With Danny now released the Fenton family returned home. After Danny's four day absence they were less than surprised to see him pass out on the couch as soon as they walked in. The paparazzi had swarmed them as soon as the GIW left. It only took a few minutes for Danny to become irritated and their relentless questions and turned his family invisible. Sam and Tucker, meanwhile, had disappeared into the crowd after giving Danny a quick wave good bye. The Fenton Parents stood over their sleeping son.

"Who would've thought Maddie, that our own son, was Danny Phantom?" Jack shook his head, wrapping his hand around his wife.

"I can't believe he fooled us for so long, Jack." Maddie scratched her chin, deep in thought. Jazz was reading a book in the dining room, she sighed and lowered it.

"You guys always shot first, you never bothered to stop and talk to him. He didn't trust you, he thought you wouldn't accept him because you're ghost hunters." Jazz said, sitting on the ground beside Danny.

"That's preposterous!" Jack yelled, causing Danny to stir slightly. Maddie cocked her head.

"Actually, it isn't. Jazz does have a point, we never trusted Danny's ghost half, when he was our own son." Maddie stroked her son's face, watching his chest slowly expand and contract. Jack placed his large hand on her shoulder.

"I'm sure Danny understands what you did, but now's your chance to change things now that everyone knows his identity." Jazz prompted, running her hands through her long hair. "Again" She whispered under her breath."But let him sleep for now, he needs it." Jazz stood up, smoothing out the wrinkles in her pants before returning to the kitchen. The Fenton parents followed her, but not before catching another glance at their sleeping son.

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Danny awoke when he felt a familiar chill rise in his throat. Sighing, he opened his eyes and looked around.

"Beware! For I am The Box Ghost!" Danny groaned and banged his head against the rim of the couch.

"The Box Ghost? Please." Danny crossed his arms and turned into his alter ego. "What is it this time?" Danny said, annoyed. The Box Ghost continued to shout beware and make movements with his hands. Just for kicks Danny shot the Box Ghost between the eyes, causing him grasp the area in pain. Danny slowly unhooked the Fenton Thermos from his belt and sucked the Box Ghost into the Thermos. With a sigh, he changed back and planted his feet onto the ground. When he lifted his head up he saw his entire family watching from the kitchen. He waved nervously.

"Hey..." All three walked in and took seats on the couch. The atmosphere couldn't be more uncomfortable.

"Go ahead and sit Danny-Boy." His father calmly gestured him to a spot between himself and Maddie. Danny hesitantly seated himself.

"Danny, first of all, we accept you, all of us." Jazz said in her most soothing voice.

"But we just want to know one thing Danny..." His mother trailed.

"How?" His father completed. Danny looked down at his hands, balling them into small fists.

"The Fenton Portal, I got carried away and decided to investigate it. I went inside, my hands braced against the walls for support when..." Danny gulped. "I turned it on from the inside, there was a bright flash and then I passed out. When I woke up..." Danny stood up and transformed. "I looked like this, and thus, Phantom was born." His parents faces held shock, but they were understanding.

"Oh Danny!" His mother cried, hugging him tightly, soon his father joined in too. Jazz smiled from her spot on the couch. All three looked at him with smiles of improvement.

"Just think Danny, now you can be my sidekick!" Jack yelled. Danny laughed but then his smile became a frown.

"But I still have to go to school tomorrow?" He asked. Both of his parents smiled.

"Yes Honey, you may be Danny Phantom, but you still need an education." Maddie glanced over at the clock which read eleven at night. "Speaking of which, all of this can wait, you need to get to bed." Danny smiled and made his way up to the stairs, quickly sipping into his warm bed without changing clothes.

"Good night's rest here I come."