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Early Sunday morning found young Danny Fenton laying on his bed, sprawled over books and papers. Music rang through his room loudly, adding a further distraction from his homework.

"I still don't get it," Danny said, resting on his elbows. " What is so important about a stupid ring? I mean, aren't you guys like, immortally together or something."

A pillow smacked him in the face, it's owner glaring from their floating position. "You can't really be that dumb can you?" She snapped. " If it wasn't so important I wouldn't be here. Trust me," Danny smirked and pointed at the ghost.

"We both know you come here for my company. I'm irresistible."

"Quite the opposite actually," Ember said, hanging upside down with a pout. "Back to the subject. I just don't understand how he could lose something like that! That's just- just low, y'know what I mean?" She didn't wait for a response as she filtered out her thoughts. "Fifteen years, fifteen years we've been together- and for what? This is a new low, even for him."

Danny sat up from his paper, figuring he'd never get his homework done at this point. "Man Em, you really need some girl friends, I don't think I can handle the extra drama." Ember just stuck her tongue at him. "Anyway, if he just lost the ring it's not really his fault right? I mean, if he apologized maybe-"

"Don't you stick up for Skulker! What ever happened to being on my side Short-Stuff?"

Short-Stuff? Well, that was a new title now added to his mental list. He held his hands up in mock surrender. It wasn't his fault, the last thing any sane person would do was come for him for relationship issues. How much could a teenage boy know about romance and commitment, not to mention ghostly romance.

Danny though back to how he'd ending up with a heartbroken teenage ghost on his hands. His day had been compact with homework, chores, and over bearing parents intent on digging into his personal life - and apparently his insides according to their newest inventions. Ember had shown up out of the blue, quite literally popping out of thin air in his room, nearly giving him a miniature heart attack.

The minute she appeared she'd been going on and on about her latest feud with Skulker, and the sad part was that he was getting used to these conversations. Now here he was hours later having the same conversation over a stupid anniversary ring.

"Are you listening to anything I'm saying Dipstick?"

Danny's head snapped up, when he let it fall, he didn't know, face to face with a frustrated ghost. Ember groaned, her hair spiking up briefly. "This is why I can't talk to boys. "

"Why don't you go vent to, I don't know, Kitty? She doesn't have exams like some people," he pointed out, slightly put out that she shook her head. Well, there went my grades, he thought as he saw the sun setting.

"Come on Danno, you know how much she can talk. It's like, un-ghostly."

"Uh huh," he muttered as he shuffled through his papers, maybe Sam could lend his some answers in home room. He continued cleaning off his bed as the ghost rambled about her and her boyfriends latest fight before his mom called him down.

Danny started for the door before turning back to Ember. "We'll talk later, kay' Em?" Ember just nodded and strummed her guitar moodily, before sending a smirk his way.

"And don't think about using the Ops Center as your studio, never again." He said sternly. She rolled her eyes and turned intangible.

"Whatever BabyPop. Seeya' around." And with that she was off. Danny just shook his head as he headed down for dinner, hoping to get a plate before his dad. "Great talking to you too." He muttered.

"Who are you talking to Danny?" Danny slightly jumped as his sister met him at the bottoms of the stairs, red hair pulled into a high ponytail.

"No one Jazz."

Despite his efforts she blocked his path off the stairs, her lecturing face plastered on. "Look Danny-"

"I don't need analyzing Jazz, seriously get your nose out of my business." A bit harsh, sure. But hours of consoling a overemotional teenage ghost had taken it's toll. Jazz glared right back up at Danny but moved aside, and he gladly barreled past her into the kitchen.

He took his seat just as Jack spooned an unhealthy amount of spaghetti onto his plate, ignoring his wife's look. "Jack," she warned. " You won't have room for dessert afterwards."

"Nonsense Mads!" He exclaimed. " Every growing Fenton needs their food. Mostly fudge!" Danny snickered as his dad's antics, spooning some noodles for himself.

"I don't know dad, I think chocolate beats fudge any day." Jack looked at him for a moment before bursting into laughter, comically holding his gut.

"See Mads? Even got the Fenton humor! Good one Danny-boy!"

He chuckled and looked over at Jazz before doing a double take. Three glowing vultures floated into view behind the redhead, who was nose deep in her book. Danny shoveled a mouthful of food into his mouth to keep quiet, one eyes set on the ghosts. Dinner table conversations went on as he kept glancing at the vultures, chiming in the chat when he need to.

The three vultures flew around the livingroom sticking their beaks into furniture and vases, not leaving a mark. The biggest of the three held a worn piece of paper between his talons, looking work and torn. "I don't know boys," The biggest said, voice aged and oddly pitched. "I don't see it anywhere. Sure you boys didn't screw up with the address again?"

The smaller ghosts looked a bit put out with the accusation, but quickly defended themselves. "No way boss. This is the place, for sure. Did we check the basement yet boss?"

Danny had to lean a bit sideways in his seat to hear the rest of their conversation.

"No you Nimrod! Don't you remember the ghost shield?" The other ghost muttered an apology, as the other scoffed. "Dimwits I work with, Dimwits."

Danny hadn't noticed how far he was leaning in his seat before he hit the ground. The thud and clatter of a chair drew all eyes on him, and he just smiled sheepishly. "I, um, sorry?" He tried, rubbing the back on his neck. Danny was quick to stand and fix his chair, once again shoveling food in his mouth to keep down a blush. Apparently the commotion alerted the ghost birds and they disappeared, he cursed under his breath.

"Is something the matter Sweetie?" Maddie asked worriedly. He quickly covered up their concern with the fact that he was just daydreaming, again.

He knew that he was running out of excuses for his odd behaviors. Already Jazz had caught him talking to himself numerous times, and his parents were suspicious of his late arrivals at night. Truth be told, Danny was worried about himself as well, I mean, how many eighth graders can say they can see and talk to ghost on a regular basis that no one else can? Not to mention his frequent visits to the Ghost Zone.

Later that night he found himself struggling with his literature. Books once again littered his bed, papers beside him and crumpled in the trash. "This is inhumane," the raven haired boy muttered, " who can read two whole books in one night?"

"Man, just when I need Ghostwriter…" Looking at the clock he groaned at the time. Shoving the books to the side he slipped under his covers. To heck with Shakespeare, he thought, sleep is more important. And with that Danny fell into a dreamless sleep, pencil still in his grip.

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Jazz walked silently past her brother's door, careful to keep quiet. Only once she settled in her room did she let her shoulders slump and head hang down. Heaving a sigh Jazz let her worried thoughts consume her mind, a majority of them involving her little brother.

Ever since his accident a few months back with the portal, he'd been different. At first it a subtle, he'd talk himself into things, she'd hear him mutter to himself. Only a few weeks ago did she notice the time he spent alone after school, after confirming that he was not with his friends was this proven. She could tell her parents disapproved of his late curfew, but neither did anything to stop it. They called it 'adjusting' or 'finally being a Fenton'. Whatever those meant.

Jazz started to become really concerned when she spotted him talking to the air, or glancing over his shoulder. And no matter what he may think she had spotted him sneaking into their parent's lab more than once.

Shaking her head Jazz turned on her head lamp and threw open a book, intent to lose herself in another fairytale. Anything from the chaos known as her family.

A/N: Ta-da! I'm procrastinating with my other stories for this insanity in my head!...whoops. I hope you enjoy! I have the other chapter ready to go! If you'd like it posted guess what you gotta do...!

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Sayonara! ~Champ