A/N Guess who's back!

I have heard the cries from reviewers from my lair in the Ghost Zone. Your wails have been answered, dear readers! Now, shall we continue? BTW if any of you are BH6 fans, I have a oneshots series for that as well that I recently threw back into the world of the living...

On with our adventure!

"Try harder Daniel! You'll never perfect the technique like that, Little Badger."

Vlad sighed as once again, his protégé failed to create even a single energy construct using the new technique. "It isn't hard, you know. A simple exercise like creating a triangle out of a circular table shouldn't be difficult for you."

"Easy for you to say." Danny grunted as he tried once again to manipulate the space around the table. "You can take eighty small squares and make a circle out of them with no effort at all! Physics say that shouldn't even be possible!"

"And now I see why you're failing so spectacularly, despite me being the genius here. " Vlad chuckled, then put a hand on Danny's shoulder and leaned into his ear

"You...are...thinking...too...hard. Stop concentrating like you want to destroy the shape you see, and do what it is teenagers do best. Forego logic. Empty your mind. Wing it."

Danny closed his eyes and just relaxed. The table shivered, the space around it wavering like sonic waves on a graph. Finally, as Danny let go of the ridiculousness of a circle becoming a triangle, a triangle appeared to take the table's place. Vlad clapped slowly.

"Well that was less painful than last time. Well done little Badger. Well done."

Danny collapsed. Vlad chuckled "Now what did I say about the draw?"

"Can't...draw...too...tired!" Danny panted hard from the ground, on his back limbs spread. The older ghost snickered a bit menacingly, standing over him and folding his arms

"I'm afraid you don't have a choice. I cannot have my student wither away to nothing just as he's making progress. You will draw, or I will force your ectoplasmic body to draw for you!"

Danny reluctantly reached out to the nearest living organism—a cactus—and leeched off some of its life force. He accidently snagged a squirrel as well, and cursed his bad luck as it dropped unconscious to the ground. He was very glad Sam was not there to witness that, as she would have taken what little form he had left and kicked it to the curb.

"That's better." Vlad said satisfied "Now I wonder...do full ghosts eat?"

The older ghost was sudden;ly wary as he saw a slightly eery smile creep onto the boy's face as slowly as the Cheshire cat's.

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Sam was not a romantic. She hated the very concept of chick flicks, valentine's day, and mushy sentiments. She lit fires using love letters and ruffled dresses, and chocolates wrapped in those heart containers. She despised stories that ended with 'and they lived happily ever after', because no one did. Ever. That was life.

But Sam Manson was in love.

It was a serious, no nonsense being in love. Not the gushy, sickeningly sweet, pining-over-some-guy type of being in love. Though she would admit, she was only about one guy. The only guy she would ever proudly admit to being 'in love' with.

Danny Fenton.

Fenton. Phantom. The two sides of her friend were the same to her. He was Danny. Nothing was going to change that. Not being rich, nor being split in half, not even being overshadowed would change who he was in her eyes.

Not even that he was now a full ghost.

Part of her reveled in the irony of the situation. The Goth girl in love with a dead guy. It was too perfect for that part of herself. But at the same time she wondered tif it was still right of her to be in a relationship with him now that he was fully a ghost. Necremancy was fitting for a goth, after all.

She smirked as she walked home from school. Maybe it wouldn't matter. He was still Danny. He would always be Danny. She would love him still, she decided firmly. No matter what came their way.

Now, if only he could not be driven insane by the fruitloop, everything would return to being semi-normal after he returned...