Plot bunny! Have a plot carrot, darling.

Plot Bunny: *omnomnom*

Adorable and adoptable~!

-Phanny

Sam had always figured that being best friends with a half-ghost boy would make her life interesting, but she wasn't ever suspecting that it would have side-effects. Really, she didn't even really know when she and her other friend, Tucker, had acquired these "side-effects," only remembering the day she herself had discovered one of them.

Sam recalled the day perfectly - she had been cooking. She wasn't sure if she could call cooking a hobby of hers - her parents refused to prepare meals that would suit an ultra-recyclo vegetarian (she supposed you could say she was a vegan, if you wanted to be boring) such as herself. They thought she was just being difficult and wouldn't 'give in,' even though meat and many animal products really did make her sick most of the time.

Back on topic: she was cooking her own dinner, as she usually had to, and was a little careless at one point - she placed her hand on a hot burner and it took her a little under five seconds for it to actually register that it was in fact very hot and she should probably remove her hand from it. She looked at the nasty burn on her hand - it looked like it was definitely going to scar. She ran her hand under cold water, wincing at the sting. She should probably go to the doctor, and she would have had the burn not started to heal before her eyes.

"Holy-" she cut off her own cursing, trying not to alert anyone in the house in case her parents decided to suddenly remember they had a daughter. She yanked her hand out from under the stream of water from the sink, and watched as the redness on her hand began to fade as the skin repaired itself as she stared in awe. The only time she had seen that kind of healing was when Danny hurt himself. Maybe hanging around him was having some sort of effect on her, but then, if that was true, wouldn't Tucker…

Tucker.

She called her friend up immediately, not bothering to try and put what she had to say together to form something coherent. Admittedly, she probably should have - she was sure "Tucker! Quick! Go cut yourself!" was not what Tucker wanted to hear coming from the other end of the phone line.

"This better be you, Sam, otherwise I want to know how a creeper got my phone number."

"Yes, it's me, sorry," Sam amended before continuing, "but seriously. I meant that I just burned myself on my stove really bad but it healed in like two minutes! I figure maybe hanging out with Danny might have some side-effects, and I want to know if it's just me."

There was a long, agonizing pause over the phone, "so…you want to test your theory by having me get a knife and cut myself to see if it heals?" Tucker sounded like she was asking him to jump off of a cliff.

"Exactly!"

"…I feel like I should hang up on you. I really do."

"Tucker, I'm serious. This is weird!" Sam heard shuffling over the phone, along with a muttered 'the things I do for you guys…'

There was a sharp intake of breath and, after a moment, and exclamation of "holy crap, Sam!"

"I know, right?"

Sam could almost see her friend gaping at his already healed hand in awe, and her mind wandered to the real issue.

How was this even possible?

"Well, theoretically, it isn't impossible," Maddie Fenton said to her son.

Danny Fenton had just come downstairs to his parents' lab after getting off of the phone with his two best friends, determined to figure out what the cause of their little issue could be.

Danny was silent as his mother continued, "these Haz-Mat suits aren't just to protect from chemicals, Danny. Ghosts can give off a certain amount of radiation that could, in theory, transfer some of their abilities onto humans and other creatures with whom they are in close contact on a regular basis for an extended period of time. Of course, it would take months or years for these effects to show."

Danny paled, if that was even possible - he had gotten his powers when he was fourteen, and he was now sixteen. That was two years, and he had seen his friends nearly every day during that time. Could halfas give off that radiation stuff? Well, he couldn't ask his mother, and from what his friends had said, the answer must be yes.

"It could very likely be dangerous," his mother continued, "we don't quite know the effects of ectoplasm mixing with human DNA…"

'You don't, anyway,' Danny added in his mind. He felt slightly relieved. Being a halfa hadn't really done him any harm, so maybe a few small changes in his friends wouldn't cause too much damage.

"Thanks mom," Danny said, not really sure whether or not his mom had stopped talking yet, and he walked up the stairs. Not before his mind added its own epilogue, anyway.

A few small changes…for now.

Okay, where the hell did this come from?

...I don't know. I've seen a lot of Sam and Tucker halfa stories around lately...I deserve fun too!