Danny got up early the next morning and took a shower and changed before heading downstairs he made sure to wear Sam's black and purple sweatshirt that she left at his house, in order to hide the bandage on his wrist. He made his way to the kitchen where three people were already seated, and another was making food over the stove.

Jazz was sipping from a cup of coffee and reading a book, and Stan was basically doing the same except he was reading the newspaper. Jack was quietly working on a piece of metal with a screw driver, and Maddie was making breakfast quietly. Danny pulled out a chair and sat in between Jazz and Jack.

"Morning sweetie, are you hungry?" Maddie chirped.

Danny thought of the many strange meals his mother made and answered simply that he would be fine with cereal and got up to grab a bowl. He then opened the cabinet and pulled out a yellow box and sat down, actually sat through the chair and hit the floor.

Jazz looked up wide eyed at her brother's sudden intangible act and bit her lip. She looked around and saw everyone's facial expressions.

"Geez Danny you're such a klutz." She scolded.

Danny nervously laughed and got up. "Yeah," He laughed again. "Guess I tripped."

He sat down and had his cereal ignoring Stan's scrupulous stare. The man looked over the boy oddly, he'd seen him go through the chair! Something was up, but he didn't know if anyone else saw it. Stan shrugged it off, along with the "butter fingers" while the boy was eating. Something was defiantly wrong with this kid.

"So Stan would you like to go out hunting with Maddie and me?" Jack bellowed happily, breaking the man's thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yes that would be grand. I heard the ghost boy is quite a desired catch. Maybe together we could bag him." Stan replied.

Of course it caused Danny to nearly choke on his breakfast. Jazz quickly closed her book and put her hand on his shoulder. "Uhh Danny weren't you suppose to meet Sam?" She quickly said. "Yes you remember and I'll drive you, lets go." She said grabbing him and dragging him out of the kitchen.

"Jazz what are you doing?" Danny asked as they sat in the car together.

"You can't stay around that guy, he's a better hunter than our parents. If he sees you as Phantom he'll get you easy." She explained. "And what if...what if he hits you with that weapon like last night, what if he hits you twice Danny?" Jazz questioned in a scared voice. "Just stay away from the house and try not to go ghost today."

Danny sighed and uncrossed his arms as he watched his sister stare straight at the road with teary eyes. "Jazz he's not gonna hurt me."

"Danny please just listen to me for once...please." She pleaded desperately.

"Fine, fine I won't go near the house today. I'll just hang with Sam."

Jazz dropped him off in front of the looming mansion and he walked to the door. He could just knock and wait but her parents weren't home and he felt like scaring her. So instead he phased up into her room and saw her sitting on her bed quietly reading one of her books.

"Uhhh it's always so damn cold in here." Sam complained with a shiver. Danny had to stop himself from giggling. "I'll just turn on the thermostat." Sam sighed and got up.

Danny turned tangible on her floor and went to sneak up behind her when she whipped around and caught him. "A ha! I knew you were here."

"Darn."

"I turned your prank around on you." She gloated then stopped and looked at him. "Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?"

"Do you need to know really?" Danny quirked as he sat on her bed and picked up the book she was reading. "What's this? Poems For The Decimated Heart? How very morbid of you." Danny remarked and began flipping through the book. "No pictures, darn."

"What else is to be expected of me?" She questioned while snatching the book back. "So what brings you here?"

"Jazz." Danny answered in a bored tone while grabbing the rubics cube off her side table and began fidling with it.

"Oh I thought you came to see me." Sam pouted.

"Don't take it personally Sam, I like you..." He stopped for a moment seeing her grin spread. " like a friend." He stated and rolled his eyes. "Soo." He began with a smirk. "I heard you freaked out last night."

"Well..." Sam retorted. "I thought that guy killed you. Do you want me to not care?"

"No, yes, wait..." Sam smirked as Danny tried to piece together the sentence. "Yes I want you to care."

Sam laughed lightly. "You're too much. Can I get my sweatshirt back now?"

"I need it, I'm cold..."

"You got your own at your house, why do you have to wear mine?" She questioned as she made an attempt to pull it off.

Danny went intangible and floated behind her. Sam whipped around and faced him. He was smiling brightly and had the black hood pulled up over head.

"Ok Danny, what are you hiding?" She demanded putting her fists to her hips.

"Nothing." Danny insisted. "Why can't I just innocently wear your clothes?"

"Well Danny lets stop and think about that sentence you just said." Danny cocked his head at her and Sam made a snatch for the sweatshirt and instead grabbed his wrist.

Danny gasped and pulled back cringing. "Danny, are you ok?" Sam asked concerned.

"Fine." Danny replied meekly he still winced as he let his hand drop to his side. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, you're lying to me. Show me your wrist." Sam demanded. Danny shook his head. "Show it or so help me I'll make you show it to me."

"Alright." Danny groaned as he lifted the sleeve to expose the bandaged wrist. "It's nothing Sam just a ghost attack, sometimes I swear you're worse than Jazz."

Sam sighed and watched as he sat back down on the bed returning to the rubics cube. She swore he could be so unbelievably thick headed, although she was willing to admit she'd been rather jumpy about him getting hurt lately.

"So what do you want to do today?" She asked.

"I don't know, head down to the Nasty Burger?"

Sam nodded, seemed like a good plan.

GASP!!! I haven't touched this story in forever:blows dust off of it: But I doubt I'll upate it real soon, probably won't fall back into until I finish Sacrifice Theory. But I bet all of you who used to read this long ago gave up on it, now it's back!