Hi! Okay, before I'd begin I'd like to apologise to Dannyphantomfreeek. They requested this story more than a month ago and I've only just gotten around to writing it. I'm sorry! It's been a little hectic with me lately. I'm still going to try and update at least once a week, hopefully every tuesday.

I'd just like to thank Dannyphantomfreek for asking me to write this. I'm delighted that you'd pick me! So thank you very much. I hope you enjoy reading it! I'm sorry this first chapter's a little short.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom.

CHAPTER ONE: Coming to Conclusions

"Ghost detected three feet ahead. You must be some kind of moron not to notice the ghost three feet ahead." The machine drawled in a monotone voice.

"Ghost!" shouted Jack, advancing forward-

-on his teenage son, Danny.

"Dad! I have to get to school!" he yelped, wishing for the millionth time that he could just turn invisible and run for the door... but that would only mean more questions.

"Sorry, Honey. I just don't understand why it keeps keying into you..." Maddie Fenton said, giving her son a quick hug before he raced out the door. "See you after school sweetie!"

Once the black-haired boy had left, she turned to her husband.

"Come on Jack. Let's go and work the bugs out of it." she said with a sigh, and the pair of them took their 'broken' invention downstairs, unaware that it was working perfectly.

When Danny returned after school that day, he was confronted by hazmat-clad parents waving a bizarre device at him.

"Uh... Hi Mom, hi Dad."

"Hi son!" beamed Jack.

"Hi Honey! We're just going to see if it still keys into you, okay? Turn it on, Jack dear."

Jack enthusiastically slammed the switch down. Lights came on, and the machine whirred and beeped quietly to itself for a few seconds.

Danny stared at it, puzzled. Surely it should-

"Ghost detected two feet ahead. How did you miss the ghost two feet ahead of you?" it deadpanned. Danny glared at it.

Maddie took the invention from her husband, turning it over. "I just don't understand it..."

"Uh, right Mom. I've got some homework from Lancer, so I'm going to the library now."

"Okay sweetie, work hard!" she called brightly after her son.

Later that evening, the couple were once again fiddling with their invention in the lab.

"Jack dear, would you pass me the ecto-purifier?" Maddie asked, holding out a hand. Jack passed her a beaker.

"Thank you dear. It looks as if everything's working perfectly... but I just don't understand why it keeps going off around Danny!"

"Maybe he's being overshadowed!" Jack said excitably.

Maddie sighed."No, Honey, we tested him already, remember? All the machines are reacting like..."

She trailed off, realisation hitting her full-on.

"...Like he's a ghost..." she whispered. "Jack, has Danny been acting differently lately?"

"Nope!" said her husband cheerfully, but her husband, sweet as he was, was completely oblivious to anything that didn't involve ghosts. Danny had been acting kind of strangely ever since the...

"The accident." she murmured, staring at their greatest invention with a kind of horror-struck wonder. The Fenton Portal sat there innocently, two thick, solid steel, lead-lined doors holding the barrier between living and dead shut.

But surely if he was a ghost, he would be on an evil rampage by now?

Unless...

Loathe though she was to admit it, there was evidence for good ghosts out there. Danny Phantom did help with the ghost problem... not that that would stop her from hunting him down. He was still a nuisance, and he caused so much property damage too.

Still, the thought horrified her. Had she actually killed her little boy? She couldn't have. He was her son; she would never harm a hair on his head! He... he couldn't be dead!

She resolved that, even if he was, she wouldn't care. He was her little boy, ghost or not. He wasn't evil. They knew enough about ghosts to be able to take care of one... right?

She felt sick and guilty. No wonder Danny had never had any interest in hunting ghosts with them! All this time, they'd been going on about destroying ghosts... And oh, that time she'd forced the poor boy to wear spectre deflector! They'd been such awful parents!

"Jack honey," she said quietly. "I... I think... I think Danny might be a ghost."

Again, sorry it's short. Please review!