameras and then check the rest to note that none of them have been showing anything new over the past three weeks except this one in the kitchen." Jazz turned another page, visibly struggling to keep in her giggles as Danny processed her words. "You didn't think I only looked at the ectoskeleton while I was there at his mansion, did you? I was there for a whole day."

"Never shall you cease to amaze me, Spazz." Danny grabbed some milk that they kept in the freezer and quickly warmed away the frost. "But seriously, why would anyone around here buy one of their weapons?"

"Because not everyone wants to rely on the local super heroes to deal with the ghosts for them?" Jazz raised a brow, and took a bite of her apple. "Some people actually notice that you're like, fifteen Danny. Even for a ghost, Phantom looks like death." Danny glared flatly at her and Jazz stuck out her tongue. "Plus, people actually do buy stuff from Mom and Dad all the time. Who do you think supplies the GIW, GhostBreakers, and Groovy Gang actually purchased those ectoguns they had when they came to collect on your bount- did Vlad ever take those million dollars off your head?"

"He did not, in fact, take off the bounty," Danny remarked through a mouthful of cereal. "Almost like some incentive for Valerie to try even harder to kill me." Tilting his head, Danny's brows climbed to his hairline. "Where the hell was she during all of that? She'd have like, every advantage possible then."

"Probably grounded, her Dad doesn't exactly approve of all the stuff she does. But as for who bought this gun from Mom and Dad, I'm not exactly sure. They went with one of the cheaper ones, for sure, though." Jazz narrowed her eyes. "That doesn't narrow the field much though, plenty of middle class adults wouldn't want to spend too much on something they haven't seen in action. Mom and Dad don't usually land hits unless there's enough ghosts that they can't all fly away at once."

"Or they can't see them like youngblood." Danny pointed his spoon at Jazz, catching the flying drops of milk telekinetically and guiding them back to his spoon. "I'm getting better at this electromagnetism thing. Soon I'll be charging Tucker's PDAs instead of passively draining them." The doorbell rang and Danny was called out to get it, drawing a sigh from the teen. "Alright!" He shouted back, heading to the door and popping the kinks out of his neck. "I'm surprised you knocked, guys, didn't Tuck make a new- hello, who are you?" Danny looked slightly up at the unexpected stranger outside. Instead of Sam or Tucker, a tall ginger boy with green eyes and bangs that fell nearly in front of his face stood in a purple shirt and loose cargo pants.

"Uh, Wes Weston. The guy who ordered the Mark 3?" The kid - Wes - answered absently, his eyes scanning over Danny's rapidly. "I know I wasn't supposed to get it until later this afternoon but I also kinda wanted to speak to you, specifically, about something so I thought why not kill two birds with one stone, ya know?" Danny nodded through of the kid's words and stepped inside to let him in.

"Shoes wherever, just not on any furniture. MOM, DAD, YOUR CUSTOMER IS HERE!" Danny shouted in the direction of the lab, then turned back to Wes. "You said you wanted to talk to me about something? Have we ever met?"

"I'm on the basketball team at Casper, I saw you there when- hello Dr. Fenton." Wes cut himself off when Maddie ran up the stairs, quietly, and appeared in the kitchen. She had her hood pulled down, red lensed goggles making the woman seem a tad more intimidating than usual. Wes could feel her looking him over for … something. When she pulled down her hood, Wes relaxed and held out his hand. "Nice to meet you. I'm Wesley Wallace Weston, your customer."

Maddie sized Wesley up once more, crossing her arms and frowning in disapproval of such a young teen taking up esoteric arms. "Do you know how to use a fire arm of any kind, Wesley? I don't want to put you or anyone else in danger by giving dangerous firearms to a minor, especially our specific brand there of."

"Well, no, but I was hoping that maybe Danny could teach me how to use it safely?" Jazz's head popped in from the kitchen and Danny stared at Wes as though he had grown a second head. The ginger's phone vibrated, and a glance showed a text from Kwan. Go 4 it Wes, u got this. "I'm sure that growing up here with the best ghost hunters in the world lead to him knowing how to fire an anti ghost weapon as easily as he can breathe, right Danny?"

"I guess, technically I can…" Danny tapped the wrist ray he wore at all times, tweaked and amplified by his own steady supply of ectoplasm to hit harder than the usual. "But I'm not the most practiced in the field."

"Then you can get a refresher course while you teach me! It's a win win situation!" Wes wrapped an arm around Danny's shoulder, removing it when he felt the smaller boy tense up. "Please? Your mom and dad don't have to refund the order, I get to defend myself against ghosts, you get a self-directed refresher course in ghostly self-defense, and the town gets a tiny bit safer."

With his Mom and this Wes guy looking at him as though he was choosing the fate of the world here, Danny sighed and shrugged. "Sure, I guess. I'll train you in the ways of the Fenton guns, Wesley." Jazz's eyes narrowed at the edge of Danny's vision and he knew he had made some terrible mistake.

Wes beamed at him and offered a hand. "Great, it's a date then?" Everything went quiet and both boys' cheeks steadily turned red as realization dawned on the Fentons present in the room. Wes, spotting the smirk on the big sister's face and the growing smile on the mom's face, was prepared to cover his ears in case either squealed.

Wes was so focused on being prepared to react, he almost missed it when Danny mumbled a shy, "Um. Yes? I guess so…" Wes' hands moved to cover Danny's ears instead of his own when the expected sound came and the ginger winced while Danny just cringed and smiled apologetically. "Sorry about them, I don't know what just happened to them - mom, Jazz, why are you screaming?"

"Oh my gosh, Danny why didn't you tell me?" Maddie wrapped the boys up in a hug and Wes could feel his cheeks burning, as well as Danny's since the other boy was pressed up right against him in the tight hug. "You know you could have told us about this and we'd be supportive of you no matter what, right?"

"I … don't know this guy, actually," Danny corrected his mom, thankful that Wes vouched for him with a quick 'that is true.' "But as for your question: I never thought about it, cause I didn't really know any guys that I liked like that. Back to Wes, though, I think we could uh, see where it goes. Right?" He looked to Wes and he gave a thumbs up. Jazz nearly mirrored the boy, except she wasn't blushing. "Ok, so, now that it's established that I'm going on a date with Wes in the basement's shooting range…"

"Wait you guys have a what in your what?"

"Who's gonna tell-"

"Danno! What's this I heard about a date?" Jack's voice boomed up the stairs as he climbed them and Danny sighed woefully.

Danno has the most supportive fam, I can't even. Wes doesn't know what he's getting into but he's gonna tell Danny what he does know at some point.