AN: Woo! I get one whole day of relaxation at home before going off somewhere else! In light of this awesomeness, you guys get a new chapter! Also, it will be revealed later in the story, but it's not particularly important, if you want to know what Bretaroj means, I'll tell you this. It's a word in Esperanto. Hope you enjoy! Remember, reviews make me smile!

Disclaimer: No matter how much I wis-… want it to be true, I do not own Danny Phantom.

Recap: GW was nice and gave Danny some food to keep his energy up and keep studying. Danny's been using the library as his favorite study place for a while, now. Sam and Tucker, being teenagers, suggested that maybe studying wasn't all he was doing, whereas Danny was clueless.

Despite the librarian's instructions yesterday, Danny grabbed his backpack at half past noon. He lingered in his kitchen, considering trying to find something that was edible, and that wouldn't attack him. He sighed, shrugging. Those types of food were few and far between in his kitchen. Opening the basement door, the temperature dropped as the ambient energy from the ghostly inventions leaked into the kitchen. Used to the chill the basement gave off, he walked down, opening the portal. He knew no one would bother him because Jazz was looking at colleges, and Lancer had called his parents to the school. On a Sunday. He wasn't anticipating that particular conversation.

White rings formed, wrapping around him until Danny Fenton was gone, and in his place was Danny Phantom. He flew through the portal, and followed the familiar route to the Ghost Zone library. He entered the building, and immediately flew to where he always sat. Hearing the quill sound, he smiled and nodded. He got out his English textbook and began trying to correct grammar phrases.

Ghost Writer heard a writing sound in his head, and he nodded, flying to the far corner of his library. He put his key in the lock of an unassuming door, and stepped in, closing it behind him. He looked at the -currently- five walls, each with a name at the top. Andrew 'Ghost Writer' Riter, Sydney Poindexter, Sarah Marie 'Inkling', Box Ghost, Danny 'Phantom' Fenton.

He took note that on the wall with Danny's name, the word 'Welcome' was written. The ghost turned his attention to the wall with his name on it, and read, 'I wanted to inform you that Phantom is here.'

He spoke aloud, "Yes, I see that. Thank you, Bretaroj." He turned back to the door, but upon hearing the writing sound, looked back at the wall. He watched as words appeared slowly, as though they were being written with care.

Once the sound ceased, the wall read, 'You wish to befriend the child?' He thought about it. His lair posed a good question. Did he want companionship from the young halfa? Why was it he was being so nice to Phantom?

He shook his head, "No, I do not. I simply want to help him. It's really not smart of him to be this unhealthy." That said, he turned and left the room. Every lair was like that. It was able to make a noise in ghosts' minds, and the owner of the lair could see what the lair was saying by entering a room like this. The amount of walls and names on the wall would change with each person that came or left. Only the owner of the lair, and their ghostly mate, had the key to the room,

A few minutes later, Danny looked up from his books at the sound of the quill again. He still didn't know what it was, but he liked it. It always made him feel welcome to the library. He saw Writer walking towards him holding a sandwich, with two cups floating next to him. Danny groaned. He had hoped the author would forget about that. "You know, you're practically starving yourself at this rate."

The halfa glared, "I eat at school, I don't need you trying to help."

He winced when the ghost glared in return and said, "You're right, I don't have to do this. So I kindly suggest you shut up and eat."

He hesitated, before asking, "What... uh... kinda sandwich is that?"

Ghost Writer smiled pleasantly, before sitting across from the boy and handing the sandwich to him, along with one of the cups, keeping one for himself. "Just a simple cheese sandwich. And because I am so charitable, I also got you a cup of coffee. Clockwork knows how often I need it."

Danny snickered at the mention of the time ghost, but otherwise remained silent. He examined the sandwich in his hand, turning it every which way for signs that it wasn't safe or edible. Deeming it safe for halfa consumption, he slowly took a bite. Chewing it slowly, and not finding anything out of the ordinary, he began to eat the rest. Having only crumbs left on his textbook, he brushed them off, and smiled at Ghost Writer. He supposed it was pretty cool to have given him some food. The boy smiled gratefully, "Thanks. For the sandwich."

The ghost nodded, "You're welcome."

Danny took a sip of the coffee, and made a face. He pushed it away, grimacing, "Sorry, it's not bad, just... I normally have my coffee with milk, or preferably chocolate creamer. The sugar barely makes it bearable. How can you drink it like that?"

"Years of practice. Not only am I a writer, but I was also once a college student. You learn to live with what you can get." A silence fell upon the two, broken only by Danny flipping the pages of his books. Writer glanced at the words, and asked, "What subjects are you always studying, anyhow?"

Danny looked up at him warily. Where had that come from? "...Today, it's English. Why?"

"Today? Does that mean you study different subjects on different days?" He gazed at the white-haired teen, "I ask because it seems you spend all your time studying, whereas I thought you would be determined to find your missing book."

The hero sighed, "As much as I'd like to, my grades are important. On Friday, Lancer told me that while summer school won't be required for me, he 'strongly suggests I take it,' and I'm probably going to... Why am I telling you? You're all about books and learning, you'll probably laugh, or something." He sighed, slumping back in his chair.

"On the contrary," he hummed, "I am considering offering my... services." Danny gave him a hopeful look, and he continued. "Well, as you said, I very much value learning, so if you having a tutor will help you do so, then, why not? It can be a learning experience for both of us."

The teen thought this over, and grinned, "Yeah, that... that sounds like an awesome idea. Thanks. But why are you being so nice to me, anyway?"

He shrugged, "If you can find it in yourself to not only forgive the ghosts you regularly fight, but to also help them, I can do the same." He chuckled, "I suppose this means I'll have to get some chocolate creamer, if this is going to be a daily occurrence."

This confused him, "Wait, what?"

"I won't stand for you falling asleep during my lessons, and since I don't see you as much of a fan of tea-"

"Writer!" He was cut off by a ruffled Inkling flying up to their table, face stuck in a pout, "I've checked everywhere, and I can't find it, and I'm pretty sure your lair is teasing me!"

This didn't seem to worry him in the slightest, "Perhaps it's been placed somewhere you already looked, or you skipped over it."

She groaned, but didn't get to respond, since Danny had turned to Ghost Writer and asked, "What does she mean your lair is teasing her?"

He replied bemusedly, "All lairs can communicate with ghosts, Phantom." He said it as though it were obvious, but he continued, "Bretaroj, my lair, is conscious and aware. Haven't you ever heard a sort of writing sound in your head that seemed to come from nowhere, or maybe something moving without a ghost moving it?"

Danny thought about the writing he constantly heard, and how the door closed the time he had come after he lost his book. This seemed to fit the description, and he nodded. "That would be my lair, Bretaroj, communicating with-" He interrupted himself with a frown, and looked up at the ceiling, "Oh? Then what would you call it?" He sighed, "Fine, Bretaroj was 'conversing' with you. Is that better?" He huffed, looking back at Danny. "Any other questions?"

Danny shook his head. Inkling grinned at him, finding a break in the conversation, "Hi, Danny Phantom! I didn't notice you there until Writer said something!"

He shifted in his seat, "Uh, hi, Inky. And please, call me Danny."

Her smile grew wider, "Okay, Danny." She looked down at the books on the table, and immediately took a step back, "Oh no... is Writer teaching you?! Man, I'm sorry! He's super strict, and boring."

Ghost Writer opened his mouth to protest, but closed it when Danny chuckled, "That's a good thing. If he wasn't, I'd probably goof around. As it is, the only way I don't is when - uh, Bretaroj, right? - yells at me for not working." He put his hands flat on the table, "As much as I'd love for our first tutoring thing to start," Danny rolled his eyes, "I'm going to try looking for my book. See ya!" His legs transformed into his ghostly tail as he flew off to the math section.

Inky turned to Ghost Writer, "Are you two, like, friends, or something?"

He vehemently shook his head, "No, no, I'm simply helping him with his school work. Nothing more, nothing less." Although, something in him was interested by the ghost boy. One must wonder what it is like to be living and dead at the same time.

They sat in silence for a couple seconds, until Inky asked suddenly, "Jacob?"

"You'll never find out, Inkling."

"Darnit!"