I had this story written a while ago but wasn't very confident in it, but I think it's ready to be published now.

If not, I'll just update it as I see fit.

YES! This is a crossover, but the main characters from The Secret Saturdays don't show up until Chapter 4 :'(

I hope you enjoy the read!

Oh, BTW. This whole story is told from Danny's POV.

I was in my living room studying for the history test, alone. Okay, not really alone. There were a few other people in the room, but I didn't interact with any of them.

My phone started to ring. I'd gotten a text message. "Fenton-Meister! Dash and I are throwing a dance party. We were wondering if you wanted in. ~ Kwan."

Yeah, right. Like they'd ever invite me to hang out with them. They probably just needed something only I could get them, or were trying to trick me into embarrassment. I ignored the text and tried studying some more. History was first period. Since I was fighting ghosts all night every night, I'd always fall asleep in class, so I didn't know jack-squat about Nobunaga Oda, or even what year the Sengoku Period of Japan was. I doubted I'd even remember any of these names by test time in an hour.

Around half an hour later, Dash and Danielle showed up at the front door.

"Hey, Danny," exclaimed a happy Danielle.

"Oh, you're here," Dash continued. "We're throwing a party. You want in?"

"You don't really want me." I glanced over at Danielle. "You're only inviting me because she said so."

"Yeah, that about sums it up."

I knew that was the case, but actually hearing him say it drove my hands into fists. "Well, you can forget it. I'm out of here."

I packed my things and walked out the door by myself. Or so I wished. Dash had walked out the study room with me.

"What's your problem," asked Dash.

"Quit following me!" I picked up the pace and ran into a maze of bookshelves.

I paced through the maze. For some reason, it felt like my life, my friends' and family's lives, depended on my outrunning Dash. A myriad of faint screams echoed through the array of wooden shelves. I could discern Sam's voice, and my dad's, which was kinda hard to miss.

Dash's footsteps grew louder, closer. "You can't hide forever! You can't avoid me." His voice got deeper with each word, more menacing.

The floor behind me started to break into pieces, falling down into nothingness.

My skin turned pale. My build started to look more like Dash's, like we were merging. I finally reached the glass door of the library, but fell back onto the ground when I saw my reflection. The haunted eyes that stared back and the dark circles underneath them made the long, drawn-in face almost unrecognizable. I waved my hand and the person waved back. It was me. My hair was a white blaze.

That was when the floor completely caved in and I fell through.

I landed on the floor of Vlad's mansion, with Plasmius looming over me.

"Plasmius," I started. "Figures you're behind this."

"For future reference: knock before entering someone's home, or you'll end up a carpet, as you are now."

I blasted him with a handful of ecto-energy, sending him flying up and into a drapery of himself. "For future reference: When you have the upper hand, don't let your guard down, or you'll end up a wall decoration as you are now."

"Ah, plagiarism. I see your comebacks still need improvement," said Vlad as he stood back up.

"Why did you follow me here," I pressed.

"Daniel, as much as I'd love to feed your ego, you are not the only thing on my agenda. And as it so happens, I'm running a bit behind schedule, so if you could scurry along and torment some Box Ghost, that would be much appreciated."

"Why should I –"

Before I could finish my question, a sharp pain filled my chest, like my heart had turned metal and was trying to escape my rib cage any way it could. My vision faded to darkness. I don't remember how much time had passed, but after a while, my vision was restored, and I saw a familiar ghost. A teal-skinned man with fiery white hair. He wore a white jumpsuit with a black 'Y' shape stretched across the torso. In the center of the Y, the same stylized "D" that sported on mine.

"Hello, Danny."

"Danny? Danny? DANNY!"

That's when I woke up.

"WHAT?!" I did a single crunch that would've made Ms. Tetslaff proud, and was greeted with a soft crack. The wall and ceiling met on a diagonal only two feet above the bed, and my head had just rammed into it. "What?"

Jazz was sitting on the edge of my bed, my left hand sandwiched between hers. "You looked like you were having a nightmare."

I snatched it away and rubbed the back of my head.

"Yeah, you also made me hit my head on the ceiling," I snapped back. I'd been awake for maybe 5 minutes and I'd let out my second sigh that morning. Great. Now my neck hurts.

We weren't in my room, so I couldn't call her a creep for watching me as I slept.

It took a few seconds of rolling my head around before my neck unstiffened a little. Then, the memories came rushing in. Jazz was right about the nightmare.

"Any other astute observations?"

She shook her head in denial. There were tears streaming down her face. "You've been in a coma for the last two months."

"What?" I tried recalling what had happened before I woke up in this hospital bed. She was right about the nightmare. But before that, I was fighting Vlad. A bunch of civilians got involved and…

"Where's Mom and Dad? And Danielle?"

Jazz frowned. "Who's Danielle? And Mom and Dad, well, they're…"

"Oh Danny! You're awake at last! How are you feeling?" A tall yet skinny woman with dark blue hair walked up to us.

"Who's asking?"

"I'm Dr. Violet Baxter. You probably know my younger brother, Dash. I'm a nurse at this hospital."

I blinked.

Hospital?

Violet was in a long white lab coat with the words "Zone 3 Hospital" written over her breast pocket.

The room itself had two beds opposite each other, with one large common dresser against the wall. There was another section of the room that had a shower and toilet. Beyond the door Violet was standing to the side of, there was a large general area with tables and sofas. The same words that were on Violet's lab coat were printed on the wall.

"Sorry," I started. "I just need some time to think. Can you come back later?"

Violet smiled. "Of course. Just come outside when you're ready."

The moment Violet closed the door behind her, Jazz barraged me with questions. "Danny, you don't look too good. It's gotta do with your nightmare, doesn't it? What was it about?"

Why did I tell her about the nightmare?

I hated it when she could read me like one of her math books.

"Just let it go." I got out of bed too quickly and almost passed out as the blood rushed to my head. That didn't stop me from walking towards the dresser and looking into the mirror. Before me, I saw the abandoned shell of an adolescent who spent two years protecting his home from ghosts. The bags under my eyes had gotten darker. I ignored them and hoped Jazz hadn't noticed, or was able to do the same. Then again, if she had noticed them, she would've said something.

There was a purple post-it note stuck to the side of the mirror. A small puddle formed at the edge of my left eye as I read it.

She'd known what was bothering me all along. She just wanted to hear me say it. First with my powers, and now with this. What other secrets of mine did she know but didn't tell me out of courtesy of my privacy?

I opened up the top drawer and grabbed my towel and a change of clothes, eager to leave the room, but stopped at the door and looked back at my sister. She'd been staring at me this whole time, concern written all over her face.

I also hated it when she's worried for all the right reasons. Then I looked like the villain for… nevermind.

Sometimes at night, when she was almost positive I was asleep, I could hear sniffling from the other side of the bed for good ten minutes. Another ten minutes later, I'd turn to face her, and see a damp spot at the edge of the small curvature of pillow caressing her head. She was afraid one day, something would be the finishing blow: that my nightmares would snatch me away from her.

"I'm sorry, Jazz. I know you're just worried about me, and I'm grateful, but I still need breathing room." The sudden show of maturity surprised me just as much as it did Jazz with the face she put on. "I'm… gonna go talk to Violet after I shower."

"Oh… okay. Of course. Just… glad you know I'm here for you. And Valerie, too. And… anyway, you have friends. You're not alone."

"Mhm."

Jazz smiled, which, to be honest, only made me want to leave the room sooner rather than later.

I thought the smile was just out of pity, but realized when I looked into the bathroom mirror that it wasn't. It was a response to my own.