Damion Gray was not obsessive, he didn't hold grudges, and all in all he didn't take anything personally. Damion Gray was not the man to dwell on things. He was laid back and only protective of his only daughter, she was all he had left. Who could blame the guy?

Damion didn't like to hold on to anything for too long. His daughter did that and he didn't like it at all. It was dangerous behavior in his opinion. Over obsessing has led his dear Valerie to some pretty drastic lengths. The man never obsessed over anything, in his opinion it was better to let things go.

But tonight Damion Gray was doing something out of his character. He was dwelling on a small matter that wasn't originally brought to his attention. He was sitting in his chair at Axion Labs and staring into a television. He'd been there later than his shift and he watched, playing the scene over and over.

He'd received the tape from his daughter so she could prove that she was innocent of the crimes he pinned on her. She hadn't been controlling the battle suit when it destroyed the labs. And at first the fact that bothered him for a while was what was? But he soon got over that after he noticed something no one else seemed to.

Something was wrong. Was he completely insane? A few more reviews of it told him that it was in fact there. What "it" was exactly was beyond him.

He knew Valerie was an excellent fighter so the skills she displayed didn't bother her. But Danny Fenton's abilities baffled him. His parents were ghost hunters, and he knew that so it was possible he picked something up. But the problem was Damion knew Danny, and everyone knew he and his sister despised ghost hunting.

Not a definite reason why he couldn't pick things up, but the moves looked like that of a fighter. But the boy, as told by his daughter, could be clumsy and wasn't physically fit. Yet while dodging the blasts of the gun he seemed to be a natural at it, as if he'd done it many times before. He could glance behind without losing his footing and he didn't look scared while he ran. He looked confident and ready.

Then came the part that bothered him, Danny went from confident fighter to a frightened boy. But before the laser was pointed on him the "suit" as he liked to call it said something while pointing to the camera. But before that was the one thing that sent Damion into such pondering, a bright ring of light formed around Danny's waist. And that's when "it" presented itself to him.

At first the man thought it was simply a technological problem and nothing else. But it just couldn't have been, because when it came Danny looked still confident and ready to battle. But a quick point to the camera made his face drop and the light dissipate. The perfect ring of light.

"What is that?" Damion cried out for about the hundredth time.

Yes, Damion Gray didn't like to dwell on things but when there was something so strange and different he needed to know. Since he was a meticulous man he easily found answers but he saw none. He loved to study but all of his reasonings and theories never seemed to sum up with that ring of light around Danny Fenton's waist.

It was bright and it was definitely there, it wasn't fuzzy like that of a technological error. It formed a perfect ring that went all the way around the boy's body and it look like it was about to do something. How it got there, he didn't know. And why it was there was the big question. What was the purpose?

He watched the tape over and over studying every aspect of the boy's physical structure and stances and positions. Nothing revealed itself to him except that Danny had a sudden change of thought halfway through what he might've decided was a good idea.

The light had something to do with the camera. Damion knew that. It was something he wasn't supposed to see. Was he secretly a ghost hunter like Valerie? But then Damion wondered what kind of technology could be brought on by sheer will power.

And he just couldn't let it go. He wouldn't, he refused, he would know.

So the man settled in his chair and rubbed his chin which was getting a good five o clock shadow and clicked rewind on his remote again. He took a sip of the luke warm coffee and stared sternly into the screen as it started over again.

Damion Gray didn't obsess really. Although he never was all too convincing.

Sometimes I think I might look too far into simple things.