A/N: No, this isn't a real update. The actual chapter is taking forever mostly 'cause I'm struggling with the flow of it even though I know exactly what needs to happen, so I'm a bit ticked off at that particular chapter. As a peace offering, you guys get some scenes that may (or may not) be in the sequel to this story (and a glimpse at my possible three-quel idea, which is a Psych crossover). These scenes are subject to change when they are placed chronologically in the story. Enjoy, and the next real chapter should be out by the end of July, promise.

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Reid took a moment to absorb what Danny had just told him, but recognized the look on the teen's face. Time for a subject change. "So, when is the last time you saw your uncle?"

Danny grinned sadly. "Just after the accident with the Portal."

"Did he know you were—?"

"Phantom? Yeah, not much gets past him. He's hyper observant, something Jazz and Mom got, too. Of course, Mom tends to ignore or overlook things she deems impossible, even if they're just improbable."

"And you?"

Danny blinked. "Huh?"

"Did you get the hyper observant gene?"

The teen blushed, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'd like to say I did, but my friends call me clueless a lot…."

At that, Reid simply had to laugh.

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Danny paced, unable to stop, his hands spinning at the wrists and opening and closing into fists. The nervous energy was rolling off of him in waves, but he just couldn't sit still. He didn't even know why he was nervous, and once again he found himself considering Reid's suggestion of being tested for ADHD.

Danny had noticed Reid watching him as he moved from room to room in the office, not pausing longer than to pour some coffee from the machine. He even saw Reid wince when he chugged the bitter drink without adding cream or sugar. Finally, he couldn't take it. "What, Reid?" he asked, rolling his eyes as the genius jumped, obviously thinking he'd been discreet about studying the teen.

"H—Have you relaxed at all today, Danny?" Reid said instead of answering.

Now Danny's brow furrowed. "I am relaxed."

Reid shook his head. "N—No, I mean, have you sat down at all? Stopped moving?"

"No. Why?"

Danny barely held in a laugh as Reid worried his lip, trying to think through the best way to answer without offending the halfa. "I just… I noticed that you're always doing something, and that you're never still for more than a few minutes at a time."

"Okay. And?"

Reid struggled with his thoughts a few moments more, then blurted, "Have you ever been tested for ADHD?"

Danny stared at him, blinking. "W—What?"

"ADHD. Attention-Deficit Hyper—"

"I know what it is, Reid, I'm more confused about why you asked."

Reid sighed. "You've been distracted lately. You lose focus easily, you're always in motion, you even fidget excessively when sitting down. At home, you have trouble falling asleep, and I never see you in the same spot for more than a couple minutes."

"So, you think I have ADHD."

"Possibly. Honestly, it was either that or hypomania, but you're fairly good at controlling any irritability, so I'd say ADHD is more likely."

Danny frowned. "I haven't been irritable lately. …Have I?"

Reid chuckled but shook his head. "You keep it under control. People with hypomania tend to not be able to withhold their anger at others."

Danny nodded. He simply stood there for a moment, the fingers on one hand tapping against his glass while the other hand started making circles at his wrist again. Finally, he looked back up at Reid. "I was diagnosed with ADHD as a kid, but it was really mild. By the time I was in middle school, I was fine. I didn't need the medication I used to or anything. It went away."

"Danny, ADHD doesn't go away. You learned how to control it."

He frowned. "So, I can't control it anymore?"

Reid chewed his lip, thinking it over. "I think it's more that everything that's happened over the past two years has caused you to forget how to keep it under control. After all, the overabundance of energy probably came in handy when you were trying to avoid Vlad and the police while on the streets."

Danny thought back, realizing Reid was right. "Yeah, I guess it did. How do I relearn to control it?"

Reid gave him a slightly shaky smile. "That you'd have to figure out on your own."

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Danny glared at the blond across from him. The stupid spy was checking the walls and floor of their cell, looking for weaknesses or secret passages or some other such thing. Danny wasn't buying the act.

The blond finally turned to face him. "Could you maybe help some?" he asked, sounding exasperated that Danny wasn't already joining in.

Danny's lip twitched up and his nose wrinkled in a snarl. "Why should I?" he demanded of the other teen. "I already tried to help you, and you went running off to tell the Drakes!"

"What?" the boy gaped, staring in shock at Danny. "I just bloody got here! How could I have told anyone anything?"

Danny stood, leaning heavily against the wall to keep weight off his bleeding leg. "You're working for them! How could you help them out after all they did to us?"

"I told you, I just got here! I haven't been helping anyone! What the hell are you even talking about?"

Danny lunged at the blond, but crumpled to the floor before he got there. The blond came over, trying to help Danny up, but he pulled away, refusing to take the other's hand. "Leave me alone, Rider!"

The blond gaped. "H—How—? I never told you my name, how'd you know—?"

"You told me," Danny spat, "five days ago, when I was first brought here."

Rider stared, thinking through what Danny just said. "Wait, so you saw someone who looked like me and claimed to be me when you first got here?"

"Yes," Danny snarled, "I saw you."

The blond flopped to the floor, sitting next to Danny but avoiding touching him, knowing it would set him off even worse. "Danny, your uncle helped me break into this place today. I wasn't here before now."

Danny sneered. "Yeah, right. I know what I saw—"

"You saw a clone."

All the anger slipped from Danny's face as he blinked at Rider—Alex. "I—What?"

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Danny huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at the two men—though, really, how could they be considered men when they acted like five-year-olds?—before him. "I can't believe Reid and Mom teamed up against me like this. Why the hell am I even here?"

The brunette sighed, his hands resting on his hips. "Don't be the third Save the Wales float in a single parade! Your mom decided I could help you relearn how to cope with your ADD. Er, ADHD. Whatever they're calling it now." He swiped a hand through his hair, the other waving around dismissively.

"Shawn, I really don't think it's a good idea," the black, sharply-dressed man stated. "We barely know this kid, and frankly, you're enough trouble for the both of us already."

"But Guuus!" Shawn whined, waving his arms around. "I already promised Maddie I'd watch him, and I can't back out now!"

Danny rolled his eyes. "I can take care of myself. I've got money, I'll just fly back out to DC."

"No," both men snapped immediately. They shared a glance, then Gus added, "You could just go back home."

The teen shook his head. "They still don't trust me. I couldn't even walk down the street without getting stuff tossed at me."

"You're staying here," Shawn declared. Then he grinned mischievously. "You can help me drive Lassifrass crazy."

One of Danny's eyebrows jumped up at that. "…Lassifrass? Really?"

"Detective Carlton Lassiter," Gus explained. "But Shawn tends to call him—"

"Lassie, Lassifrass, Lassieface…." Shawn counted off the nicknames on his fingers. He hopped a bit, a huge smile taking over his face as he added, "Oh! Detective Dipstick. That's one of my favorites."

Danny snorted, rolling his eyes at the last nickname. He definitely did not miss Ember.

Shawn gasped and suddenly spun around, digging in a pile of papers for something, muttering, "I know I put one over here the other day…. Where is that thing?"

Danny looked at Gus, but the man just shrugged. Finally, Shawn came back up from his search with a pineapple in hand, a large red bow wrapped around its top. "For you!" he exclaimed, tossing the fruit at Danny.

The teen caught it, staring in shock at the hyper man. "Um, thanks?"

Shawn beamed. "You're welcome! Oh, Gus, we need to watch The Monster Squad again! I'm sure Danny here knows a lot about the monsters in it!"

Gus blinked at his friend, obviously confused, while Danny sighed. "Mom told you, then?"

"Yep! It's gonna be so cool to have a real live ghost around here! Can we pay you to haunt houses and scare up some business for us?" Shawn was suddenly in Danny's face, pleading.

Danny backed up a step. "Um, maybe?"

"Cool!" Shawn hopped over towards the kitchen, glancing in the fridge before pouting and turning back to Gus and Danny. "We're all out of pineapple juice. We must fix that! To the Blueberry!" He rushed towards the door, calling back, "Oh, and while we're out, we can stop by the police department and introduce Danny to Lassieface and Jules!"

Gus rolled his eyes, following his friend and starting to dig in his pockets for his keys. "Fine, they'll have to meet him sooner or later anyway…." He glanced back at Danny, asking, "You coming?"

Danny stared for a moment out the window at Shawn before looking back to Gus. "That's who's gonna teach me to keep my ADHD under control?"

Gus chuckled. "Believe it or not, that is him under control. He just acts hyper to throw people off, usually. Shawn's got a weird sense of humor that way." Then Gus frowned, checking his pockets once more before running out the door, screaming, "Hey! Shawn, you give me back my keys!"

…Yeah, this wasn't gonna work.

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A/N: Please forgive me for making you guys wait for more of the story, but let me know what you think about these four scenes, and tell me if you'd actually like to see the Psych crossover. It's still up in the air, but I've got a few ideas for it, and I'm loving the thought of channeling my inner four-year-old to write Shawn's lines.