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Legend:

"Someone is talking."

'Someone is thinking.'

"A technique is being used."

Chapter Three:

It had been a month since Danny had gone into the Ghost Portal, and became something completely different. The "Accident", as it had come to be called, had forced Danny to make a few changes in his life.

Ever since the accident, some unforeseen complications had begun to occur during the most inopportune of times. Some of these complications included his eyes changing color when he blinked, his choker appearing when he rubbed his throat, and the hole appearing on his hand if something hit it hard enough.

Another complication was the strange new "Ghost" energy that he had acquired. He had first used this energy while he was in an argument with Tucker and Sam, sending both of them flying back into a wall. Sam and Tucker had gotten a couple of scrapes and bruises after the pressure had almost knocked them out, causing Danny to realize that he needed to learn how to control his "Ghost" energy.

In order to control it, Sam had suggested that he join a martial arts class. She had further explained that joining one could allow him to learn different discipline methods that could help him control his newfound powers. While he was skeptical about her idea Danny had eventually agreed to Sam's idea and signed up at a local karate dojo.

Of course, these recent changes to his life hadn't gone unnoticed by his family.

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(Two weeks ago)

Like so many nights before, Danny was dragging him newly bruised and battered body home from another intense Karate lesson. When Sam had first mention he take Karate, he had been against the idea. However, after accidentally hurting Sam and Tucker, Danny had reconsidered. He decided to take the class because he absolutely needed to find a way to control his new found power.

If he didn't get a hold of his own power then he could seriously hurt somebody.

After a few minutes of silent contemplation as he walked Danny finally made it to his family's house. He silently climbed up the stairs and pulled out his key chain from his back pocket. Unlocking the door with his key, he opened the door silently before tiptoeing towards the staircase. If he was quiet enough, he probably wouldn't alert his family to his late arrival and explain his actions.

Unfortunately his plans to quietly escape up the staircase didn't work. "Danny, can you please meet us in the living room?" His mom called from the living room. "We need to speak with you…"

Danny froze for a moment before he nodded as small beads of sweat began to form on his forehead. As he began to trek to the living room, numerous questions began to form in his head. Did his parents know about the Accident? Had they somehow found out that it wasn't just a temporary glitch in their systems? What would they, being professional Ghost Hunters, even do if they knew about the Accident?

Eventually, Danny entered the living room and took note of the inhabitants of the room. He saw that his parents were sitting side-by-side on their couch. Also, Jazz was sitting on the couch as well, half a cushion away from their parents.

The next thing he noticed was that his parents were being unnaturally quiet. His dad wasn't his usual loud and outgoing self; instead, he wore a serious expression. The hood to his mother's hazmat suit was pulled down, exposing concerned eyes to him.

"Pleas, take a seat Danny…" His mom said quietly. "There are a few things that we would all like to talk to you about."

While he didn't like where his mom seemed to be going, Danny had no choice but to obey his mom's unspoken order. He sat down on the armchair directly across from the couch, where three pairs of eyes seemed to pin him down. His dad took a deep breath, as if to steady himself, before he spoke in a low tone, "Danny… We have all noticed some recent… changes that have left us all concerned with how you have been doing lately."

"You have been coming home later and more exhausted then you usually are after a day at school. We are starting to worry about what you are doing after school." His mom said and then paused, worrying her lip, before she forced herself to continue. "You have also come home with a lot of bruises, scrapes, and a few black eyes…"

Seeing that their mom was done, Jazz spoke up. "Mom and Dad have also found out that you have taken some money from your savings account at the bank. Danny…." She looked concerned. "Is, is somebody extorting you?"

Almost at once, Danny felt all of his muscles relax. So, this wasn't about the "Accident" at all. They hadn't found out about it and still didn't know what had happened that day. They were just worried about why he had been out later than he was and came home battered and bruised.

"It's not what you've guys have been thinking. No one is extorting any money from me and nobody is hurting me." Danny stated.

Jazz frowned, "Then why have you been coming home so late with all of those bruises on your body?"

"Oh… I'm just taking a Karate class downtown." Danny said.

"So that was the transaction from your savings account was!" His dad exclaimed, relieved, as an invisible weight seemed to have been lifted off of his shoulders. "You were just paying for you class!"

"Wait a minute… what is with this sudden interest in Karate, Danny? You have never shown an interest in it or any other type of martial art before…" His mom questioned, looking a bit skeptical at his excuse.

"Well…I just wanted to be prepared in case something happens like… uh…" Danny paused, trying to think of what he could say that could appease his parents. "… a Ghost attack!" He nodded to himself. "Yeah, just want to be prepared just in case a Ghost shows up. It doesn't hurt to be prepared."

This answer seemed to finally appease his parents, who reverted back into their original selves so fast it seemed like a switch had been flipped. His dad got up from the table, walking over to Danny, before he was picked up and given a bear-hug. It became very hard to breathe very fast.

"Good idea Dan-O! You'll be prepared in case those Ghosts show up!" His dad grinned as he released Danny before he passed out. "Give them the old one-two and show them why nobody messes with a Fenton!"

His mom smiled, "Good thinking, honey."

Nodding, Danny leaned over as he took in deep gulps of fresh air. However, when he went down, he caught a brief, suspicious look from Jazz. He didn't have time to wonder why it was there as Jazz changed her expression so fast that that it seemed like he had imagined it.

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Thankfully, it seemed like Jazz had let her suspicions go, as he didn't catch any more of those looks or see Jazz do anything unusual for her. So, with the extortion issue solved, the Fenton family slowly regained their sense of normalcy.

However, while Danny was taking Karate classes, that wasn't the only thing that he was preoccupied with. In his spare time, he would implement what he learned in Karate in attempt to gain control of and understanding of his "Ghost" powers.

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(One week ago—Amity Park—Junkyard)

When it was suggested by Tucker that they use the junkyard as the place to have Danny train with his new "Ghost" powers, it had seemed to be the perfect place to train.

The junkyard was out by the edge of the town so hardly anyone visited it, even less so because it was a junkyard, and it belonged to Tucker's uncle, Fred Foley. That meant that, technically, they weren't trespassing at all. At the moment, the only people in the junkyard were Danny, Sam, and Tucker. Sam was sitting on the hood of an old, broken-down car while Tucker was leaning on an old hotdog-cart, fiddling with his P.D.A. Danny was standing in the center of the small clearing they were in, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.

"Okay Danny… let's start out with something simple." Sam suggested, looking down at her friend. "Why don't you try transforming into your Ghost form?"

Danny nodded in agreement, "Alright."

With that, Danny proceeded to take a deep breath before he concentrated on trying to change himself into his Ghost form. A few minutes passed and nothing seemed to be happening to him. However, just when he was about to give up, he felt himself release a small amount of energy. In an instant, cracks began to form along Danny's body, slowly creating a vaguely spider web-like pattern. His cracked skin then started to chip off like it was sun burned, turning into silver-colored ash the moment it detached from his body.

Soon, there was a good-sized cloud of ash hanging around Danny's body. Then, as if on command, all of this ash converged on Danny before it formed a miniature cyclone around him. After a couple seconds, the cyclone slowly dissipated, revealing Danny standing amongst the dissipating ash while in his Ghost form.

Seeing this, Sam grinned before she gave Danny a thumbs up while Tucker simply shuddered.

"Man… no many how much times I see that, it still keeps freaking me out." Tucker complained as he looked down at his P.D.A. "Let's just try to put those Karate lessons you've been taking to good use… Try and see if you can feel anything this time."

Danny nodded, "Alright Tuck, just give me a second…"

During his Karate classes, Danny's teacher, or Sensei, had emphasized the importance of concentration. To do this, Sensei had said that all of his students practice medication. Having seen the use of this method, Danny had been encouraged by Sam and Tucker to practice all of the different forms of meditation that Sensei had taught him. It was during one of these practice sessions that his work paid off.

After clearing his mind, Danny had become more aware of his body's functions. Digging deeper and deeper, he could feel the flow of his own blood, the feel his skin as it became more sensitive and sense the state that his organs were in. Danny however had dug even deeper one day and hit the metaphorical jackpot; he had located the source of his Ghost energy. It seemed to be suspended in the middle of his chest near his heart.

To him, his Ghost energy felt very powerful, dangerous, and animalistic. It seemed to be like a predator crouching in the grass, just waiting for its unfortunate prey to appear before it pounced.

The feeling of the top predator that his energy produced frightened him a little bit.

Another weird thing about his Ghost energy was that, whenever he would use it, consciously or not, a slight pressure would become noticeable to those around him. The more energy he used, the more powerful the range and the force of the pressure would increase.

"Come on, Danny! I know you can do it." Sam whispered, snapping Danny out of his thoughts. Danny turned and saw that her eyes were locked on him. "It should be easier… now that you've practiced for so long."

Danny took another breath before he began to gather his Ghost energy from within himself. He slowly guided it towards his middle finger and thumb on his right hand. He soon sensed that he had gathered enough energy and prepared himself for what would happen next. After a few seconds of mentally preparation Danny snapped his fingers, releasing the stored-up energy in an invisible wave that began to spread outwards at an alarming speed. Following the wave of energy, a mental, black-and-white picture of whatever it passed over formed itself in Danny's mind.

However, when it passed over Sam and Tucker, he noticed that they seemed to have changed slightly. The vivid, blue-green flames that seemed to make both of his friends' bodies up had brightened. The flames also seemed to have grown larger since the last time he had seen them. What could that possibly mean?

Danny didn't get a chance to ponder what had changed in his friends as he stumbled slightly when a sudden dizziness seemed to wash over him. "Whoa… that was some rush…"

Sam and Tucker were instantly by his side, each of them helping him stand up again.

"Are you alright dude?" Tucker asked.

Sam look concerned, "If you're not feeling well then maybe we should stop for the day."

"No… I'm fine. I just have to get used to using these powers…" Danny said, giving his friends a weak smile. "I'm fine now, guys… You can let me go."

Sam and Tucker looked at each other for a moment, seeming to have another one of those wordless conversations, before they looked away and released Danny. Then, as Danny regained stability, Tucker took out his P.D.A. and checked the time.

"My uncle will be back here soon… so we don't have that much more time before we'll have to leave."

"Alright then… I just want to try one more thing before we go." Danny said. Then, seeing his friend's incredulous expressions, he continued. "It won't take that long and… I promise I won't fall down again."

"You'd better not." Tucker muttered.

Danny ignored him, instead concentrating on directing some of his Ghost energy towards his fist. After a couple of seconds, his fist started to emit an ice-blue light that slowly encased it. The very sight seemed to set both Sam and Tucker on edge.

"Danny…" Sam exhaled in a low tone with eyes wide.

Danny could feel the power that was flowing into his fist, even as he slowly raised his hand towards a group of old cars. The energy around his fist took on a vaguely spherical shape, humming slightly, before Danny released his hold on his power.

Sam and Tucker could only gape as a giant beam of ice blue-colored energy rocketed out from Danny's fist. The beam struck the pile of old cars only two seconds later obliterating them, and much of the junk behind them, before it continued into the sky. After the attack had ended there wasn't anything left to signify that the cars had even existed in the first place.

Danny could only stare at the destruction that he had caused in shock. He was still in shock when another wave of dizziness washed over him before he collapsed in a boneless heap. He was unconscious before he hit the ground.

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After that incident, Danny had decided that it would be best to wait until he had a better grasp of his powers before he tried anything new. So, he had used this time to perfect the techniques he already had, which included his sonar and laser-like techniques.

Until he felt as if had mastered those two techniques, Danny could hope that nothing would happen. Sadly, fate had other plans for him.

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(Amity Park—Fenton residence—Danny's room)

Danny groaned as the blaring of his overly loud and obnoxious alarm clock pierced the former silence of his room. His left arm moved out of the warmth of his comforter and then slammed down onto the alarm clock, shattering it into multiple pieces. It was only after he did the deed that he became aware of just what he had just done.

'Damn…' Danny thought as he morosely overlooked the remains of his clock. 'That's the fifth alarm clock I've broken this month…'

Sighing, Danny got out of bed before he began cleaning up his clock's remains. When that was done, he moved to get ready for the day.

Ten minutes later, Danny, outfitted in a short-sleeved shirt and jeans, walked down the stairs of his home and into the kitchen. His mom, along with Jazz, was already at the table getting ready for their own plans for the day. His mom was standing at the table while she used a blowtorch to weld the back of what appeared to be a new invention into place. Jazz on the other hand was sitting down at the table, reading Surviving Adolescence through Therapy with a somewhat annoyed expression on her face.

Shrugging his shoulders, Danny walked over to the pantry where he grabbed a bowl and spoon. He then went over to the cabinet by the fridge and took out a cereal box; General Chewie's, a prize in every box if the label was to be believed. He then sat down at the table and dumped a good portion of cereal into his bowl before he began to eat.

A few minutes later, Danny looked downwards and almost had a heart attack. The skin on his hand was beginning to crack with a few pieces already beginning to flake off of it. Jerking his hand under the table, he quickly reversed the transformation, hoping that nobody had seen what just happened. Luckily for him, it appeared that no one had; his mom was too busy with her gadget and Jazz with her book.

"Just a few more days and then it's done."

Turning his head, Danny caught his mom turning off her blowtorch before she began to inspect her gadget. Only moments later, his dad barged into the room like a kid on Christmas day. His dad then snuck up on his mom, showing a great amount of stealth that didn't seem right for a man of his size ,and loudly spoke up to his wife. The fright that he gave her almost made her jump out of her suit.

"What did you say Maddie? It's done?" His dad said before picking up the gadget. "The Fenton-Finder is done!" He grinned. "With this little baby we'll be able to track down any Ghost, no matter where they might be hiding!"

Danny actually choked at this exclamation, feeling his heart seize up in panic. "… It does what to track who now?"

His parents seemed to ignore him; turning on their newly-completed Fenton-Finder. Almost instantly, the satellite-like dish on the Fenton-Finder started to spin around before a feminine voice started to speak.

"Unknown Entity located directly ahead. Please walk forward."

The Fenton-Finder's results brought a confused look to his parents' faces. However, they both followed their gadget's directions, not noticing Danny back up until his back was against a wall.

"Unknown Entity located. Thank you for using the Fenton-Finder."

Both his mom and dad looked at each other—confused—before they looked up to see Danny pressed up against a wall with a nervous expression on his face.

"What? That can't be right…. This thing must be broken." Jack stated with disappointment in his voice as he shook the device a little.

Unseen by either of his parents, Danny's clothes changed into the clothes that he wore in his Ghost form. However, the changes reverted two seconds later, just in time, as his parents looked at him again. Danny took a deep breath; he had had enough of this nonsense. This was a better time than any to tell his parents about what happened to him. To tell them that he had become half-Ghost.

"Actually… Mom, dad… there is something that I need to tell you." Danny said.

"That's not all you need Danny." Jazz replied, interrupting him. "You need proper guidance and parents that are ready to give it."

"Now sweetie…" Maddie said, speaking in a placating tone. "I know that that what I and your father do may not make sense at times but you're only…"

"Sixteen." Jazz stated, interrupting her mom. "Biology that may be the case, but mentally I am an adult and I will not allow your insane delusion to pollute the mind of this impressionable young child."

Throughout her little speech, Jazz drew Danny to herself as if to protect him from their parents "craziness". She then began to drag him away, towards the door, while her parents watched with confused expressions on their face.

"Come on you impressionable child, I'll drive you to school." Jazz said to Danny as she dragged him out of the room.

Danny faintly heard his parents talking in the kitchen, but he didn't pay too much attention to it. His mind kept coming back to the Fenton-Finder, wondering why the machine had called him an "Unknown Entity".

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(Amity Park—Casper High)

Casper High was a pretty standard high school, which included a standard social latter that could be found in many other schools

At the top of this social ladder were the sports jocks, like Dash Baxter, Kwan Heights, or any other person on Casper High's sports' teams. The next rung of the ladder were the rich kids, like Paulina Sanchez and Star White. After that came a rung that was made up from people of the middle-class, like Valerie Gray. However, at the lowermost rung of the ladder—past the nerdy or poor kids—were people like Danny Fenton, Tucker Foley, and Sam Manson.

At the moment, Danny, Sam, and Tucker, were walking up a staircase while Danny told his two friends about the morning he had.

"… I'm telling you guys, it's getting harder and harder to hide my powers from my parents…" Danny sighed, looking down. "Maybe I should just tell them…"

Sam shook her head, "That's not a good idea, Danny; parents don't listen to you and they never understand." Suddenly, her fists clenched and her eyes narrowed, thinking about her own parental problems. "WHY CAN'T THEY JUST ACCEPT ME FOR WHO I AM?"

Danny and Tucker could only stare at Sam. Seeing this, Sam blushed.

"Uh, Sam… you do remember that we're talking about my powers… my problems?" Danny asked a bit sarcastically.

Sam ducked her head to hide her growing blush, "Oh yeah… sure do…"

"Ever since the junkyard, I've been terrified of using my powers." Danny said before he frowned. "Especially that laser-like thing… it's way too dangerous to use in public." He sighed. "Lately though, I've been having trouble controlling when and where I start transforming."

"You mean like now?" Tucker asked, pointing towards Danny's shirt.

Danny looked down to where his friend was pointing, only to see numerous cracks rapidly expanding over his shirt. With a yelp, he quickly reversed the transformation before it could progress any further

"If my dad could invent something that could turn me into a half-Ghost, why can't he make something that would turn me back?" Danny complained.

As he talked, Danny never noticed that his clothes would frequently change between his normal clothing, and his Ghost form's clothing.

Sam quickly overtook Danny and offered her own opinion. "Danny, your powers make you unique, and being unique is good." Sam said, closing her eyes with a smile. "That's why I'm an ultra-recyclable vegetarian."

"Which means what now?" Tucker asked.

"It means that she won't eat anything that had a face on it at some point." Danny answered.

Tucker scrunched up his nose in disgust. "Dude, that's gross. Two words; meat connoisseur." Tucker then leaned in before he sniffed Danny a couple of times. "You had Sloppy Joes last night."

"Impressive." Danny admitted.

"Meat enhances the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years long." Tucker stated proudly.

"Sorry Tuck, but that streak is about to end." Sam responded, amused. "The school board finally agreed to change the menu." She grinned. "It took me a while, but I wore them out."

Danny could see the growing dread on Tucker's question when his friend asked his next question. He would've asked the same thing, if Tucker didn't ask.

"Wait… what did you do?" Tucker asked.

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(Later—Casper High—Cafeteria)

The only thought that entered Danny's mind after he entered the cafeteria was 'Sam is insane'.

Whenever Sam went off on one of her vegetarian rants, Danny had thought that she meant that she was an average vegetarian. That she ate normal things like carrots, corn, broccoli, and other things like that.

However, Danny now knew that Sam wasn't just an ordinary vegetarian. He knew this because of the changes to the cafeteria's lunch menu, which made him slightly concerned. Was his friend losing it?

Bread with grass actually growing from it, mud-pies that were made with actual mud, and all kinds of other things that he had seen animals eat at the zoo. It was obvious that Tucker would not take this change to the menu lightly, being a self-proclaimed 'meat connoisseur'.

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY PRECIOUS MEAT!" Tucker wailed as he collapsed to his knees.

Chewing on her grass sandwich, Sam spared a glance at Tucker. She waited until he had gotten back up before she handed him another grass sandwich. She ignored how the sandwich was slapped away and the disgusted expression on his face.

"Tucker… I think it's time for a change."

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(Meanwhile—Fenton residence—The lab)

At the moment, Jack Fenton and his wife could be found in their lab; currently working on converting a normal vacuum cleaner into something they believed would be able to capture a Ghost. They already had the semi-functional Fenton Thermos, but they hoped that this new invention of theirs would be more reliable.

Unbeknownst to the two Ghost Hunters, the Ghost Portal behind them activated itself. The high-grade steel doors opened—showing a swirling abyss of green light beyond—before something exited from the portal.

The being in question appeared to be a kindly old lunch lady, complete with yellow rubber gloves and a hair net that covered her white hair. The only indications that she wasn't human were her light-green skin, and the fact that she was partially see through.

This lunch lady wore a stern expression on her face, before it gradually shifted into a relaxed one. "Oh… it appears as if somebody changed the menu."

The Ghost then became completely see-through before she floated up through the ceiling, out of the Fenton's house, and off towards Casper High. Off to the place she had worked to until she had died fifty years ago.

What the Ghost didn't notice was that a pair of witnesses had seen her emergence from the Ghost Portal. Said witnesses had been drawn to it when they heard the doors to their portal slide open.

"Maddie…" Jack asked in a low, breathless tone of voice. "Is that what I think it was…?
Maddie smiled, "Yes, honey… that was a real Ghost."

Both Ghost Hunters simply stared at each other for a moment—unable to believe what they had just seen—before they leapt into each other's arms. They hugged each other tightly, relishing in the fact that they had seen an actual Ghost.

For years, they both had been mocked for their belief about Ghosts and how much time they spent in developing 'Anti-Ghost' technology. However, now that they had seen a Ghost with their own eyes, all of years of endless ridicule seemed to be washed away.

Jack's grin threatened to split his face in half, "WE WERE RIGHT! GHOSTS DO EXIST!"

A/N: Author's Note; This chapter was updated as of 5/28/2012.