Glad to see readers into the story! Here's a chapter and beta'ed out by Dragonian Master's help.

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The lights burned me so intense. The head pounding me was viciously and everything too dizzy. Ugh, the room needs to stop spinning! I groaned and tried to process what had happened.

"Erm, Vlad picked me up to go out to eat. Then we had dinner…Now, I think I'm having a hangover…never will I get myself this drunk again!"

I was so glad it is the weekend and pulled the blanket over my head to hide from the lights. It was excessively bright. Honestly, the rainy day would have been better today. Unfortunately, my stomach growling at me to feed it and I had no urge to get out of bed right now.

I tried to get back to sleep and it was helping lighting up my hangover problem. It was strange to be drunk like this and now I understand the drinkers' obsession. They're avoiding pain in a way. This pain is nothing to compare with the head injury. I'd rather put up with my head injury. besides I heal quickly. but I knew that my power does not heal quickly from the side effects of drinking.

At least I had nothing planned for Saturday and then I would have to fly tonight when people are sleeping. Yeah, that sounds nice. I sighed and tried to sleep away the hangover.

Riiiiiing! Riiiiiing! RIIIIIIIING!

I groaned and couldn't believe I did not turn off my phone last night! I shoved my blanket off and sat up immediately. The pain pounded my head and I had definitely regretted getting up so fast. Now…where did I put my phone? I know it's close and my head turned over to my lamp desk. There is it.

My hand reached over and sees Jazz is calling me. I pressed accept and answer her anyway, knowing she must got something to say. I glanced at the clock, knowing it is ten in the morning.

"Hello Jazz," I said, hoping I did not sound like I just woke up.

"Hey little brother, I was wondering if you want some visitors today."

I frowned, knowing that I can't deny her like this, "I, uh, guess I don't see why not. But how are you getting here? I'm like…three states away from home and-" an alarm bell rang loudly in my head to click things together, "-What if Danni is needs to fight a ghost? Who is going to protect the town?" I had to see what she comes up with first.

"One, I turned off the ghost portal. And two, Danni talked to Valerie about taking over." Jazz explained quickly.

I mentally banged my head. Way to go drunk yesterday, Fenton.

"Alright, I guess you guys can come over if you bring food. I've got nothing but leftovers right now."

I knew she's smiling behind the phone, "Yay! We will be there!"

"See you in a while."

"You too, little brother."

We both hung up and I looked over to my bed. Well, at least I didn't have sex that's for sure or it'd be a mess to clean this bed. I laughed with the idea like that. I fixed up my bed and realized I slept with my boxers on.

"Why am I not wearing my night shirt?" I shrugged it off and decided to have a quick bagel before my sister comes over and whoever else might be.

So I had debated it could be my sister and Danni. While the bagel being toasted, I brushed my teeth, fixed up my hair, put on my usual clothes, and went over to my toasted up bagel. Normally, people would want butter or cream cheese, but I'm the type of person that prefers plain.

While eating, I went to my refrigerator and helped myself a glass of milk. Ah, now that's refreshing! Food and something to drink really helps to get me going, despite of the hangover going on right now. Do I smell as if I have been drunk? I hadn't taken a shower since yesterday morning either. I shrugged, figuring I'd take one later tonight. I haven't sat down, but I knew that I needed to hide my bag into the closet space I have. The closet only contains my coat, old backpack, and new bag-

My head jerked and stared at this bag. I picked it up to see where the hell did I get this? It was dark green, have several pockets, and strong material to hold at least fifty pounds. There was no way I could have brought this on my own and in front of the pocket, there was a note slipped in it. I pulled it out and began to read it:

Dear Daniel,

I know you said you do not want another bag, but I figure this would make your college life easier. I owe you this much for giving me company for dinner last night and that you did not really have to come. This is my way of thanking you. I brought this when you ordered a drink with my duplicate. If I had told you the news, I am forced to be move in the same town of yours due to the fact my company needs me here more.

I will now be living in a large home – considering I do not need another mansion right now. I live on Mill Avenue with the red house that has a yellow trim to it. I believe you will recognize my car in front of the garage. Feel free to visit me, if you wish or 'attack' me if you suspect anything. Then again, this company is going to need my guidance for the next couple of years. I may not be available to do things like we used to.

However, I am here if you need me, Daniel. I wish you well on your finals.

It felt like I have had been stabbed in the heart. Seriously! He's living here!? Well, I guess he has a reasonable excuse…but still! Living here! I muttered and tried to recall where Mill Avenue was located. I knew that was a mile and a half away. Great, he's my neighbourhood buddy. I banged my head on the door.

"I'm doomed." I sighed and decided to return this to him immediately-

Knock, knock!

I groaned and figured I'd return this by tomorrow. I put this back on the hook with the note inside its pocket. At least he isn't living in my apartment, so it's safe to say I will not be seeing him often. I closed the closet door and headed to the door. I saw my sister and clone, but not only that, my two best friends! I leapt for joy at their sight!

"GUYS!" We all collide into each other for a group hug.

Awe man, I missed them so much. I could hardly breathe when they're here! I hugged them tighter and felt that everything was back to normal – as they could ever be.

"Seriously, you can let us go, Danny. We aren't leaving right away." Tucker chuckled nervously.

I had to agree and let them out of my arms, I hurried them into my apartment, and closed the door. Jazz went over to the counter to set down the food they brought and organized it. At least I can trust her with my refrigerator. Danni sat down on the couch's arm at her comforts. Sam crossed her arms, admiring one thing new about me, and Tucker shook his head at Sam.

"I see you're growing your hair out, Danny." Sam commented.

I chuckled, "Yeah, I hadn't had the time or the budget to get a haircut."

Sam somehow 'magically' pulled out fifty bucks and handed it to me, "I know how bad it is living on low money, so you're going to need this. You're brutal during stress anyway."

I smirked and accepted it, "Thanks, Sam. I'm glad you're rich or I wouldn't accept the money."

"You never asked for the entire year anyway and besides, we're best friends. We have to help each other out one way or another."

I had to agree, "Yeah, I fight ghosts, but I haven't done that since I went home for Winter vacation."

A slap on my back, "Dude, seriously, why don't you come home on the weekend?" His brow went up.

I laughed, "Right, and let mom and dad trying to figure out how the heck I pay the airplane flight each time."

Jazz grinned, "I got a small house."

Thatwas something I did not know. I grinned to hear the good news to visit everyone at home without mom and dad finding out. I crossed my arms and thought about something else.

"Danni, what are they thinking you are at?"

"At Jazz's house for a sleepover." She answered.

My head shook, "Now I am betting you guys are sleeping over here tonight?"

They were grinning at the sound of my question and waiting for my approval. Somehow, I got to love them for making my weekend seem a lot better and glad to have class at ten o'clock on Monday. I sighed and couldn't exactly refused their welcome to stay here for the night. They were delighted to hear it and jumped onto me for hugs. We were all happy to be the Phantom Team again.

…

I woke up early on Monday because there was no way I was planning to keep that bag. That bag has been here for six weeks and haven't gotten the chance to return it. With all the distractions, it was too much and finals were around the corner. For now, that bag needs to go back to Vlad immediately! I shoved my books into my backpack – thankfully I got these homework out of the way on Thursday – and made sure I had everything with me. The weather was more promising today and that would help me out the most. I left the apartment at eight-thirty and headed to this street known as Mill Avenue.

I pulled out the note he left in and searched for the red house and apparently, Vlad got quite a good size of this place. It was a four story home, the red was almost like a bright color, and a beautiful garden in the front. He got a small garage next to the house with his car laid out.

I headed up and rang his doorbell. Normally, I'd barge in, but the people are around and they don't know me. The door opened by Vlad – which I am shocked, does he not have servants working for him? Vlad smiled at me, but he didn't seem to look so well.

"Hello Daniel, why don't you come in?" He gestured me to go in.

I came in, figuring I'd talk to him before I go to my class, and he was really not looking good. He was pale, but I can't figure out why. We walked through this hallway that led to the living room and I sat down. It was nice and home here. I had wondered if this was a normal setting or a rich life setting. My parents weren't into the whole normal housing besides bedroom. I couldn't count either of my friends' home due to their lives of being rich and Tucker's obsession with technologies.

"Ah, I see you still have the bag. Do you like it, Daniel?"

I frowned, "Look fruit loop, I was supposed to return it to you and I got sidetrack. I don't want it. You already brought dinner and drinks for me and that was enough. I told you that I didn't need a new one since I got my backpack." I put out quickly.

He nodded and understood my point. I set the green bag on his table and got up, but suddenly he dashed out of the room before I could. That was not good. I followed him with the help of my flight ability and found him sick to the toilet, literally. So he wasn't feeling well? I knew I couldn't exactly be cold heart with him right now and I leaned down over to him by rubbing his back, holding his hair back, and tried to provide him company.

"You're sick, Vlad. Why didn't you say anything?" I thought that might show him I do care in a way.

I mean, this fruit loop here has taught me so much about my powers without training me – I think. Without him, I wouldn't take ghost fighting so seriously. I learned to improve my fighting skills for three years, but fast. My mind changed to think the way he does almost. His body was shaking and he kept puking his guts out. It wasn't the prettiest sight, but it was horrible to see. I only came here to drop off the stupid bag and now, I'm helping him during his ill. Looks like one day of miss class wouldn't hurt. I never missed any class anyway.

He was finally done with his toilet date and I helped him out of the bathroom. I carried him out, especially he was totally out of it and worn down, and thankfully, his bedroom was on the second floor to the first door. I set him down on his huge bed, removed his shoes, jacket, tie, and belt. I laid him out in bed and covered him under the blanket. My hand checked his head and felt the normal temperature of his.

"I hope you're not down some ghost flu, Vlad." I muttered.

I knew soup would do well for him and some crackers too. I headed downstairs, trying to find the kitchen and apparently, it was right next to the living room. I ought to blast myself in the head and I searched for the can of chicken soup in the cupboards…which, took me two minutes to find it. He had it on the bottom cupboards. Next to that one, it had the pots and pans in organize manner. Geez, Vlad really knows how to keep clean here. I pulled out a reasonable sized pot and made the soup. While the soup was cooking, I searched for crackers and spotted them on top of the refrigerator.

"I'm so glad to be a half ghost or I'd never reach the top. Seriously, who owns a fridge taller than themselves?" I'd admit, being taller than dad and the refrigerator beats me off in five inches of being seven feet tall.

I searched for the bowls – knowing where they are. After that, I let my ectoplasm form a tray with handles. It took about two minutes to complete it and turns into blue tray. I smirked at my own success of something basic for once. I needed to work on that power because I wouldn't mind developing some personal weapons like baseball bats or shield or a trap against my enemies. I could laugh at that thought, but it would be a while anyway.

I turned around and checked on the soup, which seems to finish. I grabbed the bowl and poured it into the bowl with plenty of noodles. I knew where the spoons were located and grabbed a soup spoon – never will my sister's frantic moment on telling me I used the wrong spoon. My eyes rolled and figured Vlad must be one of those people who specified spoons for certain food. I took that and grabbed a bottle of water along the way. I set it on the tray and picked up the tray. I triggered my ghost half and floated up to his room.

His groaning was easily heard and I pitied the guy. How can he be this strong enough to open the door. For now, he needs someone to take care of him until he gets better. I sheepishly smiled at him and brought over a set of tray.

"I made chicken soup and brought crackers and water for you." I saw him sitting up and he was shocked.

"You didn't have to do that, Daniel. I'm not sick as what you think." His head shook.

My head tilted, "You're sick, Vlad."

His head shook again, "No. I am not."

"Then what made you throw up? I doubt the bag rejection is that a big of rejection."

I knew he was stronger than that to accept a no. I grew up with fighting against him for so long and here I am, helping him to get better. I set the tray on his lap and his blue sapphire eyes bored at my eyes.

"I'm pregnant." He declared.

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