AS: Sibling Bonds prt5

Sibling Bonds
Part 5
Ties will be tested!

The Council of Ghosts stared at the interloper astounded. Voices broke out some in excitement others in horror, but the most dominate one was confusion. Phantom reached into his core feeling for the cold energy. His eyes flashed blue as he prepared battle any that might come. This ghost was definitely an enemy to the Ancients. Though Danny only knew Clockwork, and few of them, he trusted their judgment. They seemed at ill ease with the ghost nevertheless they had returned to their place in the middle of the dome to hear him out.

"You heard me correct." Spoke the being through Mock his voice growing more intimidating by the second. Still, it seemed to weave a calmness through the room that was still not reaching Danny Phantom or the Ancients. "This shift is not a horrible thing. Don't listen to those Ancients we have grown far past the dark ages and their idealistic ways…" his eyes narrowed. "They know nothing of the potential our race has above the rest…"

The shadow ghost brought out his palms as his unnatural ochre eyes glowed brightly. The council gasped as one at what happened next. Through Mock's palms rays of green ecto energy emerged traveling outwards towards the open areas of the dome. It cut neatly through the sides and flew upwards barely missing the murals above save to scar them lightly. Then the ectoplasmic energy vanished altogether.

Mock smirked. "I'm sure you've all recently heard the rumors of raw energy?" he chuckled darkly as he continued. "The art that we've been warned not to practice?! For its very nature being far too destructive to wield." He looked at them expectantly, and many ghosts nodded in response. "That's a lie to keep you blind from what truly matters what we can really achieve through..."

"All it achieves is a downright mess!" came a female southern belle accent. Danny recognized it to be one of the Ancients the Mistress of Heart, Cora. She was the one who handled emotions, feelings, and more importantly loves of mortals and ghosts. She looked to be in fumes as her pink catlike eyes blazed. "I worked hard on designing this structure..." Despite the fact of her anger she was by far the loveliest of the female ancients. With pointed ears like an elf and skin a light tone of red. Her pink hair curled in ringlets with a small bun in the back and the rest of her hair flowing freely down to her lower back. Her gown shaded in another color of pink. It was strapless and reached little above her knee caps, and slanted down towards her ankles. All the while hugging her hourglass form, with a pair of high heels. "I don't appreciate you all ruining my work."

The shadow ghost dipped his head slightly but never enough to show genuine respect. "Forgive me my lady, but the demonstration was necessary." Then he turned back to the others unscathed by the continuous glares of Cora. "Now as I was saying, I know the ways to achieve it. Raw energy is rare and scarcely abundant, but there is a way for all to have access to it. With it…" he turned his penetrating gaze directly on Danny Phantom. "humans will no longer be able to have a hold over us."

Silence prevailed at that moment. As Danny noticed many if not most focused on the shadow ghost's words.

"Not only that but I sympathize greatly with you all." For a moment Mock's face showed a strange bitterness. "Humans have ruined my afterlife as well as many of yours. I know not how all of you started out in that realm, but we all share the prejudice of their kind." All eyes had now turned to Danny Phantom he could feel actual hostility more than before. "Yes we have a peace treaty the Ancients made sure it was nearly flawless, and to that, I show my appreciation." He bowed almost mockingly to the Six.

The hybrid could tell the Six wanted to act, he did as well but what could they do against a shield that kept them out? It was almost like the ghost shields his parents made, but it was clearly designed to not hurt the spirit inside it, as some were known to do. Then he came to the conclusion this ghost had something to do with the break-in at New Tech, although at the moment that was all he could understand.

As Danny thought on this, the shadow ghost's crowd had grown earnest to hear more of this revelation. "However, it won't last long. Even now arms are being taken up. Have you heard the President of United States along with the Mayor… yes the mayor my gentle-ghosts that so-called former sidekick of the Phantom, Tucker Foley has agreed to allow those government agents also known as the Guys in White into our one haven… Amity Park."

The outburst at this news was unmatched even the halfa found himself shocked. No that couldn't be?! How on Earth could such a thing happen? He'd worked too hard to keep those agents out of his territory. He'd made sure of this with the Ancients help it was a firm clause in the peace agreement. No one but the Ghost Protection Agency was to be allowed access to the most haunted city on Earth.

"So, I ask you all this with such a thing broken what else could go wrong?" the mysterious ghost asked inevitably voicing the current thought. "We need liberation! Humans should no longer hold a stance between us! We were spared from completely being torn from this realm for one reason. All of us have unrest in some way shape or form. We were brought back for a purpose why should humans be the ones who govern our lives when we've surpassed theirs?!" He glared at Danny Phantom now with seething hatred.

"You do not know what you speak of…" came an even darker voice this one could remind any of the feeling dying, yet at the same time, it sounded British distinguished, and still intimidating. The usually silent Master of Death, Quietus has made himself known. "Do you not remember where you started out?" he asked his soulless black eyes set inside red instead of white. His hair was a messy yet combed mane of pitch black, with a goatee on his chin. He had pale gray flesh that would remind one of a corpse. His outfit was a mix of dark coal shades with blood red accents. He was dressed like a gentleman tux open coat but cut in such a way that would remind one of a grim reaper, with a cloak of pure black cut like bat wings at the tips draped on his back. If he'd changed forms, they would have seen a skeleton in place of a man for that his other form.

"Each and every one of you in some shape or form has ties to the human realm." Quietus would know for it was his job to guide them to their permanent residence whether it was judgment, peace, or to become undead. He knew exactly when one was to die and how they would. He rarely was seen during the council meetings having preferred to stick to the shadows, and listen. So, his interruption had caught everyone's attention. "To ignore your roots would be to ignore what shaped, and defined you."

The ghost controlling Mock seemed alarmed for the first time in a while, but then he collected himself. "Ah but I am not speaking of that. It goes both ways. Humans ignore the fact that we were once them. How many of you were greeted warmly by those who might have known you in the past?" The room was silent, so the shadow ghost's face became smug. "Just as I thought none of us are treated right. We face ghost hunters and fear instead. While fear is a wonderful thing that feeds all of us, we should not be hunted down like animals." He glared now. "We have just as much right to that planet as they do. Why else would we still be here and not joining our brothers and sisters in the afterlife?"

A chorus of approval came from at least seventy-five percent of the audience.

"So I am here to tell you all that a storm is coming, you better hope you're on the correct side of the bank when it hits." The shield abruptly faded out, and the shadow ghost's eyes returned to a normal green, but before any of the Ancient Six could get to him, Mock had brought out a remote. Clicking a set of buttons, he abruptly disappeared.

That is when the chaos ensued. Various ghosts converged on the halfa who barely had a moment to bring up a shield to escape the blast fire. As Dora in her dragon form, his yeti friend Frostbite, Wulf, and surprisingly Pyro came to his aid. It was in these moments that Danny Phantom appreciated the fact he had a few allies to help him. They managed to aid in his escape, while the Ancients with their eyes now all glowing red in unison quelling the uprising before it could begin.

Danny made it to the exit and flew towards his awaiting Specter Speeder parked not far away. As he stared back to the entrance where the Ancients had begun their work of subduing the threat, the hybrid could see flashes of various colors of ectoplasm crashing from inside. It wasn't going to be easy to calm those ghosts and make them see reason, but Clockwork had assured him through the limited time he saw him it could be done.

Still… It appeared his life had just gotten even more complicated. But then again when was it ever easy for a being trapped between two realms?!
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In what felt like mere moments Jennifer found something heavy appearing on top her. Grunting she tried to push it off. Whatever it was it weighed a bunch… and it was cold. Why was it so cold? Attempting to repell the chill away from her, she shivered. Then she heard a grunt of an all too familiar sound and tone that sounded like... she stared at the bundle that had invaded her personal space.

"Adrian?" She whispered a groan was the only answer that came from the lump. But it still sounded like him. "Adrian?" she said a little louder this time. The creature barely moved shifting only a little, "ADRIAN!" the young Fenton cried with one last effort.

That got the being to move. Yellow glowing eyes greeted her which was strange, but she could make out the distinct facial features of her brother. "Jenn?" he croaked his voice sounding somewhat haggard.

Jenn's dived into him pulling him into a tight hug. "Oh, brother it is you!" then her eyes widened as she shoved him back, which made him grunt in pain. "Wait a minute, how come you're in here? Didn't…"

"Yes, I got him everything he wanted but he…" his yellow goggled eyes seemed to narrow in the darkness. "Double-crossed me."

"Oh." She said quietly tears begun stinging her eyes once more as they cascade down her face.

"Hey don't cry, Jenny," Adrian murmured coming closer to his sister.

But Jennifer Fenton could think of nothing better. "Why not? This…" she stifled a sob. "Is all… my fault." She shivered in the dark but this time because of the cold. For the most part, it hadn't been this cold why was this happening now? "I'm the reason we're both here…I should…"

Adrian's eyes softened as he came closer to his sister. "Hey…" he soothed gently putting his arm around her shoulder. "It's not entirely your fault, more mine if any. You couldn't have known. Besides I should have kept a better eye on you." He smiled gently, brushing a stray tear from her cheek. "I'm the big brother I need to look after you." A thought crossed his mind as he shuffled into his pocket. "Hey, I've got something for you." He shuffled through his pocket withdrawing something from it. He placed it gently in her palms.

The younger Fenton couldn't see what he had for her, but as soon as she felt it in her palms, she knew what it was. "My necklace…" she whispered and clutched the moon pendant close like a long-lost friend, before diving into her brother's arms. "Oh brother, thank you so much!"

For once Adrian accepted his sister's embrace hugging her close. "Hush sis I'm going to get us out of here." He hugged her close letting her tear soaked face rest on his chest.

Then his eyes focused on the room, despite it being pitch black he could see everything around them. Thanks to his ghost half he supposed. He was thankful that he hadn't become human in the midst of being transported there, but if she could make him out…

"I already tried to find a way out there is none." Then he saw it that inquisitive expression Jennifer usually had when she knew something was up. Between sniffles, she spoke. "Why are your eyes glowing yellow?"

Should have known that would come up sooner or later. "Oh... uh... it's a pair of night vision goggles I helped grandfather invent. That's one of their side effects." Adrian replied as he begun shuffling through the boxes that crowded the room. There were many in the otherwise bare room. "The Box Ghost and his daughter would have a field day if they were in this place." He said dryly. Just why did a ghost need to collect so much junk?

"If you can see in the dark then… do you think you can find a way out?" Jenn asked still sounding like she was still stifling sobs. He could see she was trying to get her necklace back on but was having trouble with the strap in the dark.

The parta reached out to fasten the necklace as he continued to check over things. The room wasn't very big, and for a ghost's hideout, it was pretty bare. Bullet had made sure it seemed that there were no weapons in the chamber. But Adrian still had his Fenton Wrist Ray strapped on the arm so at least they weren't entirely defenseless.

He concentrated on the nearby seemingly metallic wall. He placed palm on the surface trying to pass through it but found he couldn't. 'Well that explains one thing we're in the Ghost Zone, but why hasn't Jennifer been able to get out?' Adrian questioned in his head. Then he remembered the device Bullet had bragged would keep her here, and saw the ankle brace strapped to her leg. It had to be what was keeping her from phasing through the ground. If she had one on then... he checked and saw, sure enough, there was one on his arm, so transforming back into his other half would be a useless effort.

For a ghost home, this place was pretty barren. It should have had some kind design that resembled its keeper, but it did not. Then his eyes spotted it there was a crack in the middle of the ceiling. "Ah huh…" he murmured. "That just might be efficient…"

"Find a way out?" Jenn asked finding a little hope now that both her brother and moon pendant had returned to her.

Adrian nodded. "I can just make out something it looks kind of like an entrance." The only problem was how to get Jennifer up there without jeopardizing her figuring out his powers. Then again… "So, you can't see anything?"

"No…" she pouted sounding much like her old self. "You say you've found something?"

"Uh huh," Adrian replied and begun moving the boxes a bit, before picking her up. She squeaked at his move and tried to struggle out of his hands. "We have to get out here Jenn. I'm going to lift you up, so you can get the door okay?" Once she nodded, he flew slowly up towards the ceiling, trying his best to make it feel like he was actually stretching up to reach it.

"The ceiling's low then?" She asked curiously. That didn't seem right there was a huge echo in here, now that she thought about it that's how her brother's voice sounded. 'Weird…'

Of course, it was a lot higher then he made it out to be. But there was no way he could tell her he was flying to it. So, he chose instead to agree with her assumption. "Yes, we're fairly crammed in here. Apparently, this ghost has no sense when it comes to height in his lair…"

She tried to ignore how abnormally cold his fingers were as he lifted her up. Pretty soon they were at the top. She felt around with her nimble little fingers and soon came across a latch. "Got it." She exclaimed to him figuring he was down below a ways when in reality he was very near.

"Respectable job Jenny. Is it ajar?" He asked her. Adrian could only hope Bullet had been foolish enough to forget about that little mistake.

Jennifer tugged at the door a few times grunting as she could feel her muscles screaming with the effort. She pulled some more till finally, it gave out. "I've got it!" She cried excitedly for once since her time in captivity. "It's open Adrian!" She scrambled up into the entrance with minimal help from her brother.

"What can you see?"

Her eyes looked about, but she let out a loud groan. "It's no good it's still too dark."

"That's what you have me for," Adrian said next to her startling her in the process. Glancing about the next room they'd found themselves in the parta was surprised to find it was a… "We're in a tunnel." He said in amazement. It looked much like an old sewer tunnel underneath Amity Park minus the fact there wasn't any water in it, and sloping upward. "Come on we're going to have crawl through it."

The two made an effort to crawl through the tunnel. Neither knew what it lead to, but it was better than Bullet finding them. Just in case Adrian had his Fenton Wrist Ray prepared for any danger. As they traveled through the tunnel it soon began to get lighter and brighter.

"Adri! I see light!" Jenn cried happily. She glanced at him once more. "By the way, you still look like a snowman."

"I think your eyes need time to adjust back to normal," Adrian replied dryly. Well, that was a relief she still couldn't see straight. "Grab ahold of my arm. I'm not having you fall behind." Once he felt her small hands grasped around his shoulder, he emerged from the tunnel.

What Adrian saw next was surprising. The entire room was wall to wall carpeted with many different weapons of various sizes. The place was completely armed. "Well, that explains why it was so empty where we were. We must have been in his basement, Jenn..." He noticed something a gauntlet nearby it looked vaguely like Bullet's own. He smiled truly happy for the first time in the past hour. "I think I've just found our way out."
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Wouldn't they ever give up?

Those incompetent ghost hunters had been chasing him since they'd spotted him in the business district. He had been planning to make a break for the FentonWorks Portal but those hunters chased him all the way around the city, till finally, he managed to lose them.

He could hear the gulls calling from above, and the waves from the lake crashing against the sandbar below. He'd ended up at the wharf docks. They were deserted except for an occasional fisherman or tourist, but he could easily scare them away with not much effort.

The bounty hunting ghost could feel his irritation, and frustration all directed at the Guys in White and to a lesser extent the Ghost Protection Agency. Those incompetent agents nearly cost him his job, and a few pounds of raw energy. But he was also pleased if not satisfied with how these past two days had gone. "Not only did I gather everything the client needs but more so. I've proven Walker and others wrong. Just because I don't have any special powers and occasionally screw up doesn't make me a failure in the least. After all, I learn mistakes and rarely make the same ones twice."

A familiar ring tone played from his gauntlet. Pressing a few buttons gradually a hologram came on screen. It was completely black save for those same blood red eyes glowing in the darkness. It was him.

"I've heard you've acquired something extra in your scavenger hunt?" came their voice from the other line.

Bullet frowned surprised. 'How did he figured that out?' Glancing around the area he could only wonder if the ghost was spying on him, or had some stooge doing it for him. But he decided to play it cool. He would not show he was intimidated to this spirit. Besides he could be wrong, they may not even realize what it is he had. "Yeah… so what's it to you?"

"My leader is particularly interested in obtaining the hybrid." The specter said as raw red energy crackled in his dark palm. "We will pay double if you hand him over with our purchases."

"Whatcha want him for? He's pretty weak for a half ghost. Then again he is Phantom's kid." Inwardly he was grinning. Now, they were speaking his language. Except what could they have a use for with the kid? And If they really wanted hybrid how much could he get out of them? "Triple or nothing. I know others who will want to use him for hostage or bait, but I'm guessing you have other intentions. Am I right?"

The specter's red eyes narrowed. "Very well we agree, howev-" In an instant the image of his customer blanked out, replacing it with nothing but static.

"What? What is it you want? Hello? Come in?" Bullet frantically tried to regain connection, but it kept static out.

A bright light nearly blinded Bullet as it all but exploded from his gauntlet. Out of it shot two beams that re-materialized as Jennifer Fenton and Adrian Spook. The latter crouched down low, in front of his sibling, looking poised to take the ghost on right then and there.

Having been caught off balance by the light Bullet readjusted himself. He took one look at the two Fenton siblings and snarled. "How did you two get out?" but then he smirked. "No matter I can easily send you back." Tapping at his gauntlet, only received sparks in return. Grumbling he typed at the buttons again, the response was still the same. "Why isn't this blasted thing working?" he asked himself in frustration.

To answer his question, the parta remained silent but withdrew some things from his jacket pocket. He tossed them straight at Bullet they knocked the ex-second in command right on the head. He let out a yelp as he hurtled backward. Bullet rubbed his now bruising scalp seeing the perpetrators. Both of the anklets that had previously been strapped to the kids laid in shambles, their wires cut expertly, and completely fried.

Finally, the hybrid spoke dryly. "Word of advice, next time don't leave your back door unlocked." He didn't look nearly as cocky as his father but his face was rather smug. "Also don't underestimate the grandson of two of the world's top ghost hunters.

Bullet growled in anger, his fists beginning to burn brightly with ectoplasm energy as he flew towards the parta. Adrian had barely enough time to shove his sister out of the way before he ducked himself. Sending a beam of energy from his wrist ray at the infuriated ghost, it was weak, but at least it would work as a distraction.

"Jenn…" he said through gritted teeth as he continued to summersault out of the way of Bullet's attacks. "Get out of here!"

The younger Fenton wanted to protest, but a gentle tug turned her attention to find Alicia there. "Come on Jenn. We need to get out of the line of fire."

"What about Adrian?" Jennifer asked too concerned about her brother at the moment. Even if she had weak eyesight, she still wanted to help.

Alicia had received his message, and headed to the current location of Bullet after picking it up on her G.P.A. scanner. She sighed glancing to Adrian who nodded. She hoisted Jennifer onto her back and didn't say another word but advised her to hold on tight. Starting up the hover scooter, they took off at breakneck speed away from the fray.

The parta let out a sigh of relief once Jennifer had successfully been rescued. But hadn't been watching ahead of him for a moment when a blast of ectoplasm sent him sprawling to the ground.

Bullet landed with his weapon aimed at the boy. "Well, that was a good effort. I must say little Phantom Junior you had me for a second." Adrian's palms clenched as his eyes glowed with irritation at the nickname. Still, the ghost went on as if he didn't notice "But let's face it you've still got a long way to go before you can even tangle with me." He grabbed ahold of Adrian by the throat lifting him up in the air as the boy struggled. Then he felt it, his eyes begun to glow brightly as energy shot through the naturally born ghost out into his system. The effects were instantaneous but having never felt a rush of power so great. He lost his grip on the boy.

Adrian cursed his luck silently as he scrambled away from the ghost. "Not again I've gone for at least a month without some ghost stealing." But thankfully this time, he didn't feel the effects nearly as bad yet. Still a bit dizzy he had barely enough time to duck a punch from the ghost that crashed into the cement leaving a dent.

Bullet's eyes widened at just what he'd accomplished. Never before had he actually done something like that. Even with the added strength that came with most ghosts. Then a thought occurred and he smirked punching his fists together. Then he went at the boy as he began throwing blows at breakneck speed. "I'm supposed to take you alive, but they never said what kind of condition you're needed in." The ex-second in command of Walker said between punches.

The parta could feel his energy depleting rapidly from the draining he'd received courtesy of Bullet. Even so he managed to keep himself upright and block the attacks. "Doesn't that mean you'd be handing over damaged goods? Won't that deflate the profit?" Adrian asked sarcastically trying to distract the ghost as he tried to figure out what to do.

His muscles were beginning to hurt from the effort of shielding himself. He could have sworn something was different about his enemy's fighting style. He managed to kick his opponent's legs out from under him but in the process let out a yelp out from the added pressure of how hard Bullet had become. "Are you eating metal on a daily basis or something?"

Even Bullet was surprised out how much strength his punches were taking. Unless… he chuckled then cackled, then chortled leaving the boy alone for a moment.

Adrian watched the ghost surprised. He was starting to think the spirit was losing it, but then his opponent smirked, and he tensed.

"You know I should be thanking you Spooky-kid." There was that nickname again. "To think all I needed was the help of some snot-nosed brat of Phantom to achieve something I've wanted for a long time."

"What exactly would that be?" Adrian asked perplexed and becoming annoyed.

Bullet's smirk grew even wider. "I guess it's time for a lesson. Every ghost has a unique power ya know some take years-no centuries to find it and some get it right off the bat." He shrugged at this.

"What's that got to do with you?" the parta asked as he begun looking around. 'Come on where did Alicia put that thermos, I could really use it right about now.' Knowing his B.F., she wouldn't have left him unarmed it had to be hidden somewhere on these docks. All he needed was a moment to find it.

The ghost didn't speak a word just simply seemed to go into a sort of trance. Adrian was too focused on the search for the Fenton Thermos to think of fighting him, and he'd regret it soon afterward. Bullet's body abruptly morphed into a metallic silver color catching the boy off guard even more. He went at Adrian with his fists yet again.

This time the impact of the punch was too much and sent the parta flying backward to phase through a nearby building. When he returned to the area, he could see the ghost still looked incredibly smug.

"With this, I'm indestructible kid. They don't call me Bullet for nothing… at least not anymore."

The two went at it once more, but Adrian found that all the kicks or punches he threw at the ghost landed on a hard surface like steel. It hurt badly almost felt like he had broken bones upon impact. The energy he'd siphoned from the parta had enhanced Bullet's senses and unwittingly gave way to his own unique power. The Fenton boy's only luck was the fact that the mass of metal was inexperienced with his new form, so his blows hadn't broken any bones yet.

A cold feeling washed over Adrian moments before Bullet could land a well-aimed blow to the chest. The parta embraced the feeling realizing it was his only chance. His body became encased in energy going subsequently invisible. He rolled out of the way just before the ghost's fist came down in a blazing metallic fist of ectoplasm, that would have most assuredly knocked him into unconsciousness. The boy shuffled away focusing his attention on finding the Fenton Thermos it was his only chance against this guy now.

Bullet was getting increasingly frustrated. "Just where did that little punk go?" He took a moment to scan the area, before blasting at every corner nook and cranny of the old wharf.

Burnt marks littered the ground, as Adrian Spook barely managed to get out of the way of fire. His yellow eyes darted about the area, as he continued his invisible trek through wharf. Finally, something silver and metallic caught his attention poking barely out from behind one of the crates on the boardwalk. His eyes widened as he hurried to grab the thermos just before another round of plasm came at him.

It was a good thing too because in that instant the cold melted away from the exhausted parta revealing his snow white hair and glowing yellow eyes to his enemy.

"There you are," Bullet said with a smirk. He readied his fist with energy. "So what do you think kid ready to come quietly?"

Cracking open his dry lips Adrian responded between gasps. "How about… not now or… ever?!" He aimed the Fenton Thermos at the ghost. It glowed brightly and with the aid of the Parta's own energy a swirling vortex appeared. Before Bullet could move away, it pulled him into its grasp sucking him completely inside before he even had a chance to scream.

Capping the Fenton Thermos quickly, Adrian let out a tired sigh, and just laid there a long moment exhausted from the entire conflict. "Don't mess with my sister... again!" He told the being inside the thermos between breaths. He pulled himself upright and flew sluggishly into the air towards home.
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With the deed signed Valerie gazed on with satisfaction from her office in the top floor of the Ghost Protection Agency. Her task force had taken to practicing their moves outside since their dojo was at the moment currently occupied by the enemy. Still, all things were working out. The Guys in White had agreed to her terms, so that was out of the way and done. What would come in the future was to remain unseen.

But if any member of her team caught the GiW stepping out of line that would be one strike, if they got three like they say in baseball they'd be out there. No more access to Amity Park. To this extent, the G.P.A. Commissioner wanted them to step out of line but she knew they'd bide their time until they found the opportune moment to strike and Valerie would be ready for them.

Her door creaked open, and in walked someone, she'd been trying to contact for the past few hours. Cain Samuels trudged in looking haggard and tired just about ready to collapse. But as Valerie moved to help her most promising student he brushed her away. "I'm fine I can walk on my own." He mumbled then his eyes widened as he realized who it was. Standing upright he saluted her much like one would in the military. Though Valerie never saw any army background on his resume when he'd applied for G.P.A. "You sent for me Chief?"

She nodded moving over to her desk to retrieve a copy of the treaty. "I need you to look over this Samuels. Study it and memorize it."

The young man with the scar looked a little perplexed. "For what?"

"You're my main confidant from now on. On all matters concerning out 'guests.'" Seeing the shocked look on his face, she smirked in amusement handing him his new badge. "Congratulations you've just been promoted to captain of your squad."

Cain grinned now looking all but please, but then he put on a straight face and saluted her once more. "Thank you, Commissioner Gray, I won't let you down."

Nodding Valerie told him to leave. As he headed out his back was turned, so she didn't catch the smug grin that appeared on his face as he fingered the new silver badge. If she did, she might have had second thoughts about her choice in leadership.

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The young parta's eyes refused to stay open for too long before they shut once more in the middle of flight. Then he had to force them open again so he wouldn't crash into anything. He could feel the phantom pains of what was sure to be a massive amount of bruises, and throbbing reminders for when he became human once more.

Finally, he spied the welcoming sight of a blue and lavender three story house on the outskirts of the city. He aimed his trajectory for the front door colliding instantaneously with the cement walkway. Fortunately, his ghost half managed to keep from breaking any bones. He lay there almost ready to shut his eyes and just sleep on the porch when two beams of white light surrounded his body transforming him into his old raven hair self.

Not more than two minutes later his middle sister stepped outside heading for the mailbox. Noticing her poor brother collapsed on the porch, she let out a small gasp and headed back inside. Adrian thought she was going to simply leave him when the door opened once more. He could vaguely make on both of his sisters now. He sighed quietly.

Neither said a word as they each took a side and helped him stand upright. Then begun heading into the house.

"Where's Alicia?" Adrian asked leaning his head towards Jennifer. He managed to keep himself upright and transfer most of his weight to walking so neither sister were weighed down by their naturally heavier older brother.

"She went home soon after taking me back here," Jennifer replied quietly.

Lilith piped in apparently not liking being left out. "I had slept at their house brudder. Did I tell you that?"

"No, you didn't. How was it?" Adrian asked as he forced a small smile on his face. He didn't want to concern his younger sibling in things.

"It was lots of excite- fun." Lilith replied clapping her hands excitedly. "Ooh I drew something for you brudder…" she moved away before either could protest transferring the weight promptly to Jennifer. "I'll go get it!" she cried scampering off.

Adrian shook his head with a small smile. "Sweet Lilith, sometimes she catches onto things most of the times she doesn't."

"So where's Bullet?" Jennifer asked interrupting his musings.

Glancing at her, he brought the thermos out of his large pocket. "It took some effort, and ghost equipment. But thanks to 'Licia I managed." Although he didn't succeed in retrieving any of the Fenton gear the ghost had ransomed. So Bullet had won in that regards. But Adrian wasn't too worried after all what could he use those things for anyways? The important thing was he got Jenn out of there.

The younger Fenton frowned looking down as she helped him to the couch. "I'm sorry about that."

"What did I tell you before?" Adrian replied. "You need to quit blaming yourself Jenn. Otherwise… you could get a lot of wrinkles." He told her bluntly.

Jennifer at first looked at him annoyed. Then a small smile quirked onto her face as she chuckled realizing just what her brother was doing. "Guess your right this time."

"So, think we can keep this a secret?" he asked glancing towards her expectantly.

She nodded. "Yeah, I think so."

"Good…" Adrian murmured his eyes finally closing. Everything was fine Jennifer hadn't discovered his identity or had any suspicions of it. But more importantly, he could rest easy knowing she was secure, as he dozed off for a long much-needed nap.

Smiling at her big brother, she gently kissed him on the cheek affectionately. "Thanks, big brother, I know you'll always have my back."

~Fin~

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Coming Soon…

Adrian Spook
Episode 5
Spook-tacle
Summary:
Alicia and the Drama department are putting on the play. Adrian and Hugo unwillingly get roped into participating. In the process it attracts unwanted attention from a ghost who wants make some changes to the script. When Malcolm becomes the main victim in the ghost's twisted plot, can Adrian look past their bitter rivalry to keep him from harm?