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It was extremely lucky that Jack Fenton did not notice that, as he turned, energetic, to go up the stairs, he swept the business end of the Fenton Ghost Catcher through his son. His son, being Danny Fenton, also known as Phantom, a ghost-human hybrid, was split in two by the net, and lay on the floor, shocked, for a good minute.

Why did these things always happen to him?

His human half abruptly burst into tears.

Phantom was up and at his (his own?) side in under a second, racking his brain for what he had been thinking of right before he went through the Ghost Catcher. When he (they?) had experimented with it before, his thoughts and intentions immediately before usually determined, or at least affected, the results. What would make his human half suddenly cry?

"What's wrong?" he asked, wincing as his voice echoed off the flat surfaces of the lab. That hurt his ears.

"They hate us so much," whispered the human. But then he sat up and dried his tears on his sleeves.

Oh, yes. That would have been on his (their?) mind, what with what Jack had been saying. Phantom, however, was ambivalent about the whole thing. Ugh. He hoped that he wasn't following the 'ghosts have no emotions' stereotype.

The thought lacked feeling, even indignation was absent. Great. He could barely muster annoyance.

Then Fenton started giggling. "Your face looks funny," he said, still whispering.

"It is your face, too, you know."

Fenton gasped, shock racing across his features. "You're right." Then, "Oh my gosh, I'm an emotional trainwreck. How are you not freaking out?"

"I don't think I can," said Phantom, standing. "Come on, we've got to go get the Ghost Catcher away from Dad."

"Wait," said Fenton, also standing, "your face-"

"What about my face?"

"You're bruised." Fenton reached out and up to touch Phantom.

Phantom jerked back, hissing at the pain the brief contact had brought him. Oh, that couldn't be good. Looked at his hands, and removed a glove before experimentally pressing down on his palm. He frowned when it, too, bruised.

"Oh," said his other half, immediately understanding the implication. "That's not good."

"No, it isn't. Let's hurry up and get that thing."

"Wh- Why don't you overshadow me?"

"Hm?"

"Overshadow me, and go invisibly through the ghost catcher? That, that should work, right? And that, that way, you won't, um..." He trailed off. "S-sorry! I'm sorry. It was a dumb idea, I shouldn't have said anything I-" He sniffled.

Phantom stared. How did he deal with this. "No... It's a good idea. Just, are you sure? The other time, I think we got really mad, or something, right?"

Fenton nodded. "Do it," he said.

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Danny flopped down on his bed, thoroughly exhausted, but in one piece. That had been interesting. Horrible, but interesting. He was still off balance from the experience of, once again, being split in two. It was interesting to know that one possible split was emotionally unstable Fenton and physically unstable Phantom. It was horrible to realize that the Ghost Catcher could render him almost completely useless.

He sighed. He wasn't in the mood to do his homework now.