Alright, guys. I got a super awesome review from jim89. Man, it may not have been a whole ton of letters, but it got me thinkin'. I'm gonna make this chapter in Dani's POV. It's gonna be epic. So I hope you enjoy, and I hope I don't try to rush too much. Just cause it leaves terrible chapters. Also, if I don't update in a while, It's because I want to try an' write a bunch of chapters so I you guys won't have to wait as long as a whole. I DON'T OWN DANNY PHANTOM.

I was pretty happy to get to play this game. I had no clue how we were going to pull it off and not get everyone killed, but Daddy said that was a grown-up's worry, and he would handle it. I'll admit; I'm only two. I like bright colors as much as dark ones because I feel I haven't seen enough to choose a favorite. I like pretending and dressing up, although I prefer the role as a knight to a princess. I like learning and making new friends.

And I love traveling.

It really is a passion of mine. I love going to different places, and learning and growing among different things. But I'm pretty sure I love Daddy more. And as much as I love being 12 on the outside, I love acting 'my age'.

I also love fighting.

Maybe it's wrong of me to love to learn from Frostbite, and Clockwork, and Daddy how to kick butt as much as I do. Maybe some would argue that it isn't right for a young lady to love the mud and ectoplasm as much as I do. But I'd have to argue back.

(I love doing that, too.)

The same way normal (girly) little girl would pretend to cook, and throw tea-parties for stuffed guests is the same for me as fighting. We're both just practicing, in a sense, for the future. Those normal little girls are going to be moms and be social no matter their age, I'm going to grow up and kick butt. I was given these gifts for a reason, Daddy told me once, and in using them how I want to is fulfilling that reason they were even given to me. And I want to fight.

This game, I'm pretty sure, has the same effect as fighting. Searching and chasing and catching.

Isn't that what a super hero is supposed to do?

It's kinda sad, that at two all of these things run through my head as I'm about to begin a game of hide'n'tag. I don't know how much I like it. But I do appreciate it- it justifies acting 'my age'.

We decided not to set up teams, since we weren't going to wander that far, anyway. I squinted my eyes shut, letting my ghost senses tell me when to take a few steps so I'd still be leading the group. As soon as I had counted twenty, I shot off, searching everywhere for anyone. It was far more thrilling that spending the night in Japan.

You kick a giant ghost lizard's butt once, and they treat ya like you're a monarch.

But technically, I guess I am now.

Tucker was easy to find. His yellow shirt and red beret against the black and neon green atmosphere, I wondered how my uncle hadn't already been killed by one of Daddy's enemies. Not to mention how slow and easy to tag he was. "Shoot! Guess ya found me, Sugar Skull." That's my special nickname to Daddy, Momma, and uncle T. "Get anyone else, yet?"

"Nope, I'm sure their loads better than you, though, Tuck."

He chuckled, and stole my read beanie. "I think you'd understand my problem if your shirt was yellow and you didn't have GPs." GPs are what we all call ghost powers when we're in our human form and around other people.

"I could run faster than you without 'em." I challenged. He chuckled again, and I smiled back. We began to look for Sam or Danny, whichever came our way first.

It so happened that Mom's combat boots, though increase her speed, make her easier to hear. And with ghostly hearing, I don't know how she could ever sneak up on Dad if she wanted to. Tucker and I chased her in circles for about five minutes when I finally decided that a ghostly jump would end the spiraling torture. We fell to the ground laughing, and Tuck tripped, falling on top of us. I smiled and we all rose to our feet. I was stopped short for a moment by a chuckle that didn't belong to myself, mom, or Tucker.

Danny.

I perked my ears, hoping he hadn't silenced himself completely, but it was too late. He was silent again. I widened my stance, hoping he'd breathe heavily or something...

Then I heard his distinguished breath, and ran towards where it came.

"Crap," I heard his voice, as he ran away, turning visible. I forced my bounds to be longer, but my ghostly speed took over. He flashed green eyes back at me, and increased his own speed to a ghostly pace.

This was no longer a friendly father-daughter game of tag.

This was a chase.

And he was the prey.

My own eyes flashed green, and I felt myself getting too warm for my comfort. I shook my head, and my beanie fell. I phased off my sweater, leaving only my white tank top and red shorts. I bound after him, and scanned every movement he made.

Finally his one step was shorter than the rest. He was low, after all. Distracted. Uneven- as in, his human half's energy was greater than his ghost half's energy, and even that was diminishing. I jumped, and tackled him to the ground, yelling, "You're it!"

His instincts kicked in again, and he rolled so, though I was on top, in a fight he'd have the upper hand. We locked eyes, and grinned cheekily at each other.

My dad was just a kid, too.

We were the best of friends.

We finally made our way back to Sam and Tucker, our scrapes from the chase already healed. Daddy kissed Mom's cheek lightly, "Our little girls got bite, Ammy."

Mom smiled at me and ruffled my hair, "And brains, that's for sure." I instinctively grabbed her hand that was on my head, and held it there. She used her free hand to pick me up. I let her hand off my head so she could hold me. Tucker smiled and ruffled my hair from my spot in Momma's arms.

"Whew..." I heard Daddy sigh. "I'm really low..."

"Gosh," Sam mumbled feeling his forehead, then moving her hand to cup his cheek. "Maybe we should run ahead and let you transform for a little while. Drink something..."

Daddy numbed this over for a moment, then sighed, "How about tonight? When everyone's asleep there's no chance that they'd see me."

"Alright." Mom smiled, and Tucker and I looked to each other.

"You want this to be like a date, or...?" Tucker asked, and Mom shrugged.

"I guess. I think everyone's pretty stressed, and a date would be nice." Daddy replied, smiling at her, and I stuck out my tongue.

Sam smirked and rolled her eyes and Tucker offered to take me. I gladly jumped into his arms.

Tucker was strong. Ghost fighting had made him that way, I guess. He can bench at least two-hundred, I know. Three-hundred if he really has to. But like my dad and mom, he has to keep his strength a secret in school. I always feel bad for him. If he flashes a bit of that muscle he hides under baggy clothes in front of the girls at school, I know he'd be in heaven! Maybe I'm being a bit biased, though. I am the daughter of his two best friends... That kinda makes me like his super best friend. Also probably the greatest niece-figure he'll ever have. We understand each other better than Daddy and I do sometimes.

But maybe that's cause daddy seems really confused by girls sometimes.

Tucker understands that I'm a kid before I'm a girl, or a 'tween' or even a supposed-to-be clone. And Tucker understands kids.

Yup. Tucker was the greatest uncle ever.

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