"So, er Wes. What inspired you to look up ghosts, exactly?" Danny asked weary and slightly suspicious.

Wes shrugged casually and ether chose to ignore Danny's suspicious tone, or didn't notice it. "Well, we're always being attacked so, I thought that perhaps it was best for me to learn more about them. Better safe than sorry, right?" As Wes said this, he (mostly) kept a calm demeanor, he seemed fidgety and nervous. Just as weary of Danny as he was of him.

Danny took a step closer "well... That's smart of you..."

Wes seemed to lean a centimeter forward to take a step towards him. However, instead, took a couple of steps backwards. For a split second, confusion and bewilderment crossed his face. Then was quickly masked before Danny could be sure. "Err, Thanks? I'm just surprised no one else thought to come here and ask as well."

Danny's could feel his core practically pulsing. He quickly glanced Wes over to see if he was wearing any ghostly objects (that had to be what was causing this, right!?) "no problem."

This felt so weird (and for him to say that- that's really something.) His core wasn't like a heart. It didn't pulse or hum, or moved at all. His core sent chills every once in a while, or set of his ghost sense when a ghost was near by, sure. But that was it.

What the hell was going on?!

Sam looked slowly back and forth between Wes and Danny queerly "... Alright! Well, we got to go back, to school, err... Now. OK so good, bye!" With that she grabbed both Danny and Tucker by the collar of their shirts and pushed them out the door, then shutting it behind her.

OK. I take it back, something is definitely up. No one. And I mean no one. Can possibly take your parents rambling unless they are up to something."

Tucker nodded "yea, that. And you were acting weird. Like, weirder than usual."

Danny glared at him his eyes narrowed and his arms limp and his back slightly slouched "thank you, Tucker. For the oh- so- helpful note of confidence." He said sarcastically.

Tucker readjusted his glasses and smirked "no problem."

Danny sighed in annoyance "let's just hurry back to school, before something makes us late. Again. As soon as he said those words a large missile landed and exploded next to him

" I will get your pelt this time, ghost child!"

Danny looked at Sulker and groaned then glanced at his two friends "you guys... Just go on without me."

The two shrugged (knowing well that Danny can handle this fight well on his own) turned their backs and walked to school as the battle commenced behind them.
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Going back to when Wes left for lunch and entered the Fenton home-

Wes, to say the lest, was bord out of his mind. As much as he tried, he couldn't really pay attention. In which he learned very quickly, didn't really matter. The only things the Fenton's seemed to 'know' about ghosts was that-

1.) all ghosts are evil. (Wes mentally eye rolled at this, if that was true then that would mean that all humans were evil seeing that ghosts were once human. And last he checked, not all humans are 'evil')

2.) They all have 3 basic powers, invisibility, flight, and intangibility. (Wes already knew this)

3.) Ghosts are made of ectoplasm (well, duh.)

4.) Last and finally, what each weapon that they ever invented can do. (The only part of this conversation that was worth his time, really. Not that the Fenton's were not nice people. But, he's kinda trying to save their son.)

Both Fenton's were wearing hazmat suits. Ms. Fenton has a blue one with bright red goggles on her orange hair. And Mr. Fenton had a eye watering orange one that contracted with his ink black hair. Mr. Fenton raised at a object that looked somewhat like a high tech thermos as if it was the holy grail "and THIS baby can suck in and capture ghost! Well, once we get it working, that is."

As soon as he said that Wes slumped slightly and his false and polite smile faltered for a bit. He mentally slapped himself 'of course it wasn't going to be that easy... Wait. Hold on a second-' as Wes took a closer look at the Fenton thermos his eyes widen this is the exact kind of thing that Phantom use all the time!

But how did Phantom get it working?

And, better question, how did nobody noticed?!

Just as the questions crossed his mind Wes heard the door open however, it seemed that Ms. Fenton was the first to notice "oh, hey kids! Thanks for bringing in that wrench Danny!" As she said this she took the wrench off of his hands, however, Phantom didn't really seem to noticed.

As the conversation went on Phantom took a step towards Wes, just as Wes was about to take a step towards him as well, a static, cold shock went through him. In surprise, he took a couple of steps back. Not that it felt bad, or that it hurt. It actually felt... Pretty good.

That, was what worried him. It felt both energizing and relaxing. Like he had a good night sleep, and a cool breeze was coming his way on a hot summer day.

What. The actual. Hell?!

Was- was Phantom doing this on purpose?! Because if so, this added a whole new layer of complications.

"... Aright! Well, we got to go back to school, err... Now. OK so good, bye!" Then the trio left through the front door with a bang. Wes looked back and forth at Mr. And Ms.Fenton "umm, can I barrow that thermos? And leave. Through the back door? I have to go back to school..."

Honestly? He had at least fifteen more minutes, but, he really couldn't lesson to their rambling anymore. (Not that he needed to anymore.)

"Sure deary! You can use the back door." Ms. Fenton said, Mr Fenton nodded then bellowed "and nock yourself out with the Fenton thermos!"

Wes smiled politely, nodded and grabbed the thermos "thank you! Bye!" And with that he left through the back (not wanting another chance encounter with Phantom). As soon as he was out of sight he slumped against the wall in the alley way by the door and clings to his chest and the thermos as vibrant memory's of cold shock that happened not- so-long ago. What was that cold static?

And more importantly, what was it supposed to do?

And while he didn't want to emit it, there was a lot of holes in his theory. For starters, why do Phantom and Fenton look alike? Sure, there's shape shifting, but, even in Phantoms 'true' form they still look alike. How else would he fool them so easily unless Phantom looked like the original Danny Fenton? But wouldn't it make more sense if Phantom looked less alike compared to Fenton in his true form, so to not rase suspicion? And there was no way that it was all just a coincidence. There is no such thing.

The more he thought about it the less it made sense. It was almost enough to make his head spin.

But before he could even try to rap his head around it, above him a figure flickered in and out of view as Wes squinted his eyes at the figure his eyes widened when he realized that whatever it was was falling. Before he could think about what he should do, it landed in the pile of cardboard boxes and trash next to him.

A agonized groaned snapped Wes back into action as he tossed away pieces of trash to reveal (and possibly help) the figure.

What, or who as he should say, he found was, in summary, a copy of a smaller, younger, and female version of Phantom just as he began to instinctively shift the junk around her so she could breath a sharp beam of light vertically cut her down the middle like a sharp knife. It took all that Wes has in him not to drop the thermos in shock on the hard concrete sidewalk as the beams of life split revealing a human, female, girl. That instead of white hair and a almost identical hazmat suit to Phantoms, the hair became a familiar ink black and instead she wearied blue jeans with a red hoody and hat.

Well, I can't just leave her here... Wes thought as he past back and forth feverishly on what to do and hospitals are definitely not on the list... The girl was definitely more than human, unless he was OK with her being put on a experiment table, (which he absolutely wasn't) going to a hospital is off the table.

I guess, I can only take her home with me...

Wes was definitely far from comfortable with the idea, she could be crazy, evil, and deadly. That, and she will probably be scared out of her wits end when she wakes up (and for a good reason too) but for the time being, he could think of no other choice. Not really. It was either that or he leaves her here in a dark alley way, next to two mad scientists.

As he picked her up bridal style after checking for any spine, neck or back injury's he began to find the quickest way home where the lest amount of people could see them.

Life has, without a doubt, taken a turn towards weird for Wes Smith.