Lies are the root of all conflict. Get rid of the lies and the problems will iron themselves out into simple fact and truth. The process isn't always clean, but the world is an imperfect place.

The Fenton household is quiet tonight. For once everyone seems to be resting at the same time, a rarity for the family. An opportunity for the ghost. She had slid out of the ghost zone hours before while the Fenton parents had their backs turned. A few of their devices on one of the cramped tables made faint noises and lit up when she floated near them and she took that as her que to get out of the lab. They had the homefield advantage and she didn't want to cross them. Upstairs in the living room no sensors went off and she relaxed a little.

She went to the corner and sat cross-legged on the ground, invisible, and watched the various family members throughout the day. Jazz and Danny Fenton got home from school in the afternoon and went to their respective rooms. When Danny had first entered the doorway a breath of cold mist escaped his mouth and he had looked around nervously. His eyes passed her, unseeing.

She wasn't too worried. She knew who he was and that he was dangerous, sure, but she also knew his little ghost detecting power didn't tell him exactly where she was. More often than not the ghosts came to him so he didn't have to look for them, but she wasn't going to do that. Talk about a stupid move.

Danny had rushed up to his room then and patrolled the neighborhood for half an hour or so before returning. He brushed it off and started his homework. The ghost would have been lying if she'd said she wasn't on edge that whole time. But she never lied. She knew his ghost sense wouldn't go off a second time unless she went a certain distance away from him and then came back but having him know she was around was not comforting. When he returned she finally relaxed into the chair.

The rest of the day in the Fenton house was rather boring. Maddie Fenton came up from the lab and made dinner, Jack stayed in the lab, and the kids stayed in their rooms. They all gathered around the table and talked about their day while they ate. She sat on the counter and watched them, still invisible of course. They all lied at least once. She knew, and it annoyed her. She hated lies. Some of the lies were small, some were whoppers, but she disliked them all.

She reclaimed her living room chair after dinner was over. Everyone went to bed a few hours later. She waited until 3 in the morning before floating out of her seat and up the stairs. These things were better done while people were asleep. She looked at the doors, debating who should be first. She picked the daughter, Jazz. She was alone and was least likely to wake up.

The ghost phased through the door and over to Jazz's sleeping figure. She positioned her floating body directly over the bed, face mere inches from the sleeping girl's. Carefully the ghost brought her hands down and grasped each side of Jazz's head, her thumbs going intangible and into each temple. She pushed them further in until she felt a sudden subtle decrease in resistance, almost like she had pushed a button. Jazz didn't stir. Smiling the ghost laid her head back down and flew to the Fenton parent's room.

She repeated what she had done to Jazz on Jack and Maddie, although much carefully. She didn't know if they had any equipment to detect ghosts in their room. But she finished her work without anything abnormal happening and she phased back out of their door relieved. Now it was Danny's turn.

She had done this to ghosts, and to humans, but never to a half ghost before. She phased into his room and watched his prone form for a few minutes to see if he stirred. She did not want to mess this up. Cautiously she floated above his bed and steeled herself. She could do this. She would do this. She gently took his sleeping head in her hands and began her procedure. Surprisingly it was not that difficult. There was a moment near the end where she had felt a numbing coldness creep through her hands and up her arms but she remained steady. It was his ghost half subconsciously rejecting her. She pushed through it easily and finished.

She rose up out of the room smiling. Things would be better after this. They always were.