Ok let me first start off by saying that after this chapter there WILL be a hiatus. I'm sorry but the next chapter is just super long and will take me awhile to edit it and. It's already written it just needs fine tuning. The story itself is done, I just have edits to work on and after this I have to work on the next idea for the next story. That all being said: enjoy the chapter here and the rest of the story. This is the second version that I fixed up after people told me I had a lot of errors and things and I hope that this reads better so I can get to the next one.

Dash didn't know how to deal with everything that had been going through his mind after Kwan made that observation about his drawing of Danny looking like Phantom. He could barely manage a conversation with Kwan as they sat and ate the pizza that the Asian teen wanted to try. Dash had tried to talk him out of it, but Kwan insisted on wanting to try their pizza with squid tentacles, capers, garlic, and chicken. He didn't know how his friend managed to eat as much as he did but after one slice, Dash had had enough.

While they ate Kwan had carried on most of the conversation with what he did in California and all the things he saw. He asked Dash what had gone on with him while he had been away, but their town didn't have a lot of things to do and with him working every morning there wasn't a lot he could do at night. All in all Kwan had much more to say and Dash was thankful for that. Hearing his friend ramble on about the sights and seeing his family was nice and it also gave him something else to focus on for the time being.

Afterwards Kwan had to get back to his house to finish unpacking which left Dash with a lot of free time to be by himself until his parents got home and wanted to eat. He tried to draw more, but after he kept on drawing Danny's face over and over again he decided to go down to the basement and work out for awhile. He did some curls to get some blood pumping to his arms, jumped some rope for a bit of a warm up, and then tackled the punching bag. He hit it with a series of jabs and hooks all the while bouncing on his toes and trying to jump about and keep his form up. He wasn't planning on ever being the next Golden Glove and he certainly didn't know a great deal about how to box, but he knew the basics and made sure to follow them well enough so that he didn't fall into a bad form.

He worked on the bag for over an hour before he had to stop for a breather. He was covered in sweat and still the thoughts about Danny and Phantom kept circling his head. Figuring he had done enough working out for now he grabbed a towel and headed back up to his room.

The similarities between Fenton and Phantom kept plaguing his mind as he sat on his bed sipping from a glass of water. He honestly had no idea what to think about any of it but did know one thing he could at least do. Getting up he went over to his book shelf and pulled out one of his old year books and started to go through them to look for pictures of Danny. He wasn't a very popular student and wasn't in any extracurricular activities but there were still a few pictures of him.

After finding a few pictures Dash got out one of his old sketch books and started to draw Danny from what he saw. He didn't shade in the hair, though, and with each passing picture he drew the resemblance to his hero become clearer and clearer. He didn't understand what this could mean or how it was possible but he knew Danny somehow was connected to Phantom and he wanted to know how.

The next day, Dash watched Danny like a hawk as he swam for a shorter period than normal. Things were starting to come together in his mind but he still didn't have enough information to put together the whole puzzle. After he was done with his shift he went home and gathered his sketches of Danny and looked them over again while comparing them to Phantom. They looked so much like the ghost that he knew it couldn't just be his drawings that did it.

"It can't just be my drawing style…" Dash muttered to himself as he looked at two drawings side by side. He had drawn several other people before and none of them looked as similar as Phantom and Danny did.

Dash knew the only way to get to the bottom of this mystery was to talk to Danny himself and decided to call him. He asked the other teen to meet him at the park but once he got there he started to have doubts about it all. This guy was starting to be his friend and he wanted him to like him, but Dash thought if he started making wild accusations then Danny would likely never want anything more to do with him. Worse would be if he started to tell people that he was crazy, but Danny didn't seem like that kind of guy.

The fears Dash had though, didn't diminish as he talked to Danny in the park. He actually checked for a pulse and felt his heart beat to check if he was still alive. If he hadn't had other things on his mind he would have enjoyed the feel of Danny's body but he had other problems at the moment.

He knew Danny was alive but that didn't solve anything. After throwing out several crazy theories about a possible dead brother and his parents maybe doing something to bring him back he could see Danny was getting nervous and it wasn't the kind of nervous that said he was crazy. It was more like the type of nervous that he had stumbled upon something that Danny wanted to keep hidden.

After hearing that he had a choice to finally know the answers or not Dash decided that he had to know. This whole thing was driving him crazy and he needed to understand the secret connection between the Fenton Danny and the Phantom Danny.

He followed Danny back to Fenton Works where they quickly made their way up to his room. He had never been to the upstairs before or anywhere really in the Fenton home besides the family room and kitchen from the time he was being tutored by his sister and when Danny and him had hung out recently. There was also the time he had gotten shrunk with Phantom and they had to run for their lives through the house but he didn't really count that.

The room was a nice shade of blue, not dark but not like a baby blue, with posters of NASA and space on the walls along with a few from bands. Pictures of Manson and Foley were posted up around a desk where a computer was and beside it was a bulletin board with all sorts of blueprints and sticky notes on it. A pretty typical twin sized bed that hadn't been made that morning sat against the wall and by a window and against another door that Dash figured was a closet was a small dresser with a mirror over it. There were some clothes scattered about on the floor and a bit of a mess near a wastebasket with crumpled pieces of paper but otherwise the room wasn't too dirty. All together it seemed like a fairly typical room for a teenager, and not something he expected form the son of professional ghost hunters. He thought there'd be some kind of weapon laying about at the least.

"So…" Danny spoke interrupting Dash's thoughts on his room as he sat on his bed and watched him take a seat in the chair by his desk, "I guess you're not going to buy any kind of lie, and quite frankly there's no kind of story I could think up right now that would cover everything you've apparently discovered on your own."

"But, Dash," Danny spoke calmly and seriously putting a great deal on emphasis on the words he chose to speak, "Just know that this is a very big secret, Dash, and you can't tell anyone. Not Kwan, not Paulina, no one."

"Whatever you tell me in this room will never leave it." Dash gulped and watched as Danny stood up, walked up to him, and crossed his arms.

"You want to know why me and Phantom look so much alike?"

When the blond nodded a ring of light appeared around Danny's waist that quickly split to move up and down his body. As the light passed along his clothes the simple white t-shirt and jeans he had been wearing transformed into a familiar black jump suite with a stylized D in the middle. When the light passed his head Dash stared as the jet black hair become pure white and the teen's icy blue eyes became a glowing green.

"It's because we're both the same person." Danny smirked as he stood there for a moment with his arms still crossed below his emblem.

Dash's left eye twitched in shock for a moment. He had suspected something like this but after he had checked Danny's pulse he thought maybe it was something else. Now here he was sitting before the guy who he had idolized as his hero for over three years and it turned out to be the same guy he had been bullying for just as long.

After several moments of just staring at him Dash started to rub at his forehead and lean over his knees with his elbows in his legs. To say a huge bomb had been dropped into his lap would have been an understatement. He honestly had no idea how to process this; he had shoved his hero into his locker countless times before, bullied him, and made his life hell at times and yet Danny still had saved him on several occasions. He saved him from that falling tree branch not that long ago and from that ghost that tried to hunt them down like animals just off the top of his head. Dash couldn't wrap his mind around all of this and when he looked up again he saw Danny was back to being Fenton and looking at him with concern and worry written all over his face.

"Dash…?"

"Just… Wow…" Dash started to laugh and rubbed his eyes before he looked up at Danny again, "This is crazy. I've been drawing you for years and this never even crossed my mind until Kwan mistook a picture of you for Phantom."

"Yeah, well, to be fair you're the only person to actually notice the similarities between both of my forms. Everyone else just saw me change or I told them," Danny smiled as he sat back down on his bed before realizing all that Dash had said, "Wait! Kwan noticed the similarities?! Does he suspect anything?!"

"No, he just thinks I need to make faces more different from each other. He saw a picture I drew of you without having colored in your hair so it was still white. Your secret's safe, don't worry."

"Thanks, I'm glad that-," Danny jerked his head and looked at Dash suspiciously, "Wait, you drew a picture of me?"

"Uh well…" Dash blushed and he couldn't look at the guy in front of him, "Yeah it's just a silly little thing. I just wanted to try to draw you. It's nothing big." When he looked up at Danny he saw he still had his brow raised and was looking at him obviously thinking there was more to that than Dash was letting on.

"So uh, how did you end up all…," He gestured with his hand up and down over the other's body, "Like how you are?"

"I got zapped by this thing called the Ghost Portal in my parents' lab. I was inside when I accidentally turned it on and near as we can figure the ghost ectoplasm bound itself to my DNA and I developed ghost powers." Danny replied casually with a shrug as if he was talking about the weather instead of a near death experience.

"I think I'm getting a headache…," Dash rubbed at his head and let his hands pull down on his face, "So you're telling me that you've been busy fighting off the ghosts that have been attacking our town since freshman year, and you've been letting me bully you all this time?"

"Well for the most part, yeah. Though I have gotten back at you before; like shoving the frogs down your pants, the whipped cream incident in French class last year, and having all those teddy bears of yours fall from your locker, but that was it. I stopped doing that and let you do what you liked to me because well…" Danny shrugged, "It sort of didn't bother me after awhile. I mean I didn't like it and it bugged me, but I just thought you had some issues of your own to deal with and I was a convenient target for you."

"I really am sorry, I just… I had reasons that I'm working out but it didn't excuse what I did to you." Dash said somberly looking down at his feet in shame.

"Hey, we're friends now, right? So no dwelling on it." Dash looked up and gulped at the sincere smile Danny had on his face. It wasn't even fair that this guy he was crushing on could look at him like that and not know how much it meant to him.

"I guess," Dash sighed and then looked Danny in the eye, "So… what now?"

"Well you're in on the secret now, so I get to tell you about my adventures and maybe learn to help if you want." He shrugged, "Maybe you can draw some cool stories from what you see and I can help pose and be a model for you. It helps that I can float so I can pose in the air." Danny chuckled and looked down at Dash's bag, "Though speaking of, I'd really like to see this picture of me you drew that had Kwan thinking it was Phantom."

"Uhh… Maybe another time. I don't have it with me, but maybe we can just hang out here for a bit?" Dash asked nervously hoping that the other teen couldn't see the blush he had coming from his face

Another smile and a nod was the response Danny gave Dash and the blond was thankful for the subject to change. It was weird to think about, knowing that Danny Fenton and Danny Phantom were the same person but he felt it wouldn't be too hard to accept this new normal in his life. Much like how he had come to accept ghosts attacking their town every other day and the weird things that happened in his life, this was just something else that he would have to learn to live with.

Like it? Love it? Hate it? I don't know I'm not a mind reader you have to tell me! Regardless though I'll work on the next chapter and hopefully I'll have the next chapter up before the end of the week.

(Seriously it's the longest chapter yet at over 5000 words as is, give it some time.)

This is version 2.0 and I'd like to thank FallingNarwahls for helping me fix this up. You're awesome.