A/N: I'm back baby! Not only is this my first Danny Phantom story but it is also my first Femslash project. I hope you enjoy the adventure with these two lovely ladies.
A young woman stood in front of the bathroom mirror staring at her naked chest. Firm c-cup breasts stared back at her. Her eyes ventured further south, a nice toned stomach came into view as she nodded her approval. As she turned her body she kept her eyes fixated on her backside. She had a nice roundness to her butt.
With a sigh she moved her eyes to look at her face. She stared at it for what seemed like an eternity, taking in every detail. Beautiful sapphire eyes looked over full lips, a blemish free face and long straight red hair. She reached up and ran her fingers through her hair, placing it behind her ear.
She was beautiful, stunning even but that didn't matter to her.
She sighed, "Why do I attract every dumb jock in a five mile radius?" she asked with a look of annoyance crossing her face, "I want to be appreciated for my intelligence, my personality… not these," she grabbed her chest.
She released her chest and reached for a t-shirt that was two sizes too big and slipped it on over her head. She looked into the mirror again but was shaken from her thoughts by a rapid knocking at the door.
"Jazz, are you done yet? I really have to pee…" a male voice called out from behind the door.
"Yes, Danny," she said opening the door, "It's all yours."
Danny rushed passed her and stood at the toilet, "A little privacy?" he asked doing a little dance of urgency.
She said nothing as she left the room closing the door behind her. She hadn't even taken a step before her younger brother released a moan of relief.
"No more Nasty Burger sodas after patrols," he said in a pleased tone.
A small smile crept onto Jazz's lips as she walked down the hall towards the sanctity of her room. She closed the door behind her and sat gracefully on her bed. She reached out to a lotion bottle on her nightstand and applied a generous amount of lotion to her arms. She massaged the lotion into her skin for several minutes and finally lay down in bed.
She pulled her comforter over her body and turned to snuggle into her best friend, Bearbert Einstein. She rested her head into her pillow and drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
-A few hours later-
Jazz sat up in her bed suddenly, smacking her lips, "Thirsty," she said barely opening her eyes.
She threw the comforter from her body and walked to her door. She pushed it open and ventured through the hallway, down the stairs and into the kitchen. Before she could even get a glass she heard a sound emanate from the basement.
Her head snapped to the basement door, studying it for a moment, waiting for any sign that would signal an intruder.
She waited, she remained still and just like that another crash came from the basement. Steeling her nerves she walked to the door and slowly opened it.
"Owe! Son of a…" a feminine voice called out, "Stupid metal jerk."
Jazz grabbed a Fenton Peeler from the key-hook on the wall, as she descended the stairs she readied the peeler.
"Where do these people keep the damn first-aid kit?" the voice asked as a rustling soon echoed off the walls.
Jazz saw a woman opening cabinets and empting the contents onto the floor. Jazz examined the figure intently, trying to figure out exactly what she was up against. A toned slim body, plentiful chest, firm behind, porcelain skin and fiery blue hair, "Ember," she said barely above a whisper.
"Useless!" Ember exclaimed.
Jazz finally activated the peeler, the ghost repellent armor encasing her body, "Stop or I'll shoot!" she exclaimed aiming at the ghost.
Ember turned around revealing emerald eyes surrounded by heavy eyeliner, "Oh crap," she said before trying to grab her weapon. But as she took her first step her leg gave out from the pressure causing her to collapse to the ground inches short of reaching her famed guitar.
Jazz watched as she writhed on the floor clutching her thigh, her tense shoulders began to slack as she removed her finger from the trigger, "You're hurt," she said still aiming at the wounded ghost girl.
"No shit, dipstick," she groaned out, removing her hands exposing her ripped leather pants and red irritated skin.
"How did this happen?" she asked examining the severe burns on the ghost rocker's thigh.
"It won't happen again," Ember gritted out, "That loser got the jump on me."
Jazz walked toward an unopened cabinet, keeping an eye on the wounded ghost, she reached in and grabbed the first-aid kit. She then made her way to the other woman and kneeled down. Quickly realizing that she couldn't tend to the wounded woman with her armor on, she deactivated the peeler and placed it on top of the lab table.
Ember stared at the redhead suspiciously. Having spent most of her existence in the Ghost Zone, fending for herself, help became a foreign concept. When this red-haired woman opened the first-aid kit and pulled out burn ointment and some bandages, Ember couldn't help but feel fear.
"Hold still, this may hurt… a lot," Jazz said as she applied a generous amount of ointment onto the burn.
Ember winced as the redhead massaged her thigh. Through the pain Ember could feel the tenderness of her touch, the care… she was startled as Jazz reached forward and grabbed her hand. The redhead placed the roll of bandages in her hand.
"Wrap your leg when the ointment dries," Jazz said standing up straight, "Do you have anywhere to go?"
Ember was taken aback yet again by the kindness, "Uh… I'll probably just drift around the city until I find somewhere private," she said struggling to get to her feet.
Jazz moved to the ghost's side and helped her to her feet, "You can't even walk," she said supporting the other woman.
Ember simply smirked as the duo began floating into the air, "There's more than one way to get around, Babypop," she said looking at the startled redhead.
Ember reached down and grabbed her guitar then flew straight up fazing through the ceiling, through the first floor and into Jazz's bedroom. She set the redhead down gently and floated toward the window.
"Thanks for the help, Babypop," she said with a wink, "But I'd rather not stick around long enough to see your little brother's bed-head," she then phased through the window and flew into the town.
Jazz watched until the silhouette of the ghost rocker disappeared from her view. She then lay down in her bed and pulled the comforter over her body. She hugged Bearbert again and nuzzled into her pillow, a small smile on her lips as she finally drifted off back to sleep.