Whatever lies beyond this morning,

Is a little later on

Regardless of warnings the future doesn't scare me at all

Nothing's like before

-Utada Hikaru-

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There it was the place he used to call home, it loomed over him threatening him with all of his fears. He didn't want to be turned away by his family like his friends did. Surely the parental love would help his parents to understand what had happened. They excepted his ghost half, so why not his resurrection, so to speak.

But he was now exhausted and weak beyond measure. If he was going to do something he had to do it now, or he would drop in the streets and die,again, from the cold. It was now or never.

Danny grabbed the nob of the door and was surprised to find it unlocked. He casually entered the home and was immediately greeted with a scent of familarity. The home was quiet and dark but felt welcoming, as if it had been awaiting for him to walk in. It was warm and safe and Danny immediately felt at home. He was too tired to look for his parents at the moment so instead he collasped on the blue couch and happily accepted the comfort.

Maddie Fenton awoke early the next morning and performed her daily routine. She got up took a shower than changed into her clothes, she'd put on some make up and head downstairs for a cup of coffee. The house was empty since she and Jack gave up ghost hunting Jack picked up another job that forced him to travel around on buisness trips quite often, it left Maddie lonely. But it was their best source of income.

Jack frowned upon ghost inventions now and no longer wanted to make anymore, he was always plauged with the thought of them leading to their own son's demise. But he still fiddled with the old ones in hopes of getting a better grasp of all that had happened, it was his outlet to perfect the imperfect machines.

Where as Maddie still loved to invent, science was her passion and she still made inventions. She'd been working for three months on a top secret invention that she was hoping would soon help her find her son in the ghost zone. She knew her husband loved her, but she also knew that he wouldn't care for her idea.

While enjoying her cup of coffee the woman dreamed of going into the realm where her son resided and tracking him down and finding him. She could just imagine their reunion and he would tell her everything and they would talk, and that empty feeling inside her would go away. It was only a dream though and she knew it may never come true.

Sighing the woman walked down the hallway towards the front door to get the newspaper when she heard something moving in th living room. Cautiously she peeked in through the doorway. There on the couch was a figure beneath a quilt, blinking the woman approached it. The ball of blanket moved and then went still again.

At first she thought it was Sam. The girl was no stranger here. Often Maddie would find the goth hanging around, she often came to her for advice, Maddie knew Sam loved her mother but they just didn't see eye ot eye on many things. Maddie considered Sam a daughter and she knew Sam considered her a mother. A the woman figured that the intruder was Sam who got in, again, and fell asleep.

With a smirk Maddie pulled the blanket off the lump on her couch. What she saw wiped the smirk off her face caused her to back up in shock. She stared in disbelief her eyes were wide and sparkling with tears.

"Danny!" She gasped.

A soft groan escaped the boy and he turned over to face her. With tired blue eyes he looked up at her and smiled. "Morning." He greeted with a yawn.

Maddie couldn't contain her excitement and she threw herself at him in ecstacy. She hugged him tightly and rocked him back and forth in her arms. He wasn't a ghost, he wasn't a figment of her imagination. He was warm, as warm as he ever was. And his scrawny body fit into her amrs so perfectly like a missing puzzle piece finally found.

"My boy, my boy! My little boy!" She cried out with tears of joy running down her face.

Through it all Danny stayed silent and actually content. He was perfectly fine with this suffocation, he'd missed human contact. And no matter how absured it may have seemed for a teenager to ever think it, he missed his mother's touch the most. Finally after what seemed like an eternity Maddie let go and held his shoulders as she sat beside him on the couch.

Her first sight had been nearly unclear, as first glances often are. She looked him over more thoroughly and she didn't like what she saw. He was still in that outfit he died in, a large rip in the shirt with brown dried blood where he had fataly bled from. His jeans and shirt were both singed and ripped, and scars were present all over him. Her mother's eye immediatly detected that he had grown a bit more, she knew at this point he was suppose to be sixteen and she was sure he was. But this brought up a very good question that she had to voice.

"Where have you been?"

Danny blinked at the sudden change in his mother. She seemed quizical and a bit demanding. And he was now fully aware of what he may have looked like.

"Yeah about that..." He began with a nervous smile.

His mother quirked her eyebrow. She didn't want him to be afraid of her, and she was aware that she sounded much to comanding. "Sweetie, it's ok you can tell me." She sighed gently.

Danny pulled from her and sat upright on the couch and slouched forward a bit. "Mom I've been dead." He finally admitted after a long pause and a frustrated sigh.

"How..." But he raised his hand to silence her questions.

"I came back recently,very early this morning to be exact, it's complicated and weird, and it's not for a reason you'd like. I was in the ghost zone after I died, which always made me wonder because I thought I didn't have any unfinished buisness and it wasn't an unexpected-I-can't-let-go sort of death either. I'd lived, well sort of, with Clockwork he's a ghost master of time and a couple of weeks ago he turned on me. When I woke up he explained that he made me live because there was something I had to do." Danny exclaimed knowing his mother was hanging on ever word and dreading her reaction.

"So you're saying you do have unfinished buisness you didn't know about?" He nodded slightly. "But then why couldn't you just have stayed a ghost?" She asked.

"That I don't know. Clockwork likes to be all mysterious." Danny answered, he didn't really think of that before.

"So what do you have to do?" Maddie asked breaking another silent pause between them.

Danny's shoulders slouched a little more. He wasn't exactly sure of all the details all he knew was the Vlad was going to get free and try something. And that he had to stop him. Telling his mother that the man who took his life was coming back for a second round seemed impossible, so he didn't explain it, he simply shrugged.

"So you really believe me mom? You don't think I'm full of it and lying to you?" He asked suddenly throwing the woman off.

"Why would you lie to me, I don't see the point. And right now my senses are telling me that you, my son, are here and, remarkably, alive. I don't have an explanation and you do. There's no real reason for me to disregard this."

Danny nodded at her explanation, it made sense. "So where's dad?"

"Work." Maddie answered casually.

"He has a job?" Danny remarked.

"Oh he's going to be so happy to see you here."

blah blah blah. I'm glad you are all reviewing and I thank you all. Hmm next chapter will probably be a Sam and Tucker attempt on Danny's part. Gee you think they really wanna see him? I don't know...

P.S I'm starting to run out of a variety of songs so expect repeats of song artists which has already happened but now you'll be like does she know any other muscians and she does, just most of them don't really fit in here. I cannot succesfully but a DeadKennedy's song or an Anti-Flag song in here for example. And believe me I tried it. So we'll see what happens on that song part. But I will not stop from doing the song thing for the very fact that I would feel like a failure for stopping randomly.