*Hello my lovely Halfas! I know Ch. 8 took the longest to produce so I am going to start right away and work towards another one. I at first had absolutely no outline, but I found that it became increasingly more difficult to write without one ha. So I usually plan about five chapters ahead. I'm not sure how long this Fic of ours will be, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless. Without further ado…

Chapter 9

Sam and Tucker were now as warm as they were going to get. They were sitting around an actual fire now that had taken the greater part of the evening to create. The rest of the yetis stayed their distance, not exactly attracting to the warm flickering of the hot fire.

Now that they had a little bit of time to talk alone, Sam figured it was time to voice her concerns, about everything.

"Tuck, what if something's really wrong with Danny? And have you seen the way Frostbite looks when we bring him up?" The two teenagers were huddled together sitting on a snow bench.

"Dude, I'm sure he's fine. He's a ghost; he can handle himself in the Ghost Zone." Tucker said, keeping his hands in his pocket to shield them from the light breeze.

"Half ghost." Sam said softly.

"Yes, half ghost. And you saw how his powers…did whatever they did back at Skulker's. No worries, Sam. He'll be fine."

"Tucker! That's exactly what I'm worried about. Not only did he overexert himself, but every single thing in the room was reduced to literally nothing. Danny doesn't have that kind of power! And if he does, how do we know he can control! Has he always had it or is this something new? Tucker, are you even listening!"

"Yes, well after the first three minutes of your rant I started to drift but...Ow! You don't have to hit me!"

Sam got up out of aggravation after punching Tucker in his right arm. She began to pace around the fire. All of a sudden the shadow of a large creature began to creep up behind her.

A low voice began to speak. "Samantha, Tucker, are you worried about young Danny?" Frostbite asked, taking a seat on a snow chair across the fire from the two teenagers.

"Well, I'm not nearly as worried as much as Sam is." Tucker piped up.

"You should be." Frostbite voice resonated softly.

That made Sam stop in her tracks.

"What?" Sam asked, nearly yelling in panic.

"You might have noticed by now that your young ghost friend is experiencing…certain things. His power is exponentially growing if I'm not mistaken. He may be experiencing extreme fatigue? Maybe his powers are on the "fritz" as you kids say? Has he lost his powers at all?"

Each of these signs came in the form of a question from Frostbite. Tucker and Sam began to worry.

"Well…maybe a little?" Tucker said almost inaudibly.

"Has there been anything else? If not then this is only just the beginning and we can bring Danny here, to help."

The two teenagers stayed silent, both thinking of the exact same thing, the room of rubble.

Sam decided to mention it, unsure if she even had a voice anymore. "There was one…incident. We were fighting Skulker and Tucker and I were in trouble so Danny, well he saved us, but he…he seemed to use a lot of energy and he pretty much blasted the room and reduced it to nothing. And then he was out cold and then we were attacked again on our way home and that's how we got separated." At first she was stuttering and then she was talking so quickly that she hadn't even taken a breath.

The moment of silence from Frostbite was agonizing; each second lasting longer than the next, until Frostbite finally spoke.

"This is troubling." He said, focusing on each word as he breathed them.

"Why! What does this all mean?" Sam really was shouting now.

"Children," Frostbite began, "You both know that there are only two true Halfas in existence. It could be argued that one is on the side of 'good' and the other 'evil'." Sam sat back down next to Tucker, the two nodding at Frostbite to go on. "It wasn't always destined that this would be so. Although we all have free will to make our own choices, they all will lead back to where fate has foretold."

"Whoa whoa whoa. Are you trying to tell us that no matter what they choose to do, Vlad and Danny are either going to end up good or evil, even without their say?" Sam asked, trying to keep up with the information her brain was downloading.

"Fate is an extremely abstract concept to grasp. By nature, the ghost halves of Danny and Mr. Masters will take over altogether. It is as though the human and the ghost are competing for total control. By nature, ghosts aren't docile beings. There's a reason ghosts haunt and wreak havoc, because it's simply who they are."

Before he could go on, Sam interrupted him. "But Danny is also human! He's totally normal when he's…normal."

"That may be so for now, but within him, and maybe without his knowledge, his two halves are at constant battle. And if his ghost half takes control, he will become evil."

Both Tucker and Sam had their mouths dropped open, as if a ghostly wail may escape their lips if they were anything more than just human.

Tucker couldn't wrap his head around the fact that his best friend could turn out to be evil, after all the good he had done for Amity. And Sam struggled with the fact that Danny's two halves were competing and were bound to cause even more problems.

"I know it is a lot. But we are not helpless in this fight. We all must do our part to keep young Danny from the shadows of his future. It will benefit no ghost, human, or creature if Danny were to turn."

With the foreboding threat of Danny's future, Sam snapped out of her thoughts. "What can we do?"

"Danny is experiencing these struggles now for a reason. As a teenager, both his human and ghost halves are going through a type of growth spurt you could say. There has only been one ghost in all of existence that has overcome his ghost half and could teach Danny to do the same."

Tucker understood just a moment before Sam did. "No way! No. No way in the world are we doing that! Are you crazy!" He cried out, throwing his hands in the air.

Sam understood. "You want us to get Vlad to help Danny!? UH I think the ice has frozen your brain Frostbite! There are so many things wrong with that idea!"

"Now hold on a moment…" Before Frostbite could continue Sam interrupted him again.

"First off, what possible reasoning would Vlad have to actually help, not hurt, help Danny? What will keep him from killing Danny? Why should we have to go to him!? This can't possibly be the only way!" She roared at the beast sitting across from her, venom in her eyes.

Frostbite took a few moments to let Sam and Tucker cool down. He knew it was a lot to handle for the both of them, so much was at stake.

"Vlad is the only one who can help. You should see to it he does, or else I fear the worst, as should you." He said it with such finality that his remark made Sam and Tucker keep their questions to themselves.

"As the sun is to rise soon, I will leave you to sleep. I'll have Lance bring you what we have of warm materials, I would suggest coming into one of the caves when you are ready for there is less wind there."

And with that Frostbite got up and walked away. Tucker and Sam sat in silence until they decided that they should in fact get some rest, they could really use some sweet dreams right about now.

However, their dreams were anything but sweet.

Danny and Jazz's trip home was anything but quick. They were both exhausted by the time they flew back through the portal and into the basement. They had made it a point to grab some dinner and to let their parents at least see that their kids were home. However, this last part of the plan didn't go how they planned. Their parents had roped them into going on patrol for the entire evening.

As they drove down the streets of Amity in their decked out RV, Danny was struggling to keep his eyes open, although the sudden sharp turns his dad took while driving helped wake him up. "Dad… Isn't hunting ghosts dangerous?" Danny tried to think of any excuse to go back.

"Normally I would say yes son, but don't worry! I feel confident that your mother and I can protect you. And thanks to our little gadget around your waste, no ghost can touch ya!" Jack called back from the driver's seat.

Danny looked down at his waist, reminding himself of the Fenton Belt he was wearing that kept him from going ghost. He then looked over at Jazz who was holding on for dear life in the seat next to him. He practically begged her with his expression to try to get them out of this.

Understanding, Jazz tried her best. "Mom, even though it's the weekend, Danny and I do have a lot of homework!" She called up to her mom who was in the front passenger seat, holding a bazooka have way out the window.

"Now now Jazz! Your education is important but it can wait an hour or two. One day it'll be up to you two to protect Amity Park from ghosts." Their red-headed mom called back.

Both Danny and Jazz looked at the other and rolled their eyes, knowing full well that they had been protecting it way more than their parents.

It had been almost four hours since they returned from the Ghost Zone. Both of them had just wanted to come back quick and head back out. But now that they were home, they both wouldn't have minded a nap.

Their parents dragged them around town for another two hours. They had vaporized nothing more than the box ghost, twice. However the two 'children' as their parents put it, weren't allowed out of the assault vehicle.

Both Danny and Jazz dragged their feet into the house, exhausted.

"Ghost fighting really wore you two kids out didn't it?" Jack called, giving a hard slap to Danny's shoulder that was supposed to show affection.

The young boy had to grit his teeth to keep from calling out. Although Danny's shoulder was almost one-hundred percent healed from his fight with Ember, it still didn't feel great to be hit exactly where his injury used to be.

"Okay!" Jazz stepped in, putting her arm around Danny, her voice high with nervous laughter. "Us kids are just gonna walk on up to our rooms now to do some homework, probably won't be down for the rest of the night. Okay bye!" She called back as she and Danny rushed upstairs to Danny's room.

They both sat on his bed, barely keeping themselves in a seated position they were so tired.

"Maybe we go back tomorrow?" Danny offered, hoping to get a wonderful night's sleep.

"Deal. I was trying to get us home so we could go back out, but I need a good four hours of sleep at least. Good night little brother." Jazz slowly got up and walked on over to her room and lightly shut the door behind her.

Danny lay back on his bed; staring at the glow-in-the dark stars he had placed on his ceiling to resemble constellations. All he wanted was to be able to look up at those stars with Sam and Tucker at his side.

His eyelids began to droop as his body relaxed more and more. He was asleep almost instantly.

His dreams weren't vivid in the least, but something was trying to make way into the forefront of his mind. In his dream, Danny couldn't stop hearing a steady beeping sound. It was familiar but just allusive enough that he couldn't put his finger on what it was. Then the beeping would stop and his ghost self would start flying again and then the cycle would continue. He couldn't tell how long the dream had lasted but he knew that it had to be important.

Although neither of them would ever mention it to the other when they woke up, both Sam and Tucker had the same horrifying dream as each other. They saw a different time, which they hoped to never come true. They had dreamed of Danny, but not as himself. He was nowhere near the lovable and charming teenager that they knew and adored. He was evil, his soul as black as it could get. He dominated the world without even lifting a finger. He was in complete control over both the Earth and the Ghost Zone every creature feared him. They saw Danny vaporize and shred towns apart, just for the amusement of it. They saw him slaughter ghosts and humans alike as if they were one in the same. If they hadn't have been dreaming they would have vomited on the spot at seeing the decaying and smoldering bodies littering the earth's floor.

It was an unspeakable relief when the two had woken up, a cold sweat sending shivers down their spines, their eyes incapable of erasing what the future could be.

*I have so many ideas you can't even believe it! Please, please, please review! It literally means so much to me! More than it probably should but oh well! More to come. Things are only starting to get interesting!