Geez… I really need to get a life…

Maddie watched as the ghost-boy whimpered in his sleep, she almost felt sorry for the ghost. ALMOST. She sighed and attempted to wake him up, failing dismally. She looked at him; he was so… weak right now. So vulnerable. It hurt to see someone, even her enemy, in this state. And the worst thing, she had caused it. Or at least she thought so. She put her hand on his wrist, shocked to feel the smallest of heart beats. She listened for a heart beat on his chest; she heard it, ever so quiet. As if he was struggling to survive, a small helpless creature trying to live. Thump thump, thump thump. She struggled to hear it, was this why Phantom was desperate to save people? Because of his human traits? She looked to see if he was breathing, perhaps he had other traits. There! He was breathing, a small lift in his chest, it was silent but laboured. She felt close to tears, he was so close to living, but dead. It must hurt to be in that position, she took his temperature. 12 degrees C. It was a little under a third of normal human temperature, he was different. She checked his ectoplasm trace, there was more flesh DNA. She began to check human traits. He had all but one. Bone structure. He was more or less a human that somehow stayed in one shape without bones. Well, he HAD bones, but they were made of ectoplasm. Therefore, a blob of bendable goo. She lifted him into the RV, to drive him home. She thought for a minute. Where DID Phantom live? Ghosts hate him, it's unlikely he'd live in a hotel… She shook the thoughts away. Right now, she had to concentrate on letting him live… die… whatever. She phoned her husband.

"Jack, we've got a visitor coming."

"GREAT! I'll get some fudge!"

"No Jack… actually, yes. I want to see if he can eat."

"Why? Never mind, I'M GETTING FUDGE!" He hung up.

Maddie sighed and looked at the ghost boy in the back. Sleeping, occasionally saying things like 'Sam' 'Mum' 'Dad' 'Jazz' 'Dan' 'Hate Dash' 'Fruitloop' and 'Vlad needs a cat'. She arrived at the house a few minutes later. She carried Danny in (still Phantom) and lay him down on the sofa, putting a glass of water and a bowl of fudge Jack gave her by him. And a ghost shield round him to stop him from damaging anything if he got scared when he woke up. She went down to the lab to check some ghost research, to see if her suspicions were correct. She was right. Phantom was NOT a normal ghost, no matter what he said, did, thought, whatever. He was more ghost than human. But what caused his rage? It couldn't have been JUST her, right?

"Or… was it a build-up of things? Was he concerned?" She picked up a device that showed a ghost's greatest fears. "Maybe this will show some answers."

She walked back to the living room where she saw Phantom trying to reach the TV remote without touching the ghost shield.

"AW COME ON! Dead Teacher 4 is on! AND I CAN'T GET THE BLOODY REMOTE!"

Maddie held back a laugh as she turned the TV on and put on Dead Teacher 4.

"YEAH! Thanks Mo- Maddie!"

She raised an eye brow, did she look like his mom or something?

"You're welcome, Phantom." She walked off, slightly confused.

Jack burst into the room before Maddie could stop him, he stood in front of the TV and pointed a Fenton Bazooka at Danny.

"You're not getting away ghost!"

Danny tried to see the TV unsuccessfully. "Maybe later. Can you move please? I can't see the TV."

"Oh, ok." Jack moved and Danny broke into a grin at the gory scene in front of him.

"This, is, AWESOME!"

She looked at him as he laughed at the scene, the blood splattered everywhere.

"How are you not mad at him? You were mad at me for a small reason."

He looked at her. "What, Jack? You can't be mad at him, he's like a giant teddy bear!"

She silently agreed. Jack WAS like a teddy bear. Childish too.

"HEY! I'm JACK FENTON!"

"Well JACK FENTON! Would you kindly STOP BLACKING THE DAMN TV?"

Jack growled, but still moved. Maddie went to turn off the TV, but was interrupted.

"Don't you dare! THIS IS THE BEST PART. You will not turn that TV OFF."

Maddie turned to see he had changed again. His skin was blue, teeth sharp, eyes blood red.

"Why don't you have some fudge?"

"OOOO! Neat!" Danny helped himself, returning to normal.

Maddie watched as he licked his lips, she hoped what she had done would work.

"Thank you!" He swayed a little. "W-Whaa… why do I… feel so… oh you little…" He fell asleep.

Maddie carried his body to the lab, preparing for the examination. She put the scalpel by his head, along with the ecto-dejecto. Just in case. She was about to start when he woke up.

"Whaa… why… scalpel? Oh… oh, that's not good. Nnn-not good. Bad idea!"

She pulled his glove of, ignoring the endless blabber that spilled from him mouth.

"Shhh… it's okay… Shhh.."

"N-NO! BAD! BAD-GOOD NOT!"

Maddie began to descend her hand to his arm, Danny kept screaming his friend's names. When she was about to cut, he saw no other option.

"VLAD!"

HA. You weren't expecting THAT. Wait… people who know me well would have… DARN IT!