A/N: Written in honour of Star's day for DP side hoes week on tumblr (March 19, 2020).

Gathering for a training session was supposed to be a good thing. A simple thing. Straightforward. Except nothing's really straightforward anymore, and Star's not sure why she ever thought it would be.

"Why are they here?" Danny hissed to her, unable to hide his nervousness as he peered around the corner of the school at Paulina, Dash, Kwan, and Valerie. Valerie was the only one prepared—she was already doing stretches, while Paulina was just using a compact to touch up her makeup and Dash and Kwan were arm-wrestling on the bleachers—but that wasn't the point.

The point was that Star had invited them all to the football field, to meet on one of the rare Thursday nights when Valerie didn't have to work, and they had all come. That already spoke volumes, whatever Fenton thought.

Star crossed her arms. "Because I asked them to come. Because they all need a training session, too. And because you brought enough weapons with you, anyway, didn't you?"

"Well, yeah, but only because you said you wanted to try different stuff, and…." Danny trailed off and set the box he was carrying on the ground. The others would know Danny was here if they looked over and saw her standing where she was, but he was mostly hidden by the corner of the school. If he decided to bolt, she wouldn't be able to stop him. He wasn't afraid to use his powers in front of her now, providing he thought no one else would notice. "Seriously, Valerie does not need to be here. She has better aim than most people."

"Which you know how, from watching her toss stuff into the garbage can from halfway across the room?"

Danny didn't answer, but that was fine. Star didn't really want an answer. She hadn't pushed Valerie on that front, and she hadn't really pushed Danny, either, aside from a bit of pointed needling. She still wasn't sure she wanted to know the truth yet.

The fact that Danny was Phantom, that Paulina had a crush on the kid she routinely called a loser, that Dash idolized the guy he shoved into a locker almost every day, that Valerie had dated Danny despite ranting about Phantom at every opportunity, was more than enough to take in.

If Danny didn't want to tell them his secret, fine. Whatever. She wouldn't tell them either. But letting himself be bullied to this extent for the sake of invisibility was just stupid. Maybe it was being a halfa, maybe it was being a teenager, but he did not have the sense of self-preservation he claimed to have. Star had seen social suicide more than once, and this was definitely it.

You could still not draw attention to yourself without being the school punching bag.

Frankly, she'd argue that Danny would draw less attention to himself if he wasn't always being picked on and showing no physical signs of it. Really, if he could be slammed into the street so hard that it formed a crater and he didn't even bruise, being shoved into a locker wasn't going to leave any marks. And it didn't. Nothing she'd seen did, at least not for any length of time. Eventually, someone else would notice, and that would be the attention he claimed to not want.

Of course, when she tried telling that to him, he didn't listen.

"Look," Danny said quietly, "I'm fine with showing you some stuff, but they'll…. They'll have questions. And Dash will shoot me with something. You know he will. I'll just pretend to get sick and—"

"Stuff it, Fenton, you're doing this." He blinked at her, and Star rolled her eyes. "Seriously. It's not going to blow your secret. Trust me, no one is going to put that together without more clues than the fact that you know how to use the stuff your parents invent. Which is totally normal, seeing as they're your parents. Besides, if you were this freaked out by the very idea of anyone seeing you as a semi-competent ghost hunter, you'd have never led us all when we fought to get our parents back. You even said yourself that you know how to work all their gear. It's not like that's going to be a new revelation."

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

She smirked. "Let me carry that box for you, and you can go back to pretending to be a weakling. Want me to tell them Jazz dropped you off?"

"They're not going to ask," Danny muttered, but he helped her pick up the box of weaponry—which was good, because it was heavier than it looked. She grunted and shifted its weight, trying to get a better grip. The last thing she wanted to do was drop this and set something off.

Even knowing what she did, it was hard to remember that Fenton was really strong—especially compared to what she'd seen him do in gym class, which was practically pathetic by anyone's standards. Sure, she didn't expect everyone to be able to climb a rope, but he couldn't run for thirty seconds before gasping for air. For someone who fought a lot, he was really unfit.

Of course, that might be because he spent most of his time flying and phasing and not running and dodging like the rest of them. Or at least not dodging as much as the rest of them, since she'd seen him dodge, and his quick reflexes spoke for themselves. Granted, they all had the chance to hide, and he didn't.

But all too often, hiding meant being cornered, and being cornered meant being helpless, and she wasn't doing that again.

Which was why they were doing this.

Besides, Danny owed her for keeping this a secret. Well, technically, either they were even or she owed him for saving her life more than once, but he thought he owed her, and she wasn't going to correct that assumption.

"Fenton's here, you guys," Star called as they got closer. Danny was doing a remarkable job of trying to hide behind her, keeping well out of Dash's reach without making it overly obvious that that's exactly what he was doing. Really, she'd never realized how good he was at that kind of thing.

Star dumped the box unceremoniously on the bleachers, unable to hold it any longer, and winced at the clink and clatter of the weapons inside. Luckily, nothing exploded. She glanced over her shoulder at Danny. "What'd you bring?"

"Just a variety of stuff," he mumbled, edging around her towards the box.

Dash beat him to it. "Outta my way, Fenturd," he said. He tossed a couple of ecto-guns towards Kwan and kept rummaging. "I don't see that bazooka thing in here."

"It's not a beginner's weapon."

Dash rounded on Danny. "You think I can't handle it?"

Danny's eye twitched. "It's best for everyone to start off small."

"I told him to bring more compact stuff," Star put in before Dash could get out the retort that had to be on the tip of his tongue. She peeked into the box, spotting a small cylinder which had rolled into the back corner. "Seriously, Fenton? I told you the lipstick laser thing was a bad idea."

"Ooh, I want that one," Paulina said, finally putting her compact away and coming over. "Make up is the best weapon a girl can have!"

Star bit her tongue and handed the weapon to Paulina. She couldn't contradict her in front of everyone and expect to remain friends. Besides, she was pretty sure the whole point of the Fenton Lipstick thing was to make a weapon that was easy to carry around and to hide. In Paulina's case—and even in her own, if she trusted herself a bit more—it would work perfectly.

Danny claimed these weapons didn't actually harm humans, but she was pretty sure he was a halfa because of some lab accident—can't just have been contaminated food if he was the only one out of the whole family affected—so she didn't put too much stock in any of the so-called safety features of these things.

Still.

There were enough ghosts around that she was willing to take the risk.

Of course, Dash and Kwan were already shooting at each other with ecto-guns and trying to dodge the blasts, so she should find out soon enough how detrimental it was for a human to be hit.

"Is that a whip?" Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow at Danny as she looked up from the box.

"Jack-o'-nine-tails. You've probably seen my dad using it. It's, um, a little more advanced than some of the other stuff. Not really point and shoot, I mean, but if you can get a ghost—"

"I'll play around with it," she said, scooping it out of the box and heading to the far corner of the football field, well away from Paulina and Dash and Kwan.

"You thought I'd be good with a whip?" Star asked, not bothering to hide her smirk.

"You're a cheerleader," Danny muttered. "You have to have a good arm. Here," he said, abruptly changing the subject by pulling a baton-like weapon out of the box and handing it to her. "This is Mom's latest version of the Fenton Utility Weapon. It's similar to the version you used on the pirate ship, but it can do a lot more stuff. If you don't like that, try the wrist ray. That's Sam's favourite."

Star pressed a button on the side, and a green light shot out of the top like a light saber. Danny jerked back, narrowly avoiding the beam. "Sorry," Star said. "I didn't know it was going to do that."

"Press that button again," he said. She did, and the light vanished. "Now grab it at the top and twist. Just, like, half a turn. Point it away from me and press the button."

This time, something like a cattle prod shot out of the end and crackled with electricity.

"You can experiment with it; there are a bunch of different settings, but the button is always the main on/off activation. Press and hold it to activate the safety when you're done. I'll, uh, I guess I'll set up some targets and see if I can convince the others to actually use them."

"I didn't invite everyone just to mess with you. You know that, right?" Danny avoided looking at her, so Star added, "I figured you'd say no if I asked."

"So you did it anyway? I told you, I don't want to stand out in a crowd."

"That's not what this is about. It's…. Danny, you'll always be able to fight back against ghosts. You're a weapon; the only extra stuff you need to carry with you is a thermos. Do you even remember what it's like to feel helpless?"

He snorted. "Of course I do. Being the kid no one pays attention to is great, since it's easier for me to sneak away, but sometimes I can't use my powers. Case and point, the last time you used something like that."

Star frowned. "You practically equipped the entire class. How exactly were you helpless?"

"Fine, so maybe that's not the best example. But even when we were stuck in detention together, I couldn't really fight back until you were out of the room." He hesitated. "And, I mean, yeah, in hindsight, pushing you through the floor might not have been the smartest idea, especially when I didn't know what you were going to fall onto, but I'm still not great at clones. The point is, my hands are tied if someone who doesn't know my secret is right there, watching me, and all the ghosts know it. Including some of the ones I haven't run into before, apparently."

There was a yelp from the middle of the field, followed by Paulina's indignant, "Watch where you're pointing those! You almost messed up my hair."

Star wasn't entirely surprised that Dash's response was more laughter than apology.

"Yeah, okay, but believe it or not, these guys? And me, obviously? Always helpless in a ghost attack. No defense. It's basically run, hide, hunker down, and hope someone—you, the Red Huntress, even your parents—comes along and saves us. And it sucks. A lesson in how to use your parents' stuff might not stop Dash from whaling on you, but if he decides to buy something—"

"He's just going to keep that ecto-gun. You know that, right?"

"—then he'll have a way to fight back and defend himself. That assurance is invaluable."

"He took the net-gun, too. Neither of those is invaluable."

Star growled. "Fine. You're not happy. I get it. I'm sorry for thinking I could help my friends." Sarcasm wasn't a good point to end this conversation on, not when he was helping her, so she added, "Thanks for not backing out when you saw them." She couldn't keep her annoyance and exasperation out of her tone, but it was marginally better than saying nothing.

"I promised you a weapon. And they would've found out you had one sooner rather than later." He shrugged. "It might be better this way."

Great, now she felt horrible for overreacting. Star took a deep breath, let it out, and then said, "Yeah. But I'm sorry. Really. I should've run it by you."

"Trust me, this is not the worst surprise I've gotten in my life." He grinned at her. "See if you can find all the weapons in that. My last count is twelve, but I don't know if I've found them all, either."

Danny ran off to try to convince Dash and Kwan not to shoot at each other—or maybe to tell Paulina not to try to use the laser to scorch a picture into the grass—and Star couldn't help but laugh. It was just….

Even with all he put up with as Fenton, even with all he did as Phantom, he was still nice enough to take the time out of his night to make good on a promise to her. She knew Dash's opinion wasn't going to change overnight and that he'd have Danny in a locker tomorrow, given the opportunity. She knew Paulina would sneer at him and call him a loser even if she never relinquished the lipstick weapon. She knew Kwan wasn't going to see this as anything but a bit of fun—bonus points if a lot of it came at Danny's expense, most likely.

But she also knew it could be a start, and he couldn't even see that.

Star jogged closer to Valerie—not near enough to be within range of the whip, which Val seemed to be getting the hang of very quickly, but near enough that she was sufficiently far enough away from the other three. Danny was right; Valerie was good, even with a weapon she hadn't used before, and the others…. Well, not so much. But that might just be because they lacked focus.

That and Valerie's black belt training, since that probably helped somehow, albeit not necessarily when it came to using a new weapon.

Star tried multiple combinations of movement on the puzzle box that was the Fenton Utility Weapon. She'd found five more weapons—pole extension, machete-like blade, mini grappling hook, electrified whip, and what was presumably a phase-proof weighted net—when she heard Dash and Kwan cheering, followed by Paulina's trilling laugh.

Somehow, it didn't come as a surprise to see Danny entangled in the net-gun's phase-proof net.

It certainly couldn't be the first time he'd been caught in one, but he could hardly get out of it using his ghost powers, and the fact that Dash was beginning to jog around and drag him meant he couldn't get out the way anyone else might, either.

Star ran over. "Cut it out, you guys. Fenton's helping us."

"It's fine," Kwan said. "We're training."

Dash grinned as he ran past her. "Yeah, Fentoenail's the ghost, and we need to wear him down."

Right now, all they were doing was covering Danny's clothes with grass stains as he tried and failed to wrestle free. If he wasn't so resilient, he'd end up with a bad friction burn, but as it was….

"Don't worry about it," Paulina said as Dash passed Danny to Kwan. "They're just having some fun."

Danny was right. She shouldn't have invited them. She didn't even know how to make them stop. They weren't going to listen to her, especially if Paulina was on their side.

She still had to try, though. "C'mon," Star yelled at them, "Fenton's doing us a favour! Don't you wanna be able to do something the next time a ghost attacks instead of just running away?"

She could see that Danny had set up targets at the far end of the field. She could also see that they hadn't been used. At least, she was guessing that the scorch marks in the grass were from when the weapons had been aimed at him, not at the targets, since they were similar to the ones left earlier and, well, since they led away from the actual targets. Dash and Kwan should have decent aim, and even Paulina….

"This was a stupid idea, wasn't it?" Star said to Paulina when no one answered. "The only one who's getting anything out of this is me. And Valerie, I guess." Star glanced over her shoulder to see what Valerie was doing—surely she'd try to step up to help Fenton? They were still friends—only to realize that Valerie was no longer there.

"What are you talking about?" Paulina said. "I've got this cool new lipstick weapon. I can't wait to show the ghost boy. I'm going to ask him to teach me to use it, and we'll spend so much time together, and—"

A high-pitched scream cut Paulina off. Dash. He and Kwan had stopped dragging Danny and were instead running back towards her and Paulina, and behind them—

"Yes, you should run, whelps," Skulker said, levelling a pair of missile launchers at them. "I am the Ghost Zone's Greatest Hunter. My reputation should precede me."

He's baiting Danny. Star didn't know why it surprised her. He was ignoring Danny for now, focusing on them to force Danny into action. Taking him while he was strapped in the net would be cheating, not just easy prey. But as long as they were there, Danny couldn't—

"C'mon, Star, move," Paulina grabbed her hand and pulled, and Star obediently started running.

She was always running.

She hated running.

"I…I can't…." How could she say this and not completely lose her social standing in Paulina's eyes? "It's my fault Fenton's here. I've gotta help him. You guys hide."

"It's just Fenton," Paulina hissed, tugging her harder as Star tried to slow. "He'll be fine. He always is. Besides, he brought all those weapons. He has to know how to use them."

"He needs to get out of the net first." She jerked her hand free. "Just hide. I'll find you as soon as I cut him free."

"The ghost boy can help him."

The ghost boy was him. Danny might be able to get free easily enough once the others were gone, but if something slowed him down—

"It's my fault he's here," Star said again, and then she turned and started running the other way. Paulina shouted after her, but when Star finally looked back, Paulina was rounding the corner of the school.

Dash and Kwan would be able to keep her safe. They still had an ecto-gun, maybe two, between them. And Paulina still had the lipstick weapon. Valerie…. Star didn't even know where Valerie was. Somewhere safe, probably, having spotted the ghost and run in a different direction? Except, if she'd seen the ghost, wouldn't she have said something? Or, more accurately, screamed something?

Star tried to remember what combination would yield the knife on the Fenton Utility Weapon. When she wound up on something that looked like garden shears, she deemed it good enough and kept running, holding the weapon out to one side in case she tripped.

She was not exactly inconspicuous, and it wasn't long before she was back to wondering if she was even sane. Skulker was pointing the weapons at her now, and she was still running towards them, and Danny—

Why wasn't Danny freezing or blasting his way out of the net?

Why hadn't he transformed?

Why was he just sitting there?

What the heck was he waiting f—?

A blast of pink energy hit Skulker's form. Star ducked on instinct, despite still being over ten feet away, and only looked up again when she heard the Red Huntress speak. "Hey, ghost scum, scram or see what it's like to face a real hunter!"

Star scrambled forward, closing the distance between her and Danny while the Red Huntress distracted the ghost. "Why the heck didn't you transform or try to get away?" she hissed as she made a clumsy attempt to cut him free. "We're lucky the Red Huntress showed up when she did!"

"Lucky," Danny said flatly. "Yeah. That's one way of putting it." He took the Fenton Utility Weapon from her shaking hands and cut himself free. That was just as well; she could see at a glance that there was no way either of them could untangle the knot by hand, not when it was pulled that tight, and she couldn't blame him for not wanting to use his ice powers in front of the Red Huntress.

He collapsed the weapon, handed it back to her, and crawled free. "Keep low," he said, as if she planned to do anything else while Skulker and the Red Huntress traded blows practically on top of them.

She followed him to the bleachers. As cover went, it was barely better than nothing. "Why aren't you going to help?" she whispered. "Even if you don't want to transform here, you can run off and—"

"She can handle this one," Danny said, nodding in the direction of the Red Huntress. "She's a good shot, and I don't want to push my luck."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means I don't want her to realize that there are two ghosts here. It's not exactly a secret that she hates Phantom."

Star frowned. "Why didn't…?" Maybe she shouldn't ask. Maybe she shouldn't press him. But, given what she knew, his inaction seemed at odds with the way he usually went about trying to save them all. "I don't get it. This is a ghost. I know the Red Huntress is here now, but you couldn't have known she was coming. Why not just free yourself once we were all running away? You know no one's going to look back until after they hope they're out of sight."

Danny shrugged. "Cameras?" He didn't even try to sound particularly convinced.

"Fenton, c'mon. Remember how I said I wasn't stupid?"

He sighed, looking utterly unconcerned by the firefight going on in the air barely twenty feet away. "Look, the Red Huntress has a way to detect ghosts. It's, like, a smaller, way more inconspicuous version of Mom and Dad's Fenton Finder. And it's accurate. And when it goes off, if she can get away to help, she does. So I wasn't surprised to see her turn up."

Star stared at him. "You can't know that she wasn't busy. That she was close. You just…. You can't. Which makes you not trying to save our butts kinda dangerous, don't you think? Just because you handed us all weapons ten minutes ago, doesn't mean we have a clue how to use them effectively. I couldn't even…." She waved the Fenton Utility Weapon around vaguely. "This kind of thing takes practice. More practice than five seconds."

He had the nerve to smile at her. "Glad you recognize that. Do you think you want to stick with that weapon or try a different one? Like I said, Sam—"

"Danny. I'm serious. I don't…. Even if you weren't really hurt by Skulker's weapons, we could've been. The Red Huntress…." Star trailed off, watching as the hunter in question pulled out a thermos of her own—not a Fenton Thermos, despite the obvious similarities—and captured Skulker. "She's not always going to be there. And neither are you. Which is why I want to learn something. But I can't…. If you planned this, if you talked to Skulker and the Red Huntress and—"

"Wait, hold on, you seriously think I planned this?" Danny looked incredulous. "Star, I don't plan ghost attacks. I don't stage anything to look like the good guy, whatever my parents think. And even if, for some obscure reason, I decided to try, you really think the Red Huntress would agree to help? No. Just, no. Even if I asked her as Fenton, she doesn't trust ghosts. She'd never agree to a crazy plan like that."

"Well, then how else can you explain being so…so nonchalant about all of this? You didn't even look particularly worried when I came to help you out of the net!"

Danny let out a slow breath, glanced over in time to watch the Red Huntress speed away on her jet sled, and turned back to Star. "Okay. Look. I didn't know Skulker was going to show up until a few seconds before he actually did. That's usually all the warning I get. But I knew the Red Huntress was close. I saw her. And I know how sensitive her watch is. I knew she was going to hear it beep and then find a way to run off and come back to fight Skulker. I…I know who she is. And how dedicated she is. Even if she'd rather have a crack at Phantom, she's not going to just let a ghost go when they're threatening her friends—or anyone else in town."

Star frowned. He wasn't saying what she thought he was saying, was he? That was ridiculous. Just because he wasn't the only classmate she had who ran off when a ghost attacked—

"Is everyone okay?"

That was Valerie's voice.

A few seconds later, she was running around the corner of the school.

Her eyes barely scanned the football field before they zeroed in on Danny and Star, despite the fact that they were still crouched in shadow beneath the bleachers.

"Star? Danny? Are you all right?" Valerie ran closer, circling around the bleachers to meet them from the back. "Did Paulina and Dash and Kwan get away okay?"

Valerie never had liked Phantom.

"We're fine," Danny said. "Glad you got away safely, too."

"You two were cutting it close," Val said. "Star's right; we really needed this training session. I…. Thanks for showing us your parents' stuff, Danny."

Danny hadn't really shown her anything. He'd confirmed that the weapon Valerie had chosen was a whip, and she'd figured the rest out for herself. Without nearly decapitating anyone or, as far as Star had seen, even shocking herself with its electricity feature.

Like she was familiar with the weaponry, if not the weapon.

"We're going to have to do it again," Star murmured. She had to be wrong. This…. No. This was Valerie. Her best friend, aside from Paulina. "Might not bother to invite the others if they won't take it seriously, though."

Valerie rolled her eyes. "I know what you mean. They never listen to me. I was thrilled you listened to me and asked Danny to do this. I should've thought of that ages ago. But if we can at least get you to be able to defend yourself, we can work on the others."

Was she pretending her extensive martial arts training was enough to give her an edge to using ghost hunting weapons, to the point that it didn't matter that she should be completely unfamiliar with the technology?

"I, uh, vote that they don't come if I do this again," Danny said.

He was pretending this was normal.

He was always pretending.

So was Valerie. And, now, so was she. Even with them. Even with each other. Even….

Oh, man, should she tell Valerie her suspicions? Even if she never mentioned anything about Danny? Would that be enough to get Val to open up to her if she was right, or would it just make her brush it all off? Danny had tried to throw her off the scent, but his secret was different, and she and Valerie had always told each other everything. Which boys they kinda sorta liked, what they actually dreamed of doing when they were adults, as opposed to what they thought they'd end up doing, what they really thought about—

"I'm off Monday night," Valerie offered. "I wouldn't mind trying a few more of your parents' weapons, Danny, if you're up for this again. Just the three of us. We don't have to tell the others, and Lancer usually doesn't give us an awful amount of homework right away." She glanced at Star but said to Danny, "Sam and Tucker can come instead. I mean, you've probably shown them this stuff already, but Star and I can use the extra help."

Maybe this wasn't really happening. Maybe she was just dreaming this, and she'd wake up and she'd have to live through another Thursday and then they'd get to the real training session that night, where none of this had happened.

Except Star's heart was still thundering in her chest, and she already had a cramp in her leg from crouching in this position, and she didn't even need to raise a hand to know that she was shaking.

"That works for me, unless I get detention or something."

Valerie snorted. "Try not to sleep in class or miss it entirely."

"I mean, I always try."

"Guys." Star didn't realize she'd actually spoken aloud until they were both looking at her. "Another training session sounds great, really. I could definitely use it. Just…. I don't want to plan it right this minute. I've got…stuff to think about."

"Like what you're going to say to Paulina if she broke a nail and blames you?" Valerie asked. Star shot her a look, and she relented. "Okay, okay, I might still be a little bit bitter over the way she cut me out. But, really, I'm glad you're finally taking the initiative and doing this. You need to be able to protect yourself."

"We all do," Star said, but they already could. She was the only one of the three who couldn't. They were willing to help her, and that was great, but….

Seriously.

How had she not noticed this before?

Especially after she'd figured out what was up with Fenton?

Not that she'd known exactly until she'd tricked him into confessing, but still. She'd known something was up. And with Valerie, she…hadn't.

But something was very clearly up, and now Star was almost certain she knew what it was, and she just….

"Why don't we head to the Nasty Burger? The others are probably there anyway, and you can catch up with them. It'll calm you down. You still look pretty freaked out, Star."

Was that Danny telling her that he knew that she'd figured it out? The thing he'd hinted at but never explicitly told her?

"You wanna bring your parents' stuff to the Nasty Burger?" Valerie asked. "And you want me to walk in there with you? You think I want to lose my job?"

"Well, you guys can go ahead. I'll just stash the stuff in my locker or something and meet up with you after."

"The school's locked."

"Then I can take it home. Or phone Jazz. Or just skip it entirely. I mean, Sam and Tucker—"

"We'll help you pack up," Star interrupted, "and you can phone Jazz to pick you up again while I text Paulina. Valerie's right; she'll be with the boys. We'll, um, meet up with you another time, unless Jazz is okay with running the stuff home on her own and you can catch up with us later."

Star knew she wasn't mistaking the look of relief that crossed Danny's face. "Sounds good."

It was what he'd asked her to do: cover for him when the others couldn't.

She just…hadn't imagined it would be like this.

Of course, she'd never imagined any of this. How could Danny and Valerie—

"C'mon, Star." Valerie pulled her up to her feet, and Star couldn't find the energy to resist. Danny was ignoring them, talking on the phone to Jazz—or Sam or Tucker pretending to be Jazz, for all she knew. "You'll feel better with a small, low-fat chocolate shake in you. My treat."

"Thanks," Star murmured.

"Trust me," Valerie said as she let Star collapse onto the front bench of the bleachers and began to pack what was left of the FentonWorks weaponry back into the box, "some training days are rougher than others. You can't let one bad experience turn you off. The key is to stick to it."

"Right." Star wasn't going to disagree. This had been her idea. She'd asked Danny to do this, and she'd asked everyone to come here. Including Valerie, who obviously didn't need it nearly as much as the rest of them but had been happy to come anyway.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe she didn't have to confront Valerie on this. She was still coping with finding out about Danny; she could broach the subject with Valerie later. Much later. Or maybe she could wait for Valerie to feel comfortable with telling her on her own. That was possible, right? She was already keeping Danny's secret. She could keep Valerie's, too.

She didn't have to mention that it was odd that Valerie knew exactly how to disengage a tangled, torn net from a net-gun that she had supposedly never used before.

She didn't have to ask how Valerie knew to collapse and then activate the safety on the Fenton Utility Weapon.

She could just…turn a blind eye to it for now. Like Danny was, and probably Sam and Tucker, too.

She could let a couple of the best ghost hunters in town teach her how to defend herself against ghosts, even though neither of them would admit to being nearly as good as they were in front of the other.

Yeah.

She could do that.

And if the opportunity ever came up to try to subtly convince Valerie that Phantom wasn't the evil piece of ghost scum she thought he was, well, Star could take it. She owed Danny that much, since this clearly hadn't worked out as she'd hoped. Valerie already knew Star supported Phantom, so it wouldn't be strange. And if Star had to hint that she knew Valerie's secret to get her to listen, well, she could cross that bridge when she came to it.

Some things really needed to be taken one day at a time, and Star was good at that.