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Red Pajamas

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Tucker ran into the Fenton Works. "Hi Mr. And Mrs. Fenton!" he called as he shot by, "I'm just here for a few minutes."

Making it up the stairs, he went into Danny's room. "Phew! It takes forever to get into your house. There's a huge crowd of angry people you have to push past first. Dude, did you see the paper?"

"Yes!" Danny shouted. "I saw the paper! What am I going to do?"

Danny blinked as he registered all of what his friend had said. He asked, "What crowd? There's a bunch of angry people in front of my house?"

Danny ran over to the window. He looked out, and saw the angry people with their threatening signs. "That can't be good," he said.

Stomach twisting in a knot, he realized how many ghost hunters read the newspaper. He knew his parents did, and he couldn't imagine the other ghost hunters neglecting to read it. He'd be in the worst trouble he'd ever been in if he had his parents, the Guys in White, Valerie, and every other ghost hunter after him.

He asked his friends, "Do my parents know yet?"

Jack burst into Danny's room. "Daniel Phantom!" he shouted.

"I'd take that as a 'yes', dude," Tucker whispered to Danny.

Nervously, Danny said, "Oh, hi Dad."

"What's this about you being the ghost boy?"

Danny just stared at his shoes.

"Well?"

"It was an accident."

"And?"

"I didn't want you or Mom to know. I was scared. You are ghost hunters."

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm sorry," Danny apologized sincerely. He wore an uneasy look on his face, like that of a host whose guests have turned sour. "You're not going to hurt me, are you?"

"No, but after you are out of danger, we will ground you. Danny, listen, we can't stay here with everyone knowing what you are. Your mother and I want you to fly to New York. There's an old friend of mine there. You can stay with his family until the rest of us can get there with a moving van. Go, quickly!"

"Sure Dad, as soon as I know where I'm going. Do you have an address or something?"

"An address? Of course. Just let me find it," said Jack, looking around. "I know I had it somewhere."

As he looked, Sam whispered to Danny, "Your parents seem to be taking this well. They're willing to move to New York to keep you safe."

"Yeah. I guess they're not going to hunt me anymore," Danny said with a smile.

"Things sure won't be the same around here without you, dude." Tucker said. "I can't believe we'll never see you again!"

"Tucker, relax. We can visit him, as long as we don't tell our parents that we're going to New York to visit Danny."

"I found it!" Jack said, pulling out the small slip of paper with the address. "When you get there, you're looking for Jonathon Long, just tell him you're my son, okay?"

Danny nodded, taking the paper.

"Go! Hurry!"

"Goodbye guys," Danny said. He transformed, and flew to New York.

"This must be it, I think," Danny said, standing in front of his dad's friend's front door. He wasn't entirely certain he was at the right address; he'd spent an hour lost in New York trying to find the right place. He'd already come to a few doors that had turned out to be some place other than he was supposed to go.

"No point in hesitating, Fenton. Either you've finally found the right place and you're here, or you haven't and you're not." Danny said to himself. He knocked on the door.

"Yo, whazzup guys . . . " said a boy, slightly younger than Danny by the looks of it. He wore shorts, a red jacket, and a helmet. Spiky black hair with green tips peaked out at Danny. The boy was grabbing a skateboard, decorated with a dragon.

He looked up. The boy, seeing who wasn't at the door said, "You're not Spud and Trixie!"

"Uh, no, I'm not," Danny agreed. "Listen, is there a guy named Jonathon Long here?"

"My dad? Why do you want to see my dad?" the boy asked.

"I'll explain later, could you just get him?"

The boy laughed in response.

"What?" Danny asked, "What's so funny?"

"Dude, nice P.J.s!" the kid responded. Blushing, Danny glanced down at his red pajamas.

"I'm surprised you're the first to say anything," Danny mumbled. "I had to leave in a hurry, okay? Could you just go get your dad?"

"Yo, Dad! Some dude in his P.J.s is here to see you!"

Danny mumbled, "I told you I left in a hurry."

"And who do we have here?" asked Jonathon, looking at Danny.

"Well, you remember Jack Fenton, right?"

"My best friend from high school?" Jonathon recalled. "I haven't seen him since he left to go to college in Wisconsin. What does he have to do with you being here in your pajamas?"

"I left in a hurry, okay?" Danny snapped. Danny took a breath and continued, "Jack's my dad. He thought I'd be safer here than back home. He'll come to get me soon." Danny said.

Inside, he was thinking, 'Another old friend of my dad's? I hope he doesn't turn out like Dad's old friend from college, evil and bitter. He seems all right, though.'

"When he gets here, I'll just have to tell him that he's welcome here anytime!" Jonathon declared. "Come on in, I'm sure we have some old clothes you can borrow. What was your name again?"

"Danny Fenton."

"Jake, once he's dressed, could you show Danny around?"

"But Dad, I'm supposed to go to the skate park with Spud and Trixie! They'll be here any second!"

"No buts! You'll just have to take Danny with you," Jonathon told his son.

"Aw man!" Jake groaned.