Young Danny Fenton he was just fourteen when he wandered haplessly into his parent's machine. It was child-like curiosity that drove him into it coupled by the extra influence of his just as curious friends. Maybe they all felt the doubt in the air, the uneasiness, and the overall portending of something terribly wrong. But whether the discomfort of the situation was apparent or not the events still followed.

In theory and in a previous practice the machine shouldn't have even worked. He'd seen it himself, it was a failed experiment. Just going inside it to "explore" was completely irrelevant it didn't mean anything or at least it shouldn't have. But he was only fourteen, still young enough to be naïve, still young enough to die.

Because fourteen year old Daniel Fenton, better known as Danny, went into the portal on that fateful day, something did happen. It wasn't supposed to, technically based upon the witness of those who designed the machine; the odds of it working were miniscule. It shouldn't have even happened but it did.

Danny, while being watched with anticipation by his friends Sam and Tucker, ventured into the ghost zone or the empty portal. He only took a few steps, he only breathed a few deep breaths and then…then there was a blinding light and an ear splitting scream. The friends affirmed that the second it all happened they had to turn away, they could not look into the light it was far too bright and the cries of their closest friend struck so much fear in them that they wouldn't bear to look if they could.

The parents, who had just been reentering the house at the time after making a short trip to the shed in their backyard remembered hearing an unholy noise in their basement. It didn't hit them until later that that horrible noise was their own son's screaming.

What followed was all just a blur, Sam, a naturally tough girl with a gothic persona remembered the light fading out and she recalled as it did so that her eye was caught by a figure crashing out of the portal. She didn't know why, but it seemed as though Danny had been spit from the portal, like he was rejected. She could still recollect that without another thought of anything else she had raced over to where his seemingly frail body had been thrown.

Tucker remembered following her, he heard her move first, suddenly that strange deaf feeling he'd gotten from the chaos and shock of the situation had subsided and he was pulled back into reality. The lab was dark; the power had gone out no doubt to the incredible power surge that something that needed so much energy had caused. But despite the darkness of himself and his friend Sam, he saw Danny's body. Shockingly and more terrifically his body was emitting a glow, unnatural and eerie.

There was no way that something this unreal would happen to someone he held so dear. Sam hesitated to touch Danny, both from fear of being infected by whatever was radiating off of him and from the even more present fear that in doing so she'd learn a horrible truth. But it had to be done, if they didn't know how could they get the proper help? And although she reached down sullenly and rest her hand over his chest; the mere touch of human hands caused a paroxysm in the boy and Sam immediately fell back into Tucker.

Somehow by the grace of whatever deity above, the boy had survived, he sputtered for air his eyes shot open and for a brief second the children were almost certain they'd seen glowing green eyes, but it was only a second before they realized they were staring into desperate near-dead blue eyes. He was barely breathing at this point choking for what little oxygen he could. It was then at that moment that the door to the basement based lab flew open and two parents dressed exuberantly in bright hazmat outfits came down a flashlight in hand.

"What's going on down here?"

"Danny needs help now!"

"Call 911!"

"My God, Danny hold on!"

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It was always gloomy; he couldn't remember the brighter days and wondered if there was ever such a thing that existed. Memories still haunted him and often kept him up at night. It wasn't abnormal for him to be wandering around his room into the early hours of the morning. Most often he was awake promptly at three o' clock a strange occurrence that almost never failed.

"Danny, you okay?"

He turned his head from the window and from the rain to see a tall redhead with gorgeous light blue eyes staring at him from the doorway.

"I'm fine." He answered.

She smiled at him sympathetically and walked over to him and put her arm around his shoulder. By now he had grown taller than her but she was never on the short side. "Come on little brother, you should go back to sleep."

He didn't comply like he normally did but she didn't force him. Instead he stood staring out the window as she stood beside him. "Jazz…" He began but stopped lost in thoughts.

The pattering of rain against the window was morosely soothing he slowly raised his hand up to the glass and pressed it against the cool surface. She watched him in a calm manner her inquisitive eyes were always watching him, her mind reeling with all the possibilities of what he could possibly be thinking.

"Danny you should-"

"They don't come much at all anymore." He interrupted bleakly. "Day by day, week by week, month by month, year...by painstaking year I became less relevant."

"That's not true Danny, they still care about you. It's hard for them, you understand."

His sharp blue eyes met with hers. "I don't you know." He responded, a decided change to his usual resentful agreement.

She sighed heavily and immediately regretted the action, it wasn't likely that he'd take offense to something so simple and natural but for him an action that was usually an unconscious reaction did not come half as easily. And she knew it made him feel isolated just to be reminded it.

"You know I'm here for you, always. Please," She urged taking his arm in hands urging him. "Please little brother let me put you back into bed. You know what lack of sleep does to you and you know tomorrow you-"

"I know Jazz." He replied and let the redheaded young woman take him back to his bed.

There was a maternal air that Jazz held whether she meant to or not. He didn't hate it entirely, it was comforting some days. It was never all that horrible to be doted on especially on those days when he just needed to be loved. She was always there and she'd always loved him regardless of whatever afflicted him.

"I know it bothers you…"She began weakly as she walked over to a machine that he had turned off. "But you know we have to keep it on."

She flicked the switch and the machine flashed into life adding a soft green light to the gloomy room. He glared at it in antipathy everything about it seemed to mock him, she gave him an understanding look and he turned his head toward the wall knowing there would be no argument on it tonight.

"I promise, tomorrow I'll talk to them in the morning and see what we can do about this. Goodnight Danny."

"'Night."

She walked to the doorway and held the handle and watched him as he lay with his eyes closed but was not at all near sleep. "I love you." She sighed before quietly closing the door.

There first chapter, kinda short, but on purpose...Umm yes I've been working on this for a while, it's still not finished but I might as well put it up whil I still have the mind to. There, enjoy.