A/N: I believe blackcat711 suggested a moment like this all the way back in chapter 3. Hopefully it lives up to expectations. And hooooly shit this got unexpectedly long.

Timeline

Prompt 01 - The Box Ghost

Prompt 09 - You're here!

Prompt 02 - Danny sees Lee ghost fighting

Prompt 03 - Lee sees Danny 'go ghost'

Prompt 04 - Lee and Danny v. Hook Ghost

Prompt 08 - The Turkey Incident

Prompt 05 - Lee and Danny at the Nasty Burger

Prompt 06 - Tucker and Lee go to a museum part 1

Prompt 07 - Tucker and Lee go to a museum part 2

Review Responses

AJPweallluvJJ - Well, I'll definitely add that to my 'list of things to watch'. It sounds interesting and something right up my alley.

Coraluna - Ahaha, cheesy puns are the best. Thank you so much for your compliments! I have some experience writing prompts as this is the second story I've done that relies on them so this isn't some amazing first attempt. They can be difficult because you have a small amount of words to tell a story that feels completely self contained but also connects to everything else that's going on. The only bit of advice that I can give you is it flows better if you limited the number scenes. Three seems to be the happy medium. If you want to use prompts though, don't give up! It just takes some getting used to and a lot of practice - but so does everything.

blackcat711 - I'll definitely be checking that anime out. Hahaha, yeah the Supernatural themes weren't exactly well hidden but I really like that show, so what can you expect? xD Did you know, you have a knack for calling things that are going to happen in the future? ;)

Prompt 09: "I don't think this has any relevance to our missing chicken problem." (WC: 2692)

Lee hated living on the outskirts of town. Not only was going to school a chore and a half - and that was just on the days that her dad actually remembered he had daughter to take to school (when he forgot it was even more trouble). But it meant that if something went wrong in the neighborhood, she was the one who dealt with it.

All her neighbors were elderly folk, people who had lived in the area before Amity Park had turned into a (more) legitimate city. Lee and her father were the youngest in the neighborhood. The community had a 'everyone helps everyone' mentality (something neither Lee or her father shared) and they really were so out in the sticks that calling anyone in for something that needed to be dealt with in a timely fashion really wasn't realistic. So, it wasn't uncommon for the neighbors to come over looking for young help. Lee's father was always unavailable, but Lee - despite the fact that she did not categorize herself as helpful or friendly - found she had a hard time saying 'no' to old people.

So when Mrs. Vasser knocked on her front door to ask for help with her with her missing chicken problem, she didn't even bother to ask for Lee's dad, she just asked for Lee. In hindsight, if Lee had known she was going to turn herself into everyone's go-to girl, she would have feigned incompetence. Still, it wasn't usually troublesome issues. Of course, this time it was roughly counting, three troublesome issues.

Because the problem wasn't as simple as fox. That would have been the normal, rational explanation, so being Amity Park of course that wasn't the actual explanation. No matter how hard Lee looked, no hole in the fence materialized. There was no way for a fox, as far as Lee could tell, to have gotten in. What was worse, was instead of finding a hole, Lee found the scent of sulfur. Evidence of a haunting.

Lee soaked the whole situation in. There was a ghost who was stealing chickens. This was her life now.

From there, if possible, things got even weirder. The traces of a haunting that Lee found had not been for one ghost, but for two. Because when Lee came into Mrs. Vasser that night to try to confront the chicken stealing ghost she found the ghost of Mrs. Vasser's husband standing outside the chicken coop like a soldier on guard duty.

That mental image repeated its self in her head. The ghost of Mrs. Vasser's husband was guarding his wife's chickens from a chicken stealing ghost. How was this her life? How was this anyone's life?

Trying to take the situation in stride, Lee plopped herself down on the other side of the doorway, "You know you probably should move on." She told him, "If you hang around for too long you'll start to lose parts of yourself. You might become dangerous to Mrs. Vasser."

The elderly ghost nodded, "I know," he told her sadly, "I just wanted to make sure Tina was alright before I left."

"Once this chicken problem is solved?" Lee asked, trying to get him to commit to a time limit.

"Once this chicken problem is dealt with."

So, like something out of a terrible young adult novel, Lee was hunting a ghost with the help of another ghost. If this was a young adult novel though, Mr. Vasser would have younger, maybe still married - to add to the angsty forbidden love angle, because being dead wasn't enough - and Lee would have been much prettier.

Of course, Mr. Vasser wasn't as well versed in ghost hunting as Lee was. He managed to fumble the confrontation with the chicken stealing ghost (she mentally dubbed him the Chicken Ghost in honor of the Box Ghost) so badly that the ghost slipped away with a chicken and managed to nearly crush Lee to death with gardening supplies. Lee still wasn't sure if Mr. Vasser had accidentally caused the landslide of gardening supplies or if that had been the Chicken Ghost.

And because her life wasn't enough of a mixture of weirdness and embarrassment the local ghost fighting hero (a ghost himself) had to show up. Lee was aware that he did patrols, even coming so far as her distant neighborhood, but really what were the chances of him doing patrols on this night at this exact moment? (very slim actually; Lee was good at probability)

The ghost kid, of course, flew down to see what they were doing. A ghost and a human girl interacting was probably a strange sight, and it probably looked like Mr. Vasser was trying to kill her via gardening equipment rather than him bumbling to help her up. Acknowledging the fact that ever attempt Mr. Vasser made to help actually made things worse, Lee wasn't sure if he wasn't trying to kill her and covering it up with his nice guy act.

"Miss, are you alright?" The ghost boy asked, stumbling over the 'Miss'. Lee knew it was dark but her long hair ought to be a give away to her gender, even if her figure didn't exactly scream 'I am woman'.

"We're fine." She told him dismissively, finally managing to get to her feet.

She wanted the complication that the ghost boy was out of her life. She wanted to get to bed at reasonable hour, and that wasn't going to happen if the ghostly teen involved himself in the already rapidly spiraling out of control Chicken Ghost fiasco.

The ghost boy looked between Mr. Vasser's ghost and Lee, confused and vaguely concerned.

"You realize he's a ghost right?"

"So are you. Should I run screaming from you as well?"

"No!" Danny spluttered, "I'm here to help." He recovered himself enough to try to sound vaguely heroic. The attempt failed.

Lee rolled her eyes. He was here more to be in her way then to help.

"Listen, Mr. Vasser is moving on as soon as we're finished." She explained, pausing for Mr. Vasser to nod along to confirm, "So this chat has been nice and all, and you're concern for a total stranger is touching but I don't think this has any relevance to our missing chicken problem, so see ya."

And with that, Lee and Mr. Vasser's ghost headed off, or tried to. It was hard to leave a conversation when the other person kept following you. Lee completely missed the ghost boy's confusion over the idea of 'moving on'.

"Missing chicken problem?"

"Look, it's a long story, but trust me, I got this."

"...Do you do this often?"

"You know I never considered a career in locating missing chickens before. Do you suppose the job market is good in that field?"

Mr. Vasser was too focused on 'the mission' to laugh and the ghost kid was just shooting her irritated looks. Tough crowd.

"Dealing with ghosts is dangerous you know." The teen said in a lecturing tone that had Lee rolling her eyes. She didn't have the equivalent of super powers. Lee was pretty sure she knew more about how dangerous ghosts were then this kid.

"Yeah, thanks for the PSA. Now fly off, Ghost Kiddie, I really don't want you mucking up this situation. I have a test in the morning."

"...So do I, but I'm not going to leave you in a dangerous situation - Wait, 'Ghost Kiddie'?!"

"Yeah, yeah whatever you say. Just be quiet and stand there and look... pretty or something." Lee said dismissively as they stumbled into what was clearly a ghost den, with a few chicken corpses scattered around along with living chicken pecking.

Lee's eyes rolled to the sky. Disgusting and weird, a perfect summary of her life.

"G-gah! Who are you?" The Chicken Ghost exclaimed before immediately catching himself and trying to recover his first impression, "I mean! I am the Grand Sorcerer Ghost, Abel and begone human and lower ghostly creatures or I shall unleash my army of poultry upon thee!" In case it wasn't clear, he failed.

Lee raised an eyebrow. The Ghost kid raised a glowing green hand, Lee stopped him with one hand. That speech was only slightly better than the Box Ghost's old speeches, and the fact the Chicken ghost was a nerdy teen further lowered her opinion of the ghost. Yeah, Lee was pretty sure she could handle this situation and handle it in the way she preferred to handle these situations.

"You snot nosed brat, those are my wife's prized winning chickens!" Mr. Vasser leapt at the ghostly kid and proceeded to start to beat the kid's head in. He was already dead though, so Lee knew he could handle more punishment. She hadn't been planning on the good cop/bad cop routine but sure, she could make it work.

After Mr. Vasser had gotten a few good licks in, and the Chicken Ghost (yeah, Lee wasn't about to call him the 'Grand Sorcerer Ghost, Abel') started begging for mercy, Lee smoothly stepped in.

"Alright, alright, stop the cock fighting."

Mr. Vasser and Danny stared at her like she had just snapped a chicken's neck instead of making a joke. The Chicken Ghost, on the other hand, started laughing. Lee grinned, finally a ghost with a sense of humor!

"So, nice to meet ya, Abel. I'm Lee, and this is Mr. Vasser and the ghost brat." The ghost kid frowned at her introduction of him. Well, no one said Lee had to be happy about him tagging along.

"What was this about a chicken army?" Lee asked, looking around at the few rotting chickens and few living chickens (that seemed more interested in keeping away from the intruders then fighting them off for their 'master').

"Everyone always laughed at my interest in the dark arts." Abel spat, "I myself even began to doubt its existence, but when I died and took this new form, I realized that the dark arts really do exist! I'll show those kids who mocked and tormented me. Show them! I shall rain an army of poultry ghosts down upon them until they beg for mercy!"

Lee blinked, "But why chickens...?"

"Those beady little eyes and those sharp beaks, of course chickens!"

A kid with a phobia who didn't know that he had a phobia. Figures. Better then death by chickens though. Being crushed to death was one thing but even in death, Lee was pretty sure no one could live down death by chickens.

Lee stared, "Yeah... of course..." Not sounding all that convincing but hey, agreeing that an army of chickens is terrifying was a hard act to sell. She sold it better than the ghost kid who snorted a laugh

"When did you die?" She asked, hoping to distract Abel from the ghost kid's obvious score and so safe them from another chicken tirade.

"Um, 1954 I think."

"Welcome to the new millennium." The ghost kid said unhelpfully. Lee cast him a look. She was going to beat the shit out of him, intangibility or not.

"What?! So much time has passed?" Abel stuttered, "But they'll all be gone now! Moved, vanished like smoke! How will I take my revenge now?"

The ghost kid's blind heroism was getting in the way, again, "You're not taking revenge on an-" He began to bluster.

"Stuff it, tie-dye." Lee said shutting him down immediately before he made things worse.

This was already a situation. The kid clearly wanted revenge and there was no way to simulate the revenge given the fact that everyone was scattered to the wind or just dead. Furthermore, Able had been in the world for too long for this to be a simple getting him to move on challenge. It was still possible, but without some amazingly convenient circumstances, Lee wasn't sure how to swing it.

"So you've always been interested in the occult?" She tried again, asking him in a conversational tone.

Abel nodded his head, apparently he was easily distracted, "Yes, I knew it was my calling."

Lee doubted that given the fact he hadn't been able to animate ghost corpses in all the time he had been dead. Sure it wasn't an easy task but being dead gave him both the advantage of time and power.

"Nothing has every sparked my interest before. It brought new color to my life. Mostly blacks and purples, but still!"

Lee really could use a pain killer. God save her from theatrical ghosts.

"Well, you're a ghost now. Far above us regular mortals, right?"

The ghost kid bristled beside her. Lee wasn't sure if that was because he didn't know where she was going with her line of questions or if he just disagreed. Lee didn't know why he would disagree. He was a ghost after all and ghosts were honestly and objectively stronger than humans in most respects.

"Haha! Of course, you could only dream of the powers I possess!"

"So why waste your time revenging yourself on people beneath you?"

Abel paused mulling over her words, "I suppose... you do have a point."

"Yeah, you've wasted all this time trying to devise a revenge when you could be enjoying be a ghost."

"That's true..."

"So let's stop all this dark sorcerer stuff. And why don't you tell me how cool it is to be a ghost?"

And he did. By the end of it, Abel apologized for stealing Mrs. Vasser's chickens and even promised to keep an eye on her until he was ready to move on - Lee was very pleased that Mr. Vasser had been able to get that on the table. Being old was an advantage, kids tended to listen to them better than they did to a teenage girl. Lee made vague promises to keep an eye on him (which she fully intended to do since he was sticking around) and planned to introduce him to the Box Ghost at the next opportunity (maybe they go start something like AAA, but for ghosts with obsessive compulsion disorder).

With Abel off to return Mrs. Vasser's living chickens and Mr. Vasser off in the after life, Lee was left with the Ghost Kid who had been just staring at her all evening.

"You're kind of being creepy." Lee pointed out.

"Oh uh, yeah. Sorry. I mean. I mean I just haven't seen anyone do that before." The Ghost Kid said stumbling comically over his words, "You just talked the whole situation out."

"Well yeah, if it came to a fight, I'd lose." Lee laughed, gesturing down to her short not very muscular and obviously living body, "Besides, this worked out better than violence. Mr. Vasser moved on. Abel's no longer failing to animate dead chickens and has started to at least think about moving on."

"I didn't know ghosts could move on."

Lee blinked twice. "...But you're a ghost?"

The Ghost Kid didn't reply and Lee didn't know what to make of that.

"Well... if you don't know... They can, and do. The ghosts that hang around tend to go a little crazy." She said, hinting.

"That I believe."

The ghost kid missed her hint but Lee smiled regardless at their shared experience.

"Sometimes they're beyond help. Sometimes you can bring them back if you try hard enough. Sometimes it's as easy as pointing out their dead." Lee shrugged. "I've heard rumors about a Ghost Zone where ghosts live if they aren't stuck on the mortal plane. No idea about any of that though."

"You do this a lot?"

"I live in Amity Park." Lee demurred, taking the opening that he didn't know that she was a new kid.

"Right, so I'll see you home."

"Thanks but no thanks. I try to avoid having ghosts know where I live."

And Lee left him and the Ghost Kid didn't try to follow.

A/N: Live long and prosper my continuous reviewers, occasional reviews, one-time reviewers, and my lurkers and followers!