A/N: Should I have made the genres Humour instead of Hurt/Comfort?

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["You can take it off any time should you feel the need to. But in the beginning let it be accustomed to your core so it can activate automatically." He smirked a little. "That way you won't need to take half an hour and 33 seconds to connect to it."

Danny blushed. His tail curled around his legs, the brace thumping lightly against it. Don't blame him! It's really hard to do it in the first place!

"Of course you can cut off the power too, without the need of removing it."]

He blinked slowly. Still in the clutches of sleep.

["Do you think you'll tell your human friends of this?" Ghostwriter asked.]

He rolled over, burying deeper in his blankets. It was cold this morning.

[Danny looked down.

"Maybe."]

His tail moved in accordance draping over his legs like some furry snake.

["Take your time Daniel." Clockwork smiled. A gentle smile.

"You need not worry."]

Footsteps outside his door. Probably Jazz back from the tour.

["Well." GW stood from where he was sitting. "I suppose I should head back. I have a story I need to finish.

"Alright. See ya GW."

Ghostwriter paused.

"GW?"]

The smell of ectoplasm wafted into his room. Oh no.

["I can't say your name. Too long."

GW blinked.]

A loud boom shook the house. Danny groaned.

["Call me Andrew."

"Huh?"]

He sat up, glaring sleepily at his clock that blinked 9:55 AM.

Rubbing his eyes, he got up to dress. No point in sleeping in now.

[A roll of the eyes.

"It's easier to say then, Ghostwriter."

"O-okay.]

Yawning, he grabbed shorts and a shirt from the dresser, scratching his stomach. His tail, as always trailed behind him. It dragged on the ground, leaving small indents on the carpet. He opened his door to the hallway.

A sausage flew at his face.

[And he was gone with an invite to his lair 'at any time' and a small metal quill the size of a quarter, shaped into a circle with both ends connected.

Danny waved bye as Andrew sank through the floorboards to the portal.

Clockwork floated behind him, form shifting to that of an adult.]

He lifted the sharpened pencil he grabbed from his desk and threw.

["You have made good friends with him. He does not invite many to his home so casually." Clockworks eyes seemed to shine. He was looking at the timelines.]

He was already in the bathroom when a skewered glowing hot dog hit the ground.

["Keep your friends close. They will help you on your way."

Danny looked at the -now an adult- ghost.

"You're one of my friends too you know." His cheeks pinked a little at his confession.

Clockwork nodded his head at the sentence smiling a little bigger at his adorableness.]

The water rushed down his back as he closed his eyes. Reveling in the slightly lukewarm water. Grabbing for shampoo he proceeded to wash his hair.

["You are also my ward."

"Yeah, I know. Thanks for that too by the way."]

He paused. Then dumped some on his pile of tail that was thoroughly soaked now. He hoped no one noticed the faster decrease of shampoo now.

["I will be going now." He gestured for Danny's hand. A small bracelet dropped into his open palm. "You may visit whenever you want."

Danny stared at the accessory.

"Thank you, Clockwork." It wasn't just for the eternal invitation.]

Once he was all squeaky clean he turned off the shower and stepped out, grabbing his towel from the rack. He rubbed his hair as he picked up the bracelet to look at again. It glinted against the artificial light of the bathroom.

[He nodded and opened a portal with a wave of his hand. You could see on the other side was his Tower.]

Made of small, thin chains, despite how frail it looked was rather sturdy. He had tugged on it once to test it -he didn't want to lose it in a fight or something.- it had stayed true and didn't even bend. The metal was a tarnished looking gold and had a small charm attached to it. The charm looked like a smaller version of Clockwork's gear necklaces that could keep a person from being frozen in time. He had already added the quill to it having figured Clockwork made it ahead of time just for this.

[In a flash, Clockwork was gone.]

A full body shiver racked him.

That was all the warning he had.

[His computer chimed. It was an e-mail from Tucker. He was finally allowed his PDA so, he sent a message of how he'll be heading home now tomorrow.]

A tail can hold a lot of water apparently. He grabbed another towel. And a brush.

[No word from Sam yet.

He winced at what he'll have to tell them once they got back.]

As he pulled yet another tangle grimacing at the sting, he wondered how Dora handled her hair. He wondered if he could ask for tips.

Box ghost had seen him in human form(tail and all) last night, so the news was probably spread already. For such an annoying guy he can be pretty gossipy and always seemed to be one of the first to know anything.

[He sent a message back saying he'll see him tomorrow and that he had something to tell them both once they're home.]

Once his tail was dried and brushed (man, that sounds weird. He never thought he'd say that before.) he grabbed the brace thing that he took off before showering and clipped it back on, shivering as it activated once again.

[Yawning he blinked sleepily, the day's events tiring him already. Considering it was already 8 PM he decided to turn in for the night.

Yelling a goodnight to his parents -that were unpacking still he could hear the bangs- he changed into his PJ's and crawled into bed.]

He thought putting on clothes would be a hassle but apparently, there was an 'intangibility' power on the brace too, so it slid through his clothes like it wasn't there.

[He was out the moment his head hit the pillow.]

He bounded down the stairs dodging the occasional mutant sausage and jumping over the last 'disappearing step,' he landed on the bottom floor. His tail hit the back of his head as backlash.

Ow.

His mom was making sandwiches in the kitchen, stabbing the occasional rabid hotdog and sticking them onto the cutting board. They struggled futilely.

"Morning sweetie!" A hug and a smile. "Sorry, we thought we had fixed the microwave." She gestured to the smoking carcass of metal that used to be the microwave. "As you can see it didn't work."

His dad was just hopping around the kitchen table with a fork, picking off each weiner that came near him. Jazz was also sitting at the table, reading her book and eating a bowl of cereal. She used her book as a shield for both the crumbs and flying sausages.

"Morfung Donny-boif!"

"Talk when your mouth isn't full, dad."

*gulp* "Sorry Jazzy-pants! Morning Danny-boy!"

"Morning."

His tail stung. Instinct had him whipping the tail and sending the poor sausage flying out the kitchen missing Jazz by a centimeter. Ghost sausages. Right. They can see it. And they have teeth. Ow.

Jazz gave him a look. Their parents had missed the action, but she almost got a faceful of hot dog. He winced and signed that he'll tell her later. She nodded with narrowed eyes then gestured to where the cereal was. The food tend to move around, much to the irritation of dad as his fudge keeps getting displaced. He could never find the culprit, though. (How would they react to their house being a slightly sentient ghost house? Hm.)

Grabbing the cereal box -which was behind the toaster this time- he picked up a bowl and grabbed the milk from the fridge and made his cereal. (Not the ectoplasmic version, thankfully. That gave him a stomach ache, no matter his eating of such in the ghost zone) Jazz slid a spoon to him and he grabbed it and started to eat.

"How was the tour?"

Jazz shrugged flipping through another page of her book. "Eh. It wasn't bad." She closed it with her finger on the page she was on and swung. A strangled squeak signified her success of evasion from sausage ambush. "But I don't think I'll go there."

"Why not?" Dad ate the final sausage. Mom had finished her sandwich and was now eating it whilst tinkering over the Ghost Gabber once again. Lower ectoplasmic beings (like, lower than even Klemper or box ghost.) couldn't speak English and only in ghost speak. Hence her trying to get it to work again so they would be able to understand them. Danny figured he was fine with that so long as they didn't physically hurt them.

Jazz huffed, tucking a stray red hair behind her ear. "It's too far away from Amity." Danny frowned around the spoon in his mouth. His tail swished lazily behind him phasing silently through the chair and anything in its way. He didn't notice.

"Jazz, I'll be fine. You know that." It was her turn to frown.

"Danny I-"

"Jazz, I'll be fine. Fear me. You know that. Fear me."

A sigh was heard from across of them. Mrs Fenton rubbed her forehead a little as she glared at the translator. Jazz closed her mouth, realising that they weren't alone.

He blinked and finished his bowl. Standing up he dumped it in the sink for washing later.

"It still not working mom?"

"It still not working mom? Fear me?" The Gabber dutifully copied what he said.

"As you can see," She said dryly and waved a screwdriver at it. "Not really."

His dad bounced over, ever enthusiastic, even in the morning. A foot went through Danny's tail. He cringed. Thank you, Clockwork.

"I'm sure we'll fix it soon, Honey! You're a genius after all!" He kissed his wife.

Danny silently gagged. Jazz whacked him lightly with her book.

"Danny." She drawled.

"Jazz." He answered back in the same way.

They glared playfully at each other. He was forgiven. She narrowed her eyes a little. But he was still telling her what's going on. Right. Silently he gestured with his head.

'Your room please?'

She cocked her head.

'Sure.'

And he walked out the room saying that he was gonna play video games with Tucker.(It was true but later on.) His parents, having gone back to their tinkering simply nodded. He walked upstairs and entered Jazz's room.

Jazz entered a few minutes later. Her on the bed and Danny in the chair. She raised an eyebrow.

"So?"

Danny swallowed.

"Um...so… I may or may not have gone through something."

"Like?"

"Something physically changing."

The other eyebrow joined its companion.

"What happened? Is it permanent? Is it hurting? Is this related to the beginning of summer when you kept-"

He placed a finger on her mouth. She stopped. Worried eyes looking at Danny. He tried not to smile, but judging by the look on her face he failed.

"Something ghost related. Yes, I think so. No, it used to but not anymore, and yes."

She frowned. He sighed.

"It's kind of complicated."

Jazz huffed. "We have time, Danny."

He looked away rubbing the back of his neck.

He said it in one breath. "Imayhavegonethroughasortofghostpubertythataffectedmyhumanforminsteadofphantom"

She blinked.

"Repeat that again?" She asked. "And a little slower please."

He looked at the ground and mumbled.

"Louder too please."

He sighed and glared at her a little. She merely gave him a deadpan expression.

"I may have gone through a sort of ghost puberty. Except it affected my human side instead of phantom." Much better.

A minute of silence.

"...When?"

"I think near the beginning of summer."

"...How?"

And he launched into an explanation (minus tail parts) of what Clockwork and Ghostwriter had told him. Of Recensere and how it happened to every ghost. Even half-ghosts. He told of how he went through it and that it took the entirety of the summer until his D-day to finish. (That was awkward enough to explain. He didn't mention what he almost did that day.)

There was a long silence as she adjusted to what her brother had told her.

"So… What changed?" She looked at him critically, looking for a difference in his appearance. He rubbed his neck again, having dropped it in favor of using it to explain his story while talking.

"...I got a new limb."

Silence.

"You got a what?"

"A tail."

"A tail?"

He nodded. And then he cut the power of the brace. It dispersed like mist, leaving an echo of coldness. By the widening of her eyes, it worked. His tail wagged a little, shaking the after effects off. Jazz watched the movement in silent shock.

"Clockwork gave me a brace that can help hide it. It's able to go through physical objects (including humans) that aren't ghost like in anyway and uuuh… Ta-da?" Jazz hands. (pun not intended. Maybe.)

Another pause. The eyes rolled to the back of her head and she fainted.

"...aw, sh*t."

At least she was on the bed.

A/N: Kehe. I'm stuck on the other stories… T.T So sorry. Heh, it's funny how the one that's currently least popular is currently, admittedly, my favourite. I'll try to update the others once I manage to dig my muses for them, back from the pit.

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