No this is not going to be like Cori's 'Darkness'. I just thought that I should do a Maddie-Danny-revelation fic.

"Oh, what happened?"

Maddie Fenton moaned, clutching the pounding part of her bruised head. She forced her eyes open, knowing that she wasn't at home and that meant she was in danger. It was dark. She panicked for a minute, thinking that she had gone blind, but when she brought her hand—the one not holding her hurting skull—to her face, she could make it out an inch from her face. She just must be a in a dark room or something. She tried standing up but that proved to be a bad idea. She must have a concussion or something for the world to rush in a world of pain like that. She lay back down and decided to listen to the shadows.

Drip, drip, drip—

Water? She must be in a bad hotel room or underground in a cave. By the lack of light, Maddie decided to go with the latter, but how did she end up here in the first place?

"Ghosts," she realized.

Yes, there had been a ghost alert at the school, and of course Maddie was on the call instantly because she wanted to make sure her kids were alright. She had found Jazz, but not Danny. She ran into the school and saw Phantom fighting some sort of ghost with glowing boxes around it. Her ghost radar told her the blue ghost was only a level 2—able to manifest itself and have little power over one object—an overly obsessed spirit. Phantom however was different. Her radar wouldn't even pick him up and she had no idea why. It was as if he was on a different frequency then all of the other ghosts in the Ghost Zone.

Anyway, she had fired at the smaller ghost and sent him back home then started to fire at Phantom when the earth gave way under her and she fell. Everything became a nice shade of onyx since then. She must of hit her head when she had fallen. Wait, if the earth had given way, then shouldn't there be a hole or something to indicate that she had fallen in? Was she trapped? Did anyone know she was down here?

"Hello!?" she yelled upward, regretting it when her lungs protested.

She must have bruised a rib as well—or two.

A flicker of green light came to life in the side of her vision. It was just kind of hovering there, then it came closer. As it approached, Maddie could make out the profile of Public Enemy #1. He had been sucked up with her, but why didn't he just phase his way out and leave her?

Phantom came closer and stopped when Maddie winced from the light glaring in her eyes. Phantom saw this and concern flashed across his face. He dimmed the light and walked up again.

"Get away from me you ectoplasmic freak!" Maddie screamed, trying to back up but couldn't because her body refused to move.

"I'm not going to hurt you," Phantom said after a pause.

His voice sounded sincere and haggard, but it could be a trick and Maddie wasn't about to let him touch her.

"You could have internal bleeding," Phantom said suddenly, startling Maddie with his seriousness. "You also have a minor concussion and three bruised ribs as well as one broken one. You fell harder then you thought. You need my help if you're going to live, unless you don't plan on living."

"How could you say that!?" Maddie managed to yell hoarsely. "Of course I want to live."

"Then let me help you. I know more about human anatomy then you think," Maddie could hear the smirk in his voice.

He was right. She knew she was messed up on the inside and wouldn't make it if she didn't get to a hospital soon, but what could a ghost do to help her?

"Fine, but if you do anything I don't like, you back off."

"Sounds fair," Phantom said, getting closer.

His cold hand touched her arm and she shivered from the contact. He pulled his hand away and Maddie saw him take his sliver glove off and place his hand back on her arm. She didn't shiver as much, but he was warmer.

"Sorry, hazmat material can absorb the cold down here," Phantom apologized. "Do you know where we are?"

"Somewhere under the school?" Maddie guessed from her last memories before blacking out.

"Yeah, so you do remember something recent, that's good," Phantom mumbled to himself.

He took off his other glove and moved his hands towards her face. Maddie shut her eyes in fear, but cracked them open again as she realized he was just checking the back of her head. He brought his hand back and frowned at it, she thought she saw some blood on his pale skin. He moved his hands down to her rib cage and felt gently. He hummed back in his throat as he apparently found what he was looking for, Maddie didn't feel any pain by his touch.

"This is nothing I can't fix," Phantom spoke up. "Just hold still, this may feel a little uncomfortable for you."

"What are you going to do?" she asked, but he never spoke his answer.

He lightly put his fingertips on her forehead, then closed his glowing green eyes. His white aura grew in brightness as Maddie felt a tingling all over her skin, as if something was crawling in there and pinching her nerves. She bit her lip to keep from screaming out, but she couldn't stop the tears from rolling down her face. After what felt like eternity, Phantom's aura dimmed and he opened his eyes, they were also a bit dimmer then before.

"That should do it," his tiered voice said before he passed out—if ghosts could pass out.

Maddie sat up, not feeling in pain any longer.

"What did he do?" she asked herself, not at all concerned for Phantom's well-being.

She reached back to her head and felt the sticky blood dry in her hair, but there wasn't a cut anywhere. Her ribs were fine as well, as if they were never bruised or broken. Ghosts could heal?

Maddie looked down on Phantom's unconscious form lying beside her, but it was impossible because it was so dark down here. She couldn't see her hand in front of her face. Remembering she had something for this occasion, her hand flew to her belt and started to search. Her fingers fumbled around broken equipment from the fall and useless items that would only come in handy if Phantom was attacking her. Eventually, she found the flashlight and found it undamaged. She slipped it from its place and turned it on in front of her.

"Oh no," she gasped, seeing nothing but rock above her, around her, and below her. "There's no way out."

Her light roamed over the walls, fruitlessly searching for a hole or something to at least give her a trace of hope. When she had to turn to look behind her, she found her hope, but it wasn't of getting to the surface. A tunnel stretched before her, long, dark, and no promises of a way out.

"At least I won't suffocate," she muttered to herself.

Then her thoughts turned to Phantom. He had saved her life, but she still couldn't trust him. Ghosts were tricky beings, always after something that benefited themselves. What ulterior motive could possible want in healing her was beyond her thinking, but there had to be one.