-sighs- Okay, so I lied. Fluff has arrived, and it has nothing to do with him. No challenges for this chapter. Only a one-shot of my picking. –is shot- This is what happens when a ghost phan and kitties mix…

5. Rain

It was a beautiful thing to look at, to embrace.

"Mommy!" he yelled out happily, pointing to the clearing skies. "Look! The rain stopped coming! Can we go outside?"

Madeline Fenton smiled at her five year old son as he struggled to see out the window. "It stopped raining?"

He jumped up and down. "Please, Mom? I want to go and jump around in the puddles! Look!" He pointed out the window again and saw a girl with black hair and wearing a black skirt jumping around in them as well. "Sam's outside! Please?" He looked up at her with puppy-dog eyes.

She sighed. "All right. But I'm going to watch you from the porch, all right?"

"Yay!" He bolted up the stairs and began to hastily put on his shoes. Maddie sighed and shook her head in amusement, putting on her boots as well. It was rare when she saw her son and the girl from across the street together like this. Sam was a nice girl in her mind, too. Sure, just a little shy of her son, but it was in a good way. Moments later, he came downstairs and opened the door, running outside and proceeding to jump into a puddle.

A loud splash, follwed by a wave of water preceded this instance, and in an instant, Sam Manson saw her friend and waved happily. "Danny!"

"Hey, Sam!" he yelled back, trying to run to her and not slip into a puddle. "Mom said I could splash around in the puddles with you!"

Maddie raised an eyebrow. "I didn't say that!" she called out in a warning tone, but all the same, she consented to his wish, and the little couple began to jump in the various water puddles that surrounded the apartment complexes of Amity Park. She smiled to himself. Danny had become adventurous these days- mainly at school and perhaps at home, but one wouldn't think that he didn't have a spark of a child left in him.

Naturally, Danny's parents had taught him about ghosts, but he thought it was a game. He would run around the house and pretend to fight ghosts, making shooting noises and such at times. Jack had always joked that he "had his mother's ghost-fighting genes" in him.

Was that true?

"DANNY!" Sam shrieked, snapping the woman out of her gaze. "You got my skirt soaked!"

The boy ran over to the unknown Goth and tried to brush away the water, but he was failing miserably. "I'm sorry, Sam," he told her, looking at her sadly and wrapping his arms around her. "I won't do it again."

Her eyes widened. "Ew! Danny gave me cooties!"

"Did not!" the young boy shot back.

"Did too!"

"Did not!"

"Did too!"

This began a series of kicking splashes as Maddie watched amusingly at the two kids, prepared to intervene at any moment. It was then that she noticed that a large cat-like ghost was beginning to crawl near them, fangs bared and bristling. She jumped up, her motherly instinct kicking in alongside her ghost hunting expertise. "Kids!" she yelled. "Run!"

Danny looked at her mom. "But you told us not to run when the street was wet, Mom!"

"Never mind that, just go!"

Danny took Sam's hand and ran into the house, Maddie following close behind. She slammed the door behind them, taking a deep breath. Sam looked at Danny. "Why did you drag me?"

"Because Mom called for both of us," he explained, looking at her. "What is it, Mom?"

The cat ghost fazed through the door, beginning to advance on the trio in the house. Danny blinked. He began to walk towards the ghost slowly. Maddie's eyes widened with fear. "Daniel James Fenton, you get back here this instant!"

He looked at the ghost huntress. "Maybe it just needs a hug, Mom."

"I don't care if it was begging for a kitty treat; get back here right now!"

Sam had an idea. She ran into the kitchen and came back moments later with a bowl of milk and looked at the cat. "Maybe he's hungry," she suggested, completely oblivious to Danny's stare.

"I think he needs a scratch behind the ears," he told her proudly. "Maybe then he'll go away. Mommy says that ghosts always attack when they're angry. Maybe we can make him happy and he'll go away."

The boy began to scratch behind the ears of the creature and Sam put down the bowl of milk. To Maddie's astonishment, the cat sat down and began to lick the milk and purr when the boy scratched behind his ears. Sam began to pet his fur. "He's cute."

Danny nodded. "Do you think we can keep him?"

Maddie shook her head. "I'm afraid not, Danny. Ghosts aren't meant to be kept as pets."

"Awww," the two children whined.

"Don't you 'awww' me," she told the two friends in a firm voice, although her eyes were soft and kind. "I will not be taking care of a ghost cat while your father or I are living under this roof. That's going to attract more ghosts, and that's the last thing we need around here."

Sam looked outside the window again and groaned. "It's raining again!"

Indeed, the water began to pelt against the window as the trio sat in the room with a ghost cat, who had finished his milk. He meowed and fazed through the door, almost like saying "Thank you" to the kids and the mother. Sam looked at Danny and smiled. "Do you ever think that one day, we'll be able to get a cat?"

Sam giggled. "Yeah! And we can get it toys and food and a bed and he can sleep with me!"

"I want him, too!"

Maddie softly chuckled as she listened to the two friends argue about a cat for themselves. Even she had to admit that the ghost cat was cute when calm and docile. But she could never tell that to anyone.

Okay, so I'm being fluffy. DON'T HURT ME! –cowers- Must know how I did. And I picked a cat because I like them. NOT BECAUSE OF HIM. Anyways, reviews are enjoyed. Thanks for reading.