A/N: sooooo what did y'all think of the previous Chappy? Tbh I think I went overboard…. Ah well. Oh and please note that Danny can't talk to animals. Oh, and info overload sorry.

At this point, I'm just happy to get a chapter out… Life has been noisy, sorry 'bout that. It's...also short. Sorry.

This is Unbetaed

Enjoy!

Trees flashed past and through them in the speeded-up trip that the trio was doing. An occasional (live) squirrel would screech in startled surprise as they disturbed the branch they were on with a great gust of 'phantom' wind. And although they've done it dozens of times, both Sam and Tucker flinched whenever they flew through a tree. Well, that is if they could see. The foliage was so thick that even Danny had trouble seeing through it.

'Gonna have to ask if they could clear it again.'

But, at last, they arrived, 6,000 acres out from the forest's edge, to the entrance of the Garden.

"Dude, I think that's a new record!" Danny glanced at the tech that he was holding by the waist, looking at the watch that had recorded said record. It took Danny 45 minutes to get here, baggage included.

"Really?"

"Really."

"Cool." Sam, who was in his other arm, shook her head.

"Boys."

Stopping, Danny slowly lowered back to earth careful of the baggage he had.

Smirking, he spoke, "Thank you for boarding Air Phantom, this is your captain speaking. You have arrived at your destination." Sam raised an eyebrow.

"And that would be?" He swept an arm forward, showcasing a fancy bow, and landing at the same time. White rings passed over his body turning him human and bringing his tail swishing into (semi) existence. Showing what he knew they could see.

"Welcome to The Garden."

Now, the Garden wasn't really a "garden" per say. The Garden was more of a shack or house. Slightly rotted down but sturdy walls with vines and other plants crawling around and on it. A simple green curtain over the entrance signified as a door inside. In the front of said shack was a small beautiful garden Sam herself had cultivated. No fence blocked it to the forest making it a wonderful blend of domestic and nature's wild. This place had more character than one of the books a certain teacher had always yelled.

This was their sanctuary.

This was the Garden.

Of course, you've only seen the outside. (We can't forget Tucker now can we?)

Sam smiled then gently pushed Danny back so she could get to the building itself.

"C'mon let's go." Danny raised an eyebrow at the cooler being left behind.

"What about the food?"

"Can you carry it ghost boy?" He huffed, picking up the cooler by its handle with ease. Absentmindedly, he picked up the one Tucker was struggling with almost sending his friend to the ground by the sudden weight lift.

"Whoa!"

"Sorry," Tucker grumbled lightly, but the small smile on his face showed his good humour.

Sam had already gone ahead, the swishing curtain signifying that she had already entered. They walked forward picking their way across the overgrown path. Some of the plants seemed to shy away from Danny as he stepped through giving him a better access through. Tucker chuckled lightly at the evasion of Danny's aura, quite used to seeing it already. Pushing past the curtain, they went through.

Inside was divided into five, pretty obvious sections despite there being no walls. The far right back was littered with books and bookshelves, the occasional bean bag here and there. The shelves were stuffed full of supernatural references that mixed with books like 'Hacking for Advanced' or 'How-to' references. There was even a recipe book somewhere in the piles of school books on the floor.

Another corner, a table. Computers. (The best that Tucker could afford. Almost as great, if not, just as good as the one he had at his house.)

The corner opposite held a mini kitchenette of sorts with a small working refrigerator (salvaged from the dump, scrubbed and cleaned by Danny, made workable by Tucker. At your service.

"If this ghost stuff doesn't work out we could always be garbage restorer men."

"What am I? Chopped liver?" Sam asked with raised eyebrows and crossed arms.

"You could be the secretary person who likes, watches over finances or other stuff when we sell the stuff we fix." She punched him. And he tried very hard not to laugh.

"...kay, I deserved that."

He couldn't help it.

"Don't laugh at my mistakes!") And a small stove stood next to it. (Again, by Danny and Tucker.) The next corner over held a couple beds shoved together for maximum space. Both Tucker and Danny had gotten permission to sleep over together. (They didn't say where.) And this was the best spot for them to go to if something happened. (Sam's parents wouldn't let her. It made sense gender-wise.)

And right, smack dab in the middle, was the 'Ghost Lab' as Tucker would say. It's where Danny himself would experiment with the many things involving ghosts, ghost hunting and such. The workshop was a metal table with a shit-ton of random scraps and wiring and a lot of bottles full of ghost goo/ectoplasm. Plus, a laptop full of both blueprints/files from the Fenton family lab computers, and his own special made files full of both his own ideas and files on his own ghosts. And DOOM. Mustn't forget DOOM.

Metal walls, floors, and ceiling using the scrap from the Fenton workshop (When Danny asked for it, he got away with almost no questions.

"How?"

"Don't ask.")

Soft carpets littered the floor in no particular order and in various colours of reds, greens, blues and yellow. All in all, a very good Garden and second home.

When Danny had first found it, he was just flying around and found it by complete accident. It happened to be inhabited by a nice old lady (ghost) whom Danny helped move on. (Wanted to make sure her cat was okay. They... definitely found it. It was doing fine.) In return, they got the papers for her land in an iron box some six feet underground. It encompassed almost the entire forest that was next to Amity Park and the only ones who knew they owned it was the Land ownership people and themselves. That old lady was a rich lady back in the day.

The money rotted away sadly enough, much to the horror of Tucker. ("NOOOO!") The inside of the said house had bugs and the floor was littered with soiled planks of wood just asking for someone's foot to get stuck in. (Case in point: Danny.) But well, The trio had all figured that it could be remade into a 'base' of a sort for them. Or for if life got too stressful for them, A getaway for an hour or two. It had been fifty somethin' years, since the last Big Fire and according to Sam this house would have long dissolved, but the house held up well.

It's a big house. Rich old lady (died of smoke in her sleep before the fire reached her) and her cat. There was a chimney, but uh...well you know how the fire got started now.

And it was all theirs.

Tucker stretched lightly, while Danny went to the fridge to put some of the food inside it.

"Hey, Bring some food back will ya? Carrying that all the way made me hungry."

"Of course it made you hungry, Tuck, you have a bottomless pit that I'd call a black hole if it wouldn't insult said Blackhole."

"Ok, that was uncalled for!" Absentmindedly Danny hummed, shoving the many sandwiches, salads,-is that a potroast?-more sandwiches, and some water bottles. Small, the fridge may be but it could hold a lot. He stopped once he had only 5 sandwiches and three water bottles.

Tucker landed with a flop on the bean bags with Sam joining him a second later. With a smile, he handed the both of them their respective sandwiches and drinks.

"Thanks." Danny snorted.

"The both of you are starting to sound like twins." Sam gave a glare, choosing to ignore the remark by taking a bite of her Broiled Chèvre & Avocado Open-Faced Sandwich™. Tucker did the same for his bologna. Danny had followed suit on the three sandwiches he had. Half an hour passes in this fashion as they ate their now-proclaimed-breakfast.

A breeze blows through the curtains as the small ectopuses that had followed Danny to the forest flew through, thoroughly startling Sam. Tucker had merely looked up before returning to his sandwich and game. Danny smiled as the small creature-like ectoplasmic figures started to nuzzle his face. His...tail started to flick back and forward, bringing its attention to the puppy like creatures. Now, to Sam and Tucker, it would look like a bunch of random ectoplasmic blobs was circling in a weird tornado of sorts that shifted around like water. Back and forth. It was good practice.

"Hey, uh...Danny?"

"Hm?"

"You...do realise that's a ghost, right?"

"Really? I never realised." Danny smirked as he continued to play with the little things, ignoring the burning stare in his side. "Technically it's more than one."

"...Danny, you still haven't told us what you wanted to yet."

"Glad to know you finally remembered." Okay, so maybe he was still feeling a little bitter about the whole leaving thing. Just a little, he knew it wasn't her fault.

"...You, I dunno, wanna tell us?" Looking at her he finally saw them, while greatly confused, held a strong look of concern in the goth's eyes. Tucker paused, looking up too, to hear his answer. Sighing, Danny let his tail drop to the little balls had immediately followed it to cuddle around the weird thing they liked. That felt a little weird to be honest.

"Something happened while you guys were gone. Ah no, before you left actually. It was a gradual thing, y'know?" Now they were alert, sitting up straight. Something that they didn't notice? It must've been bad for Danny to hide it.

And He explained his predicament for the second time of the week.

One thing led to another, a few books were thrown and only one of them fainted. (Tucker) He even told them about the bracelet. (Never let it be said that he kept secrets from his friends. At least, not for long.) And in the end, they accepted the new appendage with a sigh and a smile.

Clockwork was right as always.