Kim woke up at 6:30 in a slumpish mood. Last night had been a bust. She's stayed out until 2 in the morning looking for the damn ghost kid, and found absolutely nothing. Had someone warned him of her arrival or something? Where had he been? Was he just not feeling up to it? It was super strange.

She threw her warm covers off, which was when she realized how tired she was. Sleeping for only four hours a night wasn't helping her, but it was Friday, so she'd have the weekend to recover.

It was Friday! She was spending the night at Sam's tonight. She immediately forgot about her tired state, and jumped out if bed to begin her morning routine.

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Danny's eyes slowly blinked open as the morning sun greeted him. As his eyes adjusted to his well-lit room, he removed his warm covers, and slowly rose from his bed. In his flannel pajama pants, he stumbled to his dresser to snag a pair of light blue jeans from the bottom drawer, and walked over to the closet to obtain a white and red t-shirt. He pulled both on, along with his white socks, and finally lacing up his red converses. He traced his way to the bathroom, and gave his hair a good flip before splashing his face with cold water to give him that final shock to really wake him up.

Wiping his face dry, he brushed his now wet bangs from his face, and shut his bedroom door behind him, as he headed to the kitchen.

It was seven o'clock. The morning had gone smoothly so far, so Danny was hoping he would be able to actually eat breakfast, and be able to leave his house at a reasonable hour.

"Danny!" Danny heard his name being called by that familiar voice, and immediately cringed. He reluctantly turned around in the hallway, and greeted the orange jump-suited man standing before him. "Yea Dad?"

"Remember how you told me you've always wanted to be a ghost hunter? Just like your old man!"

"Er – no," he replied, not remembering a time it had come up.

"Well now you can. Even your underdeveloped mind can figure this contraption out! It's so incredibly simple! You just point and push," Jack Fenton explained demonstrating his new toy. A large antenna emerged from the chrome casing.

"Then you can trace any ghost anywhere with the simple click of the exact same button," he continued, and again pressed the small green button. The machine began to beep loudly, slowly at first, but the distinct sounds soon formed into one long beep, indicating what Danny knew before an explanation.

"Well it's supposed to get faster the closer you are to ghost – like hot and cold. It doesn't appear to be working, though…" Jack hit the device against his forearm a few times, and re-extended his arm, but the machine appeared to be fried. It was giving off an odd black smoke, and began to smell of putrid, rotten eggs. What gave it this odd scent, Danny didn't want to know.

"That's funny…" Jack muttered before walking away, and heading back to the lab to see what was wrong with it. Danny sighed. He had to add that invention to the countless other dreams of his parents' he had broken unknowingly with his ghost powers. He began walking to the kitchen again, and tried to forget his father's broken face imprinted in his mind.

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Kim raced to school. She lacked no verve as she dodged everyday obstacles like fire hydrants and such. She couldn't wait to get to school and see her friends. Her friends! She was going to Sam's house tonight for their sleep over, and she couldn't wait! Kim had finally grown onto Sam after a week of sitting with her at lunch, and tonight they were going to have the best of times. She wondered what was going to happen; she wanted to know what Sam had planned. Were the four of them going to hang out first? Were the boys going to spend the night? The questions seemed to pile up one after the other in Kim's excitement.

Finally she saw the Casper High sign in the distance, and immediately slowed her pace to a natural walk, not wanting to seem overly excited to her peers.

…

"Hey there," Kim greeted once the long school day had come to an end. She walked up to her three friends – Sam, Tucker, and Danny – and smiled widely. "Excited for the weekend?" she asked, knowing she was.

"Totally!" "Really need this break…" Tucker and Danny returned. Sam only grunted her feelings of the weekend, and had just closed her locker. It was then that Tucker stomped on her foot, urging her to talk to Kim. It didn't hurt. Her heavy combat boots were safe from his feeble tennis shoes, but she was still angry at him trying. She did still know why he had done it, so she put a fake smile on her face – which was totally against her nature – and turned to Kim. "Are you ready for tonight?"

Kim could hardly contain her excitement. "You bet!"

Kim awkwardly tugged onto the backpack that was falling off her shoulder, and waited for Sam's signal.

The pair of teenagers walked to the back parking lot, and Kim walked next to Sam. "So are you excited for tonight?" she smiled. Sam cleared her throat, and said, in a very bored manner that she didn't even try to hide, "Yep." Kim nodded, but said nothing else. Maybe tonight wasn't going to be so fun.

…

"So what's the plan?" the ginger girl asked excitedly once belted into the black car. Sam grimaced at her preppy tone, but tried not to show her annoyance. She was trying very hard to keep an open mind about this girl. Maybe they had just gotten off on the wrong foot…

"It's sorta up to you," the Goth replied, and switched the car into reverse, pulling out the parking spot. "There's not too much to do in this town. We could go mini golfing, bowling, or to an amusement park. What sounds best?"

Kim was terrified she was going to pick the wrong choice, even though the girl seemed impartial. "Er, mini golfing sounds fun."

Sam's knuckles tightened around the steering wheel. Wrong choice.

Nonetheless, Sam had agreed it was up to her, so she started heading towards the put-put course. She picked up her small flip-phone, and started dialing Danny's number. There was no way she was going to get through this "play date" alone.

"Hey what are you and Tucker doing?" Sam asked the ghost boy over the phone, knowing they would be together. She could almost hear him shrug. After a short silence, Sam smiled, and said, "Great! How would you like to go mini golfing with Kim and me?"

Danny knew very well how much the girl hated golf, so agreed to his and Tucker's presence, so Sam wouldn't hate the new girl forever.

As soon as Danny shut off his phone, he addressed his best friend's quizzical stare. "Guess what? We're going mini golfing!"

Tucker immediately understood, also knowing all too well that Sam hated golf. He didn't have time to dwell on that however, as he was greeted by a blinding light. When his eyes were able to open again, he saw the notorious ghost boy standing before him. "Who needs a car?" Danny joked, and grabbed his friend under arms, phasing them both through the roof of Tucker's house and out into the evening sky to get to the golf course.

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"How did you beat us here?" Kim asked as soon as she jumped out of the Hurst.

"Er, we were at Tucker's, who lives close by," Danny lied awkwardly. He had never been the best at that. Still Kim had appeared to buy it, so the topic was not delved into any further. Instead, the foursome obtained their clubs and began at the first hole.

The first one, starting off easy, was a straight line from the launch pad to the hole, about 2 yards apart. Tucker went first and, being the unathletic sort that he was, was only able to aim the ball a ways away from the hole, and was somehow able to make it in 6 shots. Sam decided to place her ball down next, and she was able to get it right on the edge of the hole. Infuriated, she tapped the ball into the hole, and grumpily picked it up. Danny went next. Kim noticed how, again, he was in between the other two friends. His ball was only a foot or so away, compared to an entire yard and right on the edge.

Kim's turn was next. Sam, Tucker, and Danny all waited at the end for her to go, so she placed her ball onto the mat. Aligning the putter with the ball, she reeled back, and hit the ball, making an odd pop! against the two instruments. Sam rolled her eyes, knowing quite well the girl had hit it much too hard. Then, to her, Danny, and Tucker's utter surprise, the ball rolled straight into the hole, and plumped inside.

Sam was entirely confused. She had hit that ball way too hard to get anywhere near the hole, let alone inside. The new girl had just defied every law of physics! The ball should have hopped over the hole from the momentum, not go into it!

Then again, perhaps she was being hard on the girl because she was competitive. She tried to let the cheating red head brush off her shoulder, but the same exact technique was performed at even the most elaborate of holes.

"Wow, Kim… Another hole-in-one," Danny congratulated, though a tad sarcastic as he marked the 10th hole-in-one in a row on the small score sheet. Her winning streak was getting to him, too. He was pulled out of his thoughts, however, when a heavy metal boot kicked him "lightly" to get his attention. "Ow!" he stage whispered so only Sam could hear. "What was that for?"

"You're not helping her are you?" Sam asked, accusingly.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, seriously not catching on.

"I mean, you're not assisting our little ginger friend in any way to help her get all these amazing hits are you?"

"No! I was just wondering that myself," Danny confessed. Sam seemed slightly unconvinced, but turned away anyway, leaving Danny pondering on this strange new girl he had befriended that he had seemed to know nothing about.

With all eighteen holes having been finished, Kim had, of course, happily come in first place, irking Sam, confusing Danny, and not even noticed by Tucker, who was too focused on which end of the putter to use to pay attention to Kim's winning streak.

Now that night had officially fallen, Danny and his friends decided to head back to Sam's – and this time, they would take the car, he smiled to himself as they walked into the parking lot of Amity Park's one and only put-put course. The drive was only twenty minutes, so Sam soon pulled in front of an ordinary looking block. The friends piled out, one after the other, and Kim awkwardly followed the others up the stairs of the house directly in front of Sam's car.

After a few clinks and twists of Sam's key, the door was unlocked, and the friends stepped inside.

Kim was not at all prepared for what was on the other side of the threshold.

Sam's living room was amazing. The ceiling was about 25 feet high with elegant wooden beams lining it horizontally. White walls worked their way up to the dark mahogany joists, and elaborate paintings were set around the entire room. The couch was ivory white, with large fluffy pillows accenting the color scheme. The dark hardwood floors matched that of the beams, and it was covered by an artistic white-set carpet with intricate designs of flowery spirals. A huge plasma TV screen occupied most of the farthest wall, which was the thing with the most color in the room. Small silver statues sat on basically every horizontal surface, and Kim felt her jaw drop. The threesome hardly seemed to notice the utter disbelief Kim was undergoing, and walked through like it was no big deal.

"What movie are you guys thinking?" Kim heard a distant voice ask followed by two murmurs as she was drinking in the sight of the massive room.

"Kim... Kim..." She hardly heard, but the sound of her name was enough to snap her out of her trance.

"Hm?" She asked, still observing every inch of the property.

It was Tucker who answered. "What movie do you want to see?" Finally, she seemed to exit her trance completely, and now her undivided attention was on her three friends.

"Anything's okay with me," she answered, and hesitated a bit before responding, "Actually I take that back; anything except a gooey chick flick."

All three old friend's mouths gaped open. Kim was confused. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked.

"Not at all!" A voice shouted, exclaimed. Kim turned to its source, as realized it was the purple-eyed girl in combat boots. The girl immediately grasped her hand, and tugged on her arm for Kim to follow her, seeming to forget her anger from losing the easiest game in the world. "God, I was so scared you were going to say... I don't know, Nicholas Sparks or something!"

Kim replied honestly, "Gross."

Sam laughed loudly, not being able to bear her excitement. Maybe she had misjudged this girl after all. She didn't seem so bad.

…

Sam led her three friends down the stairs into a seemingly normal basement. Both Tucker and Danny knew what to expect when Sam flicked the lights on, but poor Kim had no clue that the living room was just the beginning of this gigantic house.

Flick.

The lights suddenly beamed down on the group of teenagers, and Kim couldn't contain her awe. She felt her jaw drop to the floor at the sight of this miraculous room. Directly in front of them was a thirty foot long screen with red curtains draping its vertical sides. The red carpet matched the hue of the drapes, along with the walls. "Yea, it's a little much," Sam acknowledged before walking to grab the remote and plop on one of the couches that appeared soft and furry. Tucker jumped right next to her leaving the leather love seat for Kim and Danny. Great, thought, acknowledging the awkwardness as she sat down first, as close to the arm rest as possible. She noticed Danny do the same. They weren't really close enough to huddle together on a small couch the way her and Ron could without it being really weird.

"So, Kim, we've established no chick flicks. What do you like?" Sam asked as she scrolled down the genre menu on the mass screen.

Kim knew it before she saw the section. "Action."

Sam smiled, "Nice."

Sam continued to scroll down the movie list, and when the cursor of the select button hovered over the D section, Sam and Kim both shouted at the same time, "Die Hard!"

Kim looked at Sam awkwardly, a little embarrassed at their outburst, but Sam was proud of the ginger girl. "Die Hard it is!" Sam decided and clicked select. A blue loading bar appeared on the screen, and Sam placed the remote down, preparing to get comfortable.

For the next 200 minutes, the four friends huddled in Sam's dark movie theater, and watched as Bruce Willis went around blowing things up. When the credits finally showed on the screen, Sam flipped the lights back on with a button on the TV remote, and stretched. "I swear that movie gets better every time I see it," she said, cracking her back as her arms extended to the high ceiling. "It's about eight o'clock. What do you all want for dinner?"

"Pizza. Extra Meat-Lovers," Tucker said, not skipping a beat. Sam didn't even need to hear the type of pizza even though he said it to make sure. There was only one flavor in the Tucker Foley Cookbook. Sam reached for her phone, and pressed one button. Immediately, a click signaled someone had picked up on the first ring, so she didn't hesitate. "This is Sam Manson. I'd like to order one meat lovers, one cheese, and – you know – the usual." Kim could hear the murmur of the confirmation on the other side, to which Sam replied, "You're the best! And you know where to send it," and beeped off.

"What do you want to do while we wait for pizza?" Kim asked. Tucker turned around and smiled. "Wait? That's cute," and immediately a doorbell rang throughout the whole house, causing Sam to rush up to get it.

Danny felt his glottis muscle freeze. He felt like he could vomit icicles. He felt the small bundle of air roll up over his tongue, and observed the blue fog as it escaped just past his lips. Tucker watched as Danny's eyes widened in horror as he looked out the window at a green outlined figure flying in the sky. Even in the distance, Danny could tell it was Technus. Unfortunately, that could not wait.

"I'll be right back. I have to, er, bathroom…" Danny stuttered awkwardly and left to go to the bathroom. Tucker faintly noticed the blinding light under the door. Before he peered out the window at his best friend flying across the sky, so fast his white hair seemed plastered to head.

Kim looked out the window just in time to see him flying by. She kicked herself for not letting this slip by, but this was a mission and that means her sleep over would just have to wait. She causally picked up her phone, and put a believable surprised look on her face. "My aunt just called. She really needs my help with something. I have to go. Will you tell Sam I'll be right back?" Kim asked Tucker, walking towards the stairs.

"Tell me what?" a feminine deep voice called. Kim turned to Sam. Lying to her was going to be harder. Still, what other choice did she have, so she repeated what she had told Tucker, and Sam walked her out. "I'll be back as soon as I can!" she promised before breaking into a sprint.

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Danny felt the presence before he saw it. He was sitting on the exact same bench in the exact same park every night – this time looking for Technus, except this time he could he wasn't alone. In the shadow the lamp post was providing for him, he could see a figure, but he couldn't tell what it was. It sure didn't look human though…

He knew that if he turned around slowly, the creature would be able to tell, and run away… or worse, catch him by surprise. He had one shot at this and had to make it quick. Without a second thought, his neck twisted to the right, and he was staring face to face, at some kind of… person! It was a human. He couldn't tell its gender, but beneath the black ski mask, he was able to make out a peachy undertone, unlike the green one of a ghost.

They only stayed there for a few seconds, holding each other's gaze, glowing green eyes attempting to read sage green eyes. As Danny opened his mouth to speak, the wind was knocked out of him with a swift kick to his back, and he fell to the ground, the human stood over him, menacingly. Danny stuttered to find the right words. He wanted to know who this person was, and why they were attacking him – without the right gear at that! Didn't they know anything about ghost fighting?

"Wh-wh-who are you?" he finally managed.

The figure did not make any attempt to answer the question, but merely backed away, slowly and cautiously as Danny stood up. He advanced towards her, but she smartly evaded him.

"I don't want to hurt you!" Danny cried, exasperated.

The figure, again, made no sign of talking, but instead crescent-kicked the side of the ghost boy's head, knocking him to the ground for the second time.

As Danny struggled to get up, he panted, "Okay, never mind. I do." And he lunged for the body. The body that somehow managed to evade every contact he attempted to make. Danny's heavy breathing pulled back, and he knew that fist fights weren't cut out for half ghosts. He quickly shot a goopy wad of ectoplasm for his open palm, sending the figure reeling back, disgusted. Danny smirked, finally getting a good blow, and thought to himself, Girl. Definitely a girl, by the way she appeared utterly disgusted with herself. Danny readied himself for the second blow, and, opening his palm, was about to shoot the girl again. This time, however, she wouldn't be fooled. Danny hardly saw the figure move, but somehow it managed to clap one hand over his palm, and before Danny knew what was going on, he felt himself go up into the air, and collapse onto the ground. Damn that girl was strong. She just lifted him into a somersault in mid-air.

Now Danny wasn't playing around. Opening both palms and advancing towards her, he timed the blasts with every step he took. Step-BLAST. Step-BLAST. Step-BLAST. Over and over again, yet somehow she evaded every single one, doing elaborate flips and twirls to dodge them. She as so light on her feet; was it possible that he had miscalculated? Was this girl a ghost? If his opponent would talk, he could know for sure.

The girl finally met up with him in the middle of the playing field, and she stepped into the lamplight. If Danny was unsure of its gender before, he was certainly sure now. The girl wore a black crop top that seemed to be rather clingy.

The girl, noticing the ghost boy's gawking eyes, furrowed her brows in anger, and attacked further. Her fist tried to make first contact with his abdomen, but he smartly went intangible. The masked opponent peered around, unsure where the ghost had gone. It was then that Danny truly realized he was fighting a human – a human who could not turn intangible.

He smiled to himself as the girl staggered around, desperately throwing random punches into the air in a sad hope to hit the ghost. Danny then returned to his visible state behind the girl, and said, "I think you've," he began, noticing the girl jump with surprise at the sound of his voice coming from directly behind her. "Got a few things to learn about fighting ghosts." He ended his pun with a smirk, and deliberately shot a strike of ectoplasm to the girl's gut, making her keel over in pain. It was then that he delivered the final blow to the back of her knees, forcing her to fall down.

And out of the corner of Kim's eye, she saw the white-haired devil fly away into the night.

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