Hello again! Hooray for chapter 12!

Sorry that this chapter took a little longer to go up, and I do realize that it's actually only been a few days, but it feels so long! Sadly I have other stuff I have to do besides just writing fanfiction :( it sucks, I know.

Krusher: Thanks for pointing out the error in chapter 10, but in my head that actually is kinda what Danny was thinking :P

LooneyAces: I think that I shall, and it's good to know the first reveal is going over well!

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Princessbinas: I'm pretty sure that it is a bit of a fetish, and I don't think there's any real proof besides Spectra (which you're correct, she doesn't feed on all emotions). I for one always like things to be a little bit darker, although my fics I'm thinking that most of it will be really subtle, like the fact that I have Danny as actually half-dead, instead of a human with ghost powers, or the fact that he has to feed like a ghost to sustain himself. Also, I just think it's cool :P

Guest: That would actually be a really cool concept for a fanfic!

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"I swear, the next girl that tries to ask you out, she's going to know exactly how painful steel-toed boots can be," Sam growled as she glared at a passing trio of giggling sophomore.

"I personally never realized that girls giggled so much," Tucker said, waving at the girls. "But I guess that's because we always hang out with Sam."

Sam's fist thudded heavily against Tucker's shoulder, and the techo-geek yelped, rubbing the now sore spot.

"You never learn," Danny tsked, supressing a smile.

"But I also never lie," Tucker said as he danced away from another punch.

"Keep talking, Foley. I think your shins will wish you lied, once I'm through with you," Sam threatened.

"Okay, okay, I'm done," Tucker raised his hands in surrender, and quickly changed the subject. "So, Danny, what are you going to tell your parents tonight?"

Sam glared at Tucker a moment longer before accepting the change in conversation. "They did see your eyes and all. And don't think you can play it off as a trick of the light, because there's no way they'd believe that."

"Unless you blamed it on the Fenton Works sign," Tucker added.

"No, I've actually kind of got a story prepared already. I mean, I've always been really careful, but with everything that's been happening I've been slipping a lot, so I decided it would be best to have a sort of 'worst case scenario'," Danny explained. "For… the accident, I told my parents, I told everyone, that I got a little shock, right?"

"Yeah, and your parents made you stay home for a week to rest because they were so worried," Tucker nodded.

"Right. Well, my parents know that it involved the ghost portal, but they don't know the whole story. I won't tell you guys, not yet, but I could easily tell my parents that the shock was ectoplasm. I can use it to explain why I'm cold, and why my eyes were glowing. It's just the result of the ectoplasm."

Hardly even a lie.

"But, dude, what if your parents want to take, like, a sample?" Tucker asked with wide eyes.

"Then I'll let them," Danny shrugged.

"What if they discover your secret? How do you know that sample won't reveal everything?" Sam argued. She trusted Danny, and she trusted his parents. If he told them the truth, they would accept him, but while Danny was still trying to keep his ghost half a secret from them, she would do everything she could so it would stay that way.

"Because once I realized what had happened to me, after the accident, I sort of ran a few tests with my blood," Danny spoke quickly, cringing at his friends' shocked expressions.

"And?" Sam prompted.

"And nothing. There just some traces of ectoplasm in my system. Unless I allow my cold core, which is basically my ghostly power source and heart, to surface, the ectoplasm remains somewhat dormant. Enough energy leaks through so that I can use some, actually most, of my powers while human, but they aren't as strong as they would be when I go ghost," Danny explained.

Sam and Tucker still looked a little skeptical, but accepted Danny's reasoning. As long as it would keep his parent's curiosity sated, everything would be fine.

"Come on, boys, we've got gym next," Sam said. Before walking away, she quickly laced her fingers in Danny's, causing the halfa to grin and happily be pulled along, much to the chagrin of any girls that had been not so subtly checking him out.


"Have you experience any other side effects?"

"No."

"Any out of body experiences?"

"No."

"Any sudden bouts of pain?"

"No."

"What about memory lapses? Sudden losses on consciousness? The desire to do evil?"

"No, no, and only to Dash's face," Danny said calmly. His father had a firm hold on his arm and was taking a blood sample, while his mother rattled off a continuous spiel of questions, both from a scientific standpoint, and from the fears of a worried mother.

"Why didn't you tell us, Danny?" Maddie asked.

"I didn't want you guys to worry. I'm fine, it was just a little shock, nothing happened," Danny sighed. Overall, the conversation with his parents had gone fairly well. Upon arriving at Fenton Works, Sam and Tucker had wished Danny luck before going upstairs to his room, leaving him alone with his angry, and worried ghost hunting parents. Once their initial barrage of questions had died down, Danny gave them his not-quite-a-lie of an explanation, which their scientific minds greedily accepted. This, of course, brought a newer round of questions and the inevitable blood draw.

"We will determine that once this sample has been examined," Jack said, removing the needle and holding up the now blood filled syringe. Danny wasn't sure if his parents, with their average human eyesight, could see the flecks of green floating amongst the red. But to him it was plain as day.

Jack lumbered over to one of the computers and stuck the needle into a mesh covering, pressing the plunger and forcing the blood into the container hidden beneath.

"A full analysis will take a few hours, but it should be done some time during the meeting tonight," Jack said.

"We're still have a meeting?" Danny asked, a little dumbly.

"Of course, Danny-boy! We had to cancel last night's trip to the Ghost Zone because we were looking for you. We won't go tonight, but we'll still have the meeting," Jack beamed.

"Right. I'm going upstairs." Danny slid off the table where he was perched and, once he was safely out of sight, phased up through the floor to his bedroom.

"So how'd it go?" Sam asked, not even looking up from the book she was reading.

"Pretty good, actually," Danny said, while Tucker yelped when the halfa suddenly appeared before them. Danny dropped to the floor, crossing his legs and resting his elbows on his knees. "We're having a Ghostketeer meeting tonight."

"Of course we are, we have one every night," Tucker said, recovering from his shock.

"Yeah, but Dash has been acting weird. I mean, not once today did he try to insult me or shove me into a locker. I was hoping to avoid him for as long as possible. Which I can't exactly do if he's going to be here in my basement."

"Dude, you avoid him when he is going to wail on you, not when he's giving you a free pass! What's avoiding him going to do anyways?"

"I guess nothing, really. But I think he's going to do something. And knowing Dash, it's probably not going to be anything good."

"So what are you going to do?" Sam marked the page in her book and looked down at Danny.

"I don't really think there's anything I can do, not yet anyways. You guys gonna stay until the meeting starts?"

"Of course!" Tucker grinned. "I managed snag us some accounts for this new game from the creators of Doom."

"And by snag you mean?"

"Hacked their network and managed to create some accounts for the closed beta, of course, you should know this by now, Sam," Danny grinned in response to Sam's question.

"Hey, speaking of hacking, why are your ghost files on the lab computer instead of yours?" Tucker asked as he plugged his PDA into Danny's computer.

"Because the computer in the lab automatically encrypts any data stored on it and has numerous top notch firewalls to prevent someone breaking in and stealing my parents work. Of course, I guess they didn't consider Foley brand hacking," Danny chuckled.

"Of course they didn't, no one ever does," Tucker grinned.


"And I, Technus, master of all technology, will no longer be held by your dastardly device, as it is now in my control!" The Fenton Thermos was ripped from Danny Phantom's hands and soared towards the massive mechanical body Technus had formed moments ago. It fit itself into the open space in one of Technus' outstretched palms.

"Now let's see how you like it!" As the thermos powered up, the camera shook and was knocked over by Phantom as he dodged the Thermos' bright beam.

"So did he get you?" Sam asked as the screen went black.

"Nope. I have yet to be privileged with the opportunity to see the inside of the Thermos," Danny said. He, Sam, and Tucker were sitting away from the rest of the Ghostketeers, who were avidly cheering for Danny Phantom as the recording played.

Tonight, they were studying the fighting habits of ghosts by watching every single video his parents could get their hands on. There were short clips from traffic cameras, commentated scenes from news broadcasts, entire fights caught by mall cameras, and the occasional very shaky video taken by Maddie and Jack themselves. Until now, Danny hadn't realized just how much of his fights were documented. He made a personal note to watch out for hidden cameras in the future.

The A-listers, like Team Phantom, had separated themselves from the group, Star among their ranks under the guise of a potential new Ghostketeer. They avidly watched any fights involving Danny Phantom, cheering with everyone else, but generally ignored any other clips in favour of discussing their plan. Dash had informed them all of his discovery.

Their hero, Danny Phantom, had made an arrangement with one Danny Fenton. Phantom would reside in Fenton's body while he wasn't fighting, so he could stay close-by if one of his enemies did appear, and Fenton… well, they hadn't figured out what Fenton was getting out of the deal. But it must have been something. At the start of the meeting, they had grabbed one of the Fenton's more harmless weapons, which seemed as if it was designed for this very situation.

Honestly, that's because it was. The Fenton Forcer was designed to expel any spirits inhabiting a body, to be used when someone was being overshadowed. It stood to reason that it would work in this case as well. And the A-listers, desperate to meet their hero, didn't pause to think about the fact that, if Dash was right, and they forced Phantom out of Fenton's body, he might actually get mad at them.

The final pair to be separated from the group, was Maddie and Jack. They hovered by their computer, anxiously awaiting the results from their son's blood. The occasional beep coming from the computer was the only clue they had to the fact that the analyzation was, in fact, still occurring. When it was done, it would make a different sound. Not a beep, but a rapid clicking, sort of like—sort of like that.

Maddie stopped in the middle of her pacing and spun around to face the computer, diving for the chair before it while Jack hovered over her shoulder. The sudden movement turned a few curious heads, but the videos of ghost fighting proved more interesting.

Maddie's eyes scanned the images and print, taking in first the expected information. Blood type, white cell count, and the ectoplasm they had been informed about. But there was more than just "trace amounts" as Danny had said.

"Jack, look at this," Maddie said, eyes scouring the screen.

"Rapid cell death," Jack answered. They both glanced back at Danny before their eyes returned to the screen.

"It must be the ectoplasm." Maddie took what little blood remained untouched after the analysis and put it under a microscope. "Jack, can you pass me the new serum?"

Maddie held out her hand as Jack pulled a vial of red liquid, the same red liquid Danny had seen him working with during one of their previous meetings, and the same red liquid used in their newest blaster. With her eye up to the microscope, Maddie poured a few drops onto Danny's blood and informed her husband of the results. They shared a solemn nod as Jack reached the newest addition to the Fenton arsenal.

The remainder of the meeting was spent under a blanket of undetected tension. The A-listers continued to whisper amongst themselves, excited about meeting their hero. Maddie and Jack stayed by the computer, casting a wary glance at the son they believed to be dying every couple of minutes. Danny listened idly to Sam and Tucker's chatter, the only aware of the emotions hanging in the air. He had seen his parents reading his results, but they hadn't made a big display about anything. He was still keeping an eye out for Dash, but he, too, had yet to do something big.

The final video played, and ended with Danny Phantom receiving a rather nasty hit to the head. They were unable to watch the rest of the fight, because at that point Danny had been knocked back and took out the camera. Maddie turned off the projector and turned to the Ghostketeers.

"Alright, everyone. I hope you took special note of how ghosts fight, because starting tomorrow we'll be doing evening patrols so that we can take care of those spooks ourselves," Maddie grinned and clapped her hands together. Most of the Ghostketeers rose from their seats and shuffled out of the lab and off to their own homes. The A-listers moved slowly, dragging behind the rest of the group, then hiding out on the stairs to wait for the opportune moment. Lancer was gathering his things together and found himself hovering as Maddie and Jack approached their son.

"Danny, we got the results of your blood test," Maddie said.

"See, and there was just a bit of ectoplasm, like I told you there would be," Danny said with a reassuring smile, while Lancer's eyes widened at his casual tone. Ectoplasm in the blood didn't sound good, certainly it wasn't something to smile about.

"Yes, Danny-boy, about that," Jack started, then proceeded to explain what they had found.

Dash peered around the corner of the stairs. The adults all had their backs to the jock, and even though Fenton was facing him, he looked too distracted by his parents to notice the A-listers slide out of their hiding spot.

"Okay, guys, ready?" Dash asked, glancing around at his group of friends. They all nodded eagerly, and Dash slipped the Fenton Forcer out of his pocket and into his palm. It was small and compact, like the lipstick blaster, but rectangular instead of cylindrical. Confident in how much his aim had improved over the previous sessions, he raised his hand and thumbed the trigger as Fenton raised his voice.

"What? No! It's fine, you don't need to do that!" Danny raised his hands in a placating gesture as his dad raised the new gun that he had been so eager to find the purpose of. Danny decided that this was not how he wanted to find out.

Then several things happened very quickly.

The ghost alarm in the lab started to go off as a loud thud resounded from inside the portal. Dash and Jack, both startle by the sudden sound, fired at the same time. Danny's eyes widened as he felt the force of the blows against his chest, and he flew backwards into the lab wall as Sam and Tucker shouted his name and Lancer, who had been watching, cried out "Lord of the Flies!"

Another thump came from the portal as Danny's mind started to register the pain. It was agony. He had heard several of his ribs crack on impact, and he took short, shallow breaths, because anything more and it would start to feel like he had been stabbed in the chest. It felt as if his blood was on fire, burning him from the inside out, and Danny let out one, bone chilling scream, dangerously close to his wail, that caused the whole lab to shake.

Before his eyes slid shut, he saw the door to the portal burst open and the black skeleton ghosts came pouring out.

Two days, Phantom.


Oh no, cliffhanger! Sorry guys, I just couldn't resist! Sorry once again for how long it took to get this uploaded.

'See' you next time!