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Epilogue:

Danny:

A full year after being with the X-Men and I felt more alive than I have in a long time. I had a home. I had a family. I had friends. I was complete. I may have been dead, but I was alive. Currently, however, I was at Gear's house after she called me saying it was an emergency and if I didn't get over there, there was no way she'd be able to sleep at night.

"Okay look, Danny dude, you can sit there smiling like an idiot or you can actually do something productive like oh, I don't know, KILL THE FREAKING MONSTER IN THE KITCHEN!?"

I turned my attention back to Gear, confused. She was standing on the couch, looking around desperately.

"Monster, what monster?"

She winced and shivered slightly. She got her gun,

"I'll take care of it."

Before I could say anything, she walked into the kitchen. I poked my head in and held back laughter as she tried to shot the gun at the cockroach on the floor. She screamed as it took to the air.

"IT FUCKING FLIES! OH SHITTLES!"

She ran back into the living room, looking around for it, making sure it didn't follow her.

"DON'T JUST LAUGH," she said, nearly on the brink of tears, "KILL IT DUDE! PLEASE!"

Laughing, I went into the kitchen and squished the cockroach.

"It's dead."

She relaxed, but she was still obviously a bit upset as she shivered,

"I'm gonna bug bomb the whole place. If there was one, there's more…"

I shook my head laughing slightly,

"You weren't kidding when you said you hated cockroaches."

"And fear them," she added, "So, are you going to make diner for Dani and I or I'm ordering take out? If you're cooking, you have time, Dani is working on her homework at the library."

"It's getting kind of late, so I think I'll head back to mansion. See ya, Gear!"

I laughed as Gear started to get a bunch of bug bombs and bug spray from under the sink with a shiver. She turned to me and gave me a two-finger salute,

"Yeah! See ya, Double D! Don't get into too much trouble, m'kay? Dye Scott's hair pink for me!"

"Will do!"

I sat down on the edge of the roof, looking at the night sky. With my memory back and after reading a lot more astronomy books, I could name at least half the constellations I could see from this side of the roof. There was a poof and Kurt appeared next to me, his tail swinging slightly. He sat down on his feet, perching himself on them.

"Hey dude, you alright?"

"Yeah, just kind of…remembering some things."

I smiled slightly as I continued to remember. I loved to think about my old memories- at least the ones of Jazz, Sam, and Tucker- sometimes ones of my parents. Every once in a while, I would recall something that Gear had done in the past which came in handy since I knew some blackmailing things now.

Most of all, however, I remembered just last year Gear hacked into the Guys in White, much more carefully, and used their own security videos in court against them. Using the best lawyer money could buy, Gear was able not only able to earn a heck a lot of money from the case, but the Guys in White was shut down and their agents were sent to be jailed for a long, long time over several charges- fraud, impersonation of an officer, attempt murder, endangerment of civilians, disturbing the peace, first degree murder, rape, and a few others I couldn't recall off the top of my head. In my mind, they deserved the death penalty. Not because of what they did to me, but because of what they did to Gear.

"Your memories…what do you remember," Kurt asked, "What was your family like? If it's cool to ask."

I looked over with a smile and a bit of a laugh,

"My family were dorks. My parents were dorks and did everything they could to embarrass me, but they did it with love. My older sister was a pain in the neck, but I loved her and she loved me. The thing is, Kurt, I remember my past- all of it. And I just now realized something."

I looked off to the sky for a moment as I ran a hand through my hair with a small smile.

"What?"

"I may have been alive, or half-alive, or whatever, but I wasn't really living," I explained.

I remembered all about my days as the half-ghost superhero. I remembered skipping class, the detentions, the bad grades. I remembered ditching my friends sometimes to go save the day and I remembered the days when they helped me save the day.

"I mean, I did some pretty awesome things- totally. I took down some pretty hard villains. I saved people. But that was all Phantom, not Fenton."

I shook my head,

"Before I was a hero, I was just Danny Fenton. And I… I was just going through life without living it- get up, go to school, come home, do homework, repeat. Weekends- homework, movies, sleep, repeat."

I remembered those days before I was half ghost. I remembered the days I actually did good in school. I remembered Jazz helping me on homework. I remembered not worrying about anything besides grades and when the next video game was coming out. I was just a normal, boring kid.

"I never did anything that was really living life to the fullest. And as a halfa, Phantom was only half of me, not all of me. I was still the same boring kid- somewhere in me anyway. But as Danny Tempest- look what I've done? I discovered all about ghosts for a second time, I made new friends, I defeated the Guys in White, saved you and Gear. I did it with my entire being, not just half of me. I felt like I really was living life… Funny, how I really didn't live until I died."

"That's…that's actually pretty ironic dude."