Chapter 3:

"Danny?" Sam whispered. Sitting on the edge of his bed and watched as he began to stir. Earning her a little more movement. Until he finally opened his eyes and groaned.

"Oh man," He complained. "I had the weirdest dream," He added, reaching up to rub at his head. Only to wince when his body didn't agree with the movement. Forcing Sam to grab his hand and hold it against the bed, so he'd stop trying to perform tasks that would hurt him.

"I bet," She agreed with a little smile. But he immediately recognized this as a look she only used when trying to hide something.

"What happened?" He asked worry sneaking in his voice again. And attempted to sit up. But stopped when the action earned him a rather painful protest. And allowed Sam to push him back against the pillow.

"Don't move," She ordered simply but kindly, and he obeyed. If for no other reason than he trusted her to have his best interest at heart. Only this now left him with nothing to do but wait for his question to be answered.

"Danny," She started again with a breath. "There was an accident. You were - hurt. You've been out of it for several hours."

"Hours," He repeated, trying to wrap his mind around that and turned to look out his window. Where he discovered the sun had set. But, before he had the chance to ask another question. Tucker entered the room and immediately smiled upon finding his friend to be awake.

"Hey dude. How ya feelin'?" He asked in dramatic fashion. Causing Danny to grin back despite himself.

"A little – confused," He admitted and they both laughed. But the good humor died down again when Danny lifted his hand to examine it. As if expecting it to do something it shouldn't. Then looked back at them.

"So, just for the record. What else happened?" Though not through verbal words, he was immediately informed that something was wrong. When they looked at each other, as if working on a consistent story to tell. "Guys?" He insisted, before Sam took over again.

"Your parents are back," She said, trying to change the subject. "They called a doctor, he checked you out while you were asleep."

"He's still downstairs," Tucker put in as if this were relevant information. But Danny could tell they were only talking in an attempt to limit his time to ask questions. "He says you received some electrical burns and will be sore and sluggish for a while. But should otherwise be okay."

"Cool," Danny answered. Given them both stern glare. Daring them to interrupt again. They didn't. "Now – what aren't you telling me?"

"Don't worry about it," Sam piped in immediately. "It was probably nothing."

"Nothing?" Tucker repeated, earning an elbow to the ribs and he doubled over in pain. "Yeah – what she said," He agreed. But Danny wasn't stupid and he wasn't buying it.

"Guys," He insisted. Feeling his panic start up again. His friends had never before tried so hard keep something from him. And it was starting to creep him out.

But, before either of them could answer, or not. Danny proceeded to fall through his bed, with a shout of surprise. And would have likely fallen straight through the floor as well, if he hadn't wanted so badly to go up again..

"What the –" He panicked. Interrupting himself when his head rammed into the bottom of the bed. Though he hardly seemed to feel it. Before phasing back through the mattress. Only to realize that he was now standing in the thing and jumped out with a startled yelp.

His supernatural float taking him to the other side of the room. Where his friends attempted to follow.

"Danny, its' okay. Calm down," Sam insisted. Managing to grab his hand. Which was, thankfully, solid. And allowed Tucker to get on his shoulders. But, by this point the new super-powered teenager was in full on panic-mode.

And it soon became clear that the fight-or-flight instinct took on a whole new. Quite literal meaning - for a ghost.

Before anyone could do or say anything. Danny underwent the same change they had seen in the basement. Only the other way around, reverting to his ghost form this time. Which only succeeded in freaking him out all over again. And all three of them quite suddenly found themselves flying upward. Through several layers of Fenton Works' ceilings and empty space.

"Danny," Sam cried out in fear. Tucker and her hanging onto him for dear life. Her voice managed to bring him back from the panic and their accent ended as fast as it had begun. Leaving them stranded a good 200 feet above the house. "DOWN! Go back down!" She ordered, only to let out a tiny scream when they started to fall from the distraction. "Concentrate!"

"Okay, okay," Danny called back. Somehow managing to catch them and focused only on remaining in the air. If not for himself than for his friends.

This seemed to be the channel he needed. As he finally regained some semblance of control and began lowering them toward the roof.

Several minutes later their feet touched solid rooftop. And they all immediately let out a huge sigh of relief. Falling to their knees in dramatic fashion.

"Don't – do that – again," Sam commanded. And Danny nodded in agreement. Only to loose his concentration again and began floating once more. Forcing his friends to grab his arms and haul him back to earth. "Danny, listen to me." She grabbed his face and forced him to look at her. "These powers are at least somewhat controlled by your emotions. You need to calm down."

"Okay," He answered again, forcing himself to take several deep breaths and close his eyes. Which had the almost immediate effect of ending his floating. Only for him to promptly fall face first onto the roof. But at least his friends could take a well earned breather.

Regaining his composure, Danny sat up again. Slow and fearful that moving too fast would make something else happen. But, when nothing did, his attention was brought to his hands. Where he was quick to notice the jumpsuit. Not to mention the ominous white glow that surrounded him.

"I'm – I'm a ghost." The admission brought a crazy little laugh bubbling to the surface. But it, thankfully, didn't last too long. As he then looked toward the Ops Center above them. Recalled it had been designed to hunt said creatures. "Oh boy –" He said, struggling again to chill out. "I'm a ghost – sitting on top of a house full of ghost hunting equipment. Am I out of my mind?"

"It's okay," Sam insisted.

"Yeah, dude," Tucker put in as Danny turned to them again. Desperate for any form of rational thought at this point. "We ran another test when you passed out. You're not just a ghost. You're human – somehow."

"Is that even possible?" Danny asked in confusion. This sudden realization seeming to finally return him to some semblance of calm

"It must be," Sam proclaimed. "I don't know how. But you've managed it."

"I guess," Danny murmured, looking down at his hands again and considered something. "I do feel better. It doesn't hurt anymore."

"That's always good," Tucker encouraged with a smile. But Danny didn't return it. Instead getting to his feet again. Still struggling to control the shaking.

"Yeah, but – now what do I do? I can't let my parents see me like this. They'll tear me apart molecule by molecule."

"Don't be so dramatic. They wouldn't do that," Sam countered, expecting to hear some backup from Tucker. But it never came. Causing her to glare at him in accusatory fashion.

"I don't know Sam," He put in. "You should have seen his dad when he found out the portal was working. He's already preparing his scalpels."

"Tucker," Sam growled. Before looking back at Danny who had grown a few shades whiter. "Danny, it's gonna be okay," She insisted. Reaching out to grab his hand again. Partly to comfort him and partly to ensure he didn't fly away.

"Yeah – of course it is," He stuttered. Before holding up a finger. "Will you excuse me a moment?" The other two only blinked, as he phased through her hand and walked a few feet away. Only to fall to his knees and proceeded to threw up.

His friends were back at his side in an instant. But that didn't stop the poor guy from hyperventilating. At the thought of being captured and dissected by his own parents. Or worse.

"Hey, no worries," Tucker said. "I'll bet we can find a way to reverse this and make you normal again. Then your parents will never know."

"You think?" Danny asked, his voice shaking with nerves.

"Sure. "I mean – if they made something that could make you half ghost. It's only reasonable that they could make something to change you back."

"Either way. We'll have to discuss it later," Sam announced then. Bringing up a rather important detail. "It might be a good idea to change back to Danny Fenton now. So when your parents come see their little boy, you'll actually be there."

This proceeded to earn her a look that declared Danny was now even more confused than he'd been a moment ago. If that were even possible.

"Change back?" He repeated. "How?"

"Um," The two muttered at the same time. Looking at each other for answers.

"Well –" Tuck chimed in. "The last time you changed after passing out. It'd be reasonable to assume it would happen again if we - hit you," He suggested with a sheepish grin.

"Nice," Sam complained spitting out the word like a sour taste.

"Hey, I'm trying!" Tucker quailed, throwing his hands in the air.

"It doesn't mater," Their ghost friend insisted. "I'm willing to try anything." With this he held his arms out. Indicating he was ready for them to do whatever it took to knock him into unconsciousness.

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"Ow!" Danny complained after Tucker had hit him with a metal pipe for the 17th time. But still he wouldn't go down.

"Well, at least you actually felt it that time," The other boy growled. Shaking his hands of the numbness that was setting in. Due to banging his pipe against what was apparently the equivalent of a stone wall.

"Danny, this isn't working," Sam announced throwing her own weapon away. "Ghost's must be stronger than your average human's. We can't cause enough damage."

"Then what am I supposed to do? Live on the streets? I like it here," He panicked again, which damn near sent him falling through the roof again. But managed to catch himself with some well-timed floating.

"Perhaps we need to make you forget that you're a ghost," Tucker suggested. And other two looked at him for a suggestion about how they might go about doing such a thing. To which he clearly didn't have one.

However, before they could begin riddling it out. The sound of voices hovered from Danny's bedroom window. Informed them that Mr. and Mrs. Fenton had discovered the room was void of one teenage son.

"Oh no," Danny panicked immediately. And his friends turned back in time to watch the ghost boy disappear from sight.

"Whoa," Tucker announced with an owlish blink of amazement.

"Danny?" Sam asked the open air, concerned that her friend had run. Only to walk into his invisible form.

"Hey – what?" His disembodied voice proclaimed. Prompting Sam to frown at the space and reach up to locate his chest. "What are you doing?"

Blushing, Sam moved her hand to his shoulder instead. And took a breath in the hopes that it would rub off and calm Danny as well. "I don't mean to alarm you. But – you're invisible."

There was a strange non-reaction from this. But she could feel him moving under her touch to check that she was correct. Then a sigh radiated from the air. "Of course I am. Cause I didn't have enough problems already."

"Um – guys," Tucker interrupted. Rushing to the only door and locked it. "Talk later, change back now." He ordered, putting his weight against it as well, when someone tried to open it from the other side.

"I don't know how," The ghost kid complained, coming back into view halfway through his rant and jumped in shock. But, before he could think about it. Sam had grabbed his shoulders, forcing him closer to the ground again. So that she could kiss him.

Tucker blinked in utter shock. Not even registering the yelling and pounding going on behind him. As his jaw hit the floor and watched his friends close their eyes in response to the tender moment.

It took no time at all for Danny's feet to touch the roof again. And the two rings of white light to appear and transform him back into his human form.

"That – works too," The techno geek proclaimed with an amused little smile. As his friends continued to enjoy themselves. Most likely having completely forgotten what they were doing beforehand.

The scene was shattered a moment later. When Jack Fenton burst through the door in full on ghost hunter mood. Almost flattening Tucker inthe process. And causing Sam and Danny to pull apart like they'd been elecrucuted. A moment later, Maddie too was on the roof. Decked out in all manner of ghost hunting assortments. Which nearly had Danny running for his life. But Sam grabbed him at the last second. And held him rooted to the spot.

"Danny!" His mother quailed with happiness. Dropping the weapon she'd been about to use against the ghost they'd apparently detected on their roof. Only moments before. And rushed to hug her child. "Oh, my baby. Are you okay? How are you feeling?" She proclaimed lovingly. Causing Danny to deflate in her arms, despite the earlier fear.

"I'm okay mom," He answered. Surpisied by his own honesty. And hugged her back, as his father came over to get in on the embrace as well. "I'm okay."

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