Dash was confused, no beyond confused, he was flat out struck dumb by the situation. Struggling to right himself he gazed over the bed to see fucking Danny Phantom trying to untangle himself from the overly affectionate lamp and, standing, faced a very pissed Danny Fenton. A Danny Fenton who seemed all to comfortable in the presence of a ghostly celebrity, you know, aside from the whole fists clenched at his side, teeth gnashing in anger, and death in his eyes.

Danny Phantom, for what it was worth, looked very uncomfortable beneath this stare.

"What are you some kind of pervert you albino ghoul?!" Fenton hissed, his shoulders tensed up and his head lowered, he reminded Dash of a snarling dog.

This insult seemed to shake both Dash and Danny Phantom out of their stupor and while Dash's expression only got more confused and worried, after all Fenton just insulted possibly the most powerful ghost in the city, if not the world, Danny Phantom just got angry.

"And what would that make you?" Danny asked, "Because a few very inappropriate names come to mind right now after what I saw." Fenton flushed, full out beat red kind of flush, and Dash blushed too.

Oh god Danny Phantom had seen him, saw them doing….doing… THAT!

But Fenton, for his part, just kept on rolling.

"What do you think you were doing watching us? You peeping poltergeist, what does it matter to you what I decided to do at the party? As I recall you were more than happy to be relieved of me to go off saving the town." Fenton illustrated the last bit by waving his hands in the air dramatically before fisting them at his hips.

"I just came to check up on you, naturally as you seem to always be a magnet for trouble with or without me, only to find you up here with him." Danny phantom turned his blazing emerald gaze towards Dash who squeaked and tried to his himself in his bunched up shoulders.

"Dash, pull your pants up," Danny Fenton told him, not even turning around to look at him, he just continued talking to the ghost boy. "As I said, what I decide to do while I'm here is none of you concern. If I want to fuck a jock's brains out, I'll fuck a jock's brains out."

Dash, who was currently very embarrassedly trying to pull his pants and boxers up from around his ankles, fell over, practically stone. He didn't even know that word was in Fenton's vocabulary, let alone that he'd use such language when addressing Danny Phantom!

"Not when it's not for you to decide! It's not for either of us to decide, it's not our place, not now, not here!"

"Why the hell not? You think I'm being irrational?! That I don't know what I'm doing, that tomorrow when everything is over I'll want any different? I know what I feel okay, I'm not a child who can't get along without his other half."

"You know what I mean! You don't have the right to make this kind of choice in this frame of mind! You've always been the brash half, never really thinking things through; I'm tired of having to be the reason in times like these."

"What so it's my fault now that you're too tight assed to let loose every now and then? It's my fault that I'm the one who's always having a good time and your stuck playing hero?! Jeeze I didn't know you hated it so much, I thought you just loved correcting my every error."

Dash sat on the bed with a plop, the two boys having completely forgotten him in their argument. He was more confused now then he was when Fenton started yelling at the town's protector. They seemed to be quite familiar with each other, and had settled into this argument with the ease of those who've gone over these same topics a thousand times before.

Come to think of it, with them standing facing each other, they kinda sorta, just a little bit, looked similar.

"Are you to maybe…related?" Dash asked, without realizing it. Quickly he clamped and hand over his mouth and tried to hide between his shoulders again as the two broke off and turned to face him, seeming to just realize he was still in existence.

Danny Fenton spoke first, a smirk tugging at a corner of his mouth, his posture eased a bit, crossing his arms he cocked a hip in his alter's direction. "Yeah sure, let's go with that."

A/N:

DP and DF seem to argue a lot, I liked bringing that here. It wouldn't be fun if they didn't argue often. At least they get along better than Jackie Chan's alters, though their funny too.

See! I said I'd get a new chapter up today! REJOICE!

PO will be updated Wednesday, as well as daily updates for here. Be happy, my groove is back!