By popular demand, I shall continue the story...

"WHAT?!" shouted Phantom, Foley, and Manson simultaneously.

Phantom started to hover, resuming his nervous tic of rubbing his neck. "I mean, why would you think, who said that I…"

Valerie just raised an eyebrow at him.

Danny couldn't seem to formulate a cohesive response, so Sam intervened. "Look Val, I don't know why you'd think that, but you're wrong."

"No she's not."

The four teens turned to the youngest of the bunch who had until now been rather quiet.

"Danielle…" Danny warned, through gritted teeth.

"Danny, I don't see what the big deal is. She knows I'm half ghost. I thought you would have told her you were too, after you both saved me from Vlad." She put her hands on her hips and shot her 'cousin' the nastiest death stare she could manage. "Or are you like him. Lying and manipulative."

"I'm not like Vlad!" Danny yelled, startling Valerie.

"Yeah, prove it." retorted Danielle, still holding her stare.

Danny fidgeted, glancing between the angered half-ghost, the smirking huntress, and the worried goth. After a beat, his face steeled and he seemed to have made up his mind.

"Fine."

"Danny, uh, I don't think its a good idea," Sam said quickly, while Tucker nodded vigorously behind her.

"Guys, she already knows," Danny turned back to Valerie, "don't you." Valerie just smirked again. "Somehow you figured it out. You always were pretty smart. And stubborn," he frowned, "guess it's only fair."

Valerie yelped in surprise as suddenly two white rings formed around his waist and traveled up and down his body respectively. Valerie shut her eyes from the blinding light. When she opened them again, there stood Danny Fenton where Phantom had just been.

Now, it's one thing to think through something in your head. It's a whole other thing to have your crazy, never-should-happen suspicions proved correct. Valerie felt the bile rise in her throat again, but she swallowed it, with considerable effort. She glanced at the Danny's two friends. They didn't look surprised, of course.

She turned back to Danny. "Damn! You really are, I mean, I didn't think, oh man!" Valerie crept forward and poked him. She frowned. It was, well, fleshy, and a little cold, but not ghostly. Needing more proof, she grabbed his wrist and began feeling for a pulse.

"Ow! What are you doing?" Valeried gasped as she felt the blood pumping through his veins. She dropped his wrist and took a step back, shaking her head.

"Val, you okay?" asked Tucker, tentatively.

She nodded. "Yeah. It's just...how does it work? And what do your parents think about all this?" She wrinkled her nose. "Maybe we can talk about this somewhere else, and I can get cleaned up a bit?"