"Or better yet," he continued, feeling the smirk on his lips as soon as Dash's confused face started to take on a shocked look, "You could say we're brothers." He had probably been hoping for some retort like, 'What? To Him?!' or 'Are you kidding me, we look nothing alike.' But Danny wasn't in the mood for stuttered, indignant excuses, and if Danny Phantom was so adamant about keeping him from a great night, he might as well ruin both of theirs.

His brother's mouth fell open, matching Dash's slack jaw, except Dash's had been hanging open for a while now, and he stared at him with widened green eyes. Eyes smoldering with restrained fury.

"W-what?" Dash looked from one to the other, then back again, a cycle he'd been doing for quite a bit of the time they'd been arguing.

"Oh is a long and tragic tale. You know the story, parents, marriage, beds and whatnot," Danny twirled his hand, enjoying the looks on the other's faces at the thought," Well all that wound up as two little boys in my mothers womb, however one wasn't all that lucky and had the misfortune of dying before either of us were really formed."

Yeah, Danny nodded to himself, he liked that explanation, should have used it years ago. His parents would know though, if they thought back hard enough they'd figure it out, but his dad was dimwitted and his mom never liked talking about her miscarriages before he was born, choosing instead to make believe they never happened. So really, both of them would easily accept this explanation. It was genius, pure genius. He smiled at his brother, knowing he knew the same thing, but was steaming over the fact that he thought it up.

"We're not related." The ghost boy said, wiping the smile right off his alters' face.

Dash, who had almost believed the sappy story, straight out of some dramatic TV show, jolted at the hatred in the ghost's voice.

"Whatever." Danny said, waving a hand and going to sit by Dash on the bed. "You just hate me because I'm the one that survived." Yet another explanation as to why sometimes Danny was saved, and sometimes he was hurt by Danny Phantom. Oh, it all made so much sense it hurt. Hurt like a badly written plot that had absolutely not point but you couldn't stop reading it.

"You're drunk." Dash said as he watched Danny.

"Not my fault." The human said with a flash of a grin. "I didn't decide to separate myself from my rational half, you'll have to take that up with the real me tomorrow, the one who might not like the idea of sleeping with you." With that Danny kissed his cheek, causing him to blush.

"Really drunk." Dash muttered, looking away, instead choosing to stare at the ghost who stood over by the window looking about ready to blow the place up. "Sorry, he doesn't mean it." Dash said, trying to calm his hero, but it was too late; obviously Danny had gone too far.

"You did this." The hero said. "Its all you're fault." Dash was shocked, seeing something click in the ghosts eyes, like he had come to some absurd conclusion. "You got him drunk then tried to take advantage of him." His right fist started glowing. "You're sick."

"Wh-what? No! I-I tried to help him, he didn't know an—"

"I don't want to hear your excuses!" Danny Phantom hissed. "You're nothing but some sick pervert with nothing but getting off on your mind. How could you take advantage of him like this?" Danny, the ghost Danny, shrank back away from the very idea of Dash and his human self together. It was absurd, it was sick, it was something his logical mind couldn't wrap around, there was no way he would ever actually want Dash so obviously the only conclusion was that Dash was at fault.

Because it was the only thing his psyche would allow.

I have a friend who would get drunk off her ass and stumble around like some kind of zombie, but if you got her riled up and in an argument she'd debate your ear off like she was sober for months, then immediately after word she'd get all exhausted and back to stumbling around drunkenly hitting on the coat-rack.

The miscarriage brother-ghost thing idea came from my editor Kedo, who lost her first baby over the weekend. This chapter is dedicated to her and her lost fetus, may his/her ghost become as awesome as Danny Phantom.

Rest in peace Armistice, the world suffers from never having known you.

This chapter had no one's specific viewpoint, because when I tried separating them it became crap.