Here you go, you impatient leeches! XD

"What do you mean, 'you know what's wrong'?" Andrew demanded, following Vlad as the halfa began digging around his lab for something, pulling out boxes of unknown items, looking through them, then tossing them aside. Andrew had to go intangible to avoid getting hit with anything. "Vlad, HOW do you suddenly know what's wrong?"

"Because!" Vlad replied, pulling up a large fireproof box from a stack and fumbling with the padlock. "It's not a ghost problem!" He finally got the right combination and opened the box door, pulling out what looked like an unassuming stack of journals and spiral-bound notebooks. "It's a HALFA problem!" He carried the stack to his desk and put them down before flipping through them and setting them aside when they didnt have what he was looking for.

"Vlad! Breathe for a moment and tell me what's going on!" Andrew demanded. Vlad ignored him for a moment, then grinned triumphantly and held up a thick journal.

"You were sort of right, Andrew," he said, brandishing the journal at the ghost. "It IS puberty, but not HUMAN puberty!" He began flipping through the journal almost excitedly. "I'm an idiot for not recognizing the symptoms...hell, I went through it, too!"

"You did?" Andrew asked, arching a brow. "...But you became a halfa in your early twenties..."

"Yes, imagine the horror of having to go through puberty from hell in your mid-twenties," Vlad muttered dryly. "Daniel became a halfa when he was fourteen, so of COURSE this type of puberty would blend in right as he finished his human one..."

"So, what exactly does THIS puberty mean?" Andrew asked, sounding a bit disturbed by the information. "How is it different from human puberty?"

"Oh, it's very different," Vlad replied. "When I first discovered my ghost half, I began keeping detailed descriptions of what I was going through. For about two years after my twenty-fifth birthday, I began exhibiting a massive flux in power, a late growth spurt of about two inches, sexual feelings for non-humans-"

"Lovely to see THAT side-effect never wore off..."

"Quiet, you. But worst of all were my mood swings and over-violent tendencies. If anybody thinks I'm a villian NOW, then they obviously were never in contact with me from ages twenty-five to twenty-seven. I made Pariah Dark look like a saint."

"Yeesh," the 'Writer commented, grimacing. "That bad?"

"Worse. I...am not proud to admit that I killed someone during that time. I killed him out of rage; the very rage that Daniel is exhibiting, and I fear that he may kill someone too, if this isnt dealt with, and soon."

Andrew shuddered. "So...how many of the symptoms is the kid exhibiting now, besides rage?"

Vlad thought for a moment. "...I've notice that he's growing faster than most boys his age are," he replied. "Daniel has always been petite like his mother, but in the past year alone, he's grown three inches. I've also noticed random fluxes of power, and even new powers. And of course, his moments of alpha-male dominance..." He broke off, absently remembering the little detail back from the study. "His eyes have also begun changing from green to red..."

"And the freak-out earlier?"

"Simply a panic attack from him not knowing what was going on. I had them as well, and my worst one was after I killed that man. Fortunately, the ghostly changes stopped a few months after, and I just continued on as normal."

"...So, we're essentially dealing with an overly-hormonal teenager with a homicidal streak, who has fluxes of immense power, and is developing new powers that just may destroy us all?"

"...It sounds horrific when YOU say it..." Vlad sighed. "But yes. Fortunately for Daniel, I had gone back years later and studied the changes I went through, and I think I know of ways to keep Daniel from causing more damage to himself and others that absolutely neccissary."

"Do tell," Andrew said, sounding a bit sarcastic.

"...Cheeky. First things first, is to keep him...happy." Vlad paused, thinking. "He's actually tolerable when he's not egged on, or contradicted. We're going to have to swallow our pride, Andrew, and not fight back when he hollers at us."

"...So we're going to have to cater to the brat," Andrew deadpanned.

"Not to his every whim, Andrew," Vlad replied. "We're not spoiling him, we're preventing Amity Park from being erased from the face of the Earth. I understand what Daniel's going through, and it is NOT a walk in the park. It's terrifying, confusing, and dangerous. Human and ghost-halves were not meant to naturally coincide with each other, and THIS is the human half's way of coping with the ghost-half. Without dying, of course."

"...So I should get along with him, is what you're saying," the 'Writer said. Vlad nodded.

"If you can," he replied. He sighed and sat down at his desk. "...Before that episode, Daniel asked me if I thought he was 'bad', for what he's feeling and doing. He's genuinely horrified at what's going on with him, and fighting back with him and fueling that fire of anger and hate in him will only make things worse. Please, Andrew, if not for him, then for me; try to get along with him."

The Ghostwriter stared at his lover for a few moments before sighing in resignation. "Fine," he replied. "I'll get along." Vlad leaned over and kissed the 'Writer briefly.

"Much thanks, Andrew," he said, then turned to start putting things right in his lab.

"Yeah, well...you'd better make it worth it," the 'Writer replied, crossing his arms, and leaning sullenly against the wall. Vlad snorted.

"I'm sure getting to know Daniel will be benificial in your own right. Two words, my dear Ghostwriter: Stephen. King."

"What?"

"Just mull on them." Vlad smirked to himself and stacked the boxes upright again. Andrew blinked and sighed.

"...You're weird, Vlad."

"And you're a nympho. Help me with these papers." Andrew sighed and waved his hand, the books and papers going back to their designated places instantly. Much good came from being a ghost who could control paper, as one of his lesser powers.

"Now that we're done making a parlor trick of my powers, want some coffee?" the 'Writer asked.

"Please." Vlad led the way back to the kitchen, carrying two journals with him.