These is a bit that Dad just turn out, said it was for the middle of Chapter 3 and, well, here ya go.

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As Danny was turning up the trail leading to the cabins he saw someone come out of the nurse's office. Even at that distance he could make out her red hair and white shorts. Abigail. common courtesy said to wait for her and at least say 'hi'. But he remembered how she had beat at him and twisted his ear. He didn't really want anything to do with her. He was turning to go when she unexpectedly called out "Hey, wait!" and started running towards him.

So Danny waited until she had come up to him. "Hey," he said. "The nurse cut you loose?"

"Yeah. There wasn't anything wrong with me. They were just being super-cautious, you know. Don't want any lawsuits."

"And you're not traumatized by being saved by a ghost."

"It was trying to kidnap me, not rescue. Why is it so hard to you to get that straight?"

Because I was there? No, that wouldn't do. "Because everything the counselors said makes it sounds like you got thrown over the cliff by your horse and the ghost boy caught you in mid-air and was trying to fly you back?"

"Whatever. Walk with me back to camp," Abigail unexpectedly asked.

"Why?"

"Does everything have to have a reason?"

"I thought you didn't like me?"

"I never said that."

"Well you pick on my father a lot?"

"But he's weird..."

"He's still my father. How would you like it if I made fun of your father all the time?"

"You do."

"No I don't."

"Guys in White - 'government morons...' What am I supposed to think? Well, are you coming?" she asked

"I don't know."

"Don't tell me you need permission from your mommy before you can do anything?"

"My mother?"

"That Goth girl you're always hanging about. It's like you can't spit without asking her first. Don't you ever do anything on your own."

"Sam's not my mother. I don't need permission from her to do anything."

"Great, then let's walk."

"Did I miss anything while the Nurse was checking me out?"

"Let's see? We had burnt baked potatoes and half cooked hamburger stew for lunch..."

"Yum. Sounds better than what they serve in the cafeteria."

"Don't let Mrs Sanchez hear you say that."

"The cook?" Abigail laughed.

"Then a girl named Tracy got lost."

"Did they find her."

"Yeah."

"Was she kidnapped by the camp ghost as well?"

"No. There was no ghost involved. She fell in a ravine." Danny suddenly realized that Tracy had seen a ghost -- him -- so he couldn't just pretend that she hadn't. "I guess maybe she did see a ghost but it was kind of leading her back to the Polo Field."

"I knew it."

"Knew what?"

"There was a ghost here."

"Sunday you said there were no ghosts here."

"I said my parents wouldn't never let me come here if they thought there was a ghost haunting it. That much is true. But my research had indicated that something wasn't right at Sleepy Hollow, so I talked them into letting me come here."

"I wondered why you had come far away from Virginia to go camping. So you're trying to be a Girl in White on your own?"

"Why not, it sounds exciting. Mom's in management at some big corporation. She says it makes her feel important but it sounds deathly boring to me."

They turned up the trail towards their cabins. The trail was very shady here, cool and damp with an earthy smell.

"You planning to follow in your father's footsteps?"

Danny looked at her suspiciously.

"You know, studying ghost, inventing ghost fighting gadgets and all that. It wasn't a dig at your father." Abigail ended defensively.

"I've always wanted to be an astronaut."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'd love to go out into space. Visit other planets, travel to other stars. I want to go out and do something that no else has ever done before."

"That's cool. I've always sort of thought space was cool. But not for me. I've always wanted to be Lara Croft."

Danny looked at her, then looked her up and down. She was still wearing the clothes she was wearing in the morning, white shorts with a crisply folded cuff , a sleeveless white T-shirt, white knee-high socks and work boots. "You've got the look right," Danny observed.

"Oh, you're just looking at my boobs."

"I was not!"

"Then why weren't you?"

"What!"

"I love messing with your head. You embarrass so easily. You're kind of cute when you blush."

"I wasn't looking at your..." Danny couldn't bring himself to say the word.

"Danny, girls know what boys at looking at. It's not that hard to follow their eyes. You may not think you were looking at my boobs, but you were. -- Wow. I think your face is redder than my hair. I didn't think that was possible."

Unexpectedly she slipped her arm around Danny's and pulled him closer. "I'm serious about wanting to be like Lara Croft. I want to go out into jungles and explore lost cities, dig up ancient tombs, find things that no one else has ever found. Kind of like you and your astronaut dream."

"You make it sound like we both don't want to have anything to do with what our parents do," Danny said, uncomfortable with the way her arm felt in his, the occasional brush of their hips together.

"My father doesn't want me to do anything unless it is one hundred percent perfectly safe. I can't go to the mall with friends, unless there's an adult with us. I can't go to a movie with a boy unless it's a double date. It doesn't really have anything to do with him being a ghost hunter. I just want to go where I want, went I want. But you, being a boy, doesn't have that kind of a problem. You wouldn't understand."

"I don't know," Danny said. "My parent are pretty strict, too."

"You only think they're strict. Boys have no idea what it's like growing up a girl."

Danny had no answer to that. He could have asked if she had any idea what it was like growing up as a ghost in a household of professional ghost hunters. That he thought would trump any claims that girls have it worse than boys. But he realized that he didn't know her well enough to confide anything like that to her. After an awkward pause he asked, "Do you think there are ghosts on mars?" Danny asked.

"You gotta have people before you can have ghosts. Ghosts are an ectoplasmic manifestation of a psychic signature of a specific person. No people, no ghosts."

"But what if mars was alive, like a billion years ago. Current research suggests that mars was wetter, maybe had a thicker atmosphere. Who's to say that life didn't begin there?"

"Maybe we should send a Fenton Finder to Mars on the next satellite."

"Why not?"

"And a Fenton Bazooka with our first Marsonauts?"

"You don't think I'm serious."

Oh, Danny. Of course, if you did go to Mars and find the first ghosts there it would kind of keep you in the family business. And I'd bet you would look dashing in a jumpsuit."

"What about you, what attracts you to lost cities and ancient treasures?"

"What girl wouldn't want to put her hands on some treasure, lost or otherwise?"

"The snakes and insects and stifling heat, the lack of basic convenience, even cell phone contact, none of that would bother you?"

"That's what makes it thrilling. No one to fall back on, having to live as if every action was absolutely crucial -- because it would be. I think I would love that. And I love ancient things. Trying to understand forgotten cultures, ancient literature, religions. I want to understand the world and I guess to do that I need to understand the past."

"But not as part of some team?"

"I'm not a team player. I know it's a horrible thing to say, especially for a girl because we're supposed to be so group oriented and understanding of the feelings of others. That's just not me. I like doing things my way and I like old things. Except for my boys, I them young."

"Oh, geez," Danny pulled out of her grasp and gave her an exasperated look.

"Come on, Danny, I'm just teasing."

"I can't tell the difference with you." he complained.

"Would I be talking to you if I didn't like you?"

"I guess not."

They were nearing the clearing where their cabins were. In another few steps they'd go to their separate cabins and this special moment would be over. Suddenly Danny felt the need to seize the moment.

"Abigail, do you think there are ghosts who aren't evil?"

"Why do you ask?" the red-head asked.

Danny kind of wondered why he had blurted that out, too. It was cutting a little too close to telling her about his secret.

"Just curious." he said.

"Good ghosts? Only in comic books. There has never been a ghost in recorded history that wasn't evil."

"What about the ghost of the Dairy King?"

"There's a Dairy ghost?"

"Never mind."Danny realized what a fool he'd been. Abigail was pretty and friendly and liked many of the things he did but as long as she believed all ghosts were evil, well, that included him, Danny Phantom as well. He was flattered that she might have thought of him as boyfriend material but her hatred of ghosts was an insurmountable barrier.

The wall of trees opened up to reveal the cabins a short distance ahead. Danny turned to Abigail ans said, "It's been fun talking to you. I'm glad you weren't hurt today."

"Yeah this was nice." She suddenly leaned in and pressed her lips to his cheek. "Thanks for walking me back to the cabins," she said then skipped ahead.

Danny was still blushing a few moments later when he found Sam sitting at one of the picnic tables, looking at him crossly.

"You've got lipstick on your cheek." she announced.

Danny hastily scrubbed at his cheek then looked at his hand.. "There's no lipstick," he said.

"Not for her lack of trying!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Danny, I don't mind that you want to chase girls but why do you always go chasing after the ones that want to kill you?"

"What do you mean?"

First Val, now this Abigail. She's the daughter of a Guy in White. What do you think will happen if she ever find out that you're a ghost."

"It won't happen."

"You don't know. Anything could happen but the more time you spend hanging around her the greater the chance she finds out."

"She won't. Where's your friend with all the piercing?"

"Off with some boy. But we're talking about you.

"Sam, I'm not a child. Ican tie my own shoes. And I know how to keep a secret." He stalked off towards his cabin, under his breath he muttered,"she sounds just like my mother?"

"What did you say?" Sam called after him.

"Nothing. See you in the morning..."