A/N: "It won't take me over a month to update," I said, you know, like a liar. I'm very sorry, I don't think I was sane back then.

Anyway, I decided to take a break from social media and start a healthy routine (surprisingly), which helped reduce stress and focus on other things rather than moping around and taking naps. I hope you guys are also doing well during the break, spending some time outdoors and/or starting new hobbies to kill time :) Just make sure you're also content with your choices. At last, I wish this chapter satisfies you guys!

Disclaimer: There is an oc in this chapter, but they'll only appear a bit so it's minor. However, I wrote about this oc in one of the DannyMay tropes so if you'd like to learn more about them and understand their relation, I suggest reading the first chapter of s/13611681/1/DannyMay-Oneshots. Danny met her before so that's why there'll be a bit of confusion for those who haven't read it!

3:27 pm, Monday Afternoon

Shock. Confused. Hurt. These were the three main emotions the poor boy was experiencing after being hit with the truth. He didn't want to believe it, a simple blood test wasn't going to suddenly turn his whole world upside down in just a day. He wasn't going to let it happen... or was he?

He can always just stay quiet about it and pretend the conversation never happened. He just won't mention it to his parents. Things would surely be back to normal in no time. All he had to do was keep his mouth shut, that's it. Eventually, he'll forget about the event in a year, pass it off as a joke or a strange occurrence. After all, nobody knew about this except for Mr. Lancer and himself. Of course, the teacher didn't want to dig deeper into the situation and seemed as uncomfortable with the results, maybe more, as Danny. Mr. Lancer didn't actually care, he was maybe a bit confused and shocked, but so will he forget.

Danny staggered down the hallway, his expression now blank, mainly because he didn't know what to think of the situation. It was bizarre indeed, and so unexpected. The boy hadn't seen this one coming, even getting his ghost powers wasn't the least shocking compared to this, and that said a lot. Danny desperately wanted to believe that everything will be okay and that things will go back to normal in time, but that little hope he clung onto was useless. Things would never go back to where they were after this, even if he kept it to himself.

The boy badly wanted to curse the universe for inflicting such nonsense, the damn school, even Mr. Lancer for revealing the truth to him. He banged his fists on a nearby locker, causing a crease to form that Danny didn't give two flying flips about. If someone saw him use his inhumane strength right now, he wouldn't care. Even revealing his secret identity wouldn't have been as bad as this, despite what the GiW would do to him. He always had time to deal with them later, but he can't do it now with his current problem. He couldn't run away, ask for help, no matter how much he desired to. Not telling his parents about it was part of that plan. He'd run away and not face them, afraid to hear what might come out of their mouths. Afraid of them discussing the truth to him and having to hear every single word said. It would be unbearable, and he'd rather be ignorant, even if it meant pretending to his 'parents' that everything's fine. He can always come up with a million excuses regarding his weird behaviour, and now that they know his secret, he'll just blame in on ghosts fights and they'll believe him.

But how will he act? Will he be able to pull up the facade during family nights? Can he still hug them knowing he's not their 'real son'? Does he even have the right to call them 'mom' and 'dad' anymore?

Danny could feel something wet rolling down his cheek. He touched his face to find them shockingly warm. Horrified somebody might seem him in such a state, the boy quickly wiped his face with the sleeve of his red jacket and took out an old tissue from his pocket to dab the stinginess in his eyes. He didn't need to look at a mirror to know they were red.

Maybe he was thinking too fast. Yes, that's right, he's too overwhelmed by these emotions to think logically. That must be it. Just because one person suspected what he feared doesn't mean it's true. If anybody went up to someone and told them they're adopted, the orphanage in his town would be as big as a castle.

'It's fine, you're overreacting'. Taking a minute to cool down, the boy took long deep breaths to collect his thoughts and pushed the loose strands of hair from his face. 'There's only the blood test to prove it. It could just be an error or something... or maybe one of my parents' blood tests was recorded incorrectly. Problems with the system are a possibility, yes that should be it.'

Now more concentrated with feelings pushed away to the side, Danny was able to come up with an idea, one that will discover the actual truth. Determination struck him and he went back to walking down the hallway, eager to get back home. He wanted to get things over with already and decide what to do later. However, if he was ever going to reach that person, he needed another means of transportation; flying. But before he can find a place to hide (which shouldn't be hard considering everybody had left school premises a while ago) and transform to his ghost half, he noticed a very familiar car parked at the back of the school. It was his sister's, and that could only mean one thing; she'd come to pick him up. Any other given time, he would've gladly accepted the ride, after all, who'd wanna walk home (or fly, in Danny's case) at -15 degrees weather? It would start snowing any time soon according to the weather network!

Today was an exception though. He wanted to deal with the current problem by himself, and knowing his sister, she'd figure things out before he got the chance to explain. And he couldn't risk letting that happen. Dragging Jazz to this would most likely make things worse for him, despite her wise thinking.

However, Danny was unable to make two steps before he was tackled by the last person he wanted to see today; Jazz.

"Danny! Why were you late?" she asked, pulling back before frowning at the look on her brother's face. "Don't tell me you had detention again?"

The boy lightly chuckled, wincing at how his voice cracked. "No, it's fine. Mr. Lancer was in a good mood today so he didn't catch me coming in late to class."

Jazz gave a look of disapproval and grabbed the half-ghost's arm, dragging him to the parking lot. "There weren't any ghosts for you to fight today, and before you ask; Yes, I checked. So don't make me tell mom and dad about this. They care about your studies and ghosthunting a lot, especially dad on the latter, but there's nothing that would stop the both of them from grounding you for ditching class, even if it's just hunting ghosts," she pointed out.

Danny rolled his eyes and was about to reply to his sister's comment when he remembered his parents and their concern for his responsibilities. That was enough to pierce his heart. If his assumption turned out true... why? Why would they care so much about him? Why did they put so much effort into making him succeed in life? Grounding him, rewarding him, giving lectures and pushing him to become one of them...

Jazz immediately noticed her brother's sudden change of behaviour and released her grip on him, turning to face him. "Danny? Are you alright?"

The boy wanted to reply to his 'sister' but another terrible thought crossed his mind. What if Jazz knew about this? I mean, she's smart as hell, there's no way she had no idea about this!

Does she know that they are unrelated? If she did, why would she hide it from him? They shared secrets all the time, there wasn't anything else hidden between them, nothing important at least. Danny wouldn't bear it if she had been lying to him all this time. Would he have to expect more family surprises he's unaware of after this?

But the worry in her eyes and concern every time he felt the tiniest upset was enough to brush off the conclusion. There's no way she'd be able to fake that. Whatever the truth was, Jazz also seemed oblivious of it, and he didn't know whether it'll be right to tell her now or later, or possibly never depending on how his parents reacted. However, that didn't help ease his mood one bit.

Because if Jazz indeed found out about this, which Danny knew she 100% would, he had no idea how she'll react. Will she still stay the same caring older sister he'd grown up with, or would things now change between them? Would she push him away and pretend he's a stranger? Would she still consider him as her little brother or an impostor? Even if they aren't blood-related, is it still possible for them to have the same sister-brother bond after this? So many 'would's' but no certain answers to any of them.

Now feeling even worse, Danny turned his head away, making sure to not meet her eyes and spill everything right there. Jazz must've noticed something wrong by now and she immediately got into the car, ordering him to do the same. The boy followed and got into the passenger's seat, not daring to speak up. He probably wouldn't make sense anyway, he felt like he was going to faint back there!

Driving through the streets, Danny struggled to start the conversation. He really regretted not leaving sooner. He could've told her anything; his ghost sense had gone off and he had to go fight off some ghosts. That would've bought some time to do what he needed to do and then call Jazz to tell her she can go back home.

'But no, I just had to stand there like a total idiot and expose myself. She probably uncovered everything by now!' Danny cursed under his breath, wondering why of all days Jazz could've picked him up, it had to be today. Obviously, luck was not on his side these past two days- no, years. Is it possible for a teenager to have to deal through so much shit in the lapse of a year? But then again, when was luck ever on his side? And this month seemed to hold the worse for him, he was sure of it.

Danny wanted to continue quietly complaining to himself on his terrible life, but he knew now was not the time. He had two problems to deal with, starting with his sister.

The boy opened his mouth to say something, but Jazz interrupted him before he could say a single word.

"Save your excuses, I want to know what's going on, now. Don't think you can escape, it's impossible," she said to which Danny raised a challenging eyebrow. Not wanting to take her eyes off the street, she gave an all-knowing smirk. "I had dad ghost-proof the car, you really can't get out."

Danny groaned and crossed his arms, piercing his lips in distaste. He should've suspected that his sister would attempt something like this, now he has to be cautious whenever he decides to enter her car.

"Don't keep me waiting. I already had to sit in the car for half an hour, freezing my butt off until you decided to show up late. You owe me an explanation for worrying me, at least," Jazz pointed out, hands clutching the steering wheel. She indeed looked to have waited quite a while by how blue her hands and ears were. Thinking it would be a short ride, she didn't bother bringing mittens or even earmuffs along.

"Why didn't you just turn on the heater?" he asked, confused and hoping to change the subject.

The oldest teen rolled her eyes, glaring at the car in front of her. "Dad stuffed fudge in there last week and broke the whole thing. He said he'll fix it instead of taking it to a mechanic, but I told him it wouldn't be necessary," she nervously laughed. "You know how overboard he can get with his strange ghost weapons and unknown, possibly deadly, buttons."

Danny laughed as well, his mood lifted a bit. "If it involves technology, I'll just get Tucker to disable it for you."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot." The car stopped on a red light. "Your friends were outside waiting for you and when they saw me, they said to tell you that they'll head home because their parents were picking them up. They also said that they'll call you as soon as you get home to make sure you come to Tuck's house for dinner, that is, after you finish your homework," Jazz made sure to emphasize her tone at the last part. Classes are busier this time of month and she wasn't going to let her brother slack off, no matter what. Any excuse he was going to give wasn't going to work with her or her parents.

Danny sighed and leaned his head on the car window. "I can't go anyway. Today, I have to-"

The boy clamped his mouth shut. What was he thinking? He couldn't tell his sister he's going to the ghost zone, she'll ask why and it'll turn into an interrogation. Or worse, she'll either ask to come or tell mom and dad.

"Have to what, hm?" she questioned, eyes on the road but focused all on Danny.

"I have... homework," he stuttered, using the lamest excuse he could come up with. He needed to improve on not seeming suspicious.

Meanwhile, Jazz almost laughed. "I'm not gonna pretend I didn't hear that." Danny and homework? Those two didn't go together. Either because her brother was interrupted by ghost fights, or tired to do it because of those ghost fights. She got to see both scenarios.

Not knowing what else to say, Danny sighed. He was at a dead end. Now anything he was going to say to her wouldn't work, she'll know that he's lying. And to make things worse, he's stuck in a car with no escape route. She had come unknowingly prepared.

"Why were you late?" she finally asked and when a minute of silence passed between them, she violently swerved the car to the right, earning a yelp from the boy.

"Jazz! What are you doing?!" he exclaimed. Was she insane? She could've crushed the car in front of them! "Jazz?"

The teenage girl stopped the car and took out the keys, but the doors remained closed. She then turned to face the pale boy in front of her who looked like he was going to pass out.

"Can you let me out? I need to empty my stomach," the boy murmured, his hand covering his mouth. However, Jazz merely stared and waited.

"No, you're telling me everything, right now, without any interruptions," she ordered, crossing her arms as Danny rolled his eyes, wearing a mischievous look.

"You don't want me to ruin your car, do you? If you want this place to ever smell nice again, you better let me out," he threatened but when his words didn't even faze his sister the slightest or earn any sort of reaction, he knew he was doomed.

'Oh god, she's serious,' Danny thought to himself, taking a big gulp. This was not gonna end well. Not to mention by the time he'd finish explaining, he'll probably have thrown up. And despite what he'd said, he didn't want to ruin his sister's car.

"Let's start from the beginning," Jazz said, starting the car again. "Why were you late?"

Danny ended up telling her about everything; from the blood tests to Mr. Lancer asking to see him and showing him the cursed papers.

Surprisingly, Jazz was silent the whole time, and if he didn't know any better, he'd say she was focused more on driving than his words. However, he knew that wasn't true, especially with the grim look on her face, preventing herself from exploding.

Having finished, the car was quiet once again and the boy regretted having spoken in the first place. Thankfully, Jazz finally decided to say something.

"Is there anything else to prove it?" she asked calmly which caught Danny off guard.

"Uh, no. It's just that. But I was going to take a DNA test to check if it matches mom's and dad's..." he said, waiting for her to ask anything else. But she only simply nodded.

"That's a good idea, but how are you going to take the test when your DNA has ghost ectoplasm on it?" she asked.

"Obviously I can't go to any doctor," he pointed out. "So I was going to head to the ghost zone and ask a ghost doctor to do it instead."

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "How do you know they are safe?"

"Don't worry, she's not going to hurt me," Danny said before deciding to explain further. "Don't freak out, but once, my eyes got a bit infected and I had to get it treated-"

"You got hurt?!" Jazz exclaimed, trying to maintain her eyes on the road.

"It wasn't major or anything, calm down! My vision was blurry and stingy so I had to get them checked," he quickly explained to keep his sister calm. How come she reacted to something small as this but when he told her of the possibility of him being adopted, she didn't bat an eye?

"And?" Jazz urged impatiently, waiting for the boy to continue as he snapped out of his inner thoughts.

"Huh? Oh yeah, so I met her and she was nice. She designed special glasses for me that I wore for two weeks which then healed them. I think she used ghost plants for that, it was really cool," he said, still impressed at the ghost plant's ability to heal so quickly.

The teenage girl, on the other hand, frowned. "What? You told me those glasses you wore to school were some part of a trend or something!"

"Well, no. But if I told you the truth, you would've pestered me about it," Danny defended himself.

"Obviously, you don't know what else those ghost plants could do. What did I tell you about talking to strangers?" she said and before he could say something to that, she continued. "That's not important now, but I'm hurt by the fact that you probably told your friends. You did, didn't you?"

When the boy didn't answer, she knew he had and sighed. "So you did tell them but not your own sister? I thought we didn't keep secrets from each other!"

"I know!" Danny yelled and upon realizing how loud he was, sighed and leaned his head back on the cold cushion to calm himself down. "I... I'm sorry, it's just you always get worried whenever I get hurt and I don't want to cause you any trouble. You already have enough problems because of me and now..."

"If I didn't care about you, what type of sister would I be?" she quietly said as the boy froze. Not knowing how to reply to something like that, he decided to ask her something else.

"Why do you react badly to me getting hurt but when I tell you about the blood tests, you stay quiet?" he questioned.

"Does it really matter?" she sighed and Danny gaped.

"Of course it does!" he burst out. "Don't you see? 'Mom' and 'dad' might not actually be my real parents! I might not be related to this entire family! I won't even be your real brother."

"Don't say that," she glared at him to which he responded by turning his head away. Upon seeing the huge 'FentonWorks' sign, Danny sighed of relief. He was almost home, and then he'll be able to leave. The tension in the car was starting to become unbearable.

The older teenager parked the car near the building and Danny waited for her to remove the lock but it never came.

He turned back to face Jazz only to find her staring at him with an intense look. That made him uncomfortable, his sister never looked this serious before.

"Hey, aren't we going to go out?" he coughed nervously.

"Danny, what are you thinking?"

The boy blinked, caught off guard by the sudden question. He was unsure of how to reply and worried about her reaction. What was he even supposed to say?

"What do you mean?" he finally said, genuinely confused.

"You know what I mean. You're afraid that the results would turn out to be true, aren't you? Don't lie to me, I know you well when you have something on your mind," she said as Danny opened his mouth to say something back, but nothing came out. He wanted to let out his emotions, lie, explain himself or assure her that everything's alright... but he couldn't. He just couldn't.

"Well, of course, I'd be worried! Doesn't it bother you as well? Ever since I've told you this you've been quiet, as if I told a bad joke!" he exclaimed.

"Don't you understand, Danny? I'm shocked as you are, this isn't something you hear every day. Yes, the news you just told me was very surprising and unbelievable, and there's a high possibility it can actually turn out to be true," she said and extended her arms, holding her brother's hands tightly. "I'm worried as well, but for you. I don't know how to comfort you, how to react in a way that won't upset or cause you to panic."

"Any person in your place would be shocked and hurt. But if we want to know the truth, we'll have to face our parents."

"W-what?" Danny stuttered. "What do you mean by 'our' parents. I just told you I might not be their biological son, as much as I want that to be false."

"So what?!" the girl exclaimed and pulled her hands away. "So what if you're not blood-related to us?"

"...I mean, I might have other parents and siblings. Or I can be an orphan for all we know!"

Jazz's expression saddened immediately, and a tear almost escaped her eyes. "Do you mean you don't want to be related?"

Her voice was faint, but Danny heard every single word and each sent a sharp wave to his heart.

"Are you insane?! Of course, I want to be related to you and mom and dad! Vice versa, I was afraid that you wouldn't want me to be your brother because we're not blood-related, that you'll see me as a stranger-"

Before he could understand what was happening, he was tackled in a tight hug, making him almost choke. But that didn't matter to him, because what she said next made him feel a million times better.

"I don't care what the truth is, you'll always stay my little brother and there's nothing that would change that, ever."

Danny's tense back relaxed and he found himself leaning over and hugging his sister back. After hearing those words, the weight on his shoulders lifted and the pain he felt before was almost non-existent.

However, he was still left confused. Pulling back, the boy met his sibling's eyes with a serious look. "But if the results do turn out to be true, what will we do?"

"Of course we're telling mom and dad! They likely already know, and they owe us an explanation. There are still a million questions we have unanswered. Like who are your biological parents and what happened to them, when you were adopted, if you have any biological siblings or relatives, that stuff," she explained and quickly unlocked the car door, ushering her brother out. "I'll talk to them now about it and tell them what I know. Meanwhile, you'll go to the ghost zone and take our DNA samples for testing."

Danny nodded and exited, also eager to find out the truth. "That's right. Usually, results take a couple of days, sometimes weeks to come in. I'll try to get her to speed up the process."

"Good. And Danny? You know I love you, right?" she said and the boy smiled, nodding.

"Yes, and I do too."

"Then you should know that our parents do too, saying they've known this for a while," Jazz pointed out, grinning. "Even if you aren't their biological son, you'll always stay their little boy. They care about you a lot, more than you think."

"Thank you," he whispered and transformed, turning invisible. He decided to slip by instead of meeting up with his parents. Jazz was going to deal with them anyway.

Despite all that, Danny felt better than before, after hearing Jazz talk. And the fact that even if he wasn't biologically related to his parents, they still cared about him and wanted him to do better in school and his job.

However, now was not the time to let his emotions control his next course of action. He still had digging around to do and before that, he was going to confront his parents about it.

Phasing through the door and to the basement, Danny sighed of relief when he saw that his parents weren't currently in the lab. That would've made his job difficult, so he quickly took a sample of DNA fingerprints his parents had lying around the messy lab desks and pressed the screen that opened to the ghost side.

One thing that came to mind was how the door opened. He was aware that only 'Fenton' fingerprints would allow him to enter, but he passed by smoothly. Was it all a joke? Could the files possibly be fake and turn out that he's still a part of the family?

However, the immediate exclaims from upstairs were enough to dismiss those thoughts and Danny left, the portal shutting behind him. He had to take the DNA test as soon as possible, he couldn't wait any longer. He needed confirmation, even if it could be upsetting. And he knew how to get to it.

"Ah, Mr. Phantom. Always a pleasure to see you," the woman said as she directed the boy into her office, closing the door behind them.

"It's Danny," he corrected bu the ghost merely ignored him and before he could comprehend what was happening, she was already inspecting him whole.

"What is it? Is your eye vision better now?" she asked, shining light into the half-ghosts eyes, causing him to flinch. Luckily, she pulled away as soon as she found nothing worrying. But it didn't stop there. "Or is it something else? Did you break a bone or just sprain it? Are you sick with a fever? You don't feel hot nor look dead right now, maybe you're just pale for a human... Oh no, there are bags under your eyes, have you not been getting enough sleep lately? I told you to visit me if your hurt, I don't mind treating you again."

For the next half hour, the doctor spent time running around him and doing unnecessary checkups. Danny was annoyed at this point, but what could he do? The woman's obsessed with her job!

'And to be honest, I don't have the heart to tell her to stop.' Danny decided to wait a bit before telling her about his real reasons for coming here. 'Maybe if she let out that energy inspecting me, she'll finally grow bored and let me speak.'

But unfortunately, the ghostly female didn't seem to stop anytime soon, and his patience was starting to run thin. After another impressed compliment regarding his ghostly features, Danny couldn't keep quiet. He was in a hurry, and he spent so much time flying to the clinic without the spectre speeder. He needed answers now.

"Hey! Can I-"

"Shh! Not now, I need to write this," the doctor shushed him, her eyes now on the clipboard. The boy groaned.

"You know, I'm not some guinea pig to be examined!" he exclaimed and in a much quieter tone, muttered, "I can't believe I get studied in both worlds, by humans and ghosts. This reeks."

The woman laughed, having heard the statement by her sensitive hearing. "Aha, I'm sorry kid. I just get excited when I see your kind. It's something unusual, you see."

"Yeah, I understand. I'll make sure to send Plasmius next time," Danny sarcastically replied as she grinned.

"That won't be needed, I already have one young halfa for my researches," she clicked her pen and smiled. "Anyways, how did your eyes feel after the treatment?"

"Great actually, thanks again. My vision even seems to be better than before," he stated, wearing a genuine smile.

"That's good, I'm glad it worked," she said. "You know, Danny? You're one of my favourite patients. Whenever you show up, which is rare, I know you have something interesting to tell me."

Danny cringed. "Yeah, well, about that..."

"So it's not good?"

"I mean, I'm visiting the doctor's office, how good can it be?" he said with a raised eyebrow as the ghost chuckled.

"True. But you're usually a bit more lively and hyper. I bet it's those teenage hormones acting up though most of the time and-Oh, where are your friends?"

"I didn't bring them with them today, they're a bit busy," he explained and nervously scratched his head. "I actually didn't tell them about this yet, or my parents. You're the first, after my sister, so please don't mention this conversation to anyone else."

"Hmm," the doctor pinched her lips and slowly tapped her pen on a nearby table. "Is it serious?"

"Very."

A flashing light bulb seemed to appear on top of her head like she already learnt everything. "It can't be that... but you're a teenager. Oh, but it makes sense then, I see."

Danny frowned. "What?"

"Yes, it can be embarrassing and a bit shameful to talk to someone about this, especially both your parents. But you should know that you chose to deal with those consequences," she stated, scribbling furiously on her mini notepad. "Unfortunately, I can't help you with the abortion since that's not my area of expertise but-"

"Abortion?!" The boy's eyes widened. What was the woman on about?

"Huh? Oh, I see! You came here to see how it'll turn like! I knew you're not the type of man to force your girlfriend into an abortion because of responsibilities, it doesn't suit you," the ghostly doctor exclaimed. "Ah, I wonder how the kid would turn out like! Since you're a half-ghost, there's a possibility your genes would end up in them but I'm not 100% sure so you'll have to bring her, but don't worry, the survival rate is almost certain-"

"Woah, woah, stop right there, kids? Abortion? Where did you get that from, I didn't say anything yet!"

While the boy was stunned at the words, the doctor frowned, confused as well. "So it's not true?"

"What's true?"

"That you got the goth chick pregnant?"

"What?! No! We're not even-"

"So it's someone else then?" the woman wiggled her eyebrows to which Danny flushed.

"No, no! I didn't get anyone pregnant," the boy stuttered. "I've barely kissed a girl!"

"Yeah, I figured that couldn't be true. I'd believe you're secretly an alien than you becoming a dad." The ghost seemed disappointed. "Dammit, I thought I was going to witness a new species."

"What made you even think I came to talk to you about that?"

"Well, you seemed nervous and strict about not sharing it with anyone. Not to mention you didn't even tell your parents about it."

"Yeah, but I could list a million other possibilities for my visit to the clinic," Danny pointed out.

"None of them you would talk to your doctor in the human world," she added as the boy nodded.

"True, but just so we're clear, that's not happening anytime soon," he stated. " I want your help with something entirely different.

"But you looked to hit it well with that girl you brought last time, her name was Sam, right?

Danny blushed. "T-that has nothing to do with it! Seriously, I need your help right now."

The woman laughed, ripping a sheet from her notepad and throwing it to the recycling bin. "Alright, alright, I'll refrain from teasing you just because you're red as a tomato and I'm afraid you'll get sick. What do you need?"

Ignoring the first comment, the half-ghost was quick to answer her. "I need you to run a DNA test."

"Hmph, that's boring. I thought you brought something cool this time," she crossed her arms and nodded. "But I'll do it. What's it for?"

"Just some checkup. I would like the results as quickly as possible if you can."

"That's no problem. Is it on you?"

"Yes."

"Alright, I'll have to take your spit and then take it to my laboratory. It shouldn't take too long since I have all the equipment needed. I'll even do it quicker than those humans."

"Great! And can you find a match on any of the DNA's on this tablet?" he asked, handing her the object as she turned it over and inspected the piece.

"Yes, I should be able to find any resemblance between all of them. The process usually takes a couple of days, but it'll only take me about 24 hours since you brought me an advanced version.

"So can't you finish it any sooner?"

"Sorry kiddo. I'll try to speed it up for you since it looks really important, but I am only one. Just because I'm a ghost doesn't mean it won't wear me off," she said, taking off her glasses to wipe the dust off it. Meanwhile, Danny nodded understandingly.

"I get it. I wish I can help you in some way, but I only know so much high school biology," he joked.

"Well, you could tell me what all this is about later, I'm not concerned."

"I don't think we have time-"

"I'll start now. You just wait outside and make sure that for the patients who come in, tell them I'm on vacation and to visit Dr. Thomas."

"Dr. Thomas? Who's he, your colleague?"

"Subordinate, tell them that. When I take a short break, you better have a story for me."

"Fine. I just want it finished," Danny said and sighed as the woman got up, patting him on the shoulder.

"Cheer up. You're depending on one of the best professional doctors out here," she grinned.

"You're the only doctor here," he pointed out.

"I'm pretending you didn't say that. Now get out of my office and head to the lobby. You'll find candy to satisfy your hunger, and don't worry, it's not ectoplasm contaminated."

Danny rolled his eyes but obliged. He was going to wait.

A/N: Okay, so I watched an anime the other day and I'm still trying to heal from it. Two words.

Banana Fish.