#gosh i hope that when i have this garden and house i know what my one friends stomach can handle

[moonstruckme]

Hello hello!! Was wondering if you’d be interested in writing a fic where r loves to cuddle and play around w Sirius in his animagus form, but perhaps he gets a bit too excited and scratches or shoves her too hard? Thought this could turn out super cute 🤭 thank you!

This was so fun, thanks for requesting lovely! I did it with whimsical reader, hope that's okay <3

Sirius Black x whimsical!reader ♡ 1.2k words

When you get home, your dog is waiting for you on the porch. 

“Hi, puppy!” Your delight is obvious in your voice, and he grins at you (can dogs grin? You’re not sure, but this one does) as he bounds down the couple of steps to meet you halfway. 

Your fingers find the spot between his shoulders automatically. His tail starts wagging, snout resting against your forearm almost affectionately. For the past few days, you’ve come home to find this strange dog by your house, seemingly awaiting your arrival, with no collar or caretakers in sight. You’d be worried for him if he didn’t seem so well cared for. His black coat is always shiny and clean, and he doesn’t look underfed like you might expect a stray to be. For only having known each other a few days, you’ve become fast friends. 

“Puppy puppy puppy,” you murmur contentedly, using both hands to scratch behind his ears and all down his back. The dog reacts with a pleased sort of complacence, as though this is the sort of treatment he knows he deserves. It reminds you of something you can’t place. “How was your day? Are you hungry at all?”

Hungry must be a word he knows, because the dog perks up, licking your hand eagerly. 

You beam at him. “Yeah? I have some chicken in the fridge, would you like that?” 

This time, he gives a short bark. 

“Okay, let’s go.” You walk towards the door, patting your thigh for him to follow. “Gosh, you’re just the handsomest boy I’ve ever met. Don’t tell my boyfriend I said that, though. Maybe don’t tell him I’m letting you inside either.” Sirius is a bit odd about having animals in your home; that one time you brought in a snake you found in your garden, his face had gone so white you worried he was going to fall over and hurt himself. 

Your new friend follows you inside and into the kitchen without so much as glancing around, like in your home is somewhere he’s supposed to be. If you get any more attached to him, that might be a case you have to make to Sirius at some point. A dog this lovely just should not be forced to stay outdoors when he’s so comfortable in here. He’s clearly a kindred spirit. 

“All right.” You fish out a skinny piece of chicken from last night’s leftovers, holding it out to him. You plan to lower it close to his mouth, but the dog jumps up, snatching it from your fingers with a click of his teeth. “Oh!” you startle. “Um, good boy.” 

He gives you another one of his signature canine grins, wagging his tail for more. You give him a few more pieces before you cut him off, but the dog seems just as happy being pet, soaking up your praises and rolling over to encourage you to rub his belly. 

“Oh, you’re so sweet, you’re my handsomest boy, aren’t you?” you coo as his back leg kicks excitedly. “Are you the best boy in the whole world, my sweet baby? Okay, fine, one more bite of chicken.” 

You stand up to retrieve it, and the dog rolls over, jumping up to meet you. You squeal as he licks your face, but then his paw slips, short claw marking a harsh line down your collar and chest. He whimpers softly when you flinch, dropping back to the ground remorsefully. 

“Sorry.” You’re not sure what you’re apologizing for, but you extend the piece of chicken as a peace offering. 

The dog tucks his tail between his legs. 

“It’s okay.” You crouch in front of him, still holding out the chicken. “It was an accident. It didn’t even hurt.” 

You could swear that was apology in the dog’s big black eyes as he takes a step toward you. He takes the chicken gently between his teeth, munching on that before licking your hand. 

You smile at him, but when you reach for his head to scratch his ears, he turns and trots out of the room. 

“Hey!” You stand up, watching as he goes right out the open front door, disappearing from sight. You give a weak whistle. “Come here, puppy, it’s okay!” 

The dog doesn’t come back. You sigh, confused and a tad hurt, but put the chicken away and close the fridge. You shut the front door, too, but no sooner do you do that than you hear a key in the lock, and then your boyfriend is pushing it back open. 

“Hi!” Your mood is immediately righted, a light sort of contentedness inflating in your chest. 

“Hey, sweetness.” Sirius runs a hand through his hair, oddly ruffled from a wind you must not have noticed outside. He starts for you, but then his eyes drop to your chest. “What happened there?” 

“Oh, it’s nothing.” You wave a hand, but Sirius’ eyes are sad as he comes closer. The scratch is shallow, not even really bleeding, but from the delicate way he touches your shoulder you’d think you’d been stabbed through with a broadsword. “I was playing with a dog—outside, playing with him—and he jumped on me.” 

Your boyfriend’s eyes flicker up to yours at the fib, something that could be amusement or knowing or both in them, but you tell yourself it couldn’t be either. Then it passes, and his mouth purses sorrily. “Oh, no,” he says, thumb sweeping over your shoulder sympathetically. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. It just stings, a little.” 

He pouts. “We should probably clean it so it doesn’t get infected. That dog really got you, huh?” 

“I think he felt bad afterward,” you say, letting him pull you towards the bathroom. “It was an accident, he just got excited.” 

Sirius nods ardently. “Can hardly blame him for that. Who wouldn’t get a little overexcited, with the world’s prettiest girl paying them attention?” 

You smile at him, and he slides a hand along your jaw, kissing you. “Still can’t believe the fucker hurt you, though.” 

“Oh, don’t be mean. He’s really a very good dog.” 

“I’m not doubting that, babe. Even good dogs can slip up sometimes.” 

“Yeah?” You tilt your head at him as he smears ointment on your scratch. “I didn’t think you were a dog person.” 

Sirius gives a sharp bark of laughter that turns into a cough. “No?” 

“Not really, no.” 

“Well, I am.” 

“Hm.” You think on this, pondering how you might convince him to let your new friend stay with you (if that happens, you’ll have to actually give the dog a name) while he stretches a thin bandage over your scratch. In your experience, if you ask really very nicely, Sirius tends to be amenable to most things you want. 

“There.” He presses a gentle kiss over the top edge of the bandage. “Like it never happened.” 

You smile and reach for him, letting a piece of silken hair run through your fingers. “Thanks for patching me up, Siri.” 

He grins. “Course, lovely girl. Anything else you’d like to call me?” 

You tilt your head, feeling your brows furrow bemusedly. “Honey?” 

Sirius frowns. He turns and goes from the room, muttering something that sounds like, “...called me nicer things when I was a dog.” 

“What?” you call after him. 

“Nothing, sweetness!”

[deliciousangelfestival]

The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 4

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Bucky was speechless after you kissed his hand, even though it was through the leather gloves.

You let go of his hand. "Was that too much? Sorry, I’m just overwhelmed by the offer you gave."

“I take that as a yes?” Bucky asked, still processing.

“Well yeah, didn’t I seal it by kissing your hand? I thought it was clear.” You smiled, a hint of playfulness in your eyes.

Bucky chuckled softly. "That's a new way to accept an offer, but joke aside, I’m grateful you accepted."

You lowered your guard, leaning back slightly. "So what happens next? I have to say, I won’t do anything that makes me a homewrecker."

“Oh gosh, nothing like that,” Bucky reassured you, his tone earnest.

“That’s a relief.” You let out a breath, feeling more at ease.

Suddenly, Bucky's phone rang. He picked it up and saw the caller ID: "Victoria." He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to talk to her at this moment. However, he didn't want to ignore the call either, as his fiancée would quickly learn that he had no feelings for her.

He excused himself to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, my fiancé. I apologize for bothering you, but I heard something that doesn't sit quite right with me. I heard that you are with my older sister?" Victoria asked, her voice calm and cheerful, though her perfectly manicured fingers were crumpling a few papers nervously on the other end.

Bucky felt like he had just been caught cheating. "I am. I have something to discuss with her because of what happened last night."

"Oh, I see. Alright, I won’t bother you. See you soon." Victoria ended the call, smirking as she looked at her phone. She knew Bucky's reputation—quiet and calm but ruthless if disrespected. She remembered how you embarrassed him last night and thought perhaps he was giving you a warning.

Victoria felt a tickle of satisfaction, believing Bucky understood her without her needing to lift a finger. She felt lucky to have him as her fiancé.

Bucky, not entirely sure what had just transpired, felt relieved that Victoria didn't seem suspicious and quickly ended the call.

He returned to you and saw you chatting with the waitress and his secretary. In seconds, you had already become close to new people.

Unlike you, Bucky’s circle of friends all had to undergo background checks before he could trust them.

"Let’s talk in the car. I’ll drop you off," Bucky suggested.

"Sure," you agreed, thinking this would save you transportation money.

Inside the luxurious car, you felt like you were being enveloped by the comfortable seat. Even if you worked for 20 years on your teacher’s salary, you wouldn’t be able to afford this car.

Bucky wore his reading glasses and read a document. He spoke to you without lifting his head. "Tomorrow, after your school is over, I’ll pick you up, and we'll meet my psychiatrist."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Bucky explained, "He knows my condition, and I hope bringing you to meet him will help us find a solution." His voice sounded serious, a little desperate.

"Have you had this disorder since you were little?" you asked.

He flinched, his hand stopping mid-motion as he was about to flip the paper. "It started when I was 12 years old," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

His expression turned grieving. You knew this was the moment to stop asking questions; after all, you’d just met him for the second time. There’s a limit to how personal you can get with someone you barely know.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

The car stopped in front of a small house. It looked old but cozy, especially the garden with its many flowers. Bucky wondered if it was you who took care of all the roses.

You rolled your eyes, "It was my grandma who has the green thumb."

Bucky glanced at the flowers. "Pretty. I’m grateful for your cooperation, but I hope none of this gets leaked to outsiders."

So he was giving you a warning. You made a gesture of zipping your lips. "My lips are sealed." Then you closed the car door and headed to your house.

After he saw you enter the house, he told his driver to start the car.

You watched the car drive away from behind the curtain.

"Is that your boyfriend, my Ophelia?" The cheerful voice of an older woman startled you. You jumped, turning to see your grandma, Cassandra, standing beside you.

She smiled at you, happiness evident in her eyes, but you couldn't share her joy. To your grandmother, you were her daughter, Ophelia, your mother, who had passed away years ago.

Life had been cruel to her, taking away her only daughter, her son-in-law ignored her, and her business at the same time, which took a significant toll on her. The final blow was dementia.

She didn’t remember you at all. At 70 years old, her mind had regressed to when she was 40. Because of the striking resemblance between you and your mother, she thought you were Ophelia.

You sighed and put on a smile for her. "No, he's just a friend."

Cassandra giggled. "Really? Your father will be jealous when he hears this. Uhuk... uhuk..." She started coughing. You bring her to sit on her chair.

Your heart clenched each time you heard your grandma cough. It was getting worse.

She needed surgery, but you didn't have the money.

Having a rich father like Jonathan was useless because you didn't have access to your money. The reason was clear: Genevieve and Victoria.

She really hated you and wanted you to starve to death.

You quickly put a blanket on Cassandra lap and turned on the air humidifier to help ease her cough.

As you added the eucalyptus and lemongrass essential oil into the humidifier, your eyes caught the family photo on the wall. It was a picture of your family—your dad, your mom, and your grandparents—standing in front of your childhood home. Everyone was gathered to celebrate your birthday. But now, it was all just a memory.

You clenched your fist, feeling a surge of determination. Soon, you would get what was supposed to be yours.

💋💋💋💋

The next day after school, you went with Bucky to see the psychiatrist. But before that, the school was in an uproar because of the clothes you were wearing. You, who always dressed like a vampire hunter in jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt, and a black jacket, were now wearing a casual outfit with a vintage aesthetic.

You wore a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted plaid skirt paired with brown loafers and a light brown blazer with elbow patches. Your hair was styled in soft waves, and you carried a small leather satchel. The change in your appearance left everyone talking.

Jimmy couldn’t believe you were the same teacher who always yelled at him. “Who are you?”

You replied with a smirk, “Your worst nightmare.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Despite your elegant outfit, you still commanded authority.

Bucky also noticed the change in your appearance. “You look different.”

You explained, “I don’t want your psychiatrist to think that I could be a bad influence on you.”

“Fair point,” he nodded in agreement.

After a while, both of you arrived at the destination, a fancy clinic. The receptionist, already accustomed to Bucky's appointments, greeted him warmly. “He’s waiting for you.”

Bucky led you to the room, which was bright and comfortable, conducive to a relaxed atmosphere. The walls were painted in calming colors and adorned with abstract art, and the furniture was modern yet inviting.

There was already someone sitting in the chair, holding a pen and a writing board. It was Dr. Javier, who had known Bucky for a long time.

Javier waited until both Bucky and you were seated. "You told me that you had a breakthrough. Is it her?" he inquired.

Bucky nodded, taking off his leather gloves and putting on a pulse oximeter on his finger. He then reached for your hand, and you placed yours in his.

Javier widened his eyes and adjusted his glasses. Bucky showed no signs of panic attacks, and his pulse appeared normal. "Wow. Incredible. How long has this been happening?" Javier asked.

Bucky replied, "Three days."

"After you touched her, you mentioned trying to shake somebody else's hand. Did the panic attacks suddenly reappear then?" Javier inquired further.

Bucky confirmed, "Yes."

Javier wondered what made you so special. Suddenly, he moved closer to you without warning.

You exclaimed, "What the-?"

“Interesting,” Javier nodded. “I can think of one reason: your body fragrance.”

You were taken aback. Did you really smell bad? You started sniffing your clothes. They were still new; you had only worn them three times, and they had been dry cleaned.

Then you remembered, “I am surrounded by buckets of sweat and cigarettes.”

Being around students who smoked and sweated a lot due to their frequent sports activities made you open all the classroom windows to get rid of the smell.

Bucky found it difficult to accept that his disorder could be triggered by your body odor.

Javier felt as though four eyes were judging him. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Your case is one of a kind, Bucky. Perhaps her scent doesn’t trigger your trauma—” He didn’t continue when he felt someone glaring at him.

Trauma? Bucky’s trauma? You wondered what Javier meant.

Bucky crossed his arms and changed the subject. “So the solution to my disorder is the smell of a locker room?”

Javier raised both arms, trying to calm down his patient's anger. “I’m not saying it’s the solution, but it could be.”

Bucky sighed heavily. What kind of nonsense was this? But the way he met you was also out of the blue. His life is full of surprises now.

Author Note: Poor Cassandra. 🥺 Also the reader is a non-smoker.

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[gt-abby]

Secret Santa!!

Okay so, I participated in the secret Santa that @gt-jar made, and who did I get as a giftee? none other than @sheena-yuet ! gosh, I didn't know how to even start, as they're so very talented and I could never compare, but at any rate, I hope you like this:

I was told you like reunion stories, and since you love g\t I assumed you watched The Secret World of Arrietty (I apologize if you hadn't, but if you hadn't please do!) and made a little sketch plus a tiny story of Sho reuniting with Arrietty years after the movie ends.

"I can't believe it, Arrietty, I thought I'd never see you again!" Sho said, tearing up. It has been years since they last saw each other- when Arrietty came to say goodbye to him since she and her parents had to leave for a new home after getting discovered. Destiny must have done backflips to get them to meet again after the miles and miles that Arrietty and her family traveled to find a new house to settle in and borrow.

"Sho... This is so... I can't believe it either..." She had no words to say. She saw him through the grass leaves in the front garden, as he arrived at the new house they were hiding in, and couldn't not show herself to him. She had to come to say hi. Arietty has been thinking about him and their adventures together ever since they happened. How could she ever forget him? As the only human she'd ever met that has been compassionate and kind to her, and she couldn't help but feel safe with him.

"How did you find this place? Do you live here now?" He started asking her questions, his mouth rambling. This was new, Arrietty thought, He'd never been so expressive. He seems to have healed from his illness.

'"I... I can't tell you that... I'm sorry. I can't risk our lives again." She sighed. His expression made her heart ache. He looked disappointed but understanding. "But... how have you been? you seem happier."

"Yeah, I've moved out from my mother's house. I live in the city now, far away. This is the place of my close friend from school, I came to visit." He placed her on the ground, thinking the surface of his hands was too uneven for her- she did look uncomfortable when she realized he was holding her.

"That's nice... I wish I could see it." She said as Sho sat down next to her on the steps to the front porch. She sat down as well.

"Eh, it's not so special. Just lots and lots of humans living very close to each other, nothing like the countryside." Sho looked out towards the beautiful garden and past it at the fields beyond it. Arrietty couldn't see his face from below, where she sat. His giant hand was resting right next to her, reminding her of how enormous he was and why they could never have a real friendship.

The sun has begun to set as the clouds turned a pinkish orange. Arrietty rarely found herself watching the sky, given most of her surroundings were obscuring the view above her. Sho then sighed and looked down at her.

"I'm glad to know you're alright. I've been thinking of you ever since we said goodbye." He said with a smile.

"I feel the same way." She looked up at him and smiled back. Then her face suddenly saddened and she looked away. Sho didn't need to ask to know what she was thinking about. They were living in two different worlds and were destined to be apart. He then felt her tiny hand resting on his index finger. He looked back down.

"I... have to go... My parents will freak out if I'm late for dinner." She chuckled. "It was nice to see you, though."

"Oh... I see... I-it was nice seeing you, too. Please take care, Arrietty." Sho then saddened as well. He wished they could make this moment stretch even a little bit longer. He knew he might not see her ever again. Looking at her, examening her face as she got up, he suddenly picked her up and hugged her close to his chest.

Arrietty felt her stomach drop when he suddenly swept his hand under her feet and held her up. She opened her mouth to shout but nothing came out. When the terrifying feeling of getting picked up went away, she realized that was his way of trying a hug. So her heart softened and she hugged him back. She could feel heat radiation off of both his palms and his chest.

After a few moments he placed her back down on the floor, and watched her run off and disappear in the grass. Sho's heart wished he'd be lucky again to see her one more time. And just at that moment, The front door opened and his friend greeted him in a warm hug. Sho returned the hug, but his head was somewhere else, wondering where she was now, and hoping she would be okay.

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Hope you liked it, Sheena! and marry christmas to you!

[foolishlovers]

hi, i’m going through it with uni right now (finals season rip) and was wondering if you have any recs for some really soft, tender fics that will remind me of the good in the world 😭 maybe with some soft smut too, preferably over 20k if they’re out there and i’m happy with non au or au whatever. just need something comforting yknow. hope you’re doing well :)

oh hello love, i feel your struggle and am sending you lots of strength!!

here are some of my favourite softer good omens fics:

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Caramel Delight by AJ_Constantine (E, 16k) After years of enduring hellish neighbours, Crowley is delighted when they finally move out, and even more delighted when their replacement is easy going, friendly, doesn’t leave his bins on the kerb for weeks, and… attractive in a way that causes a fluttering in Crowley’s midsection like a battalion of butterflies attempting to form ranks. Crowley knows that hooking up with the person who lives next door to him is a Bad Idea. But a jar of his Nan’s famous caramel sauce as a ‘welcome to the neighbourhood’ gesture couldn’t hurt. And what’s he supposed to do when Aziraphale continues to show up at Crowley’s door with an irresistible smile, asking for more?

Liquid Gold by smolalienbee, Tarek_giverofcookies, Sodium_Azide, fashioncriminal (T, 36k) Goth beekeeper Crowley starts a new life in the countryside, in a suitably gothic house, with suitably goth furniture, tombstones, and bees. One day Crowley finds a surprise singing to the bees. And Crowley's suitably goth life changes. A gentle cottagecore human AU, featuring a bit of a bastard, a bit of a soft touch, and many many bees.

First Class (Hons) Christmas, University of Tadfield. by heloluv (M, 41k) Dr. A.Z. Fell is a renowned literature tutor at the prestigious University of Tadfield. December is upon the University, and Dr. Fell is leading the Christmas Charity Drive. He needs volunteers. Dr. A.J. Crowley is a skilled plant ecologist who recently began his tenure at UoT. He can't stand Christmas, and nothing at all could ever possibly convince him to partake in "festivities". Until a certain literary expert catches his eye. A Christmas and New Years fic, in which Aziraphale teaches Crowley how to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year. Lavender Apiary Of Your Honey Eyes by snek_of_eden (E, 62k) The first thing Aziraphale registered was fiery red hair matted with sweat. The second thing was the man’s face, sharp and intelligent and a little guarded, sunlight dappling a spray of freckles. Upon seeing this, two contradictory thoughts crossed his mind: ‘Gosh, he’s pretty’, and ‘I don’t believe I’ve ever heard a man use that many expletives in the space of a minute’. “Oh,” he said, swallowing hard. “Hello, then.” When Aziraphale inherits a small, cosy cottage in the countryside, he finds unexpected company in a gardener he didn't even know he had. Crowley is sweet, and strange, and about as foul-mouthed as you can get. Before he knows it, he's falling pretty goddamn hard for a man whose friendship he's terrified of risking. Ah, the foils of love. (To the surprise of no one, they're both pining extraordinarily hard for each other)

and now all of my garden is grown in lavender by ilikeblue (E, 70k, WIP) Popular queer romance author, A.Z. Fell, has been lying about having a husband and a happy marriage for years. Longing to escape a string of failed relationships and looking for a fresh start, Aziraphale moves into the cottage left to him by his Great Aunt Agnes. When a TV adaptation of one of his books leads to sudden popularity and throws him into the limelight, his fans (and the press) are eager to catch a glimpse of Aziraphale's own mysterious leading man. Unfortunately, he still has to cast someone for that role. Enter the handsome gardener… Under Crowley's meticulous care the cottage's neglected garden slowly comes back to life, and Aziraphale finds himself writing the most important love story he'll ever write: his own

you know i'll never be lonely (you're my only one) by SylWritesStuff, ladydragona (E, 256k) Anthony Crowley has long since given up on love of the romantic sort. Besides, after the tragic passing of his cousin and her husband he now has a preteen pup to care for. If only the courts and social services would quit assuming a single, unclaimed omega isn't competent enough on his own to raise one, things would be going just fine. Warlock's problems at school aside. Aziraphale Fell is an accomplished author, bookshop owner, and does quite well, if he should say so himself. Love might have conveniently passed him by and the nights can be quite lonely, but he'd rather be alone than not be himself. And the thing they're both longing for might just be each other.

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[applebyss-snakybite]

Here's more of that Sonic fate swap AU of mine. Is swaped Fate au a good abreviation for this? (I really need to come up with a title for this au, yikes)

Nevertheless, since I started things wrong with the villains as an introduction, I'm going to present the main hero: Amy Rose. Amy Rose swapped with Sonic. Now, I know there's a lot of concepts like that with her, but here's my take on it. I've decided to do the character explanation in a way more similar to a fanfiction, I think it makes it more fun to read than just me rambling. And, I think I'm going to write it a little bit as if it was a comic series... you'll see. I hope you'll enjoy this format (if you're even interested) because I think I want to stick with it :

PART 1: Amy Rose

When Amy was a young hedgehog, she was so energetic that her parents bought her a big squeaky hammer so she could have something to spend her energy on, while also allowing them to have a moment of peace from her. Amy really wanted her parents to buy her that hammer, and she ended up loving that hammer to an almost obsessive amount. She practiced several fighting techniques with it to the point that squeaky hammer became more than just a toy. Despite becoming so skilled with the squeaky hammer, she had yet to practice fighting with a real hammer. Nonetheless, fighting and sports became her passion. Once she reached the age of twelve, she became more independent and would explore the hills around her small village by herself.

That was when she encountered her first big conflict she ever needed to face by herself. She found two meanies who were bullying a six years old rabbit girl: Cream. Amy didn't know why they were bullying her, but she fought off the bullies, and Cream is forever thankful for her help. Cream has a creative mind, and she likes to tinker. She has a strong relationship with Chao that help her gather the resources for her art project and also help with the tinkering itself. When she saw Amy fight off the bullies with her toy hammer, she was inspired to build her a better, no, a real one with the help of the Chao. Amy's new hammer was made of wood, painted a pink and yellow, and was far more solid, thus dangerous. Amy and Cream became best friends after this event.

Amy was certain she was going to live the rest of her life in the village she was born in. It wouldn't have minded her if only there were any interesting boys around. It wasn't because she was tomboy-ish that it meant she wasn't interested in finding a lover. She would share her dreams about building a family to Cream, and the two would play house together with the Chao on a daily basis in Cream's secret Chao Garden. Taking care of Cream and the Chao quickly became Amy's favourite thing to do, and the two of them promised to always be there for each other. Cream said she was going to follow Amy wherever she would go. Cream became Amy's little sister at that point, and no one could separate them.

However, one day, the whole world turned around and completely changed the course of Amy's life. On another normal visit to Cream's secret Chao Garden. She noticed Cream at the entrance of it, panicking. The Chao had disappeared, and before she could say more, someone suddenly appeared from seemingly nowhere and kidnapped her. They were swift and fast. But, despite how agile they were, Amy wouldn't back down: her first adventure began here.

But, what or who could be that dark blur that caught Cream?

More will be told in the next part. :>

(Oh gosh, I told myself I wasn't going to do fanfictions on there.... well, each part is planned to be a rather short story without much dialogues, so that's fine.)

[dragon-queen21]

Okay, no idea if this is even a thing, but I raise you one, and give you Pony!regressor Tengen because god forbid he learns about show ponies and decides he wants to be one too for some reason

-Has no problem giving horseback rides to Muichiro, Mitsuri, and Obanai, as they’re light enough for his back to not suddenly hurt for long periods of time.

-Shinobu is also light enough to ride on his back, but she refuses to do so.

-Will attempt to eat the grass when no one’s looking.

-It never works for him because he gets caught by his wives or Gyomei every time.

-Quote Gyomei whenever he has to watch Tengen whenever he tries to eat the grass: “Please do not eat the weeds.”

-Yes, that is a direct reference to Fire Emblem: Three Houses, that’s a direct quote (and a meme in and of itself 😂)

-The worst thing Tengen would do is attempt a bathroom break in the middle of the garden WHILE A MEETING IS GOING ON (he did try to do it behind a tree for privacy first) [I don’t know if this inappropriate or not {I hope it didn’t sound like it was}, but for clarification, this is like when toddlers have accidents and pee in their diapers, that’s what I meant]

-Got chewed out by Sanemi afterwards

-Kaburamaru immediately books it to hide because it does not fancy being stepped on by Tengen’s “hooves”

-Somehow manages to play the role of an actual pony well enough that he somehow can’t vomit whenever he’s regressed like this, as horses and ponies in real life cannot throw up; that’s the part Shinobu dreads because if he gets sick like that, the checkup will be a nightmare to get through

I apologize if my motor mouth went elsewhere and so far with this, but the idea just came to my brain and I had to share *squeak*

Not sure if it is a thing either but that’s never stopped me before and it won’t now >:3

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~ Bdjdbjsbjdb this is way to funny. Heaven forbid.

~He would be so happy getting to give horse back rides to the other littles!

~Pestering the other pillars to brushing out his hair and putting in fun hair clips and then showing off to the others. He would get a bunch of compliments and be so super proud. (Also bonus points if he lets some of the other regressors play with his hair)

~Not Gyomei knowing exactly whenever Tengen’s trying to eat grass while being blind.

I like to think Tengen could be as stealthy as possible, and yet he the older pillar would just know. It’s like a sixth sense.

~If Obanai isn’t being carried by the other pet regressor he’s probably going to hide as well <- snake regressor Obanai agenda :3

~Tengen not being able to throw up mixed with eating random flowers. Oh gosh. He’s going to get poisoned at this rate lol.

My whole blog is just me rambling so I love getting to hear other people’s too don’t ever feel the need to apologize. Thanks for sharing :D <3

[dotster001]

Congrats on 1K followers! I am here in response to the current event😊. This will be for Twisted Wonderland, as well! My OG person was Sebek and is still currently Sebek! I didn't know much about the game at the time, and while Ignihyde and Idia were a close second choice, I decided to go with my favorite half fae boy. A little bit about myself, I absolutely LOVE book! I have a tendency to keep buying ones that look interesting despite me not really having the money NOR the room for more of them. I enjoy crochet and making blankets as well. I enjoy making little baby hats and then donating them to local hospitals and childcare centers. I am big on gardening, herbs, veggies, a couple fruit trees, and flowers are all what I currently have. For our little story, I am looking for some tooth rotting fluff and romance here! I am a complete sucker fir those types of stories!

Congratulations on the 1K followers again and thank you so much!

(Oh my gosh, you mentioned when I did your matchup that you make hats, but you also donate some? Holy fuck, you're so badass! I hope you enjoy some Soft Sebek propaganda! Squishy half fae deserves lots of loving 🥺)

A Tale of Sebek and His Lover

You knew that dating Sebek meant you had to be okay with him being married to his job as Malleus’ guard. Luckily for you, you had Lilia on your side.

“So why are we sitting in the bushes outside my dorm?” you whispered to your boyfriend, whose face was trained on Ramshackle Dorm.

“Lilia says this is Malleus’ favorite building, and that someone is thinking about stealing one of the grotesques on your roof. So I have to watch and make sure they remain where they are,” he whispered back. 

That was something you were grateful for. His new found ability to whisper. It made him flirting with you so much less painful. 

“Besides,” he said, looking at you fondly, his eyes very soft and vulnerable, “If someone does rob Ramshackle, I need to be here to protect you if the robber has ill intentions.”

You were one hundred percent aware that there was no robber coming here, and if there was, it would be Lilia looking to spice up the night. But the fact that Sebek was thinking of you, instead of just Malleus, spoke volumes. Your cheeks warmed, and you abruptly stood up, ignoring Sebek’s surprised gasp.

“It’s going to be a cold night. I made something for you, but it’s in the house. Watch my six for me?” You said, beginning to speed walk into the house.

“What?” He asked, confused.

“Oh, uh, watch my back,” you said sheepishly before running into the dorm.

You ran up the stairs to your room, and found Grim snuggling with half of your present.

“Grim! You have your own!” you said, trying to wriggle the little rat away from the gift.

“Yeah, but Sebek’s is bigger, so I can completely bury myself in it,” He pouted, before relinquishing the green and black blanket you’d spent a week working on.

“Tell you what, I’ll make you a second bigger blanket, as long as you promise to stop stealing this one, and Ace’s,” you said, digging up the matching hat from one of your drawers.

“Fine, but it better be twice the size of Ace’s,” Grim grumbled as you left the room. 

Before you stepped back outside, you paused.

Sebek was half fae. You didn’t know much about fae, but he used to go on and on about how fae genetics were superior. What if he didn’t get cold? What if he thought the hat was silly or the blanket was stupid? 

However, it had been a long time since he’d gone on about superior genetics. And whenever he talked about your human differences, it always seemed to be with affection. You chided yourself for even doubting him, then stepped back outside, and rejoined him in the bushes.

“You were taking so long, my human, I was worried the thief had found you,” he said, looking very concerned.

“Sorry, Seb, I had to fight Grim for your gift,” you said, wrapping the blanket around his shoulders, and putting the hat on his head, playfully pulling it over his eyes, and laughing at the way his lips turned into a comical pout.

Once he pulled the hat up so he could see, he looked at the ground, before muttering a quiet thank you.

He looked back up, cheeks dusted in pink, and said, “But what if you get cold?”

He seemed to answer his own question because he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his side before wrapping half the blanket around you.

“There, now we both can stay warm,” he whispered.

You rested your head on his shoulder, and he rested his on top of yours as you both resumed watching the house.

                                              ….

Lilia decided to go check on you both at around 11 pm. When he arrived, he was surprised to see you both wrapped in a blanket, asleep in the bushes.

He took a photo, and intended to let you both sleep. Too bad his ecstatic, proud dad squeal woke you both up.

[vixen525noms]

Defying Certain Death Part 18

Copied from my DeviantArt account, a non-sexual G/T vore story featuring adults along the lines of the lion and the thorn fable. There will be tons of hurt/comfort aspects, lots of safe vore. That is the primary focus in this.

Barrett is an adult giant standing 85ft tall and Hope is an adult human at 5ft 6. Barrett does not eat children at any point.

Warnings: Unwilling Prey; Fatal Mention; Characters in Distress

Future: While this part is relatively tame, future and previous parts include fatal vore and violence. Barrett, the giant, is not a good guy, so will be doing some occasional bad things.

Editor: @vore-scientist

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Barrett sat with Hope on his chest, his hand over her. He was glad he got a tent and cot while staying here... but going back to the Syor town to his house for more money was going to be a necessity soon. They would not treat Hope well. First assumption would be that she was a minion, one who helps trick small folks into the waiting jaws of hungry Syor. But Hope did not have the personality of one, and he didn’t think she could pretend to be one. She would be too nervous. But he couldn’t leave her here. She’d be too vulnerable. Thinking of how to deal with this was hard. Maybe he’d think better if there was something in his belly.

“Mmm... you felt really good in my belly when I was freed from the rocks. And the protection spell did work when I used it.” He felt the human resting on his chest jolt slightly. His ear flicked. “As I’ve said before, I’d never hurt you. You saved my life and were very nice to me. You have no reason to be afraid. I would only swallow you with protection magic.” He heard her say something, but it was very soft. Barrett picked her up from his chest, holding her near his face, “I didn’t hear that. Speak up.” Hope shuddered, but spoke a bit louder, “I... saw you kill my father... that same way... it is... terrifying. Can’t I just lay on your chest again? That’s not nearly as scary...” “Protection spell means you are safe and don’t need to be scared. I’ll even say the spell first.” He speaks the protection spell, grinning as he feels a bit of his own magic weave into her. “There!” And he immediately puts her in his mouth.

Barrett purred as she squirmed on his tongue, enjoying the feel and taste. She tasted a little different from most humans he encountered... He had seen her growing plants, was it because of that? Maybe he would have to see if he could catch farming humans at some point to compare the taste. Whatever it was, he liked it. He savored her flavor, even when she stopped squirming and curled up. It was unfortunate she stopped squirming so quickly. He enjoyed a bit of struggle. With another deep purr he swallowed the little morsel, resting a hand over his belly, “You are tasty, little one. I’m so glad I know that spell to keep you nice and safe in there... Hey! That gives me an idea! In there you are safe! Which means if I went to the Syor town for more of my money, none of them could touch you!”

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Hope gave up trying to get him to open his mouth pretty quickly. What was the point? She was helpless whether in his grasp, in his jaws, or even left at the campsite. Regardless, she had no energy too. Perhaps she was putting too much into maintaining some of those rarer plants she was desperately trying to keep alive. She suspected her hope of someday establishing at least a small garden again was foolish. Perhaps it should be just the tree she maintained. She almost felt like crying when she thought of it. Her pride and joy, reduced from its previous massive size to a mere sapling so she could safely take it with her. Her eyes felt warm, puffy... had she shed tears, or was she just fighting them? How could she even pretend she could restore it... surely it would be impossible so long as she remained prisoner to this terrifying giant.

Oh gosh that loud noise beneath her never stopped. She had heard him growl at times, but this wasn’t quite the same... But what else could it be? This line of thinking was distracting her from where she was so her mind latched onto it in a desperate bid to forget what was currently happening.

What did she know about giants... Before a couple months ago, she had never even seen a Syor before, only Syorian, friendly giants, the ones who regularly visited her farm back when it still existed. They paid well to get her quality potions. As with anyone, she was aware of Syor, no human, nemeran, or other small folk that she knew of hadn’t heard of their existence; everyone knew the stories of the terrible man-eating monsters. However, she lived far enough into the country of Naterhu, what many call the human country, that Syor never reached that area. At times they felt like a bedtime story meant to keep kids from venturing too far. She never expected things to go so wrong! And now it felt like she was being punished for believing no living thing should suffer such a miserable end as being trapped to slowly starve.

Hope tensed as the tongue moved beneath her, toying with her as the giant savored her taste. She curled up tight, trying to ignore the feel of the warm, wet tongue rolling over her. She needed to focus on something else. Plants. Think about her plants. Think about her tree. That was a nice thought. The only plant mage to successfully raise one away from the arctic... She wanted to hear it speak to her. It would be so much more comforting. She reached out with her magic... but nothing. It was still too weak while in this restricted form. But in her desperation she tried again, and again.

Oh no no no no.... she can’t ignore it. She can’t focus on better thoughts. The giant licking and tasting her. The monster is savoring her like one of those honey candies she made for local kids...

That rumble still seemed to vibrate through her very bones... it never ceased! At least it seemed to die down some when she stopped moving. Then... A change... A different movement. Fuck! She had been so focused on what was happening she hadn’t thought about what comes next! But... What was the point of protesting? Of resisting? She knew she was helpless. Completely helpless. And she closed her eyes as the muscles pulled her down to the same place that had no doubt killed many others. That HAD killed her father.

Hitting the bottom was soft, and she felt no pain or discomfort from it or the fluids. Yet  it was still so terrifying. For a long while she didn’t even move. Try as she might she could not shut out the deep rumble of that sound. It was all around her. She could hear that loud, terrifying voice. Between  that and the deep rumble... as well as own stress she could only make out occasional words. She was sure she heard him say the word ‘tasty’, which she more or less expected... and something about an idea... that couldn’t be good. Most of his ideas seemed to be about hunting.

Maybe she should pay closer attention... but as she thought that, all the noises paused.... and he started moving. Oh no... Would she end up watching a deer bitten in half slowly dissolve? What if he wanted to just keep her in here indefinitely? That would be even worse! Surely the spell wouldn’t last forever! What if he fell asleep and it wore off? What if he kept renewing the spell until she died of dehydration or starvation? Wait, he’s talking again... She needed to listen... but that rumbling sound was so loud! She couldn’t understand! Something about... clothes? Had he seen a trader he was going to kill to get her more supplies from? That would be so much worse than a deer. She wished she had some idea what was going on... but she was alone with her thoughts and barely understandable speech from the great monster keeping her prisoner.

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[roberrtphilip]

oh my gosh i don’t think i’ve asked this yet but i’m currently dealing with this ON MY OWN. BY MYSELF. with NO ONE TO PROTECT ME. but ummm. what happens when there’s a spider in the philip household. also please send one (1) soulmate to rescue me because i’m not cut out for this!!!!!!!!!!!!

sorry I could not save you last night 😔 I can only hope you survived, and are alive and well !!!

but anywho, to answer your question~

before Giselle, Robert was in charge of handling any bugs that got into the apartment, and they would simply be squashed by his shoe (or something bigger, depending on how big the bug was,, I know how big roaches can get and sometimes a shoe is NOT enough)

but after Giselle ? oh, you cannot kill bugs in that house when she's around. she's absolutely the person who says, "bugs have feelings too!" and "they're more scared of you than you are of them!"

if it were up to her, she'd let them live in the apartment, or at least just hang out for a few days, but Robert always says, "they're not paying rent, they have to leave" (to which Giselle says, "I do not pay rent either, and neither does Morgan :/" which makes him huff and roll his eyes)

anyway, she carefully scoops them up, and sticks them on the balcony, or lets them go in the hallway, and when they move, she'll simply carry them into the backyard.

also, I have no doubts in my mind that Robert accidentally killed a few spiders out of habit when Giselle first moved in, and her heart broke, which in turn made him feel guilty (and then his inner voice was like it's a BUG?) and she buried them in the little garden on their balcony.

he does get better about it though !! and while he's never going to enjoy bugs, ever, if he sees one, he'll simply call Giselle and have her handle it for him. and Morgan does the same, of course.

OH, AND SOFIA !!! Sofia, she's a bug girl like her mom, so she'll carry them outside too, and make sure no one else kills them. she does have a habit of letting them stay in her room, though, which drives Robert crazy, but she will eventually take them outside... eventually !!!

[what-if-queen-camilla]

A Little Secret - Chapter 4

Here's my new chapter and I hope you like it :) Let me know what you think in the comments and vote in the poll for your preferred run of the story (poll will be posted seperately as announced earlier :))

"Hi baby!"Andrew greeted her and casually kissed her cheek. She hated it when he called her like that but at least he had shown up at all so she'd better not complain. "Hi Andy. Thanks for coming.", she replied, equally casual and took his jacket. She had asked him to come home for the weekend and, much to her surprise, he had agreed without any further condition, so she had tried to be a good wife - though this was probably the most ridiculous term under the given circumstances - cleaned and tried up the house all week and made his favourite food for dinner, her legendary roast chicken with some potatoes and fresh vegetables from the garden, as well as a bottle of his favourite wine and, until now, he seemed delighted. "Just what I need after a week full of chaos.", he sighed and took a sip of the wine. "Oooh, Milla, do we have something to celebrate?", he asked, looking at her in anticipation. Camilla felt a cold breeze running down her spine. Gosh, she had already messed it all up. Apparently, he was expecting some happy news from her - how on earth was she supposed to go ahead with her plan under these circumstances? Goodness, no, she had to. There was no other option and she wasn't going to be a coward this time. She had to be strong, for the baby. "Not quite.", she replied, taking a deep breath, looking at him very seriously. He stopped chewing and frowned his forehead. "You're sounding serious, my dear." "I'm afraid, I am.", she added. "Andy, listen, I… I am in… a situation…" 

"Are you fucking kidding me, Camilla?!", Andrew shouted at her, stood up, banging his fist on the table so that all the glasses and dishes and cutlery shook. Camilla winced and lowered her eyes in embarrassment and discomfort. What had she been expecting? Of course he wasn't going to be happy about the prospect of his wife having an illegitimate child with the Prince of Wales. "You know, I don't care whom you're dating or sleeping with, Camilla. God knows I have my… liaisons as well. But now… this… seriously, Camilla???" Every single word felt like a punch in her face. He didn't care. Had he ever really cared about her, had he ever really loved her? He didn't care. Of course, he had his liaisons as well, he'd always had, right from the start, yet she had always tried and hoped and even defended him… but he didn't care, he'd just said it himself, and though she didn't want it to affect her, it felt like a punch in her stomach. "Andrew, I did not plan this…", she tried to defend herself but he look at her reproachfully. "Could you not just use a bloody condom or something? Is your future King too cool to be cautious?! Fuck, Milla, I'd never have thought you'd be so damn stupid!", he screamed at her and she felt tears in her eyes again. She did not want to have this talk with him, not like that. It was so humiliating. "Don't talk to me like that!", she replied with a trembling voice and gave him a warning look. "You have no right to judge me! You're the one who ended our marriage with your 'liaisons', not me! And you were the one who-" She paused in order to swallow her tears. She didn't want him to see how much he was hurting her but it became harder by the second. "You were the one who kept telling me it was my fault that we couldn't have a third child without ever having seen a doctor yourself! You were so sure that it must have been me! Turns out, you were wrong!" She had meanwhile given up fighting against her tears and she actually didn't care any longer. Andrew was more than welcome to see what misery he'd put her into, how terrible he'd made her feel, not only now and then, in this very situation, but basically for the last couple of years. She had believed in love once, in marriage and family, but he'd managed to crash it all down, to rattle her entire life, her confidence, her belief and just everything she had ever wanted or felt good about. "Do you have any idea how I was feeling all those years?!", she screamed at him."What it did to me, the way you looked at me as if I wasn't good enough, as if I was the problem because, obviously, it was my fault that we couldn't have another child?" She looked at him with her teary eyes full of both anger and desperation. All of those years she had quietly endured it all but it had all broken free now and, somehow, it was a relief. Andrew stepped forward and towards her, his eyes had soften a bit and his hand reached out hers. She didn't refuse. "I'm sorry, Milla.", he said quietly and unusually genuine. "I'm going to think it all through and… come back to you tomorrow." With that, he turned around and went to his room. 

Camilla tried to realise what had just happened while she cleared the table and did the dishes in the kitchen. It all felt so surreal. She had never talked to her husband like that and somehow she was proud of herself, that she has finally spoken up and didn't let him put her down because, when she was true to herself, she had allowed him to do so way too long. No man had the right to treat a woman like that and nobody, no matter their gender, deserved to be treated like that. He'd never been physically violent towards her, he'd always been a good father for the children and of course had offered her a financially secure life. But with his constant affairs he had broken her heart a million little times and slowly but surely destroyed almost all of her self-confidence. And in that moment, she realised that somehow Charles had saved her in the same way that he always said she had saved him. He made her feel loved and beautiful and special again, he appreciated her the way she was and, for once in her life, at least in her married life, there was nobody else around who was prettier, funnier, cleverer or better in bed for whom she was left alone. No matter what Andrew was going to do, she vowed to herself, never ever would she allow him to bring her down and made her feel that she wasn't enough again. She was enough. She was pregnant again, for goodness sake! Back then, when they had tried and failed to have another one, she had been suspicious whether it could be because of the mumps infection they both had caught from Tom shortly after Laura had been born. Everyone knew that it could affect male fertility but Andrew hadn't listened. He was the man, he was strong and healthy and if they couldn't have another baby it could only have been her fault. Of course, she had gone to see a doctor and everything had been alright, but he had still refused to go and see one himself so they had buried their wish for another child and just gotten on with their life as a family of four. For the children, they were good parents, they were a team, they worked well together and genuinely enjoyed spending time with each other, as parents and friends, but not as husband and wife anymore. She had never really noticed how much she had been missing that part of a marriage until she had gotten back together with Charles and he'd made her feel all the wonderful things once again. Oh Charles… she missed him terribly and wanted nothing more than to cuddle up to him right now, be held by him, feel him, kiss him, smell him… a part of her wanted to grab the phone and call him, hear his soothing voice whispering all the sweet nothings to her that'd make her feel better, but another part new that, if she did, she wouldn't be able to keep her little secret any longer, so she just went to bed alone, silently crying until she fell asleep. 

"Okay Milla. Here's my offer.", Andrew announced almost solemnly when they met again for breakfast the next morning. "I have two options for you. The first is, you'll have the baby and it's going to be ours. The third child we've always wanted. I'll be the father, it'll have my name and nobody will ever know the truth. It will grow up in a loving family and lead a happy, normal life." Camilla looked at him in disbelief. That… sounded almost too good to be true. Surely there had to be a catch somewhere? Of course there was: "My one condition for this… agreement is that you will break up with your Prince and never see him again." "Andy, no…", Camilla interrupted with an almost begging voice. "You can't be serious… You can't ask me to do that, I…" 'I love him!', everything inside her screamed. 'And he loves me, too.' She couldn't imagine living without him anymore and neither could he imagine living without her, he needed her and she him. They had promised each other to always be there for each other from now… She couldn't leave him. That would break him. "Camilla, I don't begrudge you for having a bit of fun. But your relationship is way too serious and that'd be too risky. Imagine the baby resembles him. Would you be able to keep your mouth shut?" He looked at her provocatively and both of them knew the answer. Of course she wouldn't. "See. I'm not being cruel, I just want what's best for this innocent child and I'm sure that it's much better growing up as a legitimate son or daughter of a respectable British Army Officer than the fucking bastard of the Prince of Wales.", he casually added and Camilla winced. The bastard of the Prince of Wales. Hearing that felt like a slap in her face but, deep inside, she knew he was right. "It's up to you, Milla. If you can't do it, I see only one other option." He handed her a piece of paper with the phone number of a London private hospital. "They won't ask you questions." 

With that, he turned around and went outside, leaving her in complete desperation. The piece of paper still in her trembling hand, she sank down to the floor, crying. What on earth was she supposed to do?

...vote in the poll! :)

[palialaina]

I have been staring at this page for like... twenty minutes, trying to figure out where to start. I know it's my own journal, but still. Today was just. It's been...

Okay.

I'm gonna back up.

I have been trying, very hard, to not step on TIsh's toes. I couldn't just come out and ask if she or Reth have feelings for Jel, and I mean... I also don't want to ruin the friendships I'm building either by presuming too much.

I told Kenyatta about the letter Zeki sent me, and she said he was just trying to make a quick coin, but also that Grimalkin have a really up there sense of smell, so he could probably... smell my interest, even if he didn't know who it was aimed at.

That's really really weird to think about. I'm not gonna think about it.

Anyways, she also said that if it was her, she'd just confess.

I pointed out that she and Nai'o only think their subtle, and she hit me with a sheaf of papers. I'm glad we're friends.

I asked Dad about it too. Sort of. More like he saw I was moping around town a little while I tried to decide and gently dragged me up to the Remembrance Garden to pry it out of me. I don't remember having a dad, but if I did, I hope he was as nice as Ashura.

And Ashura said that I couldn't control what someone else felt about me, but also that if I didn't try, I'd never know, and settling, like Eshe and Kenli, was a far cry from being in love with your potential life partner.

Dad's definitely got some romantic in him though, cause he told me a little about how he courted Sabine, and it was adorable. I keep wondering...

Getting ahead of myself.

So I took the money from the house fun, and bought some chocolates from Zeki... and then proceeded to avoid town and do everything but give them to Jel.

In my defense, I panicked.

He uh... well, he tracked me down? I mean, not like I was really hiding. I was so tongue tied, I just... shoved the box at him, and the way his face lit up. Oh my gosh. Apparently he'd been doing the exact same thing and worrying about what sort of gesture he could make and it was just as simple as this silly box of chocolates...

I don't really know what comes next, but he kissed my cheek before he left, and now I visit the shop and his smile is just so much softer. Oh, I do not know what to do with myself when he smiles at me! I just... I feel all soft and squishy and giddy!

....I hope it doesn't bother Tish any. I really really hope it doesn't. Or Reth...

Ugh. Though, speaking of Jel does remind me of something Hekla asked me to do that was pretty funny.

I really want to know why she wanted a potato, some cloth, and buttons, but at the same time, I'mm a little afraid to ask. The Goldur are strange beings. I mean, I don't think she'd hurt me or anything, but the answer might make my brain hurt?

But it meant I had to go ask Jel if he had any spare buttons, since I... don't. (Maybe I should get a sewing kit? I almost ripped my leggings twice while chasing sernuk...) And he wanted to know if there was any specific types. When I shrugged at him, well, you'd think I'd called down some sort of storm.

When I told him the buttons were for Hekla, he stopped ranting about fabric types vs. button types, and then handed me a couple of blue plastic ones. I don't think he wants to know either. I did tell him I'd come sit through a lesson on buttons and fabrics later though. Honestly, it sounds interesting! I don't think I'll ever be a seamstress the way he's a tailor, but knowing basic repairs can't hurt, can it?

He saw me holding the kamera, and when I explained what it was, he said we should take a picture together. This makes me look so short... but then again, could just be that he's tall?

Maybe both.

I did some more work on building furniture and arranging my house. I think I'm getting better at this! I made myself some shelving for my loose dishes, a couple cabinets for some spare things, moved the planter Jel gave me into my room, picked up some candles...

Oh, and the lute! I have to remember to ask Uncle B to teach me how to play sometime! I tried it myself earlier, but I must have calluses in all teh wrong spots, since now my fingers are kind of... um... bloody.

I may have tried a little too hard. Oops.

[hulijingemperor2]

Rusong: A-Die, team dimple. Guess what.

Yao: ouyang Zizhen has a crush on you.

Rusong: how do you know?

Yao: Song'er, you resemble me. Obviously everyone will find you attractive.

Rusong: that's true, that's true.

Xue yang: it takes a simp to know a simp.

Thay young sect leader was drooling over you.

Rusong: uncle muffin. Don't make it sound like that.

Mo xuanyu: but it's true.

Look Songsong. You slay ok. You're gorgeous.

Su she: he reminded me of me, towards my Huangdi.

Rusong: what to do, A-Die?

Yao: keep him. And let him please you.

See how I have team d, wrapped around my finger.

Team d: *blushing*

Yao: if I tell them to kneel, they'll get on their knees.

I don't even need to tell them. I just have to look their way.

The mighty Zewu Jun does the same.

Rusong: wow. I noticed.

Yao: Anyways dear. The harem is a part of emperor culture. You're advised to have one if you wish.

It's a good thing, as you're a hulijing because hulijings need masculine energy.

Rusong: you're right A-Die. And I want to follow in your footsteps.

That's the only way I'll be an influential and powerful emperor.

Yao: lovely Song'er. You will be very powerful.

Rusong: thank you!

But A-Die, how to tell her? And what to tell her.

Yao: maybe go on a triple date. And tell her that ouyang Zizhen has feelings for you.

Rusong: mn.

Yao: she would understand. She saw xue yang and team dimple being simps 24/7.

Mo xuanyu: Yao gege. *pouts*

Xue yang: gosh, supermodels. We're very classy when it comes to simping. Lan lips is the simp.

Su she: he's a very annoying simp.

Yao: see what I mean, Song'er.

I'm so proud of you! Bringing cultivators on your knees.

That's my son.

Rusong: I think it's the dimples.

Yao: it's everything, darling.

Xue yang: you two rule the Jianghu indeed with your hotness.

Yao: right.

*whispers to Rusong* It's kind of amusing to see them fight over you.*

Rusong: *covers his laughter with his fan*

~~~

Afterwards~

Pine Pavilion 📍

A-qing: *hugging Rusong* Dimples.

Rusong: *kisses* what about my Dimples?

A-qing: they're adorable.

Rusong: haha. You're adorable. *dabs nose*

A-qing: where are we going later? Sect leader Qin.

Rusong: well, Qin Furen. maybe somewhere romantic.

We can head to the family farmhouse in Jingjing.

A-qing: farmhouse?

Rusong: mn. A hideaway used by A-Die and his concubines.

A-qing: aw. So it's a romantic hideout?

Rusong: yes it is.

Just a few staff and gardeners.

And us.

A-qing: how romantic of you, princey.

Rusong: mhm.

The farmhouse is just a mansion on a garden estate.

Well it's smaller than a mansion.

Like a villa.

A-qing: awww. I love it when you measure in mansions.

Rusong: it's a habit. *laughing* Ling gege does the same.

A-qing: what about the peacock.

Rusong: uncle Zish is completely out of it. He sees a 4 room house as a single room or a hall.

A-qing: omg.

Rusong: yea, lol.

but, A-qing. I have something to tell you.

A-qing: yea Rusong.

Rusong: I'm going to invite my friend, sect leader ouyang.

As he's in love with me.

A-qing: what?! Is he going to steal you from me?! I'll beat him up. Where's my stick!

Rusong: relax, Fa Mulan.

*kisses* I will always love you.

You're my future empress.

Yet I'm continuing the trend of having a harem.

A-qing: good! You're mine and I'm your empress.

Rusong: I hope you're not upset. *caresses her face*

A-qing: *smiles* definitely not.

And you're the future emperor. It's the norm. Also, everyone falls in love with that face.

You have the Jianghu on their knees.

Rusong: yea, love.

I'm so glad you understand. And I can't help being gorgeous.

A-qing: you're so right.

Rusong: mn.

Get ready, darling.

We'll be leaving soon.

Later on, in the evening......

Ouyang Zizhen: *waiting for Rusong in the hall, while admiring a beautiful painting of Rusong* those hulijings are right. Their prince is hella attractive. And in real life too.

Huangdi already has the Jianghu in a chokehold.

A-qing: who are you looking at?!

Ouyang Zizhen: Rusong. I mean, no one.

A-qing: *glares.*

Ouyang Zizhen: I'm the sect leader. Ouyang Zizhen. And I won't steal Rusong Dianxia from you.

A-qing: you can't do that, because  you'll get beaten.

Ouyang Zizhen: wow.

I feel like I know you from somewhere.

Where are you from?

A-qing: Yi city, aka coffin town.

Ouyang Zizhen: ohhhh. That's where I saw you from!! You were that pretty girl with the almond eyes and round face. And the jet black hair, straight like a pin.

Rusong Dianxia has some good taste.

A-qing: were you stalking me?

Ouyang Zizhen: no. I was just night hunting with my friends, and I saw you.

And being the poetic I am, I just wrote down a description of you.

Then when I saw Dianxia, I wrote on him as well.

A-qing: I'm telling Rusong!

Ouyang Zizhen: no no no no. Don't tell him! 

I'll explode! *cries* and you have to bury my corpse!

Aqing: You know Rusong will find out either way.

Ouyang Zizhen: speaking of him, where is Rusong anyway?

*looks around* prince Rusong.

A-qing: don't look for him.

And you know he's a diva. His staff is maybe getting him ready.

Rusong: ehem. *entering with his entourage*

Rusong holds an opened fan while his beautifully embroidered robes flew with the wind.

He smiles at his entourage cheerfully, showcasing his dimples and that brilliant smile~ both inherited from A-Yao.

A-qing: *blushing: Rusong.

Ouyang Zizhen: oh.....goodness.

(Is it even right to have a crush on him. He's my friend, Jinling's cousin and a prince. I'm a little clan leader in his midst.)

Rusong: hi Zizhen.

Ouyang: *blush* I'm Zizhen?

Rusong: of course you are!

Ouyang Zizhen: *laughing*

Rusong: *confused*

Ouyang Zizhen: your painting looks better than you, Foxy. Hehe.

Wait I mean, you look better than your painting.

Rusong: ah.....thank you.

A-qing: what is wrong with you.

He's my Rusong.

Rusong: *closes fan* Zizhen, this is my girlfriend. A-Qing.

Ouyang zizhen: my competition?!

I mean.......shit! Sorry bro!

That's your girl, I got it.

Rusong: mhm.

Ouyang Zizhen: you look gorgeous.

Rusong: thank you, Ouyang Zongzhu.

How is your new role?

Ouyang Zizhen: it's going great. Next week I'm supposed to host a night hunt.

Rusong: oh lovely. We should plan a night hunt with our friends.

Ouyang Zizhen: that would be fun.

Rusong: I agree.

Ouyang Zizhen: want to cultivate with you.

Sect leader Qin.

A-qing: *rolls eyes*

Rusong: *laughs*

Ouyang Zizhen: future Huangdi. *kneels* if I offended you. Forgive me. You can step on me if you wish.

Rusong: lol no, Zizhen! You're just really funny today! What's up with you?

Please stand up. *supports him*

Ouyang Zizhen: *almost melts*

Rusong: you're acting like team dimple.

Ouyang Zizhen: pfft! What? Team d?!

I'm not a simp like them.

Rusong: yea right. Haha.

A-qing, Zizhen. Are you guys ready? We're going to the farmhouse.

Both: right behind you!!

Rusong: I hope you guys got familiar with each other. While I was getting ready.

A-qing: yea. Ouyang Zizhen is a simp.

Ouyang Zizhen: A-qing is a bigger simp.

A-qing: never. I just love Rusong.

Ouyang Zizhen: well I do too!

A-qing: *gasps*

Rusong: A-Die is so right. It is fun to look at.

Both: what?

Rusong: ah, nothing. Let's go.

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At the farmhouse 📍.

A-qing; this place is beautiful!

Rusong: I knew you would love it.

Ouyang Zizhen: heck yea, Dianxia. You have the best stuff!

Rusong: make yourselves comfy. *makes his Fox tail appear* ah. I'm so relaxed.

*takes off his outer robes*

Ouyang Zizhen: such a tiny waste.

A-qing: stop looking at it.

Ouyang Zizhen: but Rusong is attractive.

Rusong: I got some gifts for you two.

Both: gifts!!

A-qing: *blushing* you don't need to hrt me anything.

Rusong: of course I must.

Open your gifts, while I explain something. *hands them wrapped boxes, then took a seat.

Rusong: you two are a part of my harem.

When I'm the emperor, A-qing will be my empress.

And I'm granting you the position as a concubine.

Ouyang Zizhen: *turns red* I'm....I'm speechless.....I don't know how honoured I feel.....You're my muse.... I *talking gibberish*

I have a shrine dedicated to you!

Rusong: omg. Relax. Don't catch a heart attack.

Ouyang Zizhen: h...how...did you get to like me?

Rusong: Ouyang Zongzhu. We're friends, and I'm impressed in your talent in the arts.

That's some real concubine qualifications.

You have also protected my citizens.

Then, I'm a Meng. Of course people will be attracted to me. Us Mengs won't break anyone's hearts.

Rejection from a Meng is worst than death.

Ouyang Zizhen: ahhh. I'm so happy I impressed you. *kneels and kisses his hand*

Rusong: one thing I must tell you is that.

I need masculine energy, as I'm a hulijing.

Ouyang Zizhen: anything for Dianxia!!!

Rusong: lovely.

Ouyang Zizhen: what to do with my hulijing girlfriends then?

Rusong: they will understand.

A-qing: Rusong. You got me jeweled bracelets. How adorable. Thank you.

Rusong: *kisses* no problem, beloved.

A-qing: I love you.

Rusong: I love you too.

Ouyang Zizhen: waw, Rusong. These are rare poem books! They're so valuable! You're amazing! *hugs tightly*

Rusong: no problem!

Ouyang Zizhen: *kneels* but Rusong. How am I supposed to address you when you become emperor?

A-qing: Huangdi.

Ouyang Zizhen: pfft....I know that.

But should I call you master, lord, Huangdi, Huangshang?

Rusong: ah, I love all of these. But Song Huangdi would be fine.

Just call me Rusong for now.

Ouyang Zizhen: I'll continue calling you Dianxia. *blushing* 

Rusong: very nice. If you wish.

A-qing: *preparing tea for Rusong*

Ouyang Zizhen: *kisses his hand* is that a guzheng in that corner?

May I play something for you?

Rusong: of course you can.

A-qing: here's your tea, dear.

Rusong: aw, thank you A-qing.

A-qing: *began to brush his floof*

Rusong: *sips*

Zizhen. Don't let Ling gege know about this yet. He may try to beat you up.

Ouyang Zizhen: yes Dianxia!

Ouyang Zizhen: *plays the guzheng*

Rusong: *relaxing*

It thought you two were going to fight.

A-qing: not again, Rusong. And you're so beautiful.

Ouyang Zizhen: nah, Dianxia.

We rather not fight.

Rusong: well, ok.

*closes his eyes*

You're so excellent at the guzheng.

Ouyang Zizhen: thank you, Dianxia. 

A-qing: *hugs Rusong's floof* Songsong.

Can I have a kiss?

Rusong: you don't need to ask.

Come closer.

A-qing: *snuggles next to him.

Rusong: *kisses gracefully*

A-qing: aw. *blushing*

Rusong: *caresses her face*

A-qing: Rusong. You and your dimples.

*kisses his dimple*

Rusong: *smile*

Zizhen, you also want a kiss?

Ouyang Zizhen: huh? *blushing*

Rusong: yea. Aren't we all on a date?

Ouyang Zongzhu: D....Dianxia.

I'm so honoured.

*puts his face next to him*

Rusong: *kisses*

Ouyang Zizhen: *heart racing*

Rusong: how do you feel?

Ouyang Zizhen: I feel like I'm in heaven!

Rusong: mn. Really delightful.

A-qing: you're so charming.

Rusong: I'm very much flattered.

Ah, let me show you guys the art gallery. *opens fan*

Ouyang Zizhen: I thought this was a villa. You have a whole art gallery here!

A-qing: that's so cool.

The Mengs must be huge art enthusiasts.

Rusong: yes. A-Die ordered that all his residences should have fine art. And commissioned portraits of the family.

A-qing: too fancy.

Rusong: mhm. It's not as big as Jing Manor's though.

~~~

~ strolling~

Ouyang Zizhen: Dianxia. How's Huanghou? I heard she's expecting.

Rusong: yes. A-niang is fine.

And A-Die is taking good care of her.

Ouyang Zizhen: that's so sweet!

I thought you guys have maids.

Rusong: of course. They help her too, but A-Die is being an ideal husband.

Ouyang Zizhen: amazing.

Huangdi is really sweet.

Rusong: mn.

A-qing: Nainai is so pretty in this portrait! As always.

Rusong: definitely. She's really beautiful.

Ouyang Zizhen: who's Nainai?

A-qing: Rusong's Nainai.

Rusong: haha, Meng taihou of fox spirits. But yes, my Nainai.

Ouyang Zizhen: oh.

Rusong: have you met Nainai and A-niang?

Ouyang Zizhen: no.....I only know Huangdi.

Rusong: come for A-niang's baby shower in two months.

And meet them.

Ouyang Zizhen: sure, Dianxia.

Can I call her Nainai?

Rusong: she would love that. But call her taihou first.

Ouyang Zizhen: ok, got it. Thanks for inviting me.

Rusong: no prob, concubine. Haha.

[oblivious-aro]

Friends in Strange Places Ch. 4

What if Vlad was good instead of evil? Link to chapter 1:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39040329/chapters/97656390

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"Again, sorry for being late." Valerie said to Tucker as they walked to his house. "You know how Mr Garcia can get with his end of class lectures."

"Yeah, been there." Tucker nodded. "Sounds like he broke his record for longest-winded speech today. Lucky you. Anyway, here we are," Tucker spread out his arms "Casa Foley!"

Tucker's house was green with dark shutters. He lived on one of those streets that had trees planted along the road. It was a nice house. Valerie kind of wish she lived here. Her old house had had a private garden filled with shrubbery. She didn't realize how much she missed the greenery.

They ascended the front steps and Tucker opened the door for Valerie.

"Hey Mom!" Tucker called as they entered the house.

"Welcome home Sweetheart" Valerie heard a voice call back. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I brought a friend over."

"Oh, is it Danny?"

"No, her name's Valerie."

Angela Foley appeared in the hall with a plate and a dish towel in her hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Valerie." Angela smiled. "I don't remember the last time Tucker brought someone over who wasn't Danny or Sam."

"Ha ha, yeah." Tucker said. "We're just going to go upstairs and work on some homework and maybe hang out a bit."

"Ah, yes, homework! Well, don't let me keep you. We're having meatloaf for dinner if you're interested Valerie."

"Thanks Mrs Foley, but I probably won't stay too long. My dad's expecting me."

"Suit yourself. I'll be in the kitchen if you kids need me."

"Okay, thanks mom!" Tucker called as he led Valerie up the stairs.

Angela smiled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. It was nice that Tucker was expanding his social circle.

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"Your mom seems pretty friendly." Valerie said as Tucker shut his bedroom door.

"Yeah, but she'd probably have wanted to talk to you for another hour if I hadn't mentioned homework. Anyway, you got the glove?"

"Yup." Valerie pulled a black glove out of her bag and handing it to Tucker.

He frowned when he looked at it.

"You're right-handed, right?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you want the shield on your left glove? Makes more sense to have it on your dominant hand."

"No, I want it on the left."

Tucker furrowed his brow.

"To be honest, it doesn't really make sense to incorporate the shield into a glove in the first place. I mean, if a ghost attacks, it'd be faster to just pull out the shield than it is to put on a glove. So, it would only make sense to fuse the shield to the glove if you planned on wearing the glove all of the ti-"

Something clicked in Tucker's brain. He remembered the books Valerie had been carrying when he'd bumped into her in the hall shortly after the Axiom attack. How angry and upset she'd been by the whole situation.

"Valerie. You're not planning on hunting ghosts are you?"

"Weellllll-"

"Valerie! Do you have any idea how reckless that is? Ghosts are dangerous, and you need to know what you're doing, and have the right equipment! Normal weapons don't work on ghosts, and you can't exactly fight them with just this tiny shield! You need real ghost weapons!"

"For your information, Foley, I do know what I'm doing, and I already have 'real' ghost weapons."

More gears began to click in Tucker's brain. He'd seen a ghost hunter with black gloves. And Valerie's voice and build were pretty close to-

"Oh my gosh." The glove slipped out of Tucker's hand as his eyes went wide. "You're The Red Huntress!"

"Hey!" Valerie said, suddenly on defensive "How do you know that name?"

"She kind of shouts it really loud when she- you're chasing down ghosts."

Tucker sat down on his bed and stared at the ground. This revelation was blowing his brain, although he had to admit it that made perfect sense.

When Tucker looked up, the sight of a glaring Valerie centimeters from his face almost made his jump off the bed.

"I swear Foley, if you tell anyone, especially my dad, I'm going to-"

"Hey, hey, relax!" Tucker held up his hands and scooched back on the bed. "I told you, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. I swear I won't rat you out."

"Good." Valerie took a step back, but her face was no longer friendly.

Tucker was too nervous to say anything. Valerie wasn't feeling particularly chatty either.

It wasn't long before the tension finally became too much for Tucker to bear.

"So...where did you get your gear?"

"None of your business." Valerie's glare hardened.

"You don't trust me at all, huh?"

Valerie didn't say anything.

"Am I the first person you've told?"

"Not that I wanted to tell you, but yes."

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"So you've been doing this all on your own?"

"I've been doing fine on my own, thanks."

"Not saying you aren't," Tucker glanced at the glove on the floor. "But that just kind of sounds like it sucks."

Tucker thought he saw Valerie's expression soften ever so slightly, so he decided to keep going.

"You know, I meant what I said earlier. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, and I'm not going to tell your dad. Parents are great, but I get that sometimes you don't want them involved. They might worry, or worse, try and stop you, and... I know it sucks being benched when you know there's something you can do to help."

Valerie's face softened, but she wasn't smiling. She wasn't making eye contact with Tucker. He wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Anyway, it might take a few days, and a lot of help from my tech forums, but I think I can do it. Put the shield into your glove, I mean."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I don't really need anything else from you, and it seems like you don't really want to talk right now, so I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

Valerie walked over to Tucker's door. She put her hand on the door knob. After a brief hesitation, she turned back to face Tucker.

"Hey, um, before I go," she said "Have you ever tried flying?"

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"AAAAHHHH!"

Tucker clung to Valerie's waist for dear life as they sailed through the night sky.

"Thrilling, isn't it?" She called over her shoulder.

"That's one word for it!" Tucker nervously replied. "Watch out for that tree!"

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

Valerie dipped the hoverboard down briefly before rocketing upwards. Tucker screamed again and shut his eyes as they burst through the through the leafy branches.

After a few seconds, Tucker felt the hoverboard stop moving.

"You can open your eyes now." Valerie said. "Trust me, you're gonna want to see this."

Hesitantly, Tucker opened his eyes.

"Woah..." he breathed.

He'd expected to see stars, but it was too cloudy for that tonight. That being said, Tucker had never been this close to the clouds before. It was incredible seeing just how massive they were. The sight might have been terrifying if the clouds weren't so fluffy. Tucker almost wanted to reach out and touch one, but he was still too scared to let go of Valerie.

"Look down."

"Isn't that the one thing you're not supposed to do when you're up high?"

"Just do it, you idiot."

And so Tucker did.

Amity Park looked even cooler than the clouds. The city was full of tiny sparkling lights. They weren't like the stars, these lights were gathers in dense clusters. It reminded Tucker more of fireflies. Not that Tucker had ever actually seen fireflies, but he assumed that this was what they'd look like, minus the colour variations from neon signs.

You could see how the layout of the roads and sidewalks all fit together, making hundreds of not-quite-squares. It always felt like it took forever to walk one place to another in Amity, and now Tucker could see it all.

It was an amazing ,but also kind of weird seeing Amity Park from this angle. It was like Tucker was looking at his entire life.

Wow, that was stirring some emotions.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Tucker's grip on Valerie relaxed ever so slightly. "It really is."

Danny had carried Tucker via flight a few times, and Tucker had tried flying himself when he was briefly half-ghost, but he'd never really had the opportunity to just stop and take in the view from this high up.

Tucker wondered if Danny ever came up to just hang out in the sky. He hoped he did.

"Up here, it feels like it's just you and the stars." Valerie said "Everything down there? All your problems and the people you know? They all feel really small and far away down there. For a few minutes you can just exist without worrying about all that stuff."

"Yeah, that's exactly it." Tucker looked over at Valerie. "Do you spend a lot of time up here."

"I used to come up here at night when I couldn't sleep. Guess I kind of stopped. I should come up here more."

The serene moment was interrupted by the sound of Tucker's stomach growling.

"Sorry." he said "You wanna grab a nasty burger?"

"Didn't your mom already make a meatloaf?"

"You think I don't have room in here for a Nasty Combo and my mom's meatloaf?" Tucker patted his stomach. "I'm offended. I'll pay if you drive."

"Alright, deal."

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A sunken eyed employee opened the drive-thru window.

"Welcome to the Nasty Burger. What can I get for- hang on, the drive-thru is only for customers with vehicles."

"Do hoverboards count?" Valerie asked.

The employee stuck his head out the window and looked down at their board. He blinked slowly and sighed.

"Sure, why not. What would you like to order?"

"We'll take two Nasty Combos, one diet cola, one diet iced tea, and upsize one of the fries."

"That'll be $13.95." Tucker handed over some cash. "Please proceed to the next window."

"Thanks." Tucker saluted as Valerie flew to the second window.

They hovered there for about a minute. A peppy teenager soon appeared and opened the window, greasy white bag in hand.

"Two Nasty Combos with diet, iced tea, and- "

Her cheery expression melted into confusion when she got a good look at the masked figure and teenager on a hoverboard.

"Whaaaaa...?"

Tucker took the bag from her hand.

"Thanks!" he smiled politely at her . Her expression did not change as Valerie zoomed off back towards Amity Park Park.

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When they got back to Amity Park Park, they sat down by a tree to eat. Valerie had barely unwrapped her burger before Tucker was begging her to let him try out her mask.

"Okay, fine." she rolled her eyes affectionately.

"Yes!" Tucker pumped his fist as Valerie handed him her mask. He slipped it on over his face.

"Wow, everything looks so red."

Valerie grinned evilly and hit some buttons on her wrist.

"Agh! That's a lot of information!"

Valerie laughed and toggled the statistics off.

"Yeah," she said "You have to get used to seeing things through the visor. It's pretty useful once you do but, between that and learning how to fly on the hoverboard, it took like two months before I felt even remotely ready to try going after a ghost."

"And how'd that go?" Tucker asked, pulling the mask off.

"Pretty bad." Valerie laughed. "I thought I'd gotten pretty good at flying, but I fell off my board twice. Turns out flying's a lot harder when you're actively chasing a ghost, and not just doing laps around the park. Luckily my hoverboard comes back to catch me when I fall."

"It does? That's awesome!"

"Right? If I only had a way to actually hold onto the ghosts, I'd be all set. That ghost Danny Phantom's got some gizmo that sucks up ghosts. I tried to ask his about it, but he just disappeared and flew away."

"Oh. D-did he?"

"Yeah. He saved my life once, so I figured he was probably friendly, but guess I was wrong."

"Maybe he just needs to warm up to you?" Tucker shrugged "I mean, being a ghost and all, he's probably not used to humans trying to be friends with him. Most people he meets probably react the opposite way to ghosts." This was a very surreal way to talk about Danny.

"I guess. For now all I'll just have to stick with scaring the ghosts away."

"That's ironic."

"Shut up!" Valerie smiled and pushed Tucker's shoulder. "For real, though. Ghosts used to hold so much power over me. After that dog attacked Axiom, I was scared all the time. I couldn't even sleep most nights. Being The Red Huntress liberates me. It gives me power over those monsters. Just having the suit makes me feel safe and strong, and I'm not afraid anymore!"

Valerie suddenly blushed.

"Sorry, I'm oversharing. Don't really have anyone else to talk to about this."

"Nah, you're good, I get it." Tucker said. "Ghosts can be...a lot to deal with. You've got to talk to someone about all the craziness. I'd go insane without Danny and Sam. Although I suppose I wouldn't be dealing with ghosts at all if it weren't for Danny..."

Tucker began to sweat. Was he saying too much?

"I suppose." Valerie laughed. "Do Fenton's parents ever take you ghost hunting?"

"What? Me? Ghost hunting? No way!" Tucker hoped Valerie didn't notice how high-pitched his voice was. "That would be way too dangerous. And a waste of my gifts."

"Gifts?"

"My good looks and natural charisma!"

"...right."

The two of them took a bite of their burgers at the same time, leaving things silent while they chewed.

"Hey, Val?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for showing me the sky. And for trusting me with all that. I had a really great night."

"Yeah, me too."

Tucker and Valerie turned away from each other just in time to miss the other one's blush.

They just sat and talked about nothing in particular between bites of their food. Once they'd finished, Valerie flew them back to Tucker's house, and they snuck in through his bedroom window. Valerie changed out of her suit (it took every fibre of Tucker's willpower not to geek out over the way it folded into her backpack), and the two of them headed downstairs so Valerie could leave.

"See you in school tomorrow." she waved.

"Bye." Tucker waved back as Valerie shut the door.

"Valerie seems like a nice girl." Tucker's mother said once she'd left.

"I agree. When did you two meet?" Tucker's dad asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow.

"Slow down, Dad. We're just partners in bio."

"You know, your mother and I started as bio partners."

"It was actually home economics, dear." his mother corrected. The two of them smiled at each other, clearly thinking about fond memories.

"Right, well I'm going to go hide in my room while before you two start making out."

"I can't believe you would talk to your own parents that way." His mother tousled Tucker's beret as he passed her on the way to the stairs.

"And I can't believe you two would be so risqué in front of your son!" Tucker dramatically threw his arm over his face as he ascended the stairs.

Tucker's smile faded as he shut the door to his room, realizing he now had a serious dilemma.

On the one hand, Valerie being The Red Huntress definitely seemed like the kind of thing Danny should know. On the other hand, it wasn't fair to out Valerie like that.

He couldn't even ask her if she was okay with him telling Danny without revealing Danny's secret, and he couldn't ask Danny if he was okay with him telling Valerie without revealing Valerie's secret.

After thinking about it for a bit over a few solo rounds of DOOMED, Tucker decided he was just going to have to keep both their secrets. This probably meant that he was going to want to scream every time those two obliviously interacted, but he was just going to have to suffer in silence.

"Tucker!" His mom called up "Dinner's ready!"

Good, meatloaf made suffering much easier.

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Danny had been planning on telling Sam and Tucker about Valerie first thing at school that morning. Unfortunately, some ectopus had other plans. Danny hadn't even finished breakfast when his ghost sense went off.

Ectopuses were slippery ghosts, and Danny only got it into the thermos two minutes before the end of home room.

He managed to transform back, grab all his stuff, and arrive at first period just as the second bell rang. Ms Murphy gave him a look, but didn't say anything.

"Ghost attack?" Tucker whispered as Danny sat down net to him and Sam.

"Yeah. Listen, I've got something really-"

"Danny, Tucker, your discussion can wait until after class."

"Yes Ms Murphy." Danny and Tucker replied.

Danny had never been more anxious for a class to end. He almost cheered when the bell finally rang.

"So, what were you saying earlier?" Tucker asked as the trio walked out of Ms Murphy's classroom.

"Okay, so yesterday, I was fighting The Box Ghost-"

"That's very exciting news." Sam interrupted.

"That's not the end of the sentence." Danny glared at Sam. "Anyway, The Red Huntress showed up in the middle of the fight, and-"

Danny stopped talking when he noticed Valerie walking not far behind their group. He'd forgotten that they had English together.

Valerie hadn't noticed Danny and his friends. She was too absorbed with adjusting some settings on her watch. Although, now that Danny really looked at it, the display screen was showing features that a normal watch definitely didn't have.

"Danny?" Sam's voice snapped Danny's attention back to his friends. "What happened? What did The Huntress do? Did she hurt you?" Sam's clenched her fists as she asked the last question.

Danny glanced at Valerie again. She didn't seem to notice that Sam was referring to her alter ego. She probably wasn't listening to their conversation at all. Why would she be? She didn't know who Danny was.

"Uh, no, no! Everything's good, I just...uh, you know, English is starting soon, so I think I'll just tell you at lunch."

"Dude, you're acting real weird." Tucker looked at Danny with concern. "You sure everything's alright?"

"Yup! Totally fine! Don't worry, I can't talk now, but it'll make sense later."

"Okaaaaay..." Sam raised an eyebrow as the three of them took their seats.

Danny glanced over his shoulder. Valerie sat at the desk behind Sam (of course Valerie sat so close to their group!), lazily looking out the window. Her watch now displayed the time on its screen, just like any average everyday digital watch would.

"Alright students," Mr Lancer entered the classroom and shut the door. Today we're going to be starting our unit on Edgar Allen Poe."

Valerie sitting right behind him made it even harder to pay attention now than it had been in first period.

After about ten minutes of struggling to take in Mr Lancer's droning, Danny felt his ghost sense go off.

Well, it wasn't like he was going to learn anything today anyway.

Danny and Valerie raised their hands at the same time.

"Gray?" Mr Lancer pointed his piece of chalk at Valerie.

"May I go to the washroom?"

"Sharon's already gone out. You'll have to wait for her to get back. Fenton?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

Mr Lancer let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. Hurry back."

Danny shot out of the classroom.

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The ghost turned out to be another ectopus (Danny should've known; they always came in pairs!) that was occupying itself by gnawing on a boiler in the school's basement.

"Dude, don't you have anything better to chew on?" Danny asked "Like, that just can't be your best option."

The ectopus hissed violently, abandoning the boiler to charge at Danny, tentacles at the ready.

Ectopuses weren't very strong, but it could be hard to keep track of all their tentacles in a fight. At some point, the ectopus managed to grab Danny by the waist and throw him into a bunch of pipes.

The pipes dented and a few of them cracked, releasing streams of steam horrible hissing. Danny used the obscuring effect of the steam to his advantage, sneaking around the ectopus and blasting it in the back enough times to weaken it before sucking it into The Fenton Thermos.

"Attention Casper High," Principal Ishiyama's staticky voice said as Danny capped The Thermos "It appears we are having some major plumbing issues. As such, we ask students and faculty to exit the building immediately. The rest of the school day will be cancelled. Bus drivers will be notified and should arrive shortly."

"Oops." Danny said to no one.

Not that that was really his fault. It was the ectopus that threw him.

Danny flew invisibly to the school's front door, checked that there wasn't anybody still inside, then transformed, rushing outside. It didn't take long to find the soaking wet Sam and Tucker.

"Hey guys!" He called "I, uh, got the ghost."

"Good for you." Sam said as water dripped from her hair. "I, personally, would like to go home and change now."

"Agreed." Tucker wrung out his beret and placed it back on his head. "Hey Danny, could you maybe not set off the sprinkler system the next time you're fighting a ghost?"

"Wait, how on earth could we have possible set off- it doesn't matter. I've got something absolutely bonkers to tell you two!"

"Did your dad bring the fridge to life too?" Sam asked, taking out her ponytail.

"No, Valerie's The Red Huntress!"

"Wait, WHAT!" Sam said. Tucker didn't say anything, but his eyes widened.

"Yeah, can you believe that?"

"H-how do you know it's her?" Tucker asked.

"She literally told me. I ran into her when I was fighting The Box Ghost yesterday, and she started talking about the time Phantom saved her at Axiom. She wan't even trying to hide her identity."

"Wow." was all Sam could think to say.

Danny rubbed his eyes.

"Ugh, of all the people she could've been, it had to be Valerie."

"You know, this might actually be convenient in a way." Tucker said.

"Really, how?"

Tucker took a deep breath. Now that he knew Danny knew about Valerie, he figured it might be a good idea to broach the subject of Danny letting her in on his secret. He wasn't really sure how Danny would react, though.

"Okay, so, don't freak out, but I was thinking about something." Tucker said.

"What is it?"

"It's just, don't freak out, but I was thinking, you know, and this is just a 'maybe', just something to consider, but perhaps, just potentially-"

"Just spit it out already Tucker!" Sam snapped.

"Hey hey!" Tucker held up his hands indignantly "This is a delicate matter, Sam! Anyway, Danny I think that maybe you should consider telling Valerie."

"Tell her what?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Tell her...your secret. You know, that you're Danny Phantom."

Nobody said anything right away.

"Seriously Tuck?"

"I mean, you don't have to, I just thought it was worth consider-"

"You think that just because you like some girl, I should just tell her my biggest secret?"

"Hey, it's not about that! I don't even like- never mind. I just thought that since Valerie's also a ghost hunter, it might be beneficial for you two to, like, you know..."

"What?"

"I'm just saying, having someone to help you fight ghosts wouldn't be a bad thing, right?"

"That's what you and Sam are for!"

"I know, and no offence to me and Sam, we're great, but Valerie's a real powerhouse. She could be a real asset to Team Phantom. You two've seen her, she's got skills and some real sick gear. I mean, at the very least, she probably has a ghost tracker, so we could rely on something more precise than your ghost sense. That'd be cool, right?"

Sam raised an unimpressed eyebrow, and Danny looked furious. Maybe indirectly insulting his ghost sense hadn't been the best approach.

"I'm just saying having more help is never a bad thing."

"Maybe not for you." Danny said "You're not the one who'd be putting yourself at risk."

"I'm just-"

"Sure it's all about what you think. Who cares about my opinion? Who cares that I'm the one on the front lines of most of the ghost fights? Who cares that I have to navigate a minefield of potentially hazardous devices in my own home? Who cares that my parents say they love me then turn around and start going on about how they're going to destroy me every day?"

Sam thought she saw Danny's eyes flash green while he was talking. Tucker seemed to be at a loss for words. Sam didn't blame him.

"Danny," she said carefully "I don't think he-"

"Ugh! You know what?" Danny interrupted her "I've had enough!"

With that, he transformed and flew off towards Fenton Works. The force of his takeoff was so strong that Tucker had to hold on to his beret to keep it from flying off his head.

"He's really got to stop changing out in the open like that if he wants to keep his secret a secret." Sam remarked.

"It was just an idea," Tucker said "I didn't mean to make him so upset!"

Sam sighed.

"It's not your fault Tucker. I think Danny's kind of sensitive about the whole 'secret identity' thing right now. He told me he was actually thinking about telling his parents."

"What?! That's crazy! You told him why that was a bad idea, right?"

"He already knows why it's a bad idea, Tucker."

"Then why on earth does he want to tell them?"

"I don't know. I guess keeping his ghost half a secret from his family has really been stressing him out?" Sam chewed her nail thoughtfully. Danny was clearly upset and had tried to talk to Sam earlier, but she'd just shut him down.

She'd really been a really terrible friend.

"Okay," Tucker said "Danny is clearly going through some stuff. We'd better go talk to him."

Sam realized that Danny probably wouldn't have gotten this upset if he'd talked to Tucker first instead of her.

Well, if this mess was her fault, then she was going to fix it.

"He's seemed pretty mad at you." Sam said "Maybe I should go alone."

"Yeah," Tucker sighed "You're probably right. I'll talk to him tomorrow when he's cooled off. Call me later and tell me how he's doing?"

"Yeah, sure thing. I'll just drop my stuff off at home and change into something dry first. Give him some time to calm down."

"That's probably smart." Tucker said. He sighed. "I hope Danny's okay."

Sam didn't say anything.

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Danny was lying on his bed, trying to distract himself from the swirling thoughts in his head by drowning himself in Pac-Man Collection on his Game Boy. Tucker had once joked that Danny was drawn to Pac-Man because it's a game where you keep catching ghosts that keep escaping. Danny disagreed, the game was more about working around ghosts rather than fighting them.

That being said, Danny was actually pretty bad at avoiding the ghosts. He'd just lost his last life to Blinky (Blinky and Pinky always ganged up on him!), when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he asked, shutting off the Game Boy.

"It's me!" Sam's voice answered from the other side. "I brought your backpack. And, also some homework from Lancer. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Sam opened the door.

"You okay?" she asked, shutting it behind her.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Danny asked, sitting up.

"Seriously Danny?" Sam pulled Danny's computer chair next to his bed and sat in it backwards.

Danny fiddled with a loose string in his blanket.

"Look," Sam sighed "I don't get your whole conflict about wanting to tell your parents. If I had ghost powers, you couldn't pay me to tell mine. But this isn't about me."

Sam had taken the time to figure out what she was going to say on the walk over.

"Your relationship with your parents is different from mine. You're clearly struggling and needed someone to talk to, and I didn't listen. I'm sorry. I'm ready to listen now, if you still want to talk."

Danny sighed.

"I don't know Sam. It...it's just been a lot." Danny stopped fiddling with the string and looked at her. "Keeping this secret, it's stressful."

"Even now that you have your powers under control?"

"Like I said earlier, it's like there's a wedge between me and my family now. It's not, like, huge, but I can feel it, all the time, just lingering in the in the back of my head. I don't always notice it, but it always seems to affect things."

"How so?"

"It's like I'm constantly being reminded that all it would take is a single moment, and everything would be different. My family would start to see me different."

Danny took a steadying breath before continuing.

"But, whether anyone likes it or not, I am half-ghost. My ghost half is a part of who I am. And keeping that a secret means I can't fully be myself around the people I love, as cliché as that sounds."

"No, I get it." Sam was surprised to realize she meant it "I could probably get along with my parents a lot better if I wore brighter colours and frillier skirts, but that's not who I am. It would feel so restrictive, like I was denying who I- oh." Sam looked at Danny "Is that what keeping your ghost half secret feels like?"

Danny nodded.

"Oh." Sam said again. "Danny we- I didn't realize you were under so much pressure. I mean, I know being a ghost with ghost hunter parents isn't fun, but...why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Danny shrugged.

"I don't think I really realized how bad it was until recently. Kind of like how I didn't say anything about my gender dysphoria until middle school. The bad feelings have always been there, I just didn't really...fully realize it, I guess. It's just, seeing Vlad and my mom argue in Colorado, seeing how hiding destroyed his relationships with the people closest to him, it made me scared."

"I mean, you're not really like Vlad." Sam said. "You still talk to your family. Vlad's problem is that he shut himself off from everyone completely. You don't do that."

"Maybe not, but I'm still closing myself off from them. Keeping a secret this big is just so...so...draining! Mom, Jazz, even Dad have noticed something is off with me. I don't like all of this lying and hiding!"

Danny hugged his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees.

"I'm tired, Sam. A day hasn't gone by since the accident where I don't think about this at least a little. I'm sick of this dragging me down. I just want it to stop, but the only way to make it stop is to take a huge risk. I'm just so sick of thinking about all of this."

When Sam was seven, she'd had a special purple hair tie that she wore for months straight until it was all saggy and had lost it's elasticity. Looking at Danny gave her that same feeling she had when she'd looked at the old hair tie. It hurt her heart in a place that was hard to reach.

Sam got up off of her chair and sat down next to Danny on the bed.

"To be honest Danny, I'm not really sure what you should do." Sam said "But we'll figure it out. And no matter what happens, Tucker and I are gonna be here for you."

Danny wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't know what I'd do without you guys." he said.

Sam bristled. Besides for with her grandmother, Sam wasn't big on hugs. They weren't bad, just kind of...weird. But, considering the circumstances, she decided to make an exception this one time..

"You owe me for this, Danny." she said to herself, patting Danny's back.

They stayed like that for a while. Danny wanted to stay there forever, and Sam probably would have let him (well, maybe just for another five minutes), if Danny's ghost sense hadn't gone off.

"Ghosts ruin everything." Danny said, releasing Sam and looking out his window. He saw a green shape zoom overhead in the direction of Amity Park Park.

"Alright, going ghost!" Danny shouted as he jumped out the window, did a flip, and transformed.

"Can you please not jump out of windows?" Sam said to the now hovering Danny. "You give me a heart attack every time!"

"But it's cool!" Danny protested. "Anyway, it looks like the ghost is headed towards the park. Meet you there?"

Sam nodded and rushed out of Danny's room. Danny zoomed towards Amity Park Park.

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It was hard to spot a ghost through the treetops, but the sound of people screaming near the playground narrowed Danny's search down pretty quickly.

It didn't take long to find the source of the panic. Lurking in the trees, next to the sandbox, was a tall humanoid ghost. Its bottom half consisted of long tattered grey robes, while thick hair-like green tendrils concealed its face and upper body. People fled from the ghost as its tendrils stretched and wrapped around trees and various playground equipment.

"Hey!" Danny called out, the ghost turning at the sound of his voice. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to keep your tentacles to yourself?"

Danny dove towards the ghost, but one of its tendrils shot out and wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides. The end of the tendril floated up next to Danny's face. It suddenly turned into a face, eyes opening, and a long tongue flailing out of a mouth that hissed and bared its fangs.

The ghost had snakes for hair. Over a hundred snakes.

"Not tentacles. Got it."

Danny yelped as the snake yanked him down to its level. Twenty or so snakes parted like a curtain, revealing the ghost's face.

Danny was immediately drawn to the its eyes.

They were a deep grey and there weren't any pupils. Danny couldn't stop staring at them. The whole world outside of those eyes seemed to fade away and Danny felt his feet, which had previously been flailing and kicking, grow heavy and fall limp as he got lost in the gray expanse of the ghost's irises.

A blast of pink energy suddenly nailed the ghost in the face, causing it to shut its eyes and wail. Danny felt like a spell had been broken the second the ghost's eyes were off of him.

Pink blasts continued to assault the ghost and it soon dropped Danny to the ground. He looked up and saw Valerie circling the ghost on her hoverboard, bombarding it with ecto blasts.

"You looked like you could use a hand. AGGH!" Valerie swerved to dodge an incoming snake. She continued to shoot at the ghost as she dodged. Most of her shots missed, and the ghost had moved the curtain of snakes back in front of its face.

The snakes briefly recoiled when they got shot, but Valerie's blasts didn't seem to be doing as much damage as when she'd hit the ghost's face.

Danny tried to stand up while Valerie had the ghost distracted, but found that he couldn't. He looked down and screamed when he saw that his feet had been turned to stone.

He concentrated some ecto energy into his feet. There was a burst of ecto energy and grey rocks, leaving behind his normal white boots.

Danny sighed with relief and shot up into the air.

"Don't look into it's eyes!" he shouted to Valerie "It'll turn you to stone!"

"Wait, for real?"

Before Danny could answer, the ghost managed to grab Valerie with its snake hair.

"Valerie!"

Danny tried to fly after her, but snakes kept popping up and blocking him. He tried to blast them away, but there seemed to be no end to them.

Danny soon gave up and flew up out of their range. He was going to try and hit the ghost with an ecto blast from afar, but when he looked down he realized with horror that the ghost had already parted its hair and locked Valerie in its gaze.

To Danny's surprise, Valerie raised her blaster and shot it directly in the face. The ghost let out more horrible wailing noises, and its snakes all thrashed and tangled in confusion. Valerie whacked the snake that was holding her with the butt of her blaster, causing it to drop her.

She was running as soon as she hit the ground, blasting any errant snakes that came after her. As soon as she was far enough from the throng, her hoverboard came sailing back to her and she jumped on it, flying up next to Danny.

"How'd you do that?" Danny asked "When I looked into its eyes, I got put in a trance and my feet turned to stone."

"My visor must filtering whatever's radiating from those creepy eyes." Valerie said. "Sweet!"

"Okay, I have an idea." Danny said. "How good are you at flying?"

"Pretty good. Why?"

"Try to get as many snakes as you can to follow you. Then fly all around the trees. Go around as many branches and trunks as you can."

"So they get all tangled up? Nice! I like the way you think Phantom."

Danny smiled a little at the compliment, but quickly went back to business mode.

"You take the right, I'll take the left." he said.

Valerie nodded and the two of them zoomed off in opposite directions.

"Hey, Snakes!" Danny shouted "Bet you can't catch me!"

Over fifty snakes hissed at Danny. He zoomed off and they gave chase.

Danny wove over, under, and around tree after tree as tightly as he could. It didn't take long for the snakes that had been following him to get tangled up in the branches as well as each other.

When he was done he looked over at Valerie. She wasn't flying as fast as him, but she was pretty agile considering the how awkward Danny assumed a hoverboard would be to manoeuvre through the trees. It only took her another ten seconds to finish with her snakes. When she was done, she flew over to Danny.

"Now what?"

Most of the snakes were stuck in the trees, but there were still about twenty of them hanging in front of the ghost's face.

"Considering she kept some snakes to cover it," Danny said "I assume she doesn't like getting shot in the face."

"But the face-snakes only move when she's trying to freeze someone."

Danny looked at Valerie. He had another plan, but this one required a lot of trust in Valerie. Some part of Danny hesitated, but, realistically, she'd more than proven herself.

Danny steeled himself with a deep breath.

"If I let the ghost grab me," he said "That'll make her expose her face."

"Yeah, but then she'll put you in a trance. You won't be able to shoot her."

"That's why you're the one that's going to shoot her."

"What, me?!"

"Yes, you. She'll be focused on turning me to stone, leaving her wide open for you."

"So shouldn't I be the bait, then? Since I can't get turned to stone?"

"Her eyes will probably still freeze me from faraway if I accidentally look at them, and you won't be able to hit her either if with her snakes wrapped around you. Wow, that's a weird sentence. Anyway, my point is, the only way to defeat her is for me to distract her so you can hit her weak spot."

"B-but, she still has some snakes free!" Danny had never seen Valerie so hesitant. "I can't dodge and aim at the same time!"

"You just have to hit her once. That'll break the trance and I can blast her point-blank. Can you do that?"

"I-I don't know. If I can't then you'll get turned to stone."

"I think you can do it."

"What?"

"I've been watching you fight. You're still pretty new at this, but you've definitely got what it takes to be a ghost hunter."

"Huh, honestly I kind of thought you hated me."

"Maybe I just didn't give you a fair chance. What do you say? Want to give it a shot before Medusa untangles her hair?"

Valerie only waited a second before answering with full confidence:

"Yes."

"Alright, let's go then!"

Danny zoomed towards the ghost. He stopped about a meter in front of her, and began throwing as many ecto blasts as he could at the snake-hair in front of her face.

As Danny predicted, they didn't seem to do much, and a couple of snakes shot out and wrapped themselves around him. Danny struggled halfheartedly as the ghost's hair began to part, revealing her hypnotic grey eyes.

Valerie tried to hit the ghost's face, but snakes attacked her from every direction, throwing off her aim. Her shots weren't landing anywhere near her target.

"C'mon Val." she muttered to herself, flying underneath yet another snake. "Just ignore your shaking hands. Focus!"

But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't land a shot. Valerie glanced at Danny and began to panic when she realized he was stone well past his ankles.

This wasn't working. She needed to get closer to her target, but the size of her hoverboard made it impossible to weave through the snakes.

In a desperate move, Valerie jumped off her hoverboard and began running towards the ghost. It took the snakes a second to recalibrate, but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was laser focused on the ghost's eyes, shooting as many shots as her blaster would fire at those horrible empty corneas.

She was only a few meters from the ghost when she felt a snake wrapping itself around her torso. She ignored it and kept firing. Just as the snake yanked her into the air, Valerie saw a shot collide with the ghost's face.

Valerie cheered before screaming as the snake that was holding her began flailing around wildly.

The ghost let out a painful wail, but the snakes that were holding Danny and Valerie didn't let go.

Free from the trance, Danny shook his head and focused ecto energy into his feet. He swung his legs back before kicking them forward and blasting the ghost in the face with a giant ecto beam, simultaneously freeing his feet from their stony state.

His arms were still pinned down, so Danny kept shooting the ghost's face with ecto eye beams until she eventually released him.

Danny, arms now free, hovered in front of the ghost and began blasting her with his regular ecto blasts.

Behind him, he heard a yell and a thump as Valerie fell to the ground.

"I'm okay!" she called out.

Soon pink beams joined Danny's green ones in their assault on the ghost's face. The ghost's wails grew louder and louder until it finally crumpled to the ground, its snakes falling limp.

Danny pulled out his thermos and pressed the button, sucking the ghost into the bright blue beam. The ghost wailed the entire time she was being dragged in. Some of the hair snakes tried to wriggle out, but Danny gave the thermos an extra ecto-boost and all the stragglers were soon sucked in.

Danny capped the thermos feeling tired but triumphant.

Valerie flew up to him. She yanked off her mask and leaned on her knees.

"That was," she said between panting breaths "Intense. I've never fought a ghost that powerful."

"Well, " Danny smiled "You did pretty good."

Valerie smiled back.

They suddenly heard someone scream. Valerie pulled her mask back on and readied her blaster. Danny moved into a fighting position.

"Danny!"

Danny looked down and saw a panicked Sam running across the park.

"You have to come quick!" she said "Some kid got turned into a statue down here!"

"What?!" Danny and Valerie said together.

They both flew after Sam. She led them to a spot neat the swing set, where a child had been frozen mid-run.

"Oh no..." Valerie breathed.

"It looks like the ghost froze him instantaneously." Danny said. "But how? It took her a good ten seconds just to freeze my feet."

"Maybe being a ghost protected you from her powers a bit?" Valerie shrugged.

"And what makes you such an expert on ghosts?" Sam glared at Valerie.

"Hey! Which one of us has the ghost weapons here?" Valerie gestured to her blaster.

"Sam, she's cool, we don't have time for this."

"It's not like the kid's getting any more frozen." Sam crossed her arms. "And just how do you know we can trust this mysterious masked figure?"

"Do you two know each other?" Valerie asked.

"Yes." Danny said.

"No." Sam said at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other.

"You know what?" Valerie said. "It doesn't matter. Right now we gotta figure out how to unfreeze this kid."

Sam crossed her arms, but didn't say anything.

"Can you try that thing you did to free yourself earlier? The green glowy thing?"

"Oh wow, you really don't know anything about ghosts." Danny said.

"Hey!"

"Uh, I don't know. It was easy to do to myself, since it's just manifesting the ecto energy inside me already, like I do before launching an ecto beam, but I don't know if I can, like, transfer it to someone else."

"It's worth a shot, isn't it?" Valerie shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

Danny put his hands on the kid's shoulders and summoned some ecto energy. His hands glowed green, but nothing else happened.

"Maybe try doing it like an ecto blast, but less blasty?" Sam suggested.

"What does that even mean?" Valerie asked.

"Guys!"

Valerie and Sam stopped talking. After a minute, Danny's hands stopped glowing and he let go of the kid.

"Hey," Sam said "Are you-"

"Shh!" Danny cut her off. He took a deep breath and grabbed the kid again.

Danny's entire body began to glow green as he concentrated on directing his ecto energy into the kid. It was a very awkward and strenuous task, and Danny wasn't sure if he was doing it right at first, but the kid was soon surrounded by his own faint green aura.

It took all of Sam and Valerie's energy to hold back their cheers, but Danny wasn't close to done yet.

Danny could feel every muscle burning, but he kept up. The glow around the kid slowly got brighter and brighter.

Finally, there was a small explosion of rocks, and Danny collapsed onto his hands and knees.

The no-longer-stone child blinked at the strange trio.

"Hey kid." Sam smiled tentatively. "Do you remember what happened here?"

The kid stared wide-eyed at Sam.

"D-dere was a scawy monster..." he said very quietly.

Valerie's hoverboard folded into her feet. She landed on the ground and took off her mask.

"Hey kid, my name's Valerie." she said, getting down on one knee. "Do you think you can tell me your name? We're gonna try and help you find you parent, okay? I bet they're worried about you."

The kid seemed to relax a little.

"M-my name is-"

"Joel!"

Someone was suddenly sprinting towards them. She grabbed the child once she got close enough and hugged him close to her body.

"Oh thank the stars you're okay! I've been looking everywhere for you! Did that monster hurt you poor baby?"

Joel pointed to the trio.

"D-dey saved me, Mummy."

Joel's mom looked at the trio. There were tears in her eyes.

"Thank you kids. So much. I don't know what I'd have done if-" Hey eyes locked onto Danny on the ground. "Are you alright young man?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Danny began to stand up. "Yeah, I'm goo-"

The world started to spin. Sam rushed over and caught Danny. He leaned on her.

"Yeah, I'm great." he gave Joel's mom an unconvincing thumbs up.

"Dear, I really think you should-"

She was cut off by the sound of screeching tires and an obnoxious car horn whose familiarity made Danny's blood run cold.

"WHERE'S THE GHOST!" He heard his father shout.

"Oh no, The Fentons." Joel's mom's face was filled with dread. "Oh I am not dealing with those two today. Thanks you kids so much!" she called as she ran away with Joel in her arms.

"Danny," Sam said "You've got to get out of here!"

"I don't think I can fly, Sam."

"Well, at least-"

Before Sam could finish speaking, a white ring popped up around Danny's waist. Danny gasped, and quickly focused on making it disappear. Luckily, it did.

He and Sam looked at each other in horror.

"Um, what was that?" Valerie asked.

"That means I won't be flying anytime soon." Danny said.

"Well duh, you can barely stand!" Valerie said.

"The tracker says the ghost is just over here, Jack!" They heard Maddie Fenton's voice say. She was not far away.

"You two hide!" Valerie pushed Sam and Danny towards some large bushes.

"Hey!" Sam protested.

"They can still see me on their ghost tracker!" Danny said. "Hiding's not going to help!"

"Don't worry." Valerie pulled her mask back on "I got this."

Valerie turned and walked a few meters away.

"I don't trust her." Sam whispered just before Danny's parents appeared.

"You!" his dad pointed at Valerie "Sharply dressed citizen! Did you see a ghost? We're on the hunt for one!"

"I'm no citizen Mr Fenton, I'm The Red Huntress." Valerie said, her voice steady and authoritative. "And, as it happens, I've already apprehended the ghost."

"What?" Jack said "But according to our tracker, there's still a ghost around here!"

Valerie something small out of her pocket.

"You must be picking up signals from my Ghostagatchi." She said.

"Ghosta-wha-chi?" Maddie asked.

"It's what I use to contain ghosts. It's still in early development, though, and my prototype is still leaking ecto-particles. That must be what's showing up on your tracker."

"I suppose that makes sense." Maddie rubbed her chin. "Although, as fellow ghost hunters, we know how hard it is to make a properly functioning spectral containment device. Perhaps you could tell us how that one wor-"

"Unfortunately," Valerie interrupted loudly "Before I came to fight this ghost, I was in the middle of rounding up some stray rat ghosts. I should probably get back to that, even though I'm sooo tired from fighting this ghost, and my ecto blaster could really-"

"Ghost rats?" Jack turned and grabbed Maddie by the shoulders "Maddie! Those must be the ghosts that've been stealing the screwdrivers!"

"Oh my gosh you're right Jack!" Maddie turned to Valerie. "Tell us where they are!"

"Last I saw them, they were under the bridge downtown, but-"

"We're coming for our screwdrivers ghost rats!" Jack shouted as he and Maddie ran towards their RV.

The sound of the RV revving briefly filled the park before the vehicle disappeared, leaving no trace it had even been there besides some tire tracks next to the swings.

"Phew!" Valerie's whole body relaxed once The Fentons were gone. "Alright, you two can come out now."

In the bushes, the white ring reappeared around Danny's waist. It actually managed to split almost a foot before he could force it back together.

"I don't think I can stay in ghost form much longer." Danny whispered to Sam.

"Unfreezing that kid really zapped you, huh?"

"Phantom? Manson?" They heard Valerie call.

"Maybe I can convince her to leave?" Sam said.

"No."

"But Danny, she'll-"

"I know."

Sam's face slowly morphed into shock as the implications of what Danny had said sank in.

"We're coming!" Danny called back to Valerie. "Sam, help me walk out."

"You doing any better?" Valerie asked as he and Sam emerged from the bushes.

"Hanging in." Danny said. "So what is a 'Ghostigatchi' actually?"

"It's just a Tamagatchi." Valerie showed them the black and purple plastic egg. "Most adults don't know what they are, so I figured The Fentons would buy it."

"You take your Tamagatchi ghost hunting?" Sam asked.

"I take Gloria everywhere. And, Manson, if you so much as think about telling my dad I hunt ghosts, I swear I'll-"

"Relax, your secret's safe." Sam said. "Might want to be a little less loose with your identity sharing if you want it to stay a secret though."

Danny had no idea if Sam was being genuine or just trying to goad Valerie.

"Thanks for covering for me." Danny said.

"No problem. Figured those two wouldn't react well to seeing a ghost. Even if he did save everybody."

"Yeah...and there's also something else you should know. About me and The Fentons."

"What is is?"

Before Danny could figure out where to even start, the white ring reappeared around his waist.

Danny turned to Sam.

"I don't think I can hold it back this time."

"Hold what back?" Valerie asked "What is that?"

"It's just that, well, I'm actually only half-ghost."

"You're...what? What do you mean?"

Danny didn't have time to explain any further before the ring split and washed over him, reverting him back into his human form.

"Wait," Valerie said "Wh-what?"

"Surprise!" Danny said, smiling nervously.

Valerie took off her mask, as if needing to check what she was seeing with her own unfiltered eyes. Her mouth was hanging open slightly.

"Fenton?" she said.

"Uh, yeah." he awkwardly confirmed.

"Oh my gosh..." Valerie breathed "What sort of freaky stuff did your parents do to you?!"

Danny felt a crushing sensation in his chest. Looking Valerie in the eye suddenly became difficult and he desperately wanted to run back into the bushes.

"Hey!" Sam snapped. She took a protective half-step in front of Danny. "Danny is not a freak! Thought you'd have a little decency for the guy who saved your life multiple times."

"What? N-no, I just meant, like, are you okay? Are your parents doing...bad things to you? Do you need somewhere to go?"

"Oh, um, no it was an accident." Danny said, still not meeting Valerie's gaze. "I got my ghost powers in an accident. My parents don't even know."

"Oh."

"Even if Danny did need help," Sam glared at Valerie "He'd go to one of his friends!"

"I'm just trying to...I-I didn't mean to..." Valerie's eyes kept flicking between Sam and Danny. She looked completely and utterly lost. "I just-"

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not helping, so just stop! Come on Danny, we're getting you home."

Sam turned them away from Valerie and began walking towards Fenton Works. Valerie didn't say anything, she just watched them go.

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"I think I'm good to walk Sam." Danny said after they'd made it out of the park.

"You sure? I really don't mind."

"Yeah, I'm feeling better. And I don't want people wondering what's up with me."

Danny didn't want anyone to look at him at all right now.

He just wanted to go home.

About halfway back to his house, Sam began rambling incessantly about what had happened. Danny only half listened.

"...can't believe she would be so insensitive..." They had just arrived at the front steps when she seemed to clue in to how silent Danny was.

"Sorry, I'm making things worse, huh?"

"It's fine." Danny didn't look at Sam as he spoke.

That was worrying.

"Hey," Sam said. "Don't listen to Valerie. You're not messed up or whatever, she has no idea what she's talking about. Don't even think about her. Let's focus on something else for a bit. I know! Let's make popcorn bags and watch Dead Teacher 2! That one is still your favourite, right?"

"Sam, it's almost six."

"So?"

"You're probably already late for dinner. You'd better go home."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not abandoning you."

"Sam, I'm fine."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Danny..."

"Seriously. I mean, yeah, I'm not exactly jazzed about what happened, but the fact is it did happen. I'll get over it. It's not like Valerie's someone I really care about or anything."

Sam didn't look convinced.

"Danny, not to sound like Jazz, but I don't think brushing this off is a good idea."

"I'm not brushing this off. Look, I'll call you guys if I, you know, need anything or whatever, but I'm really fine. Besides, you know your parents, if you're late then they might not let you hang out with us all weekend."

Sam looked like she wanted to argue back, but she didn't say anything.

"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow." Danny said, heading inside and shutting the door.

"Oy vey." Sam shook her head and pulled out her cell phone as she started back home. "Tucker? Yeah, Danny's not doing so great. Something happened..."

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Danny let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was home.

He went up to his room and got out the homework Sam had brought over. It wasn't much, just a short story and a reading comprehension sheet. Probably everyone else had finished it in class, and he would've too if a certain ectopus hadn't taken him out of second period.

Danny began to read.

Valerie was in his English class. He had English first period on Monday. He was going to see her basically first thing after the weekend.

Danny wasn't sure if Valerie had ever spoken to him. Well, human him.

She'd probably start thinking about Danny Fenton very differently now. He'd go from the freaky ghost kid to the freak ghost kid.

Danny tried to focus on the story he was reading, but Valerie's reaction at the park was playing over and over in his head. The look on her face, the words she'd said, how she said each word she'd said.

He went over their exchange so many times that it stopped feeling real. Maybe if he just kept replaying it, he could stay in that moment forever, and never have to face the world where Valerie knew.

It doesn't matter, Danny told himself. It happened, he couldn't change that. Valerie wasn't even his friend, so it didn't matter what she thought anyway.

It didn't matter that Valerie was going to see him differently now. It didn't matter that Valerie thought that Danny was some messed up freak...

A tiny splotch of water suddenly appeared on the paper Danny was failing to read. When had he started crying?

No, he wasn't crying, because this wasn't a big deal! It didn't matter what Valerie thought!

It shouldn't matter what she thought.

Valerie thinks you're a freak...

It didn't matter. He knew he wasn't a freak, and that was all that mattered.

Valerie doesn't even hate ghosts, she just thinks you're some creepy kid with creepy powers...

"It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain;" Danny read out loud, desperately trying to speak over his own thoughts. "But once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was-"

And if that's how someone who doesn't hate ghosts reacts, then how will your parents react?

A dam inside Danny burst open. His head sank into his arms and he began sobbing.

He sat there with his face on his desk for at least ten minutes. Danny cried and cried until he just couldn't cry anymore.

It was like he'd released all the feelings he'd been holding in for the last few months through his tears, but Danny didn't feel relief.

He just felt empty.

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Danny didn't say much during dinner. Not that his parents noticed, since they were going on and on about their latest invention, 'The Fenton Fizzler'. Danny had no idea what it was, and he didn't really care to listen to his parent's latest plan to potentially decimate him. It was just too crushing tonight.

He did sit up a little when his dad pulled out a machine the size of a television and set it on the table.

"Welp, I'm done eating," Danny pushed his chair back and stood up "So I'm gonna go upstairs and study."

"That's my little scholar!" Maddie beamed approvingly.

"After a few quick adjustments, this baby'll be ready for a demonstration!" Jack declared, patting The Fizzler proudly.

"Oh joy." Danny muttered dryly while walking to the compost bin.

Jack and Maddie were totally absorbed by The Fizzler, but Jazz was watching Danny. She noticed that he was scraping a bit more than scraps into the compost bin.

Jazz pushed down a lecture about wasting food as she followed Danny into the hallway.

That was a sign he needs support, not criticism, she reminded herself.

"Hey, Danny," Danny stopped with his foot on the bottom step at the sound of Jazz's voice "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Danny turned away from her and began walking up the steps. "I just have a lot of homework."

Jazz bit her lip as she watched Danny disappear upstairs. She hated seeing him suffer alone like this. Sure, he had Sam and Tucker, but they couldn't always be there.

She really wanted to let Danny come to her when he was ready, but sometimes she wondered if it would be better if she-

Ka-Boom!

"Aah!"

"Quick, Maddie, get the fire extinguisher!"

"Hey!" Jazz ran back into the kitchen "My essay's in there!"

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After they'd gotten the fire under control (Jazz's essay was fine, thank goodness), Jazz went up to try and talk to Danny again. Unfortunately, his light was already turned off.

Jazz sighed. Hopefully Danny was sleeping. He seemed like he needed the rest.

Jazz retreated to her own room and sat at her desk. She started to go over her essay again, but she was having trouble paying attention to the words she was reading.

A part of her wanted to burst into Danny's room and tell him that she knew everything, tell him that he could stop hiding, that he could talk to her about whatever was upsetting him.

Of course, she knew that wouldn't help. Telling Danny she knew his secret was a risky move on a good day, never mind when he was already in such deep emotional distress. She'd made the decision to let him come to her when he was ready for a reason.

Still, sticking to that decision could be difficult. Especially during moments like these.

Jazz just wished she could do something to help.

But sometimes, she reminded herself, the most helpful thing you can do is nothing.

Not that she was really doing nothing. She still covered for him with Mom and Dad. She still supported him in little ways, like driving him to school and prepping his lunches so he didn't have to suffer the cafeteria food. She even made him fluffernutters on Wednesdays, despite the fact that they weren't very nutritious, because she knew they were his favourite.

It didn't help with the ghost fighting, but Jazz knew that sometimes little acts of kindness, just signs that someone cared, could make it easier to keep going when things were difficult.

So, no, Jazz wasn't doing nothing, she was doing everything she could.

Even if it didn't feel like enough some days...

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"Well, unfortunately, we need another new toaster," Jack said to Maddie as they carried what remained of The Fenton Fizzler down to the lab "But I'm glad Jazz's essay came out unscathed."

"Yes, I'm glad you managed to grab that first. "Maddie agreed as they set The Fizzler down on a table. "Jazz always works so hard on her essays, I'd hate to think how sad she'd have been if it had gotten burned up."

Maddie pulled out a wrench and began loosening a bolt on a mechanism that looked salvageable.

"Say, Madds?"

"Mm?

"Does something seem off with Danny?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he was barely paying attention when we were explaining how The Fenton Fizzler worked at dinner, and he usually pays very close attention when we talk about our new inventions. And the past few days he's just seemed kind of distracted and quiet."

"Oh." Maddie set down her wrench.

She had, in fact, noticed Danny's odd behaviour. But she'd decided that, since Danny had said in the helicopter that he wasn't ready to talk yet, she wouldn't press him.

Of course, now that Jack was saying it out loud, giving him that much space seemed a bit excessive. What if it was something unrelated to the helicopter talk that was bothering him?

Even if it was that, and he still wasn't ready to talk, then there might have been some other way Maddie could help him while still respecting his boundaries.

"I'll go talk to him once we've made sure what's left of The Fizzler won't spontaneously combust again."

But when Maddie went upstairs nearly an hour later, she found that Danny's door was shut and his lights were off, meaning he was probably sleeping.

Maddie couldn't help but feel like a failure. Putting off talking to Danny was what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Why did she so easily fall back into bad habits?

Sighing, Maddie started down the stairs back to the lab. She glanced over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door.

She hoped Danny was alright, and that he could forgive her for failing to be the parent he deserved.

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Danny had turned off his light early so that Jazz wouldn't come in and try to talk to him, and then proceeded to stay up way too late playing Pac-Man.

At around eleven in the morning, Danny was (very rudely, in his opinion) awoken by the ringing of his cell phone. He didn't even have the energy to grumble as he dug through his bedside drawer and flipped open the phone.

"Whad'yoowan?" Danny blearily greeted whoever was calling him.

"Hey, Danny." Tucker's voice responded. "Did I wake you up?"

"Whyd'yoothintha?"

"Heh, sorry. Listen, Sam told me what happened last night. With Valerie."

"Oh."

"How are you doing."

"...Fine."

There was a moment of silence. Danny was pretty sure he heard a sigh on the other end.

"Well," Tucker said "Sam and I are gonna come over. We don't have to talk about it, we can just play Turbo Racer Six or whatever, but we'll be there soon. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll just eat breakfast and stuff."

"Alright. See you soon man."

"See ya." Danny replied before hanging up.

Danny's thoughts drifted to last night. The scene wasn't replaying itself in horrible obsessive detail like it had earlier, so Danny was able to reflect on it more rationally.

Realistically, Valerie's reaction shouldn't have been that shocking to him. He knew that people finding out he was half-ghost wasn't likely to go over well, that was why he kept it a secret in the first place.

But even so, there was always that stubborn little bit of hope. Maybe that was why it was so painful to hide, because some part of him thought it might be possible, that his family might not reject him if they found out, but maybe give him the understanding and closeness that he longed for.

Or maybe it wasn't hope, but denial. That made more sense. It would explain why Danny didn't feel sad that it was gone. He just felt empty. It sucked, but deep down Danny had always known that acceptance was just a fantasy.

Danny sighed. He just wanted to stay in bed and not face reality, but Sam and Tucker were coming, and he needed to get ready. With great reluctance, Danny threw the blankets off him.

After getting dressed, Danny dragged himself downstairs. No one else was around, but he found a note on the kitchen table:

Danny,

Mom and Dad are out getting groceries, and I'm at the library. I'll be back around 2:00, and, knowing Mom and Dad, they'll probably be out until dinnertime. Feel free to invite Sam and Tucker over, or whatever. I know you have lots of studying to do, but it's important to rest, so just take the morning to relax, and I can help you with your homework later if you want.

Never forget you're amazing, Jazz

Danny rolled his eyes. Like he'd want Jazz helping him with his homework. Her 'helping' usually usually ended up just being a giant reminder of how dumb he was compared to her.

Danny yawned and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

Although, he supposed that it was nice of Jazz to offer her time. Especially since he knew her essay was due on Monday.

Danny groggily ate his breakfast. He'd just put his empty bowl in the sink when he heard the doorbell.

Ding dong!

That was probably Sam and Tucker. They sure got over here quick, Danny thought to himself as he made his way to the front entryway.

Danny opened the door and froze at the sight of Valerie.

"Hey, Danny." she said. Her face looked sombre.

Danny just stood there.

"I'm not going to attack you or anything, you know." Valerie said.

"I-I didn't think that."

"Look, about yesterday..." Valerie rubbed her arm.

Danny gulped.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"I, um, what?"

"I didn't...look, I know I reacted weird. Are your parents home?"

"No, it's just me here. Tucker and Sam are coming over soon, though."

"Can I come in then?"

"Uh, s-sure."

Valerie looked around as Danny led her to the living room. Normally he'd be polite and give her a tour, but his mouth was too dry right now.

They got to the living room and sat in different armchairs.

"So," Valerie folded her hands on her lap "Tucker told me that he and Sam were there when you...you know...and that I'm the first person you've ever really told, including your family. That about right? Just so I know who to keep my mouth shut around?"

"Uh...p-pretty much, yeah."

"It must be rough, being half-ghost when your parents are ghost hunters."

"Um, y-yeah."

It was very, very strange to be talking about this with a schoolmate who wasn't Sam or Tucker. A little bit uncomfortable.

"To be honest," Valerie continued "I didn't really know how to react last night. I mean, in my defense, what are you supposed to say when someone tells you they're half-ghost?"

"Heh, yeah, that's fair." Danny responded mechanically.

"But I was thinking about it, and I realize that that was kind of a big thing you shared with me. And I kind of just freaked out all over you. I know that telling me that secret means that on some level you trust me. I'm not sure if I really earned that trust though."

Danny wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't even sure what to feel.

"Which sucks, because I really owe you. For Axiom and last night."

"Last night? What do you mean?"

"We wouldn't have defeated that ghost without you."

"Are you kidding? You were the one who was immune to its statue powers! I'd be a garden ornament right now if you hadn't shown up."

"I don't know if I'd have had the guts to go for it if you didn't believe in me. I certainly didn't believe in myself last night."

"But, you always seem so confident."

"I am pretty good at most things, but I haven't exactly had a lot of practice fighting ghosts. The small ones I chase away from Casper barely even count."

"Weeeellll, your aim could use a little work." This was easier to talk about. The dynamic with his family and his secret was a touchy subject, but Danny had no issues discussing ghost fighting. "But you'll get better with time. It took me a while to figure stuff out."

"You seem pretty good to me."

"You'll be pretty good someday too. I can tell. You've got the skills, the only difference between you and me is experience."

"You're probably right. Don't know if I'll ever get to your level, though. Those awesome ghost powers give you quite the edge."

"Awesome? Ha, you don't think I'm, like, a freak or whatever?" Danny tried to sound like he didn't care, even though he actually cared a lot.

"No way. It's like you have my suit built right into you. I'm kind of jealous."

"They're not all that great."

"Oh, quit being modest."

"I'm not! There are some serious drawbacks."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"There's a ghost hunter that wants to skin me and hang my pelt on his wall."

"Wait, what? Gross! That's disgusting!"

"See!" Danny smiled triumphantly.

"Okay, but it must be pretty handy being able to fly places and just grab stuff out of your locker without undoing the lock. You can do ghost stuff in human mode, right?"

Danny held up his arm and turned it invisible.

"Woah!"

"What?"

"That's just...so cool!"

Danny smiled. He actually even laughed a little. It felt like some dark clouds had parted inside of him.

Valerie had come over to talk because she felt bad about what she'd said to Danny. She wasn't repulsed by him, she cared about him, even knowing that he was half-ghost.

When Danny had been replaying the reveal at the park in his mind, Valerie had seemed like such an intimidating judgmental force. Her voice had been so cutting and full of disgust, but this morning, in reality, it was full of concern and even admiration. The contrast was jarring, but also heartwarming.

Knowing that he was half-ghost didn't make Valerie see him as any less human.

This was good. Great, actually.

The front door suddenly opened and Sam and Tucker walked in.

"Who's ready for some-" Tucker stopped mid-sentence.

"Oh, hey guys." Danny waved at them, but he forgot that his arm was invisible. He turned it visible and tried again.

"What's she doing here?" Sam crossed her arms.

"Just, clearing up some things from last night." Valerie said. Danny was impressed at how well she resisted Sam's antagonism.

"Did she say any more stupid stuff?" Sam asked Danny.

"What? No, she was actually here to apologize. We're good now. Everything's cleared up."

Danny saw Valerie smile a little at his words.

Sam didn't look convinced, though.

"Take it easy Sam." Tucker put a hand on her shoulder. "Valerie's just trying to help."

"Oh," Sam shrugged off Tucker's hand "So you're on her side?"

"I'm not on anyone's side, I just-"

"Hey, Tucker." Valerie interrupted "Let me talk to her."

"Oh?" Sam let out a mocking laugh "And what makes you think I want to-"

"Sam," Danny said "Please?"

Sam opened her mouth to protest, but closed it when she saw the look on Danny's face, her expression softening.

"Fine." she said.

Danny gave her a small smile.

"Thanks Sam." Danny stood up. "Tucker and I will be in my room. You can just come up when you two are done."

"Nice seeing you Valerie!" Tucker waved as Danny dragged him up the stairs.

Valerie and Sam heard the sound of a door slamming above them, leaving the two of them alone to talk.

Sam crossed her arms and glared at Valerie. Valerie also crossed her arms, but the look she was giving Sam wasn't as hostile.

"You don't have a very high opinion of me, huh Manson?"

Sam just continued to glare.

Valerie sighed.

"I don't really blame you."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I've changed a lot since my dad got fired from Axiom." Valerie continued. "When you lose everything you own and all your friends, it kinds of forces you to really take a look at your life. Figure out your priorities, you know?"

Sam did feel a twinge of sympathy, but she wasn't going to let Valerie know that.

"Still, I guess you only really know 'old Valerie'. The Valerie that who treated people like they were beneath her because they weren't rich or cool enough, or whatever. The Valerie that I'm starting to be ashamed I ever was. The Valerie whose actions I can't go back and change, no matter how much I want to. But pity parties don't get you anywhere, so what I'm going to do instead is put my focus into becoming a better Valerie. Again, I know why you don't like me, and I get it, but do you think you could just give me a chance? To be a better person? To help you guys? To help Danny? I can see that you really care about him."

"I don't have a crush on him!" Sam's steadily softening face instantly hardened again. Everyone always thought that she and Danny had a thing for each other and Sam hated it.

"Alright, alright, I didn't say you did." Valerie raised her hands defensively. "But he definitely means a lot to you. I think that's why you're so angry at me, because you only know old Valerie, who was a jerk, and you think that I'm going to hurt Danny."

"You did hurt Danny. Last night. For some reason, he trusted you, and you made him feel like a freak, which is one of the things he's most afraid of."

If looks could kill, Valerie would have been nothing more than a puddle on the floor.

"I..." Valerie looked at the ground "...I did, you're right. It was an accident, but I guess you're right." Valerie looked back up at Sam "But I want to make it up to him. I can use my tech to help Danny. You've seen me fight ghost, you know I can help."

Sam's expression didn't change.

"Look," Valerie sighed tiredly "To be honest, I don't really need your permission to be a part of this. Tucker and Danny are already cool with me, and I've already been fighting ghosts for the past month."

"That's sooo nice to hear. Why are you wasting my time with this speech if you're just going to do what you want with or without my approval?"

"Because I want it. I want to work with all three of you, so I'd like for all of you to like me. Or at least give me a chance?"

Sam screwed up her face in thought before sighing.

"Fine." she said. "I'll try to be nice and not hex you into oblivion."

"You can do that?"

"Hurt Danny again and find out." Sam smiled for the first time that morning. Valerie preferred the glaring.

"Well," Valerie said "Now that that's all settled, you three seem to have plans, so I'd better get going."

Valerie got up and walked past Sam to the front door. Sam didn't take her eyes off her. Valerie turned to look at her before stepping outside.

"Thanks for giving me a chance, Manson."

"Don't screw it up, Gray."

Valerie gave Sam a small smile before shutting the door behind her.

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"Maybe we shouldn't have left them alone." Danny said to Tucker. "Sam might bite Valerie's head off."

"I wouldn't worry. Valerie's no pushover."

"I'm telling Sam you don't think she could beat Valerie."

"Absolutely do not do that!"

Danny laughed. Tucker tried to sulk, but he couldn't help cracking a grin at Danny.

"Well you seem to be doing better." Tucker said. Then his disappeared "Hey, I'm sorry for pressuring you yesterday. Sam said Valerie's reaction really messed you up last night. I guess I didn't really think about how much trouble telling Valerie could cause you."

"Tuck, it's fine. It was just an idea, you didn't force me to tell Valerie."

"Yeah, but I should've at least considered-"

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about this one. I...hadn't exactly been having the best week when you asked." Danny rubbed the back of his neck embarrassingly.

"You really do seem better now, though."

"Yeah, I really am. On the subject of Valerie, though..."

"What? I thought you two were cool now."

"We are. I'm talking about Valerie and you."

"Me?"

"You've got a crush on her, don't you?"

"What?! That's ludicrous!"

"You're not denying it."

"Danny, that is a totally baseless accusation!"

"Still not denying it."

"Aggh!"

"What's with all the screaming?" Sam asked as she opened Danny's door.

"Nothing." Tucker grumbled.

"So, are you and Valerie cool now?" Danny asked.

"I'm...giving her a chance. But only because I know Tucker likes her."

"WHAT?!"

"Thanks Sam." Danny smiled, ignoring Tucker's outcry. "Now, I don't know about you two, but I am ready to sit back and not do anything that doesn't involve kicking your butts at Turbo Racer for the next four hours."

"You sure you don't want to talk about what happened?" Sam asked.

"Nope!" Danny said. "Actually, after talking with Valerie, I honestly feel a lot better." Sam could tell Danny really meant it, he wasn't trying to ignore his feeling like last night. "Right now, what I could really use is a break from all the ghosts, drama, and ghost drama"

Sam and Tucker looked at each other. They could tell Danny wasn't just trying to push away his feelings this time, he really meant it.

They looked away from each other to smile at Danny.

"And what makes you think you're going to win, Ghost Boy?" Tucker grinned challengingly.

"Oh?" Danny raised an eyebrow "You think you're a challenge for me, Friar Tuck?"

"Come on you two," Sam rolled her eyes "We all know Chaos reigns supreme."

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Thankfully, Danny really did get that break. There were no ghosts attacks for the rest of the day, so he thoroughly enjoyed just playing video games with his friends.

That didn't mean no work, though. As soon as Sam and Tucker left, Danny got to started on his English homework. It didn't take too long, but Danny also had some studying to do for an upcoming history test that he knew Jazz would bug him about if he didn't do it. He had no idea how she always seemed to know when he had homework or an upcoming test.

The rest of the evening had been pretty chill, and Danny had gotten a pretty good sleep in Sunday morning, but unfortunately his dad wanted the lab cleaned after lunch.

Danny grumbled at he scrubbed the lab floor. His dad had said it would be a "quick and easy job", but little did he know that there was a ghost spider egg hidden under one of the tables that was ready to hatch. Danny had managed to suck most of them into the thermos, but a fair number of them he'd ended up squashing, leaving a bunch of ecto-goo for him to clean up.

Ecto-goo was not fun to clean up.

He'd just finished cleaning the spider guts when his ghost sense went off.

"Oh no," Danny glared at the portal and transformed "You are not messing up the lab after I just finished wiping up all that ectoplasm!"

Danny put his hands together and charged up a mega ectoblast, ready to knock whatever came out of that portal right back in.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it." Vlad Plasmius said as he emerged from the portal. "I know how hard ectoplasm is to scrub out."

"Vlad?"

"Daniel." Vlad nodded. "It seems the vultures were right about that safe path. Well, as safe as The Ghost Zone can be, anyway. I don't give those birds enough credit."

"Vlad, what are you doing?" Danny let his ecto blasts fizzle out and transformed back. "My parents could've been in here!"

"They actually were when I checked a few hours ago. Invisibility is a very useful tool, Little Badger. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Um, okay. What's up?"

"Well, I'm sure you remember our little chat the last time we met?"

"Er, yeah." Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wanted to apologize for my sudden and, frankly, rather rude departure. You and your mother were more right than I was able to face at the time. I'm afraid it was all just too much for me to process. I actually had to go back to therapy to sort through some things I thought were long behind me."

Vlad laughed lightly, but his face quickly turned serious.

"But I didn't just come here to apologize. Daniel, after much deliberation and discussion, I've come to a very difficult decision."

Vlad took a deep breath.

"I think it's time I came clean to Jack and Maddie about what the accident did to me."

Vlad paused, waiting for Danny's reaction, but there was none. Danny just stared at him, face unchanged.

This surprised and concerned Vlad.

"Now, I know this might decision might-"

"Why?"

"Pardon me?"

"I don't understand why you want to tell them." Danny felt the anger begin to rise in him. It wasn't as strong as when the vultures had first told him about Vlad's plans, but it was still very much there. "You've already been hiding from them for twenty years, and you're hardly around anyway. What possible reason could you want to tell them now for?"

""Well..." Vlad was taken aback by the hostility in Danny's voice "I...might be willing to come around more often if they knew. Assuming they accepted me, that is."

"That's a pretty big 'if'." Danny scoffed "I don't get it. Why can't you just keep your ghost half a secret when you're around them like I do?"

Vlad took a breath.

"I don't know if this will make sense to you, Daniel, since you only had your accident a few months ago, but I've been living as a ghost-human hybrid for over twenty years, and it's become a rather significant part of who I am. It's not just a secret to keep, it affects how I live my daily life. In negative ways, yes, but also in a lot of positive ones. Hiding my ghostliness means hiding who I am, which is fine when I'm with my business associates or the grocery clerk, but around the friends I'm supposed trust it's..."

A tired look crossed Vlad's face, and he didn't quite look at Danny as he spoke.

"...painful. I've only been able to admit this recently, but keeping this secret has been hurting me for years. When I'm with Jack and Maddie, in a way it doesn't feel like it's really me there. Whether I want to or not, I can't go back to being the Vlad Masters your parents knew in college. He simply doesn't exist anymore."

Vlad's words reminded Danny of the ones that he'd said to Sam in his bedroom the other day, but Danny's still found himself angry.

"If you just made an effort-"

"Daniel, these past few months were me making an effort."

"So that's it? You're bad at lying, so you're just willing to risk losing your friendship with them?"

"We've barely spoken to each other in twenty years. It's like you said, In a way I've already lost them."

Danny's words being used against him made his blood boil. He was too angry for his brain to form a response.

"All things considered," Vlad continued "I may actually have a lot more to gain by telling them."

"Like what? Them never talking to you again?"

"I do understand your reluctance, but I've made up my mind that telling them is worth risking our pathetic excuse for a friendship."

"You know, this puts me at risk too Vlad! It's not just you!"

"That's why I wanted to talk to you about it first."

"Well, if you're looking for permission, the answer's 'no'."

"If you truly feel that this puts you at risk, then I won't tell them, but I really think that this could be beneficial for you."

"Really, how?" Danny scoffed.

"Well, I don't know if you'd ever want to tell your parents what the portal really did to you, but if you let me tell them about me, then you'll at least know how they'll react."

Danny blinked is surprise. He hadn't even considered that.

"You...you mean, you would..." Danny shook his head. "They'd figure out that I was half-ghost too. We had the same accidents, it's not that hard to put two and two together."

"Our accidents, although both caused by ghost portals, I believe were different enough that your parents won't connect the dots. Remind me, what were the after-effects of your accident?"

"After-effects?"

"Yes. I was hospitalized for sometime, and suffered and unfortunate case of, um, erm..."

"Ecto-acne?"

"Yes, that. Anyway, I believe the energy you were exposed to was more purified, so I assume you didn't necessarily have the same...physical ailments I did. Your portal is also much bigger than the one that malfunctioned in our college. Were you even conscious when you were brought to the hospital?"

"I didn't go to the hospital."

"...What?"

"I mean, it was the most terrifying experience of my life, and afterwards I was pretty scared that my parents might catch me phasing through stuff or turning invisible by accident, but physically I was fine. I probably should have gone to a therapist, but once I figured out how to go back to looking like my human self, you couldn't even tell that I'd just had all my molecules rearranged."

There was a pause.

"You're telling me," Vlad spoke slowly "That I spent almost three months hospitalized, in various degrees of extreme fever, with an incredibly humiliating skin condition, and you walked out of that," Vlad thrust an arm out to the swirling portal behind him "Without so much as a-"

Vlad put a gloved hand over his face and took a deep breath. A very deep breath.

"Beer cheese soup...never mind that now. As I was saying, our accidents were...different enough that I don't believe your parents will connect them. Did you ever consider that my portal incident had changed me the same way it did on you when you heard about it?"

"Er, no."

"You see? It's easy to spot patterns when you know what you're looking for. But when you don't know there are even clues to be found at all, the most obvious truths can go right over someone's head."

"Like how no one figures out Clark Kent is Superman?"

"Yes, exactly! Frankly, considering the fact that you consistently set off their devices meant to work on ghosts, and they still haven't suspected anything, I think you're secret is quite safe. Honestly, Daniel, I didn't even realize who you were in your ghost form, even though it looks nearly identical to your human form, and if anyone should have been able to put two and two together, it's me. I'll even add emphasis on the impurity of the ectoplasmic energy that blasted me to throw them off the scent."

Danny was speechless. This was a golden opportunity. Danny had been wanting to tell his parents for a long time. If Vlad told them first, then he'd know for sure whether telling them was safe.

This was exactly what Danny wanted. But...

"But they might might reject you. Vlad, what if they try to kill you? What if they hate you? I know you said you've already lost them in a way, but you might really lose them."

"I like to think they won't. I know Jack and Maddie be be a bit...pathological. But I was friends with them for a long time. When it comes down to it, they have good hearts. This will certainly come as a shock to them, and I'm sure it'll take some adjusting, but I think when it comes down to it, they'll accept me for all I am. Don't you?"

"I-I think so...but if they don't..."

"I know the risks, Daniel. And I've accepted them. "

Danny felt his anger melting away as Vlad's words sunk in.

With his head cooler, Danny realized that he'd been trying to shut Vlad down the same way he'd been trying to shut down the voice that urged him to tell his family.

He hadn't really been talking to Vlad for the past few minutes. Vlad had already considered every point Danny brought up, likely much more deeply than Danny had even had the time to.

But what if Vlad was wrong?

But what if he wasn't?

"When did you plan on telling them?"

"I thought I'd invite your family out to my cottage for a weekend getaway. If...that's alright with you, that is."

"You mean the one in Colorado?"

"While there has been some debate on what that particular structure is technically classified as, it is not even a little bit a cottage. My cottage is by a lake, and free of ghost fauna. Does that sound alright to you?"

Danny didn't answer right away.

"Yeah." He finally said, his stomach doing a little flip-flop. "I'd be okay with that."

Vlad's eyes widened slightly.

"Just to be clear," he said "You're giving me permission to tell Jack and Maddie about my ghost powers on said getaway?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Excellent!" Vlad smiled wide. "Oh, I'm so glad you've said yes! Now, I believe I'll head home and make a phone call to your house, as ludicrous as that is. Thank you, Daniel, for letting me do this. I really appreciate it. I know that wasn't a decision you made lightly."

"Yeah. I know I was arguing with you pretty hard earlier, but honestly I've kind of wanted to tell them for a while too. It's just..."

"I know."

"Yeah."

Vlad turned to head back through the portal.

"Wait!"

"What is it?"

"When exactly did you plan for the trip to happen?"

"I have a free weekend in two weeks, and I thought then might be a good time. Is that a problem?"

"No, that's fine. There's just one thing I want to do first..."

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Danny stared at Jazz from the doorway. She hadn't noticed he was there yet, and was scribbling away in a notebook, two very large books open on either side of her.

He could just leave. Once he told her, there was no going back. He didn't have to do this.

It was so tempting, to just turn around and walk away from all the risk. But Danny wanted to tell her before Vlad told his parents. He wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe he wanted to prove he wasn't a coward who let Vlad take all the risks for him, maybe he wanted some backup in case things went really wrong, or maybe he was tired of fear keeping him from going to one of the people he trusted most (even if he'd never admit it).

All Danny really knew was that the longer he waited, the more time he'd spend stewing in anxiety.

Better to just jump in and get it over with.

"Hey Jazz." he said.

"Hey Danny." She looked up and smiled at him. "What's up?"

"Uh, do you know where Mom and Dad are?"

"Grocery shopping."

"Didn't they just go yesterday?"

"Apparently they got distracted by some ghost rats or something and never actually made it to the store. They said they were bringing home pizza. Why, did you need something from them?"

Danny's stomach suddenly dropping made it hard to speak, but he knew hesitating too long would worry Jazz, so he forced himself to start talking.

"I, um, actually wanted to tell you something." It almost felt like someone else was saying those words. Those words that he couldn't back out of. "It's...about the accident."

This was it. He'd crossed the threshold.

The smile faded from Jazz's face. She closed her notebook and pushed it away without looking at it.

"Do you want to sit down?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, I guess that'd be good."

Danny began making his way toward a chair on the opposite end of the table, but Jazz pulled out the chair beside her. He hesitated briefly, but took the chair beside Jazz, turning it so that he was facing her.

Tick, tick...

Had the kitchen clock's ticking always been this prominent?

"Okay," Danny said, not even noticing how tightly his hands clutched the hem of his shirt "Okay, so, um, it's, I, I-"

"Take your time Danny." Jazz said. "Breathe. I'm not going anywhere."

"Right." Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This was hard. He'd never actually told anyone himself before. Sam and Tucker had been there for the accident, Vlad had found out by beating him into unconsciousness (which actually sounded pretty bad out of context), and with Valerie he'd kind of just let the secret reveal itself. He had told Sam and Tucker about Vlad, but this was different.

Did he just blurt it out and get it over with? Did he try to slowly explain things and break it to Jazz gently?

Danny knew he should have come up with a plan, but thinking too hard about the fact that he was actually going to tell Jazz made him feel sick. He'd barely been able to stomach sending Sam and Tucker a message about what he was about to do, and he still hadn't read their replies.

Tick, tick...

"Jazz do you...do you believe Mom and Dad when they say all ghosts are evil?"

"Our parents are wrong about a lot of things, Danny. I take everything they say with a grain of salt."

Jazz smiled softly. Danny found the strength to smile back.

"And of course," Jazz continued "There's that ghost kid whose always saving everyone. He saved my life twice you know. He's definitely good."

On the one hand, that was good to hear. On the other, people talking about Phantom in front of him made Danny squirm on an average day, never mind when he was seconds away from revealing that they were secretly the same person.

"Sorry," Jazz laughed gently "I'm rambling. I'll let you keep talking. Unless you ask another question."

"Ha, ha, thanks." Danny laugh sounded fake and distracted, even to him. He suddenly noticed how dry his mouth was. He swallowed to try and get some moisture back, but it didn't really help. He decided to just jump into it. Jazz would be surprised, but she'd accept him. He knew she would.

He was pretty sure she would.

"It's just, The Fenton Portal, when it went off, it...changed me. " He paused. True to her word, Jazz said nothing. "It, and this is going to sound crazy, I know, just bear with me, but The Fenton Portal...it made me half-ghost."

Jazz smiled gently at him.

"I know."

Danny's heart stopped. He'd been prepared for Jazz to react in so many different ways; surprised, confused, anxious, even fearful, but never in a million years had he expected that.

It was more disorienting than being punched in the face by Skulker.

"You- I- you what?"

"I know you have ghost powers." Jazz said. "I know you're Danny Phantom."

"N-no." Danny stood up. "There's no way! Y-you can't have..."

Danny was completely blindsided. It was hard to make sense of his thoughts through the weird mixture of anger and confusion that flooded his brain. He didn't really have a good reason to feel so hurt, but it felt like he'd just found out that someone had been tricking him.

In a way, this almost felt worse than rejection.

Jazz stood up and grabbed Danny's shoulders.

"Danny, look at me." She said firmly. "Breathe. It's okay. I've known for a long time. I've been doing what I could to keep Mom and Dad off your back."

Danny pushed Jazz off of him and turned around. He didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry. Maybe it was wrong to keep this from you," For the first time that evening, Jazz started to sound unsure "But I wanted to wait until you were ready to tell me. I didn't want to force you. I didn't mean to-"

She stopped talking when she heard a loud sniff from Danny. He was trying to hide it, but there was no mistaking it; he was crying.

Jazz stopped talking. She walked in front of Danny and put a hand on his shoulder. He scrunched up his body at her touch, but he didn't push her off.

"Danny?"

He looked up at Jazz. His eyes had started to turn red, and she could tell he was using every fibre of his being to hold back tears.

Danny reached up and wiped one of his eyes roughly with the heel of his palm.

Something in Jazz broke.

"Don't try to fight it." Jazz tried to sound confident, but her voice wasn't as steady as she hoped it would be. "It's okay, you're safe here. You can...y-you can..."

The more she looked at Danny's puffy eyes and ever-so-slightly trembling lips, the harder it was to find words. She wanted to say the right thing, whatever it was that would make Danny feel better.

Danny had gone through so much, been through so much pain because of all the hiding he'd done from his family. From her.

What could Jazz possibly say to make all that better?

Feeling lost and desperate, she just wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could. At first Danny didn't respond, but then she felt his body begin to quake with sobs and his fists clung to her shirt.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"You shouldn't be." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jazz felt tears sliding down her own face as Danny buried his head in her shoulder.

It was hard to tell how long they stayed like this. Jazz felt her back starting to cramp, but she was willing to remain hunched down forever. For Danny.

"I'm okay now Jazz." he eventually said.

Jazz didn't move or respond. She just wanted to hold her baby brother like this and keep him safe forever.

But she did allow Danny to gently wriggle out of her grip.

The two of them just stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Do you want to sit down?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah."

The two of them sat in the chairs they were sitting in before. Neither of them said anything right away.

"Do you, um..." Danny struggled to find the right words.

"What?" Jazz asked gently.

"Did you, like, have any questions you wanted to ask me? About the whole half-ghost thing?"

Jazz smiled.

"Yeah, actually. If you don't mind."

"Yeah, it's cool."

"Okay, just to make sure I have everything straight, Sam and Tucker are the only other people who know?"

"Yeah. Well, besides Vla-" Nope. Danny didn't know if he was allowed to tell her that yet. "-aaalerie."

"Valerie?" Jazz frowned "As in Valerie Gray?"

"Yup. That's the one."

"Okay. So what's the story there?"

"You know that new ghost hunter, The Red Huntress?"

"Yeah...hang on, are you saying Valerie's The Red Huntress?"

"Apparently."

"Huh. Okay. Wait," Jazz's suddenly sat up straight, her face filled with panic "Were you forced to reveal yourself because she captured and tortured you?"

"What? No, no. I ran into her while fighting a ghost and, unlike Mom and Dad, she was nice to me as a ghost, so I figured it'd be a good idea for us to work together."

Jazz visibly relaxed. Danny decided to save the long version of what had gone down for another day.

"Okay. So I'm basically all caught up. I just have one more question. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now. I didn't expect to break down like that. It's kind of embarrassing, but I guess I was kind I've been kind of worried about how telling you would go for a while, and-"

"No. I mean, I'm glad you're emotionally okay now, but I meant with the ghost fighting."

"What?"

"I know Mom and Dad trained us how to handle ourselves pretty well in combat, especially against ghosts, and you always seemed okay, but I just want to check that you're not too overwhelmed or anything."

"Oh, nah, I'm good. It was kind of tricky at first, especially since my powers were so hard to control, but Sam and Tucker helped out and we've pretty much got the hang of it. Big ghosts don't show up too often, so we keep up pretty okay. Of course, we don't exactly control when the ghosts do show up, so there are some occasional hiccups."

"Like that time with your English exam?"

"Yeah, right, totally." That particular hiccup probably had more to do with the all-nighters Danny pulled after the latest DOOMED update, but Jazz didn't need to know that. "I mean, sure, I'd rather they didn't show up at 3:00 am sometimes, but overall, fighting ghosts is actually kind of cool."

"That's a relief to hear." Jazz smiled. "But still, I'm glad you had Sam and Tucker so you didn't have to go through all that alone."

"Yeah..." Danny rubbed the back of his neck guiltily "Look, Jazz, they were there when the accident changed me, I didn't go to them before you, I trust you, I just-"

"Danny, you don't have to justify yourself. I'm not going to judge how you responded to a situation as drastic as becoming half-ghost. I know you, and I believe you did what you thought was best, for yourself and the people around you. You may be kind of a snarky moody teenager these days-"

"Hey!"

"-but you're the kind of person who always tries their best. You always have been."

Danny didn't say anything. It was genuinely touching that Jazz thought of him that way. Sure, he knew she loved him, but Danny hadn't realized that she also believed in him. Or how much that meant to him.

Danny and Jazz turned their heads at the sound of screeching tires.

"Mom and Dad are home." Jazz said.

"You don't say."

"See, there's that snarkiness I was talking about."

"Well, for you informati-"

"Hello Kids!" A smiling Maddie kicked open the front door, arms full of grocery bags. Jack followed closely behind her with two boxes of pizza and a singular burlap sack.

"What's in the bag?" Danny asked.

"We finally tracked down those ghost rats, Danny-boy!" Jack beamed.

"That sack's full of ghost rats?!" Jazz's face paled.

"Nope! Those darned vermin got away." Jack set the pizzas on the counter and then turned the bag upside down, dumping a small mountain of screwdrivers onto the kitchen table. "But we found these!"

"The ghost rats...were real?" Danny stared at the pile of screwdrivers in disbelief.

"Ooh! You kids will never guess who called us while we were out!" Maddie piped up as she put away various groceries.

"Who?" Jazz asked.

"It was Vladdie!" Jack said. "Sadly, my cell phone going off was what alerted the rats to our trap and allowed them to escape, but on the bright side he's invited us all to spend a weekend at his cottage!"

"Well that's...pretty sudden." Jazz raised an eyebrow. "We haven't seen him in three months, and he suddenly wants us to go on vacation with him?"

"Yup!" Jack beamed, not seeing Jazz's point at all. "And he said Danny could bring Sam and Tucker with him!"

"Oh, for real?" Danny said "Sweet!"

"What...why...?" Jazz was completely baffled. "Has he even met your friends?"

"Yeah, he..."

Danny suddenly remembered that this was not a group he could talk about the Axiom situation with.

"...saw them on the stairs when he came over that one time."

Jazz just stared at Danny. After a few seconds, she stood up.

"You know what? I'm just going to roll with whatever is going on. My brain has had enough tonight. I need pizza." Jazz opened one of the boxes. She instantly closed it again. "Never mind, that one's Dad's abomination."

"Aw, come on Jazzy-pants." Jack put his hand on Jazz's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with pineapple on pizza."

"There is if there's also anchovies on said pizza."

"I'm telling you, you kids would love it if you just tried it!" Jack said, taking a slice from the box. Behind him, Maddie shook her head frantically and mouthed the word 'no'.

"Well, as tempting of an idea as that is," Danny opened the other box "I think I'll stick with pepperoni."

Just as Danny was about to take the first bite, a familiar chill ran up his body, escaping from is mouth in a puff of mist.

Jazz, who had noticed Danny's breath, followed his gaze to the window in time to see a dark figure in overalls float by.

"Ugh," she said dramatically "I just remembered, Danny, you forgot to log out of DOOMED on my computer again."

"What? Jazz, your computer doesn't even-" Danny noticed the look Jazz was giving him, and it clicked "Oh. I mean, yeah, I'll go up and do that right now." Danny stood up.

"There's no way I'm trusting you in my room alone." Jazz stood up too.

"Kids," Maddie frowned "Can't this wait until after dinner?"

"I don't want Danny's game eating my battery. Don't worry, this'll be quick."

"Alright." Maddie relented. "Danny, try to remember to log off of Jazz's computer in the future."

Jazz and Danny bolted up the stairs together, stopping on the landing. Jazz looked at Danny.

"Do you need help?"

"Nah, I got this."

"Are you sure?" Jazz pulled out a small rod. She hit a button and it extended a meter and sparked on the end. "Because I am fully prepared to obliterate anyone who tries to mess with you. Human or ghost."

"Woah." Danny blinked at the weapon a few times before giving Jazz a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's just The Box Ghost. This'll be quick. He's as threatening as a bag of wet cotton candy."

"HEY!" A familiar blue head popped out of the wall. "THAT IS AN INACCURATE ASSESMENT OF MY POW-!"

"Yaaaahhhhh!" Jazz let out a startled scream and jabbed The Box Ghost with her rod.

"Auuuughh!" He let out a painful yell before falling the rest of the way through the wall, landing on the floor between Danny and Jazz.

"Everything all right up there kids?" Maddie called from the kitchen.

"Yup!" Danny said.

"Everything's fine!" Jazz said

"Euuugh..." The Box Ghost said.

"All right. Hurry up, your pizza's getting cold!"

Danny and Jazz looked at each other. They looked back down at the dazed Box Ghost. Danny pulled out The Thermos and sucked him into it.

"Wow, that was quick." Jazz said. She hit the button on her rod, shrinking it back to its original size. "Back to pizza?"

"Yeah, back to pizza."

As they walked down the stairs, Danny realized something; he felt better than he had in weeks. Maybe even months.

Sure, he still had his parents to deal with, but he was telling some people, and they didn't hate him. They didn't look down on him or feel too differently at all.

Jazz still wanted to protect him, which was often quite annoying, but it was what Jazz did. Learning he was half-ghost hadn't really changed the way she looked at him, which was all Danny wanted. It was everything he'd hoped for. Something he'd been too scared to even hope for sometimes.

And yet, it was what happened. And it felt good.

"Hey Jazz?"

"Yeah Danny?"

"I'm glad I told you."

Jazz smiled.

"Me too."

She came over and wrapped an arm around Danny. He let his head lay on her shoulder for a few seconds before pushing her away and reentered the kitchen. Jazz rolled her eyes as she followed him.

Danny listened to his parents go on about their call with Vlad. They were very excited about the trip. Danny was excited too, and very happy for his parents, but he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

That trip held great potential for disaster. In two weeks, his parents love was going to be put to the ultimate test.

But right now, things were good, and Danny was going to enjoy that.

[sunnys567]

Friends in Strange Places Ch. 4

What if Vlad was good instead of evil? Link to chapter 1:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/39040329/chapters/97656390

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"Again, sorry for being late." Valerie said to Tucker as they walked to his house. "You know how Mr Garcia can get with his end of class lectures."

"Yeah, been there." Tucker nodded. "Sounds like he broke his record for longest-winded speech today. Lucky you. Anyway, here we are," Tucker spread out his arms "Casa Foley!"

Tucker's house was green with dark shutters. He lived on one of those streets that had trees planted along the road. It was a nice house. Valerie kind of wish she lived here. Her old house had had a private garden filled with shrubbery. She didn't realize how much she missed the greenery.

They ascended the front steps and Tucker opened the door for Valerie.

"Hey Mom!" Tucker called as they entered the house.

"Welcome home Sweetheart" Valerie heard a voice call back. "Did you have a good day at school?"

"Yeah. I hope you don't mind, but I brought a friend over."

"Oh, is it Danny?"

"No, her name's Valerie."

Angela Foley appeared in the hall with a plate and a dish towel in her hand.

"Well, it's nice to meet you Valerie." Angela smiled. "I don't remember the last time Tucker brought someone over who wasn't Danny or Sam."

"Ha ha, yeah." Tucker said. "We're just going to go upstairs and work on some homework and maybe hang out a bit."

"Ah, yes, homework! Well, don't let me keep you. We're having meatloaf for dinner if you're interested Valerie."

"Thanks Mrs Foley, but I probably won't stay too long. My dad's expecting me."

"Suit yourself. I'll be in the kitchen if you kids need me."

"Okay, thanks mom!" Tucker called as he led Valerie up the stairs.

Angela smiled to herself as she walked back to the kitchen. It was nice that Tucker was expanding his social circle.

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"Your mom seems pretty friendly." Valerie said as Tucker shut his bedroom door.

"Yeah, but she'd probably have wanted to talk to you for another hour if I hadn't mentioned homework. Anyway, you got the glove?"

"Yup." Valerie pulled a black glove out of her bag and handing it to Tucker.

He frowned when he looked at it.

"You're right-handed, right?"

"Yeah?"

"You sure you want the shield on your left glove? Makes more sense to have it on your dominant hand."

"No, I want it on the left."

Tucker furrowed his brow.

"To be honest, it doesn't really make sense to incorporate the shield into a glove in the first place. I mean, if a ghost attacks, it'd be faster to just pull out the shield than it is to put on a glove. So, it would only make sense to fuse the shield to the glove if you planned on wearing the glove all of the ti-"

Something clicked in Tucker's brain. He remembered the books Valerie had been carrying when he'd bumped into her in the hall shortly after the Axiom attack. How angry and upset she'd been by the whole situation.

"Valerie. You're not planning on hunting ghosts are you?"

"Weellllll-"

"Valerie! Do you have any idea how reckless that is? Ghosts are dangerous, and you need to know what you're doing, and have the right equipment! Normal weapons don't work on ghosts, and you can't exactly fight them with just this tiny shield! You need real ghost weapons!"

"For your information, Foley, I do know what I'm doing, and I already have 'real' ghost weapons."

More gears began to click in Tucker's brain. He'd seen a ghost hunter with black gloves. And Valerie's voice and build were pretty close to-

"Oh my gosh." The glove slipped out of Tucker's hand as his eyes went wide. "You're The Red Huntress!"

"Hey!" Valerie said, suddenly on defensive "How do you know that name?"

"She kind of shouts it really loud when she- you're chasing down ghosts."

Tucker sat down on his bed and stared at the ground. This revelation was blowing his brain, although he had to admit it that made perfect sense.

When Tucker looked up, the sight of a glaring Valerie centimeters from his face almost made his jump off the bed.

"I swear Foley, if you tell anyone, especially my dad, I'm going to-"

"Hey, hey, relax!" Tucker held up his hands and scooched back on the bed. "I told you, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets. I swear I won't rat you out."

"Good." Valerie took a step back, but her face was no longer friendly.

Tucker was too nervous to say anything. Valerie wasn't feeling particularly chatty either.

It wasn't long before the tension finally became too much for Tucker to bear.

"So...where did you get your gear?"

"None of your business." Valerie's glare hardened.

"You don't trust me at all, huh?"

Valerie didn't say anything.

"Am I the first person you've told?"

"Not that I wanted to tell you, but yes."

"Oh."

"Oh what?"

"So you've been doing this all on your own?"

"I've been doing fine on my own, thanks."

"Not saying you aren't," Tucker glanced at the glove on the floor. "But that just kind of sounds like it sucks."

Tucker thought he saw Valerie's expression soften ever so slightly, so he decided to keep going.

"You know, I meant what I said earlier. I'm pretty good at keeping secrets, and I'm not going to tell your dad. Parents are great, but I get that sometimes you don't want them involved. They might worry, or worse, try and stop you, and... I know it sucks being benched when you know there's something you can do to help."

Valerie's face softened, but she wasn't smiling. She wasn't making eye contact with Tucker. He wasn't sure if that was good or not.

"Anyway, it might take a few days, and a lot of help from my tech forums, but I think I can do it. Put the shield into your glove, I mean."

"Thanks."

"No problem. I don't really need anything else from you, and it seems like you don't really want to talk right now, so I guess I'll see you in school tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sure."

Valerie walked over to Tucker's door. She put her hand on the door knob. After a brief hesitation, she turned back to face Tucker.

"Hey, um, before I go," she said "Have you ever tried flying?"

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"AAAAHHHH!"

Tucker clung to Valerie's waist for dear life as they sailed through the night sky.

"Thrilling, isn't it?" She called over her shoulder.

"That's one word for it!" Tucker nervously replied. "Watch out for that tree!"

"Relax, I know what I'm doing."

Valerie dipped the hoverboard down briefly before rocketing upwards. Tucker screamed again and shut his eyes as they burst through the through the leafy branches.

After a few seconds, Tucker felt the hoverboard stop moving.

"You can open your eyes now." Valerie said. "Trust me, you're gonna want to see this."

Hesitantly, Tucker opened his eyes.

"Woah..." he breathed.

He'd expected to see stars, but it was too cloudy for that tonight. That being said, Tucker had never been this close to the clouds before. It was incredible seeing just how massive they were. The sight might have been terrifying if the clouds weren't so fluffy. Tucker almost wanted to reach out and touch one, but he was still too scared to let go of Valerie.

"Look down."

"Isn't that the one thing you're not supposed to do when you're up high?"

"Just do it, you idiot."

And so Tucker did.

Amity Park looked even cooler than the clouds. The city was full of tiny sparkling lights. They weren't like the stars, these lights were gathers in dense clusters. It reminded Tucker more of fireflies. Not that Tucker had ever actually seen fireflies, but he assumed that this was what they'd look like, minus the colour variations from neon signs.

You could see how the layout of the roads and sidewalks all fit together, making hundreds of not-quite-squares. It always felt like it took forever to walk one place to another in Amity, and now Tucker could see it all.

It was an amazing ,but also kind of weird seeing Amity Park from this angle. It was like Tucker was looking at his entire life.

Wow, that was stirring some emotions.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

"Yeah," Tucker's grip on Valerie relaxed ever so slightly. "It really is."

Danny had carried Tucker via flight a few times, and Tucker had tried flying himself when he was briefly half-ghost, but he'd never really had the opportunity to just stop and take in the view from this high up.

Tucker wondered if Danny ever came up to just hang out in the sky. He hoped he did.

"Up here, it feels like it's just you and the stars." Valerie said "Everything down there? All your problems and the people you know? They all feel really small and far away down there. For a few minutes you can just exist without worrying about all that stuff."

"Yeah, that's exactly it." Tucker looked over at Valerie. "Do you spend a lot of time up here."

"I used to come up here at night when I couldn't sleep. Guess I kind of stopped. I should come up here more."

The serene moment was interrupted by the sound of Tucker's stomach growling.

"Sorry." he said "You wanna grab a nasty burger?"

"Didn't your mom already make a meatloaf?"

"You think I don't have room in here for a Nasty Combo and my mom's meatloaf?" Tucker patted his stomach. "I'm offended. I'll pay if you drive."

"Alright, deal."

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A sunken eyed employee opened the drive-thru window.

"Welcome to the Nasty Burger. What can I get for- hang on, the drive-thru is only for customers with vehicles."

"Do hoverboards count?" Valerie asked.

The employee stuck his head out the window and looked down at their board. He blinked slowly and sighed.

"Sure, why not. What would you like to order?"

"We'll take two Nasty Combos, one diet cola, one diet iced tea, and upsize one of the fries."

"That'll be $13.95." Tucker handed over some cash. "Please proceed to the next window."

"Thanks." Tucker saluted as Valerie flew to the second window.

They hovered there for about a minute. A peppy teenager soon appeared and opened the window, greasy white bag in hand.

"Two Nasty Combos with diet, iced tea, and- "

Her cheery expression melted into confusion when she got a good look at the masked figure and teenager on a hoverboard.

"Whaaaaa...?"

Tucker took the bag from her hand.

"Thanks!" he smiled politely at her . Her expression did not change as Valerie zoomed off back towards Amity Park Park.

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When they got back to Amity Park Park, they sat down by a tree to eat. Valerie had barely unwrapped her burger before Tucker was begging her to let him try out her mask.

"Okay, fine." she rolled her eyes affectionately.

"Yes!" Tucker pumped his fist as Valerie handed him her mask. He slipped it on over his face.

"Wow, everything looks so red."

Valerie grinned evilly and hit some buttons on her wrist.

"Agh! That's a lot of information!"

Valerie laughed and toggled the statistics off.

"Yeah," she said "You have to get used to seeing things through the visor. It's pretty useful once you do but, between that and learning how to fly on the hoverboard, it took like two months before I felt even remotely ready to try going after a ghost."

"And how'd that go?" Tucker asked, pulling the mask off.

"Pretty bad." Valerie laughed. "I thought I'd gotten pretty good at flying, but I fell off my board twice. Turns out flying's a lot harder when you're actively chasing a ghost, and not just doing laps around the park. Luckily my hoverboard comes back to catch me when I fall."

"It does? That's awesome!"

"Right? If I only had a way to actually hold onto the ghosts, I'd be all set. That ghost Danny Phantom's got some gizmo that sucks up ghosts. I tried to ask his about it, but he just disappeared and flew away."

"Oh. D-did he?"

"Yeah. He saved my life once, so I figured he was probably friendly, but guess I was wrong."

"Maybe he just needs to warm up to you?" Tucker shrugged "I mean, being a ghost and all, he's probably not used to humans trying to be friends with him. Most people he meets probably react the opposite way to ghosts." This was a very surreal way to talk about Danny.

"I guess. For now all I'll just have to stick with scaring the ghosts away."

"That's ironic."

"Shut up!" Valerie smiled and pushed Tucker's shoulder. "For real, though. Ghosts used to hold so much power over me. After that dog attacked Axiom, I was scared all the time. I couldn't even sleep most nights. Being The Red Huntress liberates me. It gives me power over those monsters. Just having the suit makes me feel safe and strong, and I'm not afraid anymore!"

Valerie suddenly blushed.

"Sorry, I'm oversharing. Don't really have anyone else to talk to about this."

"Nah, you're good, I get it." Tucker said. "Ghosts can be...a lot to deal with. You've got to talk to someone about all the craziness. I'd go insane without Danny and Sam. Although I suppose I wouldn't be dealing with ghosts at all if it weren't for Danny..."

Tucker began to sweat. Was he saying too much?

"I suppose." Valerie laughed. "Do Fenton's parents ever take you ghost hunting?"

"What? Me? Ghost hunting? No way!" Tucker hoped Valerie didn't notice how high-pitched his voice was. "That would be way too dangerous. And a waste of my gifts."

"Gifts?"

"My good looks and natural charisma!"

"...right."

The two of them took a bite of their burgers at the same time, leaving things silent while they chewed.

"Hey, Val?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for showing me the sky. And for trusting me with all that. I had a really great night."

"Yeah, me too."

Tucker and Valerie turned away from each other just in time to miss the other one's blush.

They just sat and talked about nothing in particular between bites of their food. Once they'd finished, Valerie flew them back to Tucker's house, and they snuck in through his bedroom window. Valerie changed out of her suit (it took every fibre of Tucker's willpower not to geek out over the way it folded into her backpack), and the two of them headed downstairs so Valerie could leave.

"See you in school tomorrow." she waved.

"Bye." Tucker waved back as Valerie shut the door.

"Valerie seems like a nice girl." Tucker's mother said once she'd left.

"I agree. When did you two meet?" Tucker's dad asked, grinning and raising an eyebrow.

"Slow down, Dad. We're just partners in bio."

"You know, your mother and I started as bio partners."

"It was actually home economics, dear." his mother corrected. The two of them smiled at each other, clearly thinking about fond memories.

"Right, well I'm going to go hide in my room while before you two start making out."

"I can't believe you would talk to your own parents that way." His mother tousled Tucker's beret as he passed her on the way to the stairs.

"And I can't believe you two would be so risqué in front of your son!" Tucker dramatically threw his arm over his face as he ascended the stairs.

Tucker's smile faded as he shut the door to his room, realizing he now had a serious dilemma.

On the one hand, Valerie being The Red Huntress definitely seemed like the kind of thing Danny should know. On the other hand, it wasn't fair to out Valerie like that.

He couldn't even ask her if she was okay with him telling Danny without revealing Danny's secret, and he couldn't ask Danny if he was okay with him telling Valerie without revealing Valerie's secret.

After thinking about it for a bit over a few solo rounds of DOOMED, Tucker decided he was just going to have to keep both their secrets. This probably meant that he was going to want to scream every time those two obliviously interacted, but he was just going to have to suffer in silence.

"Tucker!" His mom called up "Dinner's ready!"

Good, meatloaf made suffering much easier.

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Danny had been planning on telling Sam and Tucker about Valerie first thing at school that morning. Unfortunately, some ectopus had other plans. Danny hadn't even finished breakfast when his ghost sense went off.

Ectopuses were slippery ghosts, and Danny only got it into the thermos two minutes before the end of home room.

He managed to transform back, grab all his stuff, and arrive at first period just as the second bell rang. Ms Murphy gave him a look, but didn't say anything.

"Ghost attack?" Tucker whispered as Danny sat down net to him and Sam.

"Yeah. Listen, I've got something really-"

"Danny, Tucker, your discussion can wait until after class."

"Yes Ms Murphy." Danny and Tucker replied.

Danny had never been more anxious for a class to end. He almost cheered when the bell finally rang.

"So, what were you saying earlier?" Tucker asked as the trio walked out of Ms Murphy's classroom.

"Okay, so yesterday, I was fighting The Box Ghost-"

"That's very exciting news." Sam interrupted.

"That's not the end of the sentence." Danny glared at Sam. "Anyway, The Red Huntress showed up in the middle of the fight, and-"

Danny stopped talking when he noticed Valerie walking not far behind their group. He'd forgotten that they had English together.

Valerie hadn't noticed Danny and his friends. She was too absorbed with adjusting some settings on her watch. Although, now that Danny really looked at it, the display screen was showing features that a normal watch definitely didn't have.

"Danny?" Sam's voice snapped Danny's attention back to his friends. "What happened? What did The Huntress do? Did she hurt you?" Sam's clenched her fists as she asked the last question.

Danny glanced at Valerie again. She didn't seem to notice that Sam was referring to her alter ego. She probably wasn't listening to their conversation at all. Why would she be? She didn't know who Danny was.

"Uh, no, no! Everything's good, I just...uh, you know, English is starting soon, so I think I'll just tell you at lunch."

"Dude, you're acting real weird." Tucker looked at Danny with concern. "You sure everything's alright?"

"Yup! Totally fine! Don't worry, I can't talk now, but it'll make sense later."

"Okaaaaay..." Sam raised an eyebrow as the three of them took their seats.

Danny glanced over his shoulder. Valerie sat at the desk behind Sam (of course Valerie sat so close to their group!), lazily looking out the window. Her watch now displayed the time on its screen, just like any average everyday digital watch would.

"Alright students," Mr Lancer entered the classroom and shut the door. Today we're going to be starting our unit on Edgar Allen Poe."

Valerie sitting right behind him made it even harder to pay attention now than it had been in first period.

After about ten minutes of struggling to take in Mr Lancer's droning, Danny felt his ghost sense go off.

Well, it wasn't like he was going to learn anything today anyway.

Danny and Valerie raised their hands at the same time.

"Gray?" Mr Lancer pointed his piece of chalk at Valerie.

"May I go to the washroom?"

"Sharon's already gone out. You'll have to wait for her to get back. Fenton?"

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

Mr Lancer let out a deep sigh.

"Fine. Hurry back."

Danny shot out of the classroom.

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The ghost turned out to be another ectopus (Danny should've known; they always came in pairs!) that was occupying itself by gnawing on a boiler in the school's basement.

"Dude, don't you have anything better to chew on?" Danny asked "Like, that just can't be your best option."

The ectopus hissed violently, abandoning the boiler to charge at Danny, tentacles at the ready.

Ectopuses weren't very strong, but it could be hard to keep track of all their tentacles in a fight. At some point, the ectopus managed to grab Danny by the waist and throw him into a bunch of pipes.

The pipes dented and a few of them cracked, releasing streams of steam horrible hissing. Danny used the obscuring effect of the steam to his advantage, sneaking around the ectopus and blasting it in the back enough times to weaken it before sucking it into The Fenton Thermos.

"Attention Casper High," Principal Ishiyama's staticky voice said as Danny capped The Thermos "It appears we are having some major plumbing issues. As such, we ask students and faculty to exit the building immediately. The rest of the school day will be cancelled. Bus drivers will be notified and should arrive shortly."

"Oops." Danny said to no one.

Not that that was really his fault. It was the ectopus that threw him.

Danny flew invisibly to the school's front door, checked that there wasn't anybody still inside, then transformed, rushing outside. It didn't take long to find the soaking wet Sam and Tucker.

"Hey guys!" He called "I, uh, got the ghost."

"Good for you." Sam said as water dripped from her hair. "I, personally, would like to go home and change now."

"Agreed." Tucker wrung out his beret and placed it back on his head. "Hey Danny, could you maybe not set off the sprinkler system the next time you're fighting a ghost?"

"Wait, how on earth could we have possible set off- it doesn't matter. I've got something absolutely bonkers to tell you two!"

"Did your dad bring the fridge to life too?" Sam asked, taking out her ponytail.

"No, Valerie's The Red Huntress!"

"Wait, WHAT!" Sam said. Tucker didn't say anything, but his eyes widened.

"Yeah, can you believe that?"

"H-how do you know it's her?" Tucker asked.

"She literally told me. I ran into her when I was fighting The Box Ghost yesterday, and she started talking about the time Phantom saved her at Axiom. She wan't even trying to hide her identity."

"Wow." was all Sam could think to say.

Danny rubbed his eyes.

"Ugh, of all the people she could've been, it had to be Valerie."

"You know, this might actually be convenient in a way." Tucker said.

"Really, how?"

Tucker took a deep breath. Now that he knew Danny knew about Valerie, he figured it might be a good idea to broach the subject of Danny letting her in on his secret. He wasn't really sure how Danny would react, though.

"Okay, so, don't freak out, but I was thinking about something." Tucker said.

"What is it?"

"It's just, don't freak out, but I was thinking, you know, and this is just a 'maybe', just something to consider, but perhaps, just potentially-"

"Just spit it out already Tucker!" Sam snapped.

"Hey hey!" Tucker held up his hands indignantly "This is a delicate matter, Sam! Anyway, Danny I think that maybe you should consider telling Valerie."

"Tell her what?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Tell her...your secret. You know, that you're Danny Phantom."

Nobody said anything right away.

"Seriously Tuck?"

"I mean, you don't have to, I just thought it was worth consider-"

"You think that just because you like some girl, I should just tell her my biggest secret?"

"Hey, it's not about that! I don't even like- never mind. I just thought that since Valerie's also a ghost hunter, it might be beneficial for you two to, like, you know..."

"What?"

"I'm just saying, having someone to help you fight ghosts wouldn't be a bad thing, right?"

"That's what you and Sam are for!"

"I know, and no offence to me and Sam, we're great, but Valerie's a real powerhouse. She could be a real asset to Team Phantom. You two've seen her, she's got skills and some real sick gear. I mean, at the very least, she probably has a ghost tracker, so we could rely on something more precise than your ghost sense. That'd be cool, right?"

Sam raised an unimpressed eyebrow, and Danny looked furious. Maybe indirectly insulting his ghost sense hadn't been the best approach.

"I'm just saying having more help is never a bad thing."

"Maybe not for you." Danny said "You're not the one who'd be putting yourself at risk."

"I'm just-"

"Sure it's all about what you think. Who cares about my opinion? Who cares that I'm the one on the front lines of most of the ghost fights? Who cares that I have to navigate a minefield of potentially hazardous devices in my own home? Who cares that my parents say they love me then turn around and start going on about how they're going to destroy me every day?"

Sam thought she saw Danny's eyes flash green while he was talking. Tucker seemed to be at a loss for words. Sam didn't blame him.

"Danny," she said carefully "I don't think he-"

"Ugh! You know what?" Danny interrupted her "I've had enough!"

With that, he transformed and flew off towards Fenton Works. The force of his takeoff was so strong that Tucker had to hold on to his beret to keep it from flying off his head.

"He's really got to stop changing out in the open like that if he wants to keep his secret a secret." Sam remarked.

"It was just an idea," Tucker said "I didn't mean to make him so upset!"

Sam sighed.

"It's not your fault Tucker. I think Danny's kind of sensitive about the whole 'secret identity' thing right now. He told me he was actually thinking about telling his parents."

"What?! That's crazy! You told him why that was a bad idea, right?"

"He already knows why it's a bad idea, Tucker."

"Then why on earth does he want to tell them?"

"I don't know. I guess keeping his ghost half a secret from his family has really been stressing him out?" Sam chewed her nail thoughtfully. Danny was clearly upset and had tried to talk to Sam earlier, but she'd just shut him down.

She'd really been a really terrible friend.

"Okay," Tucker said "Danny is clearly going through some stuff. We'd better go talk to him."

Sam realized that Danny probably wouldn't have gotten this upset if he'd talked to Tucker first instead of her.

Well, if this mess was her fault, then she was going to fix it.

"He's seemed pretty mad at you." Sam said "Maybe I should go alone."

"Yeah," Tucker sighed "You're probably right. I'll talk to him tomorrow when he's cooled off. Call me later and tell me how he's doing?"

"Yeah, sure thing. I'll just drop my stuff off at home and change into something dry first. Give him some time to calm down."

"That's probably smart." Tucker said. He sighed. "I hope Danny's okay."

Sam didn't say anything.

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Danny was lying on his bed, trying to distract himself from the swirling thoughts in his head by drowning himself in Pac-Man Collection on his Game Boy. Tucker had once joked that Danny was drawn to Pac-Man because it's a game where you keep catching ghosts that keep escaping. Danny disagreed, the game was more about working around ghosts rather than fighting them.

That being said, Danny was actually pretty bad at avoiding the ghosts. He'd just lost his last life to Blinky (Blinky and Pinky always ganged up on him!), when he heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he asked, shutting off the Game Boy.

"It's me!" Sam's voice answered from the other side. "I brought your backpack. And, also some homework from Lancer. Can I come in?"

"Sure."

Sam opened the door.

"You okay?" she asked, shutting it behind her.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Danny asked, sitting up.

"Seriously Danny?" Sam pulled Danny's computer chair next to his bed and sat in it backwards.

Danny fiddled with a loose string in his blanket.

"Look," Sam sighed "I don't get your whole conflict about wanting to tell your parents. If I had ghost powers, you couldn't pay me to tell mine. But this isn't about me."

Sam had taken the time to figure out what she was going to say on the walk over.

"Your relationship with your parents is different from mine. You're clearly struggling and needed someone to talk to, and I didn't listen. I'm sorry. I'm ready to listen now, if you still want to talk."

Danny sighed.

"I don't know Sam. It...it's just been a lot." Danny stopped fiddling with the string and looked at her. "Keeping this secret, it's stressful."

"Even now that you have your powers under control?"

"Like I said earlier, it's like there's a wedge between me and my family now. It's not, like, huge, but I can feel it, all the time, just lingering in the in the back of my head. I don't always notice it, but it always seems to affect things."

"How so?"

"It's like I'm constantly being reminded that all it would take is a single moment, and everything would be different. My family would start to see me different."

Danny took a steadying breath before continuing.

"But, whether anyone likes it or not, I am half-ghost. My ghost half is a part of who I am. And keeping that a secret means I can't fully be myself around the people I love, as cliché as that sounds."

"No, I get it." Sam was surprised to realize she meant it "I could probably get along with my parents a lot better if I wore brighter colours and frillier skirts, but that's not who I am. It would feel so restrictive, like I was denying who I- oh." Sam looked at Danny "Is that what keeping your ghost half secret feels like?"

Danny nodded.

"Oh." Sam said again. "Danny we- I didn't realize you were under so much pressure. I mean, I know being a ghost with ghost hunter parents isn't fun, but...why didn't you say anything earlier?"

Danny shrugged.

"I don't think I really realized how bad it was until recently. Kind of like how I didn't say anything about my gender dysphoria until middle school. The bad feelings have always been there, I just didn't really...fully realize it, I guess. It's just, seeing Vlad and my mom argue in Colorado, seeing how hiding destroyed his relationships with the people closest to him, it made me scared."

"I mean, you're not really like Vlad." Sam said. "You still talk to your family. Vlad's problem is that he shut himself off from everyone completely. You don't do that."

"Maybe not, but I'm still closing myself off from them. Keeping a secret this big is just so...so...draining! Mom, Jazz, even Dad have noticed something is off with me. I don't like all of this lying and hiding!"

Danny hugged his legs to his chest and buried his face in his knees.

"I'm tired, Sam. A day hasn't gone by since the accident where I don't think about this at least a little. I'm sick of this dragging me down. I just want it to stop, but the only way to make it stop is to take a huge risk. I'm just so sick of thinking about all of this."

When Sam was seven, she'd had a special purple hair tie that she wore for months straight until it was all saggy and had lost it's elasticity. Looking at Danny gave her that same feeling she had when she'd looked at the old hair tie. It hurt her heart in a place that was hard to reach.

Sam got up off of her chair and sat down next to Danny on the bed.

"To be honest Danny, I'm not really sure what you should do." Sam said "But we'll figure it out. And no matter what happens, Tucker and I are gonna be here for you."

Danny wrapped his arms around her.

"I don't know what I'd do without you guys." he said.

Sam bristled. Besides for with her grandmother, Sam wasn't big on hugs. They weren't bad, just kind of...weird. But, considering the circumstances, she decided to make an exception this one time..

"You owe me for this, Danny." she said to herself, patting Danny's back.

They stayed like that for a while. Danny wanted to stay there forever, and Sam probably would have let him (well, maybe just for another five minutes), if Danny's ghost sense hadn't gone off.

"Ghosts ruin everything." Danny said, releasing Sam and looking out his window. He saw a green shape zoom overhead in the direction of Amity Park Park.

"Alright, going ghost!" Danny shouted as he jumped out the window, did a flip, and transformed.

"Can you please not jump out of windows?" Sam said to the now hovering Danny. "You give me a heart attack every time!"

"But it's cool!" Danny protested. "Anyway, it looks like the ghost is headed towards the park. Meet you there?"

Sam nodded and rushed out of Danny's room. Danny zoomed towards Amity Park Park.

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It was hard to spot a ghost through the treetops, but the sound of people screaming near the playground narrowed Danny's search down pretty quickly.

It didn't take long to find the source of the panic. Lurking in the trees, next to the sandbox, was a tall humanoid ghost. Its bottom half consisted of long tattered grey robes, while thick hair-like green tendrils concealed its face and upper body. People fled from the ghost as its tendrils stretched and wrapped around trees and various playground equipment.

"Hey!" Danny called out, the ghost turning at the sound of his voice. "Didn't anyone ever tell you to keep your tentacles to yourself?"

Danny dove towards the ghost, but one of its tendrils shot out and wrapped around him, pinning his arms to his sides. The end of the tendril floated up next to Danny's face. It suddenly turned into a face, eyes opening, and a long tongue flailing out of a mouth that hissed and bared its fangs.

The ghost had snakes for hair. Over a hundred snakes.

"Not tentacles. Got it."

Danny yelped as the snake yanked him down to its level. Twenty or so snakes parted like a curtain, revealing the ghost's face.

Danny was immediately drawn to the its eyes.

They were a deep grey and there weren't any pupils. Danny couldn't stop staring at them. The whole world outside of those eyes seemed to fade away and Danny felt his feet, which had previously been flailing and kicking, grow heavy and fall limp as he got lost in the gray expanse of the ghost's irises.

A blast of pink energy suddenly nailed the ghost in the face, causing it to shut its eyes and wail. Danny felt like a spell had been broken the second the ghost's eyes were off of him.

Pink blasts continued to assault the ghost and it soon dropped Danny to the ground. He looked up and saw Valerie circling the ghost on her hoverboard, bombarding it with ecto blasts.

"You looked like you could use a hand. AGGH!" Valerie swerved to dodge an incoming snake. She continued to shoot at the ghost as she dodged. Most of her shots missed, and the ghost had moved the curtain of snakes back in front of its face.

The snakes briefly recoiled when they got shot, but Valerie's blasts didn't seem to be doing as much damage as when she'd hit the ghost's face.

Danny tried to stand up while Valerie had the ghost distracted, but found that he couldn't. He looked down and screamed when he saw that his feet had been turned to stone.

He concentrated some ecto energy into his feet. There was a burst of ecto energy and grey rocks, leaving behind his normal white boots.

Danny sighed with relief and shot up into the air.

"Don't look into it's eyes!" he shouted to Valerie "It'll turn you to stone!"

"Wait, for real?"

Before Danny could answer, the ghost managed to grab Valerie with its snake hair.

"Valerie!"

Danny tried to fly after her, but snakes kept popping up and blocking him. He tried to blast them away, but there seemed to be no end to them.

Danny soon gave up and flew up out of their range. He was going to try and hit the ghost with an ecto blast from afar, but when he looked down he realized with horror that the ghost had already parted its hair and locked Valerie in its gaze.

To Danny's surprise, Valerie raised her blaster and shot it directly in the face. The ghost let out more horrible wailing noises, and its snakes all thrashed and tangled in confusion. Valerie whacked the snake that was holding her with the butt of her blaster, causing it to drop her.

She was running as soon as she hit the ground, blasting any errant snakes that came after her. As soon as she was far enough from the throng, her hoverboard came sailing back to her and she jumped on it, flying up next to Danny.

"How'd you do that?" Danny asked "When I looked into its eyes, I got put in a trance and my feet turned to stone."

"My visor must filtering whatever's radiating from those creepy eyes." Valerie said. "Sweet!"

"Okay, I have an idea." Danny said. "How good are you at flying?"

"Pretty good. Why?"

"Try to get as many snakes as you can to follow you. Then fly all around the trees. Go around as many branches and trunks as you can."

"So they get all tangled up? Nice! I like the way you think Phantom."

Danny smiled a little at the compliment, but quickly went back to business mode.

"You take the right, I'll take the left." he said.

Valerie nodded and the two of them zoomed off in opposite directions.

"Hey, Snakes!" Danny shouted "Bet you can't catch me!"

Over fifty snakes hissed at Danny. He zoomed off and they gave chase.

Danny wove over, under, and around tree after tree as tightly as he could. It didn't take long for the snakes that had been following him to get tangled up in the branches as well as each other.

When he was done he looked over at Valerie. She wasn't flying as fast as him, but she was pretty agile considering the how awkward Danny assumed a hoverboard would be to manoeuvre through the trees. It only took her another ten seconds to finish with her snakes. When she was done, she flew over to Danny.

"Now what?"

Most of the snakes were stuck in the trees, but there were still about twenty of them hanging in front of the ghost's face.

"Considering she kept some snakes to cover it," Danny said "I assume she doesn't like getting shot in the face."

"But the face-snakes only move when she's trying to freeze someone."

Danny looked at Valerie. He had another plan, but this one required a lot of trust in Valerie. Some part of Danny hesitated, but, realistically, she'd more than proven herself.

Danny steeled himself with a deep breath.

"If I let the ghost grab me," he said "That'll make her expose her face."

"Yeah, but then she'll put you in a trance. You won't be able to shoot her."

"That's why you're the one that's going to shoot her."

"What, me?!"

"Yes, you. She'll be focused on turning me to stone, leaving her wide open for you."

"So shouldn't I be the bait, then? Since I can't get turned to stone?"

"Her eyes will probably still freeze me from faraway if I accidentally look at them, and you won't be able to hit her either if with her snakes wrapped around you. Wow, that's a weird sentence. Anyway, my point is, the only way to defeat her is for me to distract her so you can hit her weak spot."

"B-but, she still has some snakes free!" Danny had never seen Valerie so hesitant. "I can't dodge and aim at the same time!"

"You just have to hit her once. That'll break the trance and I can blast her point-blank. Can you do that?"

"I-I don't know. If I can't then you'll get turned to stone."

"I think you can do it."

"What?"

"I've been watching you fight. You're still pretty new at this, but you've definitely got what it takes to be a ghost hunter."

"Huh, honestly I kind of thought you hated me."

"Maybe I just didn't give you a fair chance. What do you say? Want to give it a shot before Medusa untangles her hair?"

Valerie only waited a second before answering with full confidence:

"Yes."

"Alright, let's go then!"

Danny zoomed towards the ghost. He stopped about a meter in front of her, and began throwing as many ecto blasts as he could at the snake-hair in front of her face.

As Danny predicted, they didn't seem to do much, and a couple of snakes shot out and wrapped themselves around him. Danny struggled halfheartedly as the ghost's hair began to part, revealing her hypnotic grey eyes.

Valerie tried to hit the ghost's face, but snakes attacked her from every direction, throwing off her aim. Her shots weren't landing anywhere near her target.

"C'mon Val." she muttered to herself, flying underneath yet another snake. "Just ignore your shaking hands. Focus!"

But as hard as she tried, she just couldn't land a shot. Valerie glanced at Danny and began to panic when she realized he was stone well past his ankles.

This wasn't working. She needed to get closer to her target, but the size of her hoverboard made it impossible to weave through the snakes.

In a desperate move, Valerie jumped off her hoverboard and began running towards the ghost. It took the snakes a second to recalibrate, but she wasn't paying attention to them. She was laser focused on the ghost's eyes, shooting as many shots as her blaster would fire at those horrible empty corneas.

She was only a few meters from the ghost when she felt a snake wrapping itself around her torso. She ignored it and kept firing. Just as the snake yanked her into the air, Valerie saw a shot collide with the ghost's face.

Valerie cheered before screaming as the snake that was holding her began flailing around wildly.

The ghost let out a painful wail, but the snakes that were holding Danny and Valerie didn't let go.

Free from the trance, Danny shook his head and focused ecto energy into his feet. He swung his legs back before kicking them forward and blasting the ghost in the face with a giant ecto beam, simultaneously freeing his feet from their stony state.

His arms were still pinned down, so Danny kept shooting the ghost's face with ecto eye beams until she eventually released him.

Danny, arms now free, hovered in front of the ghost and began blasting her with his regular ecto blasts.

Behind him, he heard a yell and a thump as Valerie fell to the ground.

"I'm okay!" she called out.

Soon pink beams joined Danny's green ones in their assault on the ghost's face. The ghost's wails grew louder and louder until it finally crumpled to the ground, its snakes falling limp.

Danny pulled out his thermos and pressed the button, sucking the ghost into the bright blue beam. The ghost wailed the entire time she was being dragged in. Some of the hair snakes tried to wriggle out, but Danny gave the thermos an extra ecto-boost and all the stragglers were soon sucked in.

Danny capped the thermos feeling tired but triumphant.

Valerie flew up to him. She yanked off her mask and leaned on her knees.

"That was," she said between panting breaths "Intense. I've never fought a ghost that powerful."

"Well, " Danny smiled "You did pretty good."

Valerie smiled back.

They suddenly heard someone scream. Valerie pulled her mask back on and readied her blaster. Danny moved into a fighting position.

"Danny!"

Danny looked down and saw a panicked Sam running across the park.

"You have to come quick!" she said "Some kid got turned into a statue down here!"

"What?!" Danny and Valerie said together.

They both flew after Sam. She led them to a spot neat the swing set, where a child had been frozen mid-run.

"Oh no..." Valerie breathed.

"It looks like the ghost froze him instantaneously." Danny said. "But how? It took her a good ten seconds just to freeze my feet."

"Maybe being a ghost protected you from her powers a bit?" Valerie shrugged.

"And what makes you such an expert on ghosts?" Sam glared at Valerie.

"Hey! Which one of us has the ghost weapons here?" Valerie gestured to her blaster.

"Sam, she's cool, we don't have time for this."

"It's not like the kid's getting any more frozen." Sam crossed her arms. "And just how do you know we can trust this mysterious masked figure?"

"Do you two know each other?" Valerie asked.

"Yes." Danny said.

"No." Sam said at the same time.

The two of them looked at each other.

"You know what?" Valerie said. "It doesn't matter. Right now we gotta figure out how to unfreeze this kid."

Sam crossed her arms, but didn't say anything.

"Can you try that thing you did to free yourself earlier? The green glowy thing?"

"Oh wow, you really don't know anything about ghosts." Danny said.

"Hey!"

"Uh, I don't know. It was easy to do to myself, since it's just manifesting the ecto energy inside me already, like I do before launching an ecto beam, but I don't know if I can, like, transfer it to someone else."

"It's worth a shot, isn't it?" Valerie shrugged.

"Yeah, I guess."

Danny put his hands on the kid's shoulders and summoned some ecto energy. His hands glowed green, but nothing else happened.

"Maybe try doing it like an ecto blast, but less blasty?" Sam suggested.

"What does that even mean?" Valerie asked.

"Guys!"

Valerie and Sam stopped talking. After a minute, Danny's hands stopped glowing and he let go of the kid.

"Hey," Sam said "Are you-"

"Shh!" Danny cut her off. He took a deep breath and grabbed the kid again.

Danny's entire body began to glow green as he concentrated on directing his ecto energy into the kid. It was a very awkward and strenuous task, and Danny wasn't sure if he was doing it right at first, but the kid was soon surrounded by his own faint green aura.

It took all of Sam and Valerie's energy to hold back their cheers, but Danny wasn't close to done yet.

Danny could feel every muscle burning, but he kept up. The glow around the kid slowly got brighter and brighter.

Finally, there was a small explosion of rocks, and Danny collapsed onto his hands and knees.

The no-longer-stone child blinked at the strange trio.

"Hey kid." Sam smiled tentatively. "Do you remember what happened here?"

The kid stared wide-eyed at Sam.

"D-dere was a scawy monster..." he said very quietly.

Valerie's hoverboard folded into her feet. She landed on the ground and took off her mask.

"Hey kid, my name's Valerie." she said, getting down on one knee. "Do you think you can tell me your name? We're gonna try and help you find you parent, okay? I bet they're worried about you."

The kid seemed to relax a little.

"M-my name is-"

"Joel!"

Someone was suddenly sprinting towards them. She grabbed the child once she got close enough and hugged him close to her body.

"Oh thank the stars you're okay! I've been looking everywhere for you! Did that monster hurt you poor baby?"

Joel pointed to the trio.

"D-dey saved me, Mummy."

Joel's mom looked at the trio. There were tears in her eyes.

"Thank you kids. So much. I don't know what I'd have done if-" Hey eyes locked onto Danny on the ground. "Are you alright young man?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah." Danny began to stand up. "Yeah, I'm goo-"

The world started to spin. Sam rushed over and caught Danny. He leaned on her.

"Yeah, I'm great." he gave Joel's mom an unconvincing thumbs up.

"Dear, I really think you should-"

She was cut off by the sound of screeching tires and an obnoxious car horn whose familiarity made Danny's blood run cold.

"WHERE'S THE GHOST!" He heard his father shout.

"Oh no, The Fentons." Joel's mom's face was filled with dread. "Oh I am not dealing with those two today. Thanks you kids so much!" she called as she ran away with Joel in her arms.

"Danny," Sam said "You've got to get out of here!"

"I don't think I can fly, Sam."

"Well, at least-"

Before Sam could finish speaking, a white ring popped up around Danny's waist. Danny gasped, and quickly focused on making it disappear. Luckily, it did.

He and Sam looked at each other in horror.

"Um, what was that?" Valerie asked.

"That means I won't be flying anytime soon." Danny said.

"Well duh, you can barely stand!" Valerie said.

"The tracker says the ghost is just over here, Jack!" They heard Maddie Fenton's voice say. She was not far away.

"You two hide!" Valerie pushed Sam and Danny towards some large bushes.

"Hey!" Sam protested.

"They can still see me on their ghost tracker!" Danny said. "Hiding's not going to help!"

"Don't worry." Valerie pulled her mask back on "I got this."

Valerie turned and walked a few meters away.

"I don't trust her." Sam whispered just before Danny's parents appeared.

"You!" his dad pointed at Valerie "Sharply dressed citizen! Did you see a ghost? We're on the hunt for one!"

"I'm no citizen Mr Fenton, I'm The Red Huntress." Valerie said, her voice steady and authoritative. "And, as it happens, I've already apprehended the ghost."

"What?" Jack said "But according to our tracker, there's still a ghost around here!"

Valerie something small out of her pocket.

"You must be picking up signals from my Ghostagatchi." She said.

"Ghosta-wha-chi?" Maddie asked.

"It's what I use to contain ghosts. It's still in early development, though, and my prototype is still leaking ecto-particles. That must be what's showing up on your tracker."

"I suppose that makes sense." Maddie rubbed her chin. "Although, as fellow ghost hunters, we know how hard it is to make a properly functioning spectral containment device. Perhaps you could tell us how that one wor-"

"Unfortunately," Valerie interrupted loudly "Before I came to fight this ghost, I was in the middle of rounding up some stray rat ghosts. I should probably get back to that, even though I'm sooo tired from fighting this ghost, and my ecto blaster could really-"

"Ghost rats?" Jack turned and grabbed Maddie by the shoulders "Maddie! Those must be the ghosts that've been stealing the screwdrivers!"

"Oh my gosh you're right Jack!" Maddie turned to Valerie. "Tell us where they are!"

"Last I saw them, they were under the bridge downtown, but-"

"We're coming for our screwdrivers ghost rats!" Jack shouted as he and Maddie ran towards their RV.

The sound of the RV revving briefly filled the park before the vehicle disappeared, leaving no trace it had even been there besides some tire tracks next to the swings.

"Phew!" Valerie's whole body relaxed once The Fentons were gone. "Alright, you two can come out now."

In the bushes, the white ring reappeared around Danny's waist. It actually managed to split almost a foot before he could force it back together.

"I don't think I can stay in ghost form much longer." Danny whispered to Sam.

"Unfreezing that kid really zapped you, huh?"

"Phantom? Manson?" They heard Valerie call.

"Maybe I can convince her to leave?" Sam said.

"No."

"But Danny, she'll-"

"I know."

Sam's face slowly morphed into shock as the implications of what Danny had said sank in.

"We're coming!" Danny called back to Valerie. "Sam, help me walk out."

"You doing any better?" Valerie asked as he and Sam emerged from the bushes.

"Hanging in." Danny said. "So what is a 'Ghostigatchi' actually?"

"It's just a Tamagatchi." Valerie showed them the black and purple plastic egg. "Most adults don't know what they are, so I figured The Fentons would buy it."

"You take your Tamagatchi ghost hunting?" Sam asked.

"I take Gloria everywhere. And, Manson, if you so much as think about telling my dad I hunt ghosts, I swear I'll-"

"Relax, your secret's safe." Sam said. "Might want to be a little less loose with your identity sharing if you want it to stay a secret though."

Danny had no idea if Sam was being genuine or just trying to goad Valerie.

"Thanks for covering for me." Danny said.

"No problem. Figured those two wouldn't react well to seeing a ghost. Even if he did save everybody."

"Yeah...and there's also something else you should know. About me and The Fentons."

"What is is?"

Before Danny could figure out where to even start, the white ring reappeared around his waist.

Danny turned to Sam.

"I don't think I can hold it back this time."

"Hold what back?" Valerie asked "What is that?"

"It's just that, well, I'm actually only half-ghost."

"You're...what? What do you mean?"

Danny didn't have time to explain any further before the ring split and washed over him, reverting him back into his human form.

"Wait," Valerie said "Wh-what?"

"Surprise!" Danny said, smiling nervously.

Valerie took off her mask, as if needing to check what she was seeing with her own unfiltered eyes. Her mouth was hanging open slightly.

"Fenton?" she said.

"Uh, yeah." he awkwardly confirmed.

"Oh my gosh..." Valerie breathed "What sort of freaky stuff did your parents do to you?!"

Danny felt a crushing sensation in his chest. Looking Valerie in the eye suddenly became difficult and he desperately wanted to run back into the bushes.

"Hey!" Sam snapped. She took a protective half-step in front of Danny. "Danny is not a freak! Thought you'd have a little decency for the guy who saved your life multiple times."

"What? N-no, I just meant, like, are you okay? Are your parents doing...bad things to you? Do you need somewhere to go?"

"Oh, um, no it was an accident." Danny said, still not meeting Valerie's gaze. "I got my ghost powers in an accident. My parents don't even know."

"Oh."

"Even if Danny did need help," Sam glared at Valerie "He'd go to one of his friends!"

"I'm just trying to...I-I didn't mean to..." Valerie's eyes kept flicking between Sam and Danny. She looked completely and utterly lost. "I just-"

"Whatever you're trying to do, it's not helping, so just stop! Come on Danny, we're getting you home."

Sam turned them away from Valerie and began walking towards Fenton Works. Valerie didn't say anything, she just watched them go.

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"I think I'm good to walk Sam." Danny said after they'd made it out of the park.

"You sure? I really don't mind."

"Yeah, I'm feeling better. And I don't want people wondering what's up with me."

Danny didn't want anyone to look at him at all right now.

He just wanted to go home.

About halfway back to his house, Sam began rambling incessantly about what had happened. Danny only half listened.

"...can't believe she would be so insensitive..." They had just arrived at the front steps when she seemed to clue in to how silent Danny was.

"Sorry, I'm making things worse, huh?"

"It's fine." Danny didn't look at Sam as he spoke.

That was worrying.

"Hey," Sam said. "Don't listen to Valerie. You're not messed up or whatever, she has no idea what she's talking about. Don't even think about her. Let's focus on something else for a bit. I know! Let's make popcorn bags and watch Dead Teacher 2! That one is still your favourite, right?"

"Sam, it's almost six."

"So?"

"You're probably already late for dinner. You'd better go home."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'm not abandoning you."

"Sam, I'm fine."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"Danny..."

"Seriously. I mean, yeah, I'm not exactly jazzed about what happened, but the fact is it did happen. I'll get over it. It's not like Valerie's someone I really care about or anything."

Sam didn't look convinced.

"Danny, not to sound like Jazz, but I don't think brushing this off is a good idea."

"I'm not brushing this off. Look, I'll call you guys if I, you know, need anything or whatever, but I'm really fine. Besides, you know your parents, if you're late then they might not let you hang out with us all weekend."

Sam looked like she wanted to argue back, but she didn't say anything.

"Cool, I'll see you tomorrow." Danny said, heading inside and shutting the door.

"Oy vey." Sam shook her head and pulled out her cell phone as she started back home. "Tucker? Yeah, Danny's not doing so great. Something happened..."

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Danny let out a sigh of relief. Finally, he was home.

He went up to his room and got out the homework Sam had brought over. It wasn't much, just a short story and a reading comprehension sheet. Probably everyone else had finished it in class, and he would've too if a certain ectopus hadn't taken him out of second period.

Danny began to read.

Valerie was in his English class. He had English first period on Monday. He was going to see her basically first thing after the weekend.

Danny wasn't sure if Valerie had ever spoken to him. Well, human him.

She'd probably start thinking about Danny Fenton very differently now. He'd go from the freaky ghost kid to the freak ghost kid.

Danny tried to focus on the story he was reading, but Valerie's reaction at the park was playing over and over in his head. The look on her face, the words she'd said, how she said each word she'd said.

He went over their exchange so many times that it stopped feeling real. Maybe if he just kept replaying it, he could stay in that moment forever, and never have to face the world where Valerie knew.

It doesn't matter, Danny told himself. It happened, he couldn't change that. Valerie wasn't even his friend, so it didn't matter what she thought anyway.

It didn't matter that Valerie was going to see him differently now. It didn't matter that Valerie thought that Danny was some messed up freak...

A tiny splotch of water suddenly appeared on the paper Danny was failing to read. When had he started crying?

No, he wasn't crying, because this wasn't a big deal! It didn't matter what Valerie thought!

It shouldn't matter what she thought.

Valerie thinks you're a freak...

It didn't matter. He knew he wasn't a freak, and that was all that mattered.

Valerie doesn't even hate ghosts, she just thinks you're some creepy kid with creepy powers...

"It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain;" Danny read out loud, desperately trying to speak over his own thoughts. "But once conceived, it haunted me day and night. Object there was-"

And if that's how someone who doesn't hate ghosts reacts, then how will your parents react?

A dam inside Danny burst open. His head sank into his arms and he began sobbing.

He sat there with his face on his desk for at least ten minutes. Danny cried and cried until he just couldn't cry anymore.

It was like he'd released all the feelings he'd been holding in for the last few months through his tears, but Danny didn't feel relief.

He just felt empty.

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Danny didn't say much during dinner. Not that his parents noticed, since they were going on and on about their latest invention, 'The Fenton Fizzler'. Danny had no idea what it was, and he didn't really care to listen to his parent's latest plan to potentially decimate him. It was just too crushing tonight.

He did sit up a little when his dad pulled out a machine the size of a television and set it on the table.

"Welp, I'm done eating," Danny pushed his chair back and stood up "So I'm gonna go upstairs and study."

"That's my little scholar!" Maddie beamed approvingly.

"After a few quick adjustments, this baby'll be ready for a demonstration!" Jack declared, patting The Fizzler proudly.

"Oh joy." Danny muttered dryly while walking to the compost bin.

Jack and Maddie were totally absorbed by The Fizzler, but Jazz was watching Danny. She noticed that he was scraping a bit more than scraps into the compost bin.

Jazz pushed down a lecture about wasting food as she followed Danny into the hallway.

That was a sign he needs support, not criticism, she reminded herself.

"Hey, Danny," Danny stopped with his foot on the bottom step at the sound of Jazz's voice "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine." Danny turned away from her and began walking up the steps. "I just have a lot of homework."

Jazz bit her lip as she watched Danny disappear upstairs. She hated seeing him suffer alone like this. Sure, he had Sam and Tucker, but they couldn't always be there.

She really wanted to let Danny come to her when he was ready, but sometimes she wondered if it would be better if she-

Ka-Boom!

"Aah!"

"Quick, Maddie, get the fire extinguisher!"

"Hey!" Jazz ran back into the kitchen "My essay's in there!"

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After they'd gotten the fire under control (Jazz's essay was fine, thank goodness), Jazz went up to try and talk to Danny again. Unfortunately, his light was already turned off.

Jazz sighed. Hopefully Danny was sleeping. He seemed like he needed the rest.

Jazz retreated to her own room and sat at her desk. She started to go over her essay again, but she was having trouble paying attention to the words she was reading.

A part of her wanted to burst into Danny's room and tell him that she knew everything, tell him that he could stop hiding, that he could talk to her about whatever was upsetting him.

Of course, she knew that wouldn't help. Telling Danny she knew his secret was a risky move on a good day, never mind when he was already in such deep emotional distress. She'd made the decision to let him come to her when he was ready for a reason.

Still, sticking to that decision could be difficult. Especially during moments like these.

Jazz just wished she could do something to help.

But sometimes, she reminded herself, the most helpful thing you can do is nothing.

Not that she was really doing nothing. She still covered for him with Mom and Dad. She still supported him in little ways, like driving him to school and prepping his lunches so he didn't have to suffer the cafeteria food. She even made him fluffernutters on Wednesdays, despite the fact that they weren't very nutritious, because she knew they were his favourite.

It didn't help with the ghost fighting, but Jazz knew that sometimes little acts of kindness, just signs that someone cared, could make it easier to keep going when things were difficult.

So, no, Jazz wasn't doing nothing, she was doing everything she could.

Even if it didn't feel like enough some days...

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"Well, unfortunately, we need another new toaster," Jack said to Maddie as they carried what remained of The Fenton Fizzler down to the lab "But I'm glad Jazz's essay came out unscathed."

"Yes, I'm glad you managed to grab that first. "Maddie agreed as they set The Fizzler down on a table. "Jazz always works so hard on her essays, I'd hate to think how sad she'd have been if it had gotten burned up."

Maddie pulled out a wrench and began loosening a bolt on a mechanism that looked salvageable.

"Say, Madds?"

"Mm?

"Does something seem off with Danny?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, he was barely paying attention when we were explaining how The Fenton Fizzler worked at dinner, and he usually pays very close attention when we talk about our new inventions. And the past few days he's just seemed kind of distracted and quiet."

"Oh." Maddie set down her wrench.

She had, in fact, noticed Danny's odd behaviour. But she'd decided that, since Danny had said in the helicopter that he wasn't ready to talk yet, she wouldn't press him.

Of course, now that Jack was saying it out loud, giving him that much space seemed a bit excessive. What if it was something unrelated to the helicopter talk that was bothering him?

Even if it was that, and he still wasn't ready to talk, then there might have been some other way Maddie could help him while still respecting his boundaries.

"I'll go talk to him once we've made sure what's left of The Fizzler won't spontaneously combust again."

But when Maddie went upstairs nearly an hour later, she found that Danny's door was shut and his lights were off, meaning he was probably sleeping.

Maddie couldn't help but feel like a failure. Putting off talking to Danny was what had gotten her in trouble in the first place. Why did she so easily fall back into bad habits?

Sighing, Maddie started down the stairs back to the lab. She glanced over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door.

She hoped Danny was alright, and that he could forgive her for failing to be the parent he deserved.

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Danny had turned off his light early so that Jazz wouldn't come in and try to talk to him, and then proceeded to stay up way too late playing Pac-Man.

At around eleven in the morning, Danny was (very rudely, in his opinion) awoken by the ringing of his cell phone. He didn't even have the energy to grumble as he dug through his bedside drawer and flipped open the phone.

"Whad'yoowan?" Danny blearily greeted whoever was calling him.

"Hey, Danny." Tucker's voice responded. "Did I wake you up?"

"Whyd'yoothintha?"

"Heh, sorry. Listen, Sam told me what happened last night. With Valerie."

"Oh."

"How are you doing."

"...Fine."

There was a moment of silence. Danny was pretty sure he heard a sigh on the other end.

"Well," Tucker said "Sam and I are gonna come over. We don't have to talk about it, we can just play Turbo Racer Six or whatever, but we'll be there soon. Okay?"

"Yeah, okay, I'll just eat breakfast and stuff."

"Alright. See you soon man."

"See ya." Danny replied before hanging up.

Danny's thoughts drifted to last night. The scene wasn't replaying itself in horrible obsessive detail like it had earlier, so Danny was able to reflect on it more rationally.

Realistically, Valerie's reaction shouldn't have been that shocking to him. He knew that people finding out he was half-ghost wasn't likely to go over well, that was why he kept it a secret in the first place.

But even so, there was always that stubborn little bit of hope. Maybe that was why it was so painful to hide, because some part of him thought it might be possible, that his family might not reject him if they found out, but maybe give him the understanding and closeness that he longed for.

Or maybe it wasn't hope, but denial. That made more sense. It would explain why Danny didn't feel sad that it was gone. He just felt empty. It sucked, but deep down Danny had always known that acceptance was just a fantasy.

Danny sighed. He just wanted to stay in bed and not face reality, but Sam and Tucker were coming, and he needed to get ready. With great reluctance, Danny threw the blankets off him.

After getting dressed, Danny dragged himself downstairs. No one else was around, but he found a note on the kitchen table:

Danny,

Mom and Dad are out getting groceries, and I'm at the library. I'll be back around 2:00, and, knowing Mom and Dad, they'll probably be out until dinnertime. Feel free to invite Sam and Tucker over, or whatever. I know you have lots of studying to do, but it's important to rest, so just take the morning to relax, and I can help you with your homework later if you want.

Never forget you're amazing, Jazz

Danny rolled his eyes. Like he'd want Jazz helping him with his homework. Her 'helping' usually usually ended up just being a giant reminder of how dumb he was compared to her.

Danny yawned and poured himself a bowl of cereal.

Although, he supposed that it was nice of Jazz to offer her time. Especially since he knew her essay was due on Monday.

Danny groggily ate his breakfast. He'd just put his empty bowl in the sink when he heard the doorbell.

Ding dong!

That was probably Sam and Tucker. They sure got over here quick, Danny thought to himself as he made his way to the front entryway.

Danny opened the door and froze at the sight of Valerie.

"Hey, Danny." she said. Her face looked sombre.

Danny just stood there.

"I'm not going to attack you or anything, you know." Valerie said.

"I-I didn't think that."

"Look, about yesterday..." Valerie rubbed her arm.

Danny gulped.

"I just wanted to apologize."

"I, um, what?"

"I didn't...look, I know I reacted weird. Are your parents home?"

"No, it's just me here. Tucker and Sam are coming over soon, though."

"Can I come in then?"

"Uh, s-sure."

Valerie looked around as Danny led her to the living room. Normally he'd be polite and give her a tour, but his mouth was too dry right now.

They got to the living room and sat in different armchairs.

"So," Valerie folded her hands on her lap "Tucker told me that he and Sam were there when you...you know...and that I'm the first person you've ever really told, including your family. That about right? Just so I know who to keep my mouth shut around?"

"Uh...p-pretty much, yeah."

"It must be rough, being half-ghost when your parents are ghost hunters."

"Um, y-yeah."

It was very, very strange to be talking about this with a schoolmate who wasn't Sam or Tucker. A little bit uncomfortable.

"To be honest," Valerie continued "I didn't really know how to react last night. I mean, in my defense, what are you supposed to say when someone tells you they're half-ghost?"

"Heh, yeah, that's fair." Danny responded mechanically.

"But I was thinking about it, and I realize that that was kind of a big thing you shared with me. And I kind of just freaked out all over you. I know that telling me that secret means that on some level you trust me. I'm not sure if I really earned that trust though."

Danny wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't even sure what to feel.

"Which sucks, because I really owe you. For Axiom and last night."

"Last night? What do you mean?"

"We wouldn't have defeated that ghost without you."

"Are you kidding? You were the one who was immune to its statue powers! I'd be a garden ornament right now if you hadn't shown up."

"I don't know if I'd have had the guts to go for it if you didn't believe in me. I certainly didn't believe in myself last night."

"But, you always seem so confident."

"I am pretty good at most things, but I haven't exactly had a lot of practice fighting ghosts. The small ones I chase away from Casper barely even count."

"Weeeellll, your aim could use a little work." This was easier to talk about. The dynamic with his family and his secret was a touchy subject, but Danny had no issues discussing ghost fighting. "But you'll get better with time. It took me a while to figure stuff out."

"You seem pretty good to me."

"You'll be pretty good someday too. I can tell. You've got the skills, the only difference between you and me is experience."

"You're probably right. Don't know if I'll ever get to your level, though. Those awesome ghost powers give you quite the edge."

"Awesome? Ha, you don't think I'm, like, a freak or whatever?" Danny tried to sound like he didn't care, even though he actually cared a lot.

"No way. It's like you have my suit built right into you. I'm kind of jealous."

"They're not all that great."

"Oh, quit being modest."

"I'm not! There are some serious drawbacks."

"Oh yeah, like what?"

"There's a ghost hunter that wants to skin me and hang my pelt on his wall."

"Wait, what? Gross! That's disgusting!"

"See!" Danny smiled triumphantly.

"Okay, but it must be pretty handy being able to fly places and just grab stuff out of your locker without undoing the lock. You can do ghost stuff in human mode, right?"

Danny held up his arm and turned it invisible.

"Woah!"

"What?"

"That's just...so cool!"

Danny smiled. He actually even laughed a little. It felt like some dark clouds had parted inside of him.

Valerie had come over to talk because she felt bad about what she'd said to Danny. She wasn't repulsed by him, she cared about him, even knowing that he was half-ghost.

When Danny had been replaying the reveal at the park in his mind, Valerie had seemed like such an intimidating judgmental force. Her voice had been so cutting and full of disgust, but this morning, in reality, it was full of concern and even admiration. The contrast was jarring, but also heartwarming.

Knowing that he was half-ghost didn't make Valerie see him as any less human.

This was good. Great, actually.

The front door suddenly opened and Sam and Tucker walked in.

"Who's ready for some-" Tucker stopped mid-sentence.

"Oh, hey guys." Danny waved at them, but he forgot that his arm was invisible. He turned it visible and tried again.

"What's she doing here?" Sam crossed her arms.

"Just, clearing up some things from last night." Valerie said. Danny was impressed at how well she resisted Sam's antagonism.

"Did she say any more stupid stuff?" Sam asked Danny.

"What? No, she was actually here to apologize. We're good now. Everything's cleared up."

Danny saw Valerie smile a little at his words.

Sam didn't look convinced, though.

"Take it easy Sam." Tucker put a hand on her shoulder. "Valerie's just trying to help."

"Oh," Sam shrugged off Tucker's hand "So you're on her side?"

"I'm not on anyone's side, I just-"

"Hey, Tucker." Valerie interrupted "Let me talk to her."

"Oh?" Sam let out a mocking laugh "And what makes you think I want to-"

"Sam," Danny said "Please?"

Sam opened her mouth to protest, but closed it when she saw the look on Danny's face, her expression softening.

"Fine." she said.

Danny gave her a small smile.

"Thanks Sam." Danny stood up. "Tucker and I will be in my room. You can just come up when you two are done."

"Nice seeing you Valerie!" Tucker waved as Danny dragged him up the stairs.

Valerie and Sam heard the sound of a door slamming above them, leaving the two of them alone to talk.

Sam crossed her arms and glared at Valerie. Valerie also crossed her arms, but the look she was giving Sam wasn't as hostile.

"You don't have a very high opinion of me, huh Manson?"

Sam just continued to glare.

Valerie sighed.

"I don't really blame you."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"I've changed a lot since my dad got fired from Axiom." Valerie continued. "When you lose everything you own and all your friends, it kinds of forces you to really take a look at your life. Figure out your priorities, you know?"

Sam did feel a twinge of sympathy, but she wasn't going to let Valerie know that.

"Still, I guess you only really know 'old Valerie'. The Valerie that who treated people like they were beneath her because they weren't rich or cool enough, or whatever. The Valerie that I'm starting to be ashamed I ever was. The Valerie whose actions I can't go back and change, no matter how much I want to. But pity parties don't get you anywhere, so what I'm going to do instead is put my focus into becoming a better Valerie. Again, I know why you don't like me, and I get it, but do you think you could just give me a chance? To be a better person? To help you guys? To help Danny? I can see that you really care about him."

"I don't have a crush on him!" Sam's steadily softening face instantly hardened again. Everyone always thought that she and Danny had a thing for each other and Sam hated it.

"Alright, alright, I didn't say you did." Valerie raised her hands defensively. "But he definitely means a lot to you. I think that's why you're so angry at me, because you only know old Valerie, who was a jerk, and you think that I'm going to hurt Danny."

"You did hurt Danny. Last night. For some reason, he trusted you, and you made him feel like a freak, which is one of the things he's most afraid of."

If looks could kill, Valerie would have been nothing more than a puddle on the floor.

"I..." Valerie looked at the ground "...I did, you're right. It was an accident, but I guess you're right." Valerie looked back up at Sam "But I want to make it up to him. I can use my tech to help Danny. You've seen me fight ghost, you know I can help."

Sam's expression didn't change.

"Look," Valerie sighed tiredly "To be honest, I don't really need your permission to be a part of this. Tucker and Danny are already cool with me, and I've already been fighting ghosts for the past month."

"That's sooo nice to hear. Why are you wasting my time with this speech if you're just going to do what you want with or without my approval?"

"Because I want it. I want to work with all three of you, so I'd like for all of you to like me. Or at least give me a chance?"

Sam screwed up her face in thought before sighing.

"Fine." she said. "I'll try to be nice and not hex you into oblivion."

"You can do that?"

"Hurt Danny again and find out." Sam smiled for the first time that morning. Valerie preferred the glaring.

"Well," Valerie said "Now that that's all settled, you three seem to have plans, so I'd better get going."

Valerie got up and walked past Sam to the front door. Sam didn't take her eyes off her. Valerie turned to look at her before stepping outside.

"Thanks for giving me a chance, Manson."

"Don't screw it up, Gray."

Valerie gave Sam a small smile before shutting the door behind her.

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"Maybe we shouldn't have left them alone." Danny said to Tucker. "Sam might bite Valerie's head off."

"I wouldn't worry. Valerie's no pushover."

"I'm telling Sam you don't think she could beat Valerie."

"Absolutely do not do that!"

Danny laughed. Tucker tried to sulk, but he couldn't help cracking a grin at Danny.

"Well you seem to be doing better." Tucker said. Then his disappeared "Hey, I'm sorry for pressuring you yesterday. Sam said Valerie's reaction really messed you up last night. I guess I didn't really think about how much trouble telling Valerie could cause you."

"Tuck, it's fine. It was just an idea, you didn't force me to tell Valerie."

"Yeah, but I should've at least considered-"

"Hey, don't beat yourself up about this one. I...hadn't exactly been having the best week when you asked." Danny rubbed the back of his neck embarrassingly.

"You really do seem better now, though."

"Yeah, I really am. On the subject of Valerie, though..."

"What? I thought you two were cool now."

"We are. I'm talking about Valerie and you."

"Me?"

"You've got a crush on her, don't you?"

"What?! That's ludicrous!"

"You're not denying it."

"Danny, that is a totally baseless accusation!"

"Still not denying it."

"Aggh!"

"What's with all the screaming?" Sam asked as she opened Danny's door.

"Nothing." Tucker grumbled.

"So, are you and Valerie cool now?" Danny asked.

"I'm...giving her a chance. But only because I know Tucker likes her."

"WHAT?!"

"Thanks Sam." Danny smiled, ignoring Tucker's outcry. "Now, I don't know about you two, but I am ready to sit back and not do anything that doesn't involve kicking your butts at Turbo Racer for the next four hours."

"You sure you don't want to talk about what happened?" Sam asked.

"Nope!" Danny said. "Actually, after talking with Valerie, I honestly feel a lot better." Sam could tell Danny really meant it, he wasn't trying to ignore his feeling like last night. "Right now, what I could really use is a break from all the ghosts, drama, and ghost drama"

Sam and Tucker looked at each other. They could tell Danny wasn't just trying to push away his feelings this time, he really meant it.

They looked away from each other to smile at Danny.

"And what makes you think you're going to win, Ghost Boy?" Tucker grinned challengingly.

"Oh?" Danny raised an eyebrow "You think you're a challenge for me, Friar Tuck?"

"Come on you two," Sam rolled her eyes "We all know Chaos reigns supreme."

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Thankfully, Danny really did get that break. There were no ghosts attacks for the rest of the day, so he thoroughly enjoyed just playing video games with his friends.

That didn't mean no work, though. As soon as Sam and Tucker left, Danny got to started on his English homework. It didn't take too long, but Danny also had some studying to do for an upcoming history test that he knew Jazz would bug him about if he didn't do it. He had no idea how she always seemed to know when he had homework or an upcoming test.

The rest of the evening had been pretty chill, and Danny had gotten a pretty good sleep in Sunday morning, but unfortunately his dad wanted the lab cleaned after lunch.

Danny grumbled at he scrubbed the lab floor. His dad had said it would be a "quick and easy job", but little did he know that there was a ghost spider egg hidden under one of the tables that was ready to hatch. Danny had managed to suck most of them into the thermos, but a fair number of them he'd ended up squashing, leaving a bunch of ecto-goo for him to clean up.

Ecto-goo was not fun to clean up.

He'd just finished cleaning the spider guts when his ghost sense went off.

"Oh no," Danny glared at the portal and transformed "You are not messing up the lab after I just finished wiping up all that ectoplasm!"

Danny put his hands together and charged up a mega ectoblast, ready to knock whatever came out of that portal right back in.

"Oh I wouldn't dream of it." Vlad Plasmius said as he emerged from the portal. "I know how hard ectoplasm is to scrub out."

"Vlad?"

"Daniel." Vlad nodded. "It seems the vultures were right about that safe path. Well, as safe as The Ghost Zone can be, anyway. I don't give those birds enough credit."

"Vlad, what are you doing?" Danny let his ecto blasts fizzle out and transformed back. "My parents could've been in here!"

"They actually were when I checked a few hours ago. Invisibility is a very useful tool, Little Badger. Anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something."

"Um, okay. What's up?"

"Well, I'm sure you remember our little chat the last time we met?"

"Er, yeah." Danny rubbed the back of his neck.

"I wanted to apologize for my sudden and, frankly, rather rude departure. You and your mother were more right than I was able to face at the time. I'm afraid it was all just too much for me to process. I actually had to go back to therapy to sort through some things I thought were long behind me."

Vlad laughed lightly, but his face quickly turned serious.

"But I didn't just come here to apologize. Daniel, after much deliberation and discussion, I've come to a very difficult decision."

Vlad took a deep breath.

"I think it's time I came clean to Jack and Maddie about what the accident did to me."

Vlad paused, waiting for Danny's reaction, but there was none. Danny just stared at him, face unchanged.

This surprised and concerned Vlad.

"Now, I know this might decision might-"

"Why?"

"Pardon me?"

"I don't understand why you want to tell them." Danny felt the anger begin to rise in him. It wasn't as strong as when the vultures had first told him about Vlad's plans, but it was still very much there. "You've already been hiding from them for twenty years, and you're hardly around anyway. What possible reason could you want to tell them now for?"

""Well..." Vlad was taken aback by the hostility in Danny's voice "I...might be willing to come around more often if they knew. Assuming they accepted me, that is."

"That's a pretty big 'if'." Danny scoffed "I don't get it. Why can't you just keep your ghost half a secret when you're around them like I do?"

Vlad took a breath.

"I don't know if this will make sense to you, Daniel, since you only had your accident a few months ago, but I've been living as a ghost-human hybrid for over twenty years, and it's become a rather significant part of who I am. It's not just a secret to keep, it affects how I live my daily life. In negative ways, yes, but also in a lot of positive ones. Hiding my ghostliness means hiding who I am, which is fine when I'm with my business associates or the grocery clerk, but around the friends I'm supposed trust it's..."

A tired look crossed Vlad's face, and he didn't quite look at Danny as he spoke.

"...painful. I've only been able to admit this recently, but keeping this secret has been hurting me for years. When I'm with Jack and Maddie, in a way it doesn't feel like it's really me there. Whether I want to or not, I can't go back to being the Vlad Masters your parents knew in college. He simply doesn't exist anymore."

Vlad's words reminded Danny of the ones that he'd said to Sam in his bedroom the other day, but Danny's still found himself angry.

"If you just made an effort-"

"Daniel, these past few months were me making an effort."

"So that's it? You're bad at lying, so you're just willing to risk losing your friendship with them?"

"We've barely spoken to each other in twenty years. It's like you said, In a way I've already lost them."

Danny's words being used against him made his blood boil. He was too angry for his brain to form a response.

"All things considered," Vlad continued "I may actually have a lot more to gain by telling them."

"Like what? Them never talking to you again?"

"I do understand your reluctance, but I've made up my mind that telling them is worth risking our pathetic excuse for a friendship."

"You know, this puts me at risk too Vlad! It's not just you!"

"That's why I wanted to talk to you about it first."

"Well, if you're looking for permission, the answer's 'no'."

"If you truly feel that this puts you at risk, then I won't tell them, but I really think that this could be beneficial for you."

"Really, how?" Danny scoffed.

"Well, I don't know if you'd ever want to tell your parents what the portal really did to you, but if you let me tell them about me, then you'll at least know how they'll react."

Danny blinked is surprise. He hadn't even considered that.

"You...you mean, you would..." Danny shook his head. "They'd figure out that I was half-ghost too. We had the same accidents, it's not that hard to put two and two together."

"Our accidents, although both caused by ghost portals, I believe were different enough that your parents won't connect the dots. Remind me, what were the after-effects of your accident?"

"After-effects?"

"Yes. I was hospitalized for sometime, and suffered and unfortunate case of, um, erm..."

"Ecto-acne?"

"Yes, that. Anyway, I believe the energy you were exposed to was more purified, so I assume you didn't necessarily have the same...physical ailments I did. Your portal is also much bigger than the one that malfunctioned in our college. Were you even conscious when you were brought to the hospital?"

"I didn't go to the hospital."

"...What?"

"I mean, it was the most terrifying experience of my life, and afterwards I was pretty scared that my parents might catch me phasing through stuff or turning invisible by accident, but physically I was fine. I probably should have gone to a therapist, but once I figured out how to go back to looking like my human self, you couldn't even tell that I'd just had all my molecules rearranged."

There was a pause.

"You're telling me," Vlad spoke slowly "That I spent almost three months hospitalized, in various degrees of extreme fever, with an incredibly humiliating skin condition, and you walked out of that," Vlad thrust an arm out to the swirling portal behind him "Without so much as a-"

Vlad put a gloved hand over his face and took a deep breath. A very deep breath.

"Beer cheese soup...never mind that now. As I was saying, our accidents were...different enough that I don't believe your parents will connect them. Did you ever consider that my portal incident had changed me the same way it did on you when you heard about it?"

"Er, no."

"You see? It's easy to spot patterns when you know what you're looking for. But when you don't know there are even clues to be found at all, the most obvious truths can go right over someone's head."

"Like how no one figures out Clark Kent is Superman?"

"Yes, exactly! Frankly, considering the fact that you consistently set off their devices meant to work on ghosts, and they still haven't suspected anything, I think you're secret is quite safe. Honestly, Daniel, I didn't even realize who you were in your ghost form, even though it looks nearly identical to your human form, and if anyone should have been able to put two and two together, it's me. I'll even add emphasis on the impurity of the ectoplasmic energy that blasted me to throw them off the scent."

Danny was speechless. This was a golden opportunity. Danny had been wanting to tell his parents for a long time. If Vlad told them first, then he'd know for sure whether telling them was safe.

This was exactly what Danny wanted. But...

"But they might might reject you. Vlad, what if they try to kill you? What if they hate you? I know you said you've already lost them in a way, but you might really lose them."

"I like to think they won't. I know Jack and Maddie be be a bit...pathological. But I was friends with them for a long time. When it comes down to it, they have good hearts. This will certainly come as a shock to them, and I'm sure it'll take some adjusting, but I think when it comes down to it, they'll accept me for all I am. Don't you?"

"I-I think so...but if they don't..."

"I know the risks, Daniel. And I've accepted them. "

Danny felt his anger melting away as Vlad's words sunk in.

With his head cooler, Danny realized that he'd been trying to shut Vlad down the same way he'd been trying to shut down the voice that urged him to tell his family.

He hadn't really been talking to Vlad for the past few minutes. Vlad had already considered every point Danny brought up, likely much more deeply than Danny had even had the time to.

But what if Vlad was wrong?

But what if he wasn't?

"When did you plan on telling them?"

"I thought I'd invite your family out to my cottage for a weekend getaway. If...that's alright with you, that is."

"You mean the one in Colorado?"

"While there has been some debate on what that particular structure is technically classified as, it is not even a little bit a cottage. My cottage is by a lake, and free of ghost fauna. Does that sound alright to you?"

Danny didn't answer right away.

"Yeah." He finally said, his stomach doing a little flip-flop. "I'd be okay with that."

Vlad's eyes widened slightly.

"Just to be clear," he said "You're giving me permission to tell Jack and Maddie about my ghost powers on said getaway?"

"...Yeah. Yeah, I am."

"Excellent!" Vlad smiled wide. "Oh, I'm so glad you've said yes! Now, I believe I'll head home and make a phone call to your house, as ludicrous as that is. Thank you, Daniel, for letting me do this. I really appreciate it. I know that wasn't a decision you made lightly."

"Yeah. I know I was arguing with you pretty hard earlier, but honestly I've kind of wanted to tell them for a while too. It's just..."

"I know."

"Yeah."

Vlad turned to head back through the portal.

"Wait!"

"What is it?"

"When exactly did you plan for the trip to happen?"

"I have a free weekend in two weeks, and I thought then might be a good time. Is that a problem?"

"No, that's fine. There's just one thing I want to do first..."

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Danny stared at Jazz from the doorway. She hadn't noticed he was there yet, and was scribbling away in a notebook, two very large books open on either side of her.

He could just leave. Once he told her, there was no going back. He didn't have to do this.

It was so tempting, to just turn around and walk away from all the risk. But Danny wanted to tell her before Vlad told his parents. He wasn't exactly sure why. Maybe he wanted to prove he wasn't a coward who let Vlad take all the risks for him, maybe he wanted some backup in case things went really wrong, or maybe he was tired of fear keeping him from going to one of the people he trusted most (even if he'd never admit it).

All Danny really knew was that the longer he waited, the more time he'd spend stewing in anxiety.

Better to just jump in and get it over with.

"Hey Jazz." he said.

"Hey Danny." She looked up and smiled at him. "What's up?"

"Uh, do you know where Mom and Dad are?"

"Grocery shopping."

"Didn't they just go yesterday?"

"Apparently they got distracted by some ghost rats or something and never actually made it to the store. They said they were bringing home pizza. Why, did you need something from them?"

Danny's stomach suddenly dropping made it hard to speak, but he knew hesitating too long would worry Jazz, so he forced himself to start talking.

"I, um, actually wanted to tell you something." It almost felt like someone else was saying those words. Those words that he couldn't back out of. "It's...about the accident."

This was it. He'd crossed the threshold.

The smile faded from Jazz's face. She closed her notebook and pushed it away without looking at it.

"Do you want to sit down?" she asked.

"Um, yeah, I guess that'd be good."

Danny began making his way toward a chair on the opposite end of the table, but Jazz pulled out the chair beside her. He hesitated briefly, but took the chair beside Jazz, turning it so that he was facing her.

Tick, tick...

Had the kitchen clock's ticking always been this prominent?

"Okay," Danny said, not even noticing how tightly his hands clutched the hem of his shirt "Okay, so, um, it's, I, I-"

"Take your time Danny." Jazz said. "Breathe. I'm not going anywhere."

"Right." Danny closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

This was hard. He'd never actually told anyone himself before. Sam and Tucker had been there for the accident, Vlad had found out by beating him into unconsciousness (which actually sounded pretty bad out of context), and with Valerie he'd kind of just let the secret reveal itself. He had told Sam and Tucker about Vlad, but this was different.

Did he just blurt it out and get it over with? Did he try to slowly explain things and break it to Jazz gently?

Danny knew he should have come up with a plan, but thinking too hard about the fact that he was actually going to tell Jazz made him feel sick. He'd barely been able to stomach sending Sam and Tucker a message about what he was about to do, and he still hadn't read their replies.

Tick, tick...

"Jazz do you...do you believe Mom and Dad when they say all ghosts are evil?"

"Our parents are wrong about a lot of things, Danny. I take everything they say with a grain of salt."

Jazz smiled softly. Danny found the strength to smile back.

"And of course," Jazz continued "There's that ghost kid whose always saving everyone. He saved my life twice you know. He's definitely good."

On the one hand, that was good to hear. On the other, people talking about Phantom in front of him made Danny squirm on an average day, never mind when he was seconds away from revealing that they were secretly the same person.

"Sorry," Jazz laughed gently "I'm rambling. I'll let you keep talking. Unless you ask another question."

"Ha, ha, thanks." Danny laugh sounded fake and distracted, even to him. He suddenly noticed how dry his mouth was. He swallowed to try and get some moisture back, but it didn't really help. He decided to just jump into it. Jazz would be surprised, but she'd accept him. He knew she would.

He was pretty sure she would.

"It's just, The Fenton Portal, when it went off, it...changed me. " He paused. True to her word, Jazz said nothing. "It, and this is going to sound crazy, I know, just bear with me, but The Fenton Portal...it made me half-ghost."

Jazz smiled gently at him.

"I know."

Danny's heart stopped. He'd been prepared for Jazz to react in so many different ways; surprised, confused, anxious, even fearful, but never in a million years had he expected that.

It was more disorienting than being punched in the face by Skulker.

"You- I- you what?"

"I know you have ghost powers." Jazz said. "I know you're Danny Phantom."

"N-no." Danny stood up. "There's no way! Y-you can't have..."

Danny was completely blindsided. It was hard to make sense of his thoughts through the weird mixture of anger and confusion that flooded his brain. He didn't really have a good reason to feel so hurt, but it felt like he'd just found out that someone had been tricking him.

In a way, this almost felt worse than rejection.

Jazz stood up and grabbed Danny's shoulders.

"Danny, look at me." She said firmly. "Breathe. It's okay. I've known for a long time. I've been doing what I could to keep Mom and Dad off your back."

Danny pushed Jazz off of him and turned around. He didn't say anything.

"I'm sorry. Maybe it was wrong to keep this from you," For the first time that evening, Jazz started to sound unsure "But I wanted to wait until you were ready to tell me. I didn't want to force you. I didn't mean to-"

She stopped talking when she heard a loud sniff from Danny. He was trying to hide it, but there was no mistaking it; he was crying.

Jazz stopped talking. She walked in front of Danny and put a hand on his shoulder. He scrunched up his body at her touch, but he didn't push her off.

"Danny?"

He looked up at Jazz. His eyes had started to turn red, and she could tell he was using every fibre of his being to hold back tears.

Danny reached up and wiped one of his eyes roughly with the heel of his palm.

Something in Jazz broke.

"Don't try to fight it." Jazz tried to sound confident, but her voice wasn't as steady as she hoped it would be. "It's okay, you're safe here. You can...y-you can..."

The more she looked at Danny's puffy eyes and ever-so-slightly trembling lips, the harder it was to find words. She wanted to say the right thing, whatever it was that would make Danny feel better.

Danny had gone through so much, been through so much pain because of all the hiding he'd done from his family. From her.

What could Jazz possibly say to make all that better?

Feeling lost and desperate, she just wrapped her arms around him as tight as she could. At first Danny didn't respond, but then she felt his body begin to quake with sobs and his fists clung to her shirt.

"I'm sorry." he said.

"You shouldn't be." she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Jazz felt tears sliding down her own face as Danny buried his head in her shoulder.

It was hard to tell how long they stayed like this. Jazz felt her back starting to cramp, but she was willing to remain hunched down forever. For Danny.

"I'm okay now Jazz." he eventually said.

Jazz didn't move or respond. She just wanted to hold her baby brother like this and keep him safe forever.

But she did allow Danny to gently wriggle out of her grip.

The two of them just stood there and looked at each other for a few seconds.

"Do you want to sit down?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah."

The two of them sat in the chairs they were sitting in before. Neither of them said anything right away.

"Do you, um..." Danny struggled to find the right words.

"What?" Jazz asked gently.

"Did you, like, have any questions you wanted to ask me? About the whole half-ghost thing?"

Jazz smiled.

"Yeah, actually. If you don't mind."

"Yeah, it's cool."

"Okay, just to make sure I have everything straight, Sam and Tucker are the only other people who know?"

"Yeah. Well, besides Vla-" Nope. Danny didn't know if he was allowed to tell her that yet. "-aaalerie."

"Valerie?" Jazz frowned "As in Valerie Gray?"

"Yup. That's the one."

"Okay. So what's the story there?"

"You know that new ghost hunter, The Red Huntress?"

"Yeah...hang on, are you saying Valerie's The Red Huntress?"

"Apparently."

"Huh. Okay. Wait," Jazz's suddenly sat up straight, her face filled with panic "Were you forced to reveal yourself because she captured and tortured you?"

"What? No, no. I ran into her while fighting a ghost and, unlike Mom and Dad, she was nice to me as a ghost, so I figured it'd be a good idea for us to work together."

Jazz visibly relaxed. Danny decided to save the long version of what had gone down for another day.

"Okay. So I'm basically all caught up. I just have one more question. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine now. I didn't expect to break down like that. It's kind of embarrassing, but I guess I was kind I've been kind of worried about how telling you would go for a while, and-"

"No. I mean, I'm glad you're emotionally okay now, but I meant with the ghost fighting."

"What?"

"I know Mom and Dad trained us how to handle ourselves pretty well in combat, especially against ghosts, and you always seemed okay, but I just want to check that you're not too overwhelmed or anything."

"Oh, nah, I'm good. It was kind of tricky at first, especially since my powers were so hard to control, but Sam and Tucker helped out and we've pretty much got the hang of it. Big ghosts don't show up too often, so we keep up pretty okay. Of course, we don't exactly control when the ghosts do show up, so there are some occasional hiccups."

"Like that time with your English exam?"

"Yeah, right, totally." That particular hiccup probably had more to do with the all-nighters Danny pulled after the latest DOOMED update, but Jazz didn't need to know that. "I mean, sure, I'd rather they didn't show up at 3:00 am sometimes, but overall, fighting ghosts is actually kind of cool."

"That's a relief to hear." Jazz smiled. "But still, I'm glad you had Sam and Tucker so you didn't have to go through all that alone."

"Yeah..." Danny rubbed the back of his neck guiltily "Look, Jazz, they were there when the accident changed me, I didn't go to them before you, I trust you, I just-"

"Danny, you don't have to justify yourself. I'm not going to judge how you responded to a situation as drastic as becoming half-ghost. I know you, and I believe you did what you thought was best, for yourself and the people around you. You may be kind of a snarky moody teenager these days-"

"Hey!"

"-but you're the kind of person who always tries their best. You always have been."

Danny didn't say anything. It was genuinely touching that Jazz thought of him that way. Sure, he knew she loved him, but Danny hadn't realized that she also believed in him. Or how much that meant to him.

Danny and Jazz turned their heads at the sound of screeching tires.

"Mom and Dad are home." Jazz said.

"You don't say."

"See, there's that snarkiness I was talking about."

"Well, for you informati-"

"Hello Kids!" A smiling Maddie kicked open the front door, arms full of grocery bags. Jack followed closely behind her with two boxes of pizza and a singular burlap sack.

"What's in the bag?" Danny asked.

"We finally tracked down those ghost rats, Danny-boy!" Jack beamed.

"That sack's full of ghost rats?!" Jazz's face paled.

"Nope! Those darned vermin got away." Jack set the pizzas on the counter and then turned the bag upside down, dumping a small mountain of screwdrivers onto the kitchen table. "But we found these!"

"The ghost rats...were real?" Danny stared at the pile of screwdrivers in disbelief.

"Ooh! You kids will never guess who called us while we were out!" Maddie piped up as she put away various groceries.

"Who?" Jazz asked.

"It was Vladdie!" Jack said. "Sadly, my cell phone going off was what alerted the rats to our trap and allowed them to escape, but on the bright side he's invited us all to spend a weekend at his cottage!"

"Well that's...pretty sudden." Jazz raised an eyebrow. "We haven't seen him in three months, and he suddenly wants us to go on vacation with him?"

"Yup!" Jack beamed, not seeing Jazz's point at all. "And he said Danny could bring Sam and Tucker with him!"

"Oh, for real?" Danny said "Sweet!"

"What...why...?" Jazz was completely baffled. "Has he even met your friends?"

"Yeah, he..."

Danny suddenly remembered that this was not a group he could talk about the Axiom situation with.

"...saw them on the stairs when he came over that one time."

Jazz just stared at Danny. After a few seconds, she stood up.

"You know what? I'm just going to roll with whatever is going on. My brain has had enough tonight. I need pizza." Jazz opened one of the boxes. She instantly closed it again. "Never mind, that one's Dad's abomination."

"Aw, come on Jazzy-pants." Jack put his hand on Jazz's shoulder. "There's nothing wrong with pineapple on pizza."

"There is if there's also anchovies on said pizza."

"I'm telling you, you kids would love it if you just tried it!" Jack said, taking a slice from the box. Behind him, Maddie shook her head frantically and mouthed the word 'no'.

"Well, as tempting of an idea as that is," Danny opened the other box "I think I'll stick with pepperoni."

Just as Danny was about to take the first bite, a familiar chill ran up his body, escaping from is mouth in a puff of mist.

Jazz, who had noticed Danny's breath, followed his gaze to the window in time to see a dark figure in overalls float by.

"Ugh," she said dramatically "I just remembered, Danny, you forgot to log out of DOOMED on my computer again."

"What? Jazz, your computer doesn't even-" Danny noticed the look Jazz was giving him, and it clicked "Oh. I mean, yeah, I'll go up and do that right now." Danny stood up.

"There's no way I'm trusting you in my room alone." Jazz stood up too.

"Kids," Maddie frowned "Can't this wait until after dinner?"

"I don't want Danny's game eating my battery. Don't worry, this'll be quick."

"Alright." Maddie relented. "Danny, try to remember to log off of Jazz's computer in the future."

Jazz and Danny bolted up the stairs together, stopping on the landing. Jazz looked at Danny.

"Do you need help?"

"Nah, I got this."

"Are you sure?" Jazz pulled out a small rod. She hit a button and it extended a meter and sparked on the end. "Because I am fully prepared to obliterate anyone who tries to mess with you. Human or ghost."

"Woah." Danny blinked at the weapon a few times before giving Jazz a reassuring smile. "Don't worry, it's just The Box Ghost. This'll be quick. He's as threatening as a bag of wet cotton candy."

"HEY!" A familiar blue head popped out of the wall. "THAT IS AN INACCURATE ASSESMENT OF MY POW-!"

"Yaaaahhhhh!" Jazz let out a startled scream and jabbed The Box Ghost with her rod.

"Auuuughh!" He let out a painful yell before falling the rest of the way through the wall, landing on the floor between Danny and Jazz.

"Everything all right up there kids?" Maddie called from the kitchen.

"Yup!" Danny said.

"Everything's fine!" Jazz said

"Euuugh..." The Box Ghost said.

"All right. Hurry up, your pizza's getting cold!"

Danny and Jazz looked at each other. They looked back down at the dazed Box Ghost. Danny pulled out The Thermos and sucked him into it.

"Wow, that was quick." Jazz said. She hit the button on her rod, shrinking it back to its original size. "Back to pizza?"

"Yeah, back to pizza."

As they walked down the stairs, Danny realized something; he felt better than he had in weeks. Maybe even months.

Sure, he still had his parents to deal with, but he was telling some people, and they didn't hate him. They didn't look down on him or feel too differently at all.

Jazz still wanted to protect him, which was often quite annoying, but it was what Jazz did. Learning he was half-ghost hadn't really changed the way she looked at him, which was all Danny wanted. It was everything he'd hoped for. Something he'd been too scared to even hope for sometimes.

And yet, it was what happened. And it felt good.

"Hey Jazz?"

"Yeah Danny?"

"I'm glad I told you."

Jazz smiled.

"Me too."

She came over and wrapped an arm around Danny. He let his head lay on her shoulder for a few seconds before pushing her away and reentered the kitchen. Jazz rolled her eyes as she followed him.

Danny listened to his parents go on about their call with Vlad. They were very excited about the trip. Danny was excited too, and very happy for his parents, but he couldn't help but feel a little apprehensive.

That trip held great potential for disaster. In two weeks, his parents love was going to be put to the ultimate test.

But right now, things were good, and Danny was going to enjoy that.

[evvvvv2]

I always thought I was going to die young, it was like a kind of support, something I could be sure of, I could relax because overall, I was going to die young.

There is a story, the story of the little cow, that says that one day a master and his apprentice were walking and found a family of very poor people who supported themselves with what a little cow gave them, after having spoken with them, the master sent the apprentice to kill the cow. The apprentice was confused, why would he kill the only thing that could support a family? But he decided to trust his master and threw the little cow off a cliff. For a long time he thought about the decision he made and one day he decided to go to the family house to apologize. When he arrived at the place where the hut was, he found a good house, with a garden and animals around it, and good quality clothes hanging. The apprentice knocked on the door and was happily greeted by the family that owned the cow. The apprentice was confused, but the first thing he did was apologize for having killed the cow, to which the family responded that thank you for having killed her, because if he had not done so they would have settled for something that did not give them enough to support themselves and since they had the minimum minimum and sufficient, they did not try to explore new horizons, which when the little cow died they had to explore to survive and it turns out that they were very good at agriculture and that thanks to that they could acquire more animals and renovate the house and etc.

The idea that I was going to die soon was my little cow, I looked at my future and said bah, I'll kill myself when I'm 20, it doesn't matter, or I'll leave as soon as I can and disappear. This all started because I spent a large part of my life in depression and suicidal thoughts and I came to the conclusion that my life was not worth living, so that was my decision, In order not to think about it too much and because I didn't dare to do anything, I told myself that from that point on, at 20, I would die, and that was my reasurement. I had that idea as a reference point for everything, nor did I care much about my studies because at the end of the day I wasn't going to be able to do them, nor about what I was going to do with my life of course. One day I was talking to a friend and he made me see further, he told me his future plan and that he also had a place saved for me there, that I had no other option, and thus, without realizing it, broke all my plans, he made me imagine what my future could be like, that it was okay if I stayed a little longer and after that 20 seemed like a very short time to live and I realized that I was going to lock myself in that cage at that moment until I was 20. I always thought I would die young but, who knows, maybe not. You never know what the future may bring and knowing that I had limited time I ended up getting overwhelmed because gosh there was so much I wanted to do and so little time to do it that I decided to fuck off that idea, thanks to that friend. I had a good mentality after that because to live sometimes you need that "it's not that big of a deal." I don't know what your case will be, but I am sure that your life is worth it, and there are many things you can do, don't limit yourself with death. Talk to people, no matter how much it costs, It makes me angry to tell you because they told me and it seemed stupid and it didn't help me, but open your mind, be willing to do anything and believe me, nothing is that big of a deal, the only thing that is worth it are the things that make you and yourself happy, don't take it as if it were something selfish, maybe people are things that make you happy, take care of them too, but without losing yourself. The important thing is to love yourself first and then love others.

English is not my first language, I hope it is well understood, sorry for the long text

I'm very sorry to ask something like this, I've really been struggling with this question, and I wanted to ask the combined wisdom of the people on this site

I would like to know why you keep going, and what drives you to keep living. I know there are a lot of reasons to stay alive and enjoy life, I can think of a few that personally resonate with me, but I really want to know what your reasons are

You do not have to comment on this if that's too big of an ask, and I'm very sorry for asking something like this, I really need someone's help, I feel like I don't have much purpose

Also if I may ask, please don't post any suicidal ideation in the comments of this post, I really can't handle something like that right now

[shizori]

Visiting my Sister's House;

I recently returned from the airport, did you know that? i did, indeed! And you know what? i'm back in the Philippines at last! To be honest, i still find it hard to believe. It was an amazing voyage that took me all the way from Norway to this location. I made the decision to see my sister; there shouldn't be any issues because her house is close by in Manila. It's a little bit of a drive, but i have my car with me, so that shouldn't be a problem. I carried an additional set of clothes just in case. It's always best to be prepared because you never know what can occur, am i right? concerning attire, you know what i did before to going to my sister's house? yes, i made the decision to dress comfortably. After spending hours on the road, i believe i deserve a rest. But hold on, I decided to inspect the items i had while i was driving. That's when something clicked for me. I completely neglected to bring my sister's gifts! Oh my goodness, it's unbelievable! After travelling all the way from Norway, i realised that i had forgotten an important items. Thank goodness i had my car, so i could return home and pick up my presents. I'm really happy i went on that trip since i can now present my sister's gifts in person. Regarding presents, allow me to share with you this. I purchased multiple presents for everyone of my siblings, including my brother who is presently residing in Japan. I'll have to settle for a delivery as I'm unable to give him his gift in person. Even though it's not as thrilling, i'm sure he will still value the effort.

Would you like to know what i got my siblings? Oh, allow me to explain! I think they're going to enjoy the presents i spent hours choosing for each of them. I purchased my sister a set of clothes and a large beauty kit, which i think will look amazing on her. I can just imagine her beaming broadly upon seeing them! And while my brother is presently in Japan, i also got him some delicious Norwegian snacks, a producing kit set (which includes a mixing console and some recording equipment, in case you're wondering), and a guitar set. I'm sure he will adore them! The tough part is about to begin: i'm a little anxious about scheduling a delivery for my brother's gift to Japan. Who wants their gift to break or disappear during transit, after all? However, a little bubble wrap here and there should work. Plus, i'm sure it will arrive undamaged if the proper courier service is used. All in all, i can't wait to give my siblings their presents. As much as i adore them, i hope they love them too!

After battling Manila's insane traffic for thirty minutes, i made it to my sister's house. Her house was just as large and tasteful as mine was, as soon as i pulled up! It was even more remarkable because it included a garden. I chose to wait while i rang the doorbell. She was still wearing her silk dress and had a towel over her damp hair when, much to my astonishment, she opened the door! Her slightly unkempt appearance made me laugh, and she responded by rolling her eyes at me. "Gosh, you really do look funny," i laughed. "Hey, i still look beautiful!" she exclaimed, trying (and failing) to maintain a straight face while pulling off a fake disgruntled grimace. Even though she refused to acknowledge it, i could tell she was pleased to see me. I gave her a hug after our funny conversation, understanding that my unexpected visit had taken her by surprise. She groaned halfheartedly and exclaimed, "i didn't know you were coming!" She said, "And where have you been?" "Silly, i came home," i answered. I planted a kiss on her cheek and said, "I wanted to surprise you!" She seized my hand and dragged me inside, saying, "Well, now that you're here, let's catch up!" The moment i walked into my sister's exquisite home, i knew it was the right moment to give her the gift i had given her. She opened her eyes wide with joy as i gave her the exquisitely wrapped surprise. "Open it, open it!" i exclaimed, losing control of my own enthusiasm. I knew she would adore the clothes and makeup set she pulled out of the box when she hastily tore off the wrapping paper. She offered me a hug while cradling the gifts in her arms as her face lit up with pure excitement. Her enthusiasm contagious, "Oh my gosh, a set of beauty products and dresses! I love you!" For the next several minutes, we laughed and joked around like we used to, while we enjoyed the gifts together. Moments like these made me realise how fortunate i was to have a sister like her, and i felt grateful that i could spend this unique time with her.

We talked for a while, snacking, and then we made the decision to video call our brother, Xion. We wanted to catch up with him even though it was a little disappointing that we couldn't speak to him face-to-face. He appeared shocked to see us when he answered the phone. "Hey you guys! Why did you call me? Oh, Shi? You're back in the Philippines?" inquired him. "I just got back and decided to visit ate Ria, and it's sad not being able to see you in person," i said. We all chuckled as my sister joked, "Hey you! Come back here to the Philippines too!" Xion assured us he would return soon. Before it was time for him to leave, we laughed and caught up on life over a few hours on the video call. I said, "Bye! Take care," to which my sister also said, "Bye! Make sure your boyfriend is taking care of you, or he'll get punched by me." Before he hung up, we all had one last round of laughter. In summary, i had a terrific day catching up with my brother over a video conference and spending time with my sister. We were happy to be able to communicate with Xion and spend time with him even though we missed being able to see him in person. I hope we can all get together in person soon!

I knew it was time for me to go as the sun started to set and we kept talking. I needed to get some sleep because i had a class the next day. "Hey, it's getting late. I should go now," i remarked, my voice reluctantly mixed with a note of sadness. "Yeah, you're right. It's been so nice spending time with you. I didn't even notice how long we've been chatting!" replied my sister. She slipped into another room, returned with a headache oil in hand, and said, "But wait, before you go, i have something for you." As she gave me the extra set, she quipped, "I had a feeling you would need this." "Thanks, that's really thoughtful of you." We hugged and said our goodbyes, and as we did so, i couldn't help but worry if we would get another opportunity to see the city together. Maybe another time, i said to myself as i walked back to my car. Goodbye!