Prologue
Jazz could not sleep.
How could she sleep when everything around her seemed so… so LOUD tonight?
Downstairs she could hear slight bangs and loud crashes as her mother, Maddie, tinkered in the lab. It was supposed to be sound proof down there, but lately, too many holes had been blown into the interior for that to be possible.
Just across from her, her brother, Danny, was making aggressive shuffling in his sleep. Trying to wake him from his bad dreams would probably be crueler than leaving him in them at this point, since he was totally exhausted and went to bed earlier than any one of them. Jazz had a tinge of jealousy in her because he grabbed the last functioning pair of Fenton Ear Plugs.
And of course, her father, Jack, lie completely oblivious in slumber, snores sounding more chainsaw-like than human.
But slowly, everything seemed to die down as the clock struck 2 AM that Saturday morning. Maddie came back up from the lab to retire to bed, grumbling to herself and being slightly grouchy over the duo's latest invention not working as intended. Not in the slightest wanting to deal with Jack's snoring, she stuck a pillow in his mouth to silence him.
With two out of three sources of noise taken care of, Jazz turned her attention to her little brother, still quietly groaning and fidgeting in his sleep. With her protective sister instincts taking over, she quietly crept into his room to check on him.
Lately, Danny's sleep had not been peaceful. Though their parents knew of Danny's secret now and accepted him along with the whole of Amity Park, a big source of nocturnal baggage relieved, he still had other things to worry about. Would a ghost finally wise up enough to defeat him; just because he was on good terms with a few more of them since the Disasteroid incident, it didn't mean all of them liked him. Could someone one day rebuild that stupid ghost-controlling staff? Would Dan one day break out of the thermos within Clockwork's lair? All of these 'lovely' topics and more had been plaguing his dreams as of late, as sort of a replacement for the nightmares of not being accepted.
Jazz had no idea which dream he was having, but by the general low amount of fidgeting and whimpers, it was luckily most likely a nightmare normal teens have this time. Y'know, like failing a test or being out in public in your underwear. That was good. Even she didn't have the energy to deal with anything more.
Carefully removing his ear plugs, she began to comfort him without waking him up.
"...the rocket is mine, don't touch it…" Danny's face lightly scrunched up in discomfort as his arm twitched out a gentle swat. It instantly went slack again, and he turned over to face the other side of the bed. Jazz rubbed his back in circles until all movement other than the rise and fall of his chest ceased.
Jazz let out a contented sigh before quietly leaving the room to turn in, closing Danny's door behind her.. "Good night, little brother…"
With all quiet in Fenton Works, Jazz could finally relax and get some shut eye. She crawled under her covers and within minutes she fell fast asleep.
However, she slept so deeply that she didn't hear the shuffling of footsteps coming from nearby.
(A/N: This is more of a comedy story to provide a little bit of a break with 'Mental Rift', as even as a primarily angst and dark fic writer, I can get bogged down once in awhile with these dark stories. I also had an idea for a new fic and I wanted to have it written down at the very least. This one IS post Phantom Planet [I haven't watched PP in years so all of the facts are to the best of my knowledge and research], and I'll still be going into the paranormal and weird, of course, so… enjoy! : )