Danny dreamt of flying. He smiled at the feeling of being free, of having the wind against his face. He flew in a complicated pattern, ending in a freefall. At the last moment he pulled up. He had been so close to the ground that he could have brushed it with the back of his hand if he had wanted to.

He took to the sky again in a tight spiral, slowly coming to a stop and simply hanging there. The wind picked up, blowing his white hair everywhere. With another dazzling smile, he started all over again.

As he was coming back up, the wind died down. He blinked and slowly looked around. Everything seemed to stop in time.

Danny gasped as the familiar white ring appeared around his waist, separating into two rings and traveling in separate courses up and down his body.

"No! No! No!" the halfa yelled frantically, grabbing at thin air. The sky began laughing, mocking him, as he plummeted to the ground. Just as he was close enough to brush the ground with his hand, he woke.

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Danny's eyes snapped open. Breathing deeply, he scanned his surroundings. Sam stirred next to him, and he relaxed back into the couch, resting his cheek against the top of her head.

"Just a dream, it was just a dream…" he thought, forcing himself to relax. Sam wrapped her arms around him, unconsciously seeking comfort. Danny smiled, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb softly before closing his eyes and falling back asleep.

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Daylight came in a gust of warm wind and streaming sunlight. Everyone ignored its greeting until a decent hour, like noon, passed. Jazz stormed in at twelve thirty, stopping short when she saw that everyone was still sleeping. She smiled warmly at the sight of her little brother and Sam, and backed out, quietly shutting the door behind her.

"I'll give them another hour," she silently promised herself.

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Another hour blissfully passed by for the four teens. The sun was shining full force through the windows, and yet they, almost stubbornly, slept on. Jazz didn't return; she didn't have the heart to wake them by barging in. Instead, she lured them downstairs with the smells of cooking food.

"Bacon…" Tucker muttered in his sleep, furrowing his eyebrows. The gears in his sleepy mind groaned into life, and he opened his eyes. Sadly, his dream of meat hadn't come true.

The mountain of sweet meat had been right in front of him! Now, there was just a television set, and Alex sleeping on the floor. What was he doing there? Tucker left that question alone, and instead followed his nose to the smell of very-real meat. His foot must have fallen asleep, and he hopped on one foot down the stairs, wincing the entire time.

A reward came in the form of a hot breakfast. The food had already been set out; someone must have just put it together before leaving. Tucker never stopped to consider who had made the food, and focused on devouring his portion of the meal. Once he was finished, he leaned back with a sigh, smiling.

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Danny decided to give up. He couldn't take it any longer. It was simply too much to bear.

With a groan, he opened his eyes. The sun had been shining directly at his eyelids, almost burning through them it seemed, for at least twenty minutes. He raised a free hand to shield his eyes. It was at this moment that he realized just how the sun had been pestering him so. His head had been resting at an angle that allowed the strongest ray of light to attack him in the most vulnerable place on his face. With a blush he realized that he had been resting his head on Sam's head. The blush deepened when he realized that she had her arm's wrapped around him in sleep.

The halfa ran through his list of options:

He could wake Sam, which would only end in more embarrassment.

Or he could phase through the couch… and scare Sam at his sudden disappearance.

Danny decided to play it safe and be neutral. He did nothing. It's not like he was in any discomfort anyway. With another smile, he closed his eyes.

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Sam had awoken when she felt Danny's heart rate increase moments before. She opened her eyes lazily, instantly noting her position, with her arms around Danny's waist, and blushed lightly. She saw Alex open an eye coyly. When she saw the smirk play across his face, she had to hold herself back and resist throwing a pillow at him.

"Ah ha ha! Look at the lovebirds!" Tucker laughed from the doorway. Danny's blue eyes snapped open.

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Quickly denying the lovebird status, Danny and Sam jumped up from the couch. Alex stretched and rose from his makeshift pallet on the floor, grinning.

"Anyway, I thought I'd come up here and tell you guys that there's food downstairs," Tucker laughed, pointing down the stairs.

"You made some food?" Danny asked, slightly unnerved at the though of his friend getting up and making a meal for everyone else in someone else's house. Tucker shook his head,

"I don't know who made it; the whole house seems to be empty."

"It was probably Jazz. I think my parents are still asleep, because if they were up, we'd know. She's probably out at the library or something."

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"It's great that your sister put all of this together, Danny." Alex said through a mouthful of eggs. "I don't know about the three of you, but I'm not the best cook."

Danny smiled before quietly returning to his food, however small of an amount it was. Tucker silently protested by dumping more food onto his plate. Sam glanced at the small digital clock set into the microwave. It was almost two in the afternoon.

"The ghost camp is tomorrow Danny; shouldn't your parents be setting up for it or something?" The absence of the Fenton's was unsettling. Danny slipped away to the lab. The room had been cleaned up, and all the Fenton weapons were on display. To the left side was a small table with empty glass bowls for snacks. Lined up against the right wall were boards describing the danger levels of ghosts, and their fighting styles. He cringed when he saw the photo of his ghostly half on one of the boards titled "High level, dangerous."

The ghost portal, the machine that started it all, was in plain sight. No one had thought of blocking it. Did anyone understand just how dangerous the portal was? The halfa turned on his heel and marched back to the stairs. Before he could begin climbing back up the stairs, his eyes gained the attention of a vaguely familiar green costume. He snatched it up without a second thought.

"They already set up." Danny announced. Alex pointed to the costume in the halfa's hands.

"What's that for?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. Danny explained the theory that his parents were going to ask him or his sister to dress up as a ghost for the little ghost campers. Alex cocked his head. "So what; are you that eager to pretend to be a ghost?"

"I don't really have to pretend," Danny said, making his eyes glow green for a moment, "I just thought that you, being Mr. Bond and all, could think of something to do with it."

"Just because I may have some connection to MI6 doesn't mean that I am a spy-"

"Alex, we don't have time for secrets anymore. Yassen pretty much told it all." Sam cut in. Danny nodded slowly, and Alex crossed his arms in annoyance before looking away. "Besides, Tucker and I told you Danny's story, it's only fair that you told your's." Sam added, sending an apologetic glance Danny's way. Alex bit his lip as he began to quickly go over his options.

Blunt will probably fire me if I tell… Scratch that, he'd never do that; he'd just blackmail me or something. Whatever.

"I've been working as a spy for a few months. First mission involved the Stormbreaker computers. My uncle had been on that mission, but was killed before he could finish. I had been living with him and Jack for most of my life because my parents died when I was very little. My dad was a spy too. Ian, my uncle, had been training me since I was a kid to become a spy. I never realized any of this; I thought that he worked for a bank." He said in a monotone voice, pausing at the end to let his words sink in. Danny's eyes widened when he mentioned the bank, but chose to say nothing. Alex sighed and continued,

"Blunt sort of blackmailed me into doing the first mission, and the other ones after that. Most of the guys that I'm up against don't expect a teen to be a spy, so you'd think it'd work out. It does, for the most part, until they figure out who I am. Most kids would love to be a spy. I think it's terrible. I've already had more near death experiences than I'd ever want. I'm falling behind in school, and most of my friends back home are avoiding me because I have to pretend that I've been horribly ill when I've actually been on a mission."

Alex became silent, shrugging his shoulders to show that that was all he had to say. His small audience was slack jawed.

"So, you really are a spy?" Tucker finally said, breaking the silence. Alex nodded. "It's really not as cool as it seems, Tucker."

"But the Stormbreaker computers, when that guy was about to turn all of the computers on and that kid stopped him by crashing through the roof-"

"That was me."

"Woah."

"No, not 'woah' Tucker. I've been shot before and almost died just for going back from switching sides! Not that it really matters, but Yassen was shot because he refused to kill kids!" Alex snapped. He suddenly pulled the collar of his shirt down, revealing his bullet wound. The trio across from him went pale. Alex sank back into his chair, though he had no memory of rising from it.

"I'm sorry. It's just really… hard. Not being able to just be a normal teen and everything."

"It's cool, Alex, we understand." Sam said, offering a small smile. Danny mirrored the action.

"Hey, I'm half ghost, and my parents are always hunting my other half and stuff. We're used to living weird lives."

Alex sighed. Something inside his chest loosened, and he felt a part of him that had been tense for months finally breathe again. He felt like he could actually talk to people, without the MI6 coming in to hush everything up. He could act normally around people for whom he could actually consider to be friends.

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