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Danny's POV

"Boyfriend?" I sputtered. Annabeth was attractive, I admit, but I could not imagine the powermonger boyfriend that could be Annabeth's counterpart.

"What about it?" Annabeth questioned, her incredulous look piercing through me.

"Oh no, I didn't mean... I was just... Uh... What's his name?"

Ah yes, two years of keeping a ghostly alter ego sure did sharpen my skills of thinking on my feet. Good job Fenton. Annabeth definitely won't slap you now. Goodness knows I want to.

To my surprise, Annabeth's death glare softened and she let out a roaring laugh.

"You are just as awkward as he is!" She forced out between fits of laughter. She trudged forwards again, towards the ghost portal.

"Funny. 'Awkward' was not on my list of 'Possible Traits Annabeth's Boyfriend May Have'."

"Sarcasm is definitely on that list. As well as having a head full of kelp."

Her statement was met by a painfully long silence. I didn't get the reference, and it was probably a long story, so I didn't ask about it. Long after the appropriate amount of minutes for a reply passed, I cleared my throat and attempted conversation again.

"So... What's his name?"

"Percy Jackson," she replied. "Son of the sea god."

"The phrase 'head full of kelp' makes a lot more sense now... Perhaps you should try adding a little context next time."

"You never asked for any, so I assumed you had the mental capacity to put two and two together," Annabeth quipped.

"Touché."

Her pace slowed as we approached a mound of broken stone. A few feet behind it was a familiar swirling green portal in the shape of a triangle. I glanced over at Annabeth, who paid no attention to the gate leading to the supernatural, only staring at the pile of broken stone. Her eyes held a peculiar combination pain and fondness.

"What is this place?" I said, bewildered.

Annabeth turned to me, close to tears but eyes full of resolve.

"It used to be an entrance to Daedalus' labyrinth," she breathed.

"You mean, the one with the minotaur and golden strings?"

"Yeah."

"What happened to it?"

"It was used during the Second Titan War to invade our camp."

"I'm sorry."

Annabeth wiped her tears away and mustered a weak smile. "No, I'm sorry. I just... it's nothing. We should get going," she uttered before making her way towards the portal.

An air of uncomfortableness continued to hang in the atmosphere, felt by the both of us. As we came face to face to the portal, she let out a low chuckle. I looked at her quizzically.

"The portal is in the shape of the greek letter Delta, the symbol of Daedalus," she smiled, even though she knew I probably still didn't understand her. "Shall we get going?"

I nodded and stepped through the portal first. The temperature noticeably dropped as we travelled across dimensions, adjusting to an atmosphere more accustomed to ghosts. I felt the involuntary sensation of home rush through me. I didn't dare tell anybody that I felt better in the ghost zone. It made me feel more ghost than human.

Annabeth came through the portal less gracefully than I did. She tumbled out and floated at an awkward angle as she tried to regain her bearings. Her frustrated, this-is-humiliating expression made the previous tension vanish.

"It's like swimming," I offered.

She glare got me an irritated glare that said I will split you in half, Danny Fenton. But instead, she said, "It is nothinglike swimming."

I held my hands up in surrender, and waited for her to steady herself. It took longer than expected, but she finally managed to keep herself bobbing in the air without losing her balance. She took a tentative step forwards, and was surprised to see that the ectoplasm solidified to allow that step.

"This... is new," she mumbled, waving her arms around to see what else the ectoplasm could do. She took several more steps, and gestured for me to lead the way.

I looked around to see where in the ghost zone we had ended up. I smiled when I saw Skulker's island in the distance, instantly knowing where we were.

As I flew off in the general direction of the Fenton Ghost Portal with Annabeth slightly behind me, I took notice of the the Acropolis of Athens.

"Uhh, Annabeth? You said Second Titan War once, right? I thought there was only one," I stated in confusion, recalling the story Pandora once told me about a giant guy gobbling all his kids.

"The second one was very recent. Like, ended a month or so ago recent." Annabeth replied, her expression stoic.

"What? I thought all the Titans were thrown into a pit!"

"The leader of the Titans, Kronos, regenerated, but in the end Percy defeated him."

When I looked back at her to make sure she wasn't too uncomfortable with the topic, her lips had formed a thin, straight line and her eyes had gone steely. I knew she was purposefully leaving parts out, but whether it was for my benefit or hers was hazy.

Hearing that Percy had conquered the treacherous Kronos calmed my worries for the safety of Amity Park. That feeling was short lived, as the sensation of my stomach twisted into knots overwhelmed me. There was no way of explaining it to Annabeth about how I knew, but Sam needed help fast.

"Annabeth, grab hold of me," I demanded, desperation dripping from my voice.

"Danny, wh-"

"My girlfriend and I share a sort of psychic connection and right now she's in danger. We have to get to Amity as fast as we can. Please just..." I pleaded, speaking at mach speed.

Annabeth's confusion only seemed to grow more, but she tentatively grabbed hold of my shoulders. The awkwardness between us grew tenfold as we assumed the piggyback position, but it couldn't really be helped. I took off.

"Danny?" Annabeth sputtered, trying to fight off the ends of my hair flying into her mouth.

"Yeah?"

"How long have you been able to feel your girlfriend's emotions?"

I scrunched my eyebrows together. "Nobody's ever asked me that... I guess Sam and I's 'psychic connection' has been there since we met."

Annabeth shifted uncomfortably against my back, unsure if she wanted to continue with this conversation. Finally, she asked, "Danny, is it just sharing emotions, or..."

"Uhh," I pondered out loud. "We say stuff at the same time a lot, and once we had the same dreams?" I offered.

I couldn't see her, but I swear her eyes widened. "Amazing... A naturally occurring empathy link," she muttered.

"A naturally occurring wha-Oh, we're here."

I hung a left at a jagged rock formation, and sure enough, the Fenton ghost portal was directly ahead. I launched myself forwards through the portal, feeling Annabeth shudder as we crossed the barrier between living and dead again.

"As I was saying," I said as I led Annabeth up the stairway. "A naturally occurring what?" I really hoped she wouldn't skim over the details like she did earlier.

"Empathy link. It links the emotions between two beings, essentially weaving their lives together."

"That sounds pretty cool," I mused.

"There's a catch. If one side of the empathy link dies, the other dies too."

"Not so cool anymore," I said as we climbed the last flight of stairs. I sent a quick glance to the kitchen, wondering where my parents were. The wide open front door was a sufficient answer.

"With enough practice, you and Sam could share thoughts, maybe even read each others' minds," Annabeth continued as we rushed out onto the streets.

I was about to ask another question when I collided with an orange iron wall.

Scratch that, I collided with a person.

"Oh gods, it's another one," the guy muttered as his sea green eyes locked with mine. He raised a glowing sword defensively.

I stared at him some more, coming to the realization that his orange tee matched Annabeth's. No way. This dark haired teen couldn't possibly be-

"Percy!" Annabeth shouted, coming out from behind me and throwing her arms around him. "You're okay!"

Percy's eyes widened in shock, but his surprised expression soon melted away and hugged Annabeth back.

"Annabeth, be careful," he warned. "The ghosts here - they don't react to celestial bronze," He eyed me suspiciously, then turned his gaze back to the girl in his arms. "Is that-"

"Yeah, that's him. Danny Phantom."

Percy's expression split into a goofy grin and stuck out his hand. "Hey, dude. Percy Jackson. What's wrong with your ghosts? I can't-"

He yelped in surprise when a certain goth girl whacked him from behind, exclaiming, "Danny! You got back to Amity and didn't tell us first? How could you... oh," she stopped as she caught a glimpse of me in my ghost form. "Did that ghost king kid split you in two? Oh great..."

Percy cleared his throat and turned around to face Sam. I surveyed his appearance. I mean, he did look like me, but I was an inch or two shorter and my natural eye color was definitely not green - though I could make them that way if I wanted to. I glanced at Annabeth, who shrugged and pointed in Percy's direction.

Sam was apologizing profusely to Percy while Tucker snickered from behind the two.

"Sam," he laughed, "Don't you recognize him?"

Sam squinted, fully taking in Percy's appearance, more specifically, his bright orange t-shirt.

"You!" she hissed, and hit him again.

It was then that I decided it was time to intervene. I flew up to Sam and gently pulled her away from the son of the sea god.

"Sam, from what I've heard, Percy's not that bad of a guy," I said to her softly.

She glared daggers at Percy and I. "That guycharged at like, ten ghosts with only a sword! No ecto weapon! I had a clear shot and he shoved me out of the way!"

"An ectowhat?" Annabeth sputtered.

Oh yes, it's time for Danny Fenton to be the know-it-all.

"An ecto weapon. It's technology that can fire ectoplasm," I summoned a ball of green fire to demonstrate, faintly aware of a growling in the distance. "To combat ghosts."

The growling grew in volume, everybody clutching their weapons in anticipation. I smirked and let the ecto-ball in my hand dissipate. This would be a good lesson to the newbies.

As I expected, a blue wisp escaped from my mouth. In response, a humongous green dog leaped into view. Percy, who was obviously acting upon years of training, charged at it with sword ready to slice through Cujo.

The sword didn't even faze the dog. He simply ran through it, as if intangible, and proceeded to wrestle me to the ground, shrinking while doing so.

"Cujo!" I laughed. "Good to see you too!"

Percy looked at me in bewilderment as I shifted to hold Cujo in a more comfortable position. I flashed the orange-clad warriors a feral smile.

"Ghosts are smart. The only way you can really catch them is with anti-ectoplasm or ectoplasm infused weapons," I said with ease. Sam and Tucker held up their examples - a thermos, wristwatch and lipstick.

Annabeth and Percy stared back at me with blank expressions, Annabeth being the first to snap out of it. She rambled on and on about how this was so amazing and that the little town of Amity Park had, in a way, made their own version of the Mist by concealing weapons with ordinary objects. Percy, on the other hand, snapped out of his trance shortly after Annabeth started to speak, and spoke at the same velocity, only his argument was that he'd vaporized armies of ghosts before with just his trusty Riptide. (Who names their swords, by the way?)

Annabeth, who for some reason could keep up with two conversations at once, cast a glance at Percy and smiled.

"Seaweed Brain does put up a valid point. We've been in combat with ghosts before, and all we had was celestial bronze," she followed up with a look that clearly said, your move.

I looked at Sam and Tucker expectantly, but they just shrugged and mouthed "no idea". I turned to Percy and Annabeth again, and decided to go with the most logical answer I had.

"My ghosts are special," I stated. "I guess uh, they're more living than your guys' ghosts or something."

Percy seemed to take this as a valid answer, nodding in agreement, but Annabeth flinched as if I had just shot her. She whipped around to Percy and uttered, "foes bear arms to the Doors of Death... Percy, you don't think that these ghosts have something to do with the prophecy, do you?"

Unfortunately, the great demigod known as Percy Jackson had no answer for her. He looked just as shocked as she was. I, on the other hand, was just as confused as Sam and Tucker were.
Tucker cleared his throat. "Do you guys mind giving us a little context?"

"Yeah," I agreed, my ghost sense going off. "I gave you guys a lesson on ectoplasm, you guys could at least-"

I shivered as my ghost sense went off again. Cujo leaped out of my arms, facing the other direction and growling. The soft whine of Fenton family products grew steadily louder. The newcomers pulled their weapons in front of them, but the lost look on their faces told me that

"Percy, Annabeth," I stopped as two more puffs of smoke made their way out of my mouth. "Meet the ghosts of Amity Park."

A/N: Ugghhh, the writing isn't my best. I'm sorry. I think I made Annabeth a little OOC with the whole crying at the Battle of the Labyrinth, but just to clarify, this is around 2 months after The Last Olympian, shortly before The Lost Hero. Annabeth's still dealing with the loss of Luke.

Sorry I've neglecting all your reviews. I love you all so much for the reviews! It keeps me writing! I'm really busy right now, though, and I needed a break so I finished this chapter. Hopefully I can get into the groove of replying to reviews soon, but for now, THANK YOU, ALL OF YOU! And I hope you're not as overloaded with work as I am.

EDIT: WOW, okay! I viewed this again, and man is it ever DIALOGUE filled. I really need to fix up this chapter when I get the chance. I write most of this at 1 AM shortly before I fall asleep.