First, you should know that this is slightly AU. Tucker has never met Danny or Sam, you'll see why later, and Jazz doesn't have leukemia in the actual show.

Also, you should know that this is based off of the book, which is called My Sister's Keeper by: Jodi Picoult and I only used the plot line and the title. I do not whatsoever own this plot line or title. Though, I did put some plot twists in this to make it more exciting. Because parts of the book was rather dull.

Warning: This chapter Danny will talk in first chapter. Sorry. I think this will be the only chapter in first person except for maybe one of the last chapters with Sam. Sorry, I suck at first person.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, the characters, this title, or the plot line.

Dedication: To my friend's mom, who was diagnosed with breast cancer in February. She's getting surgery this month. Pray for her. Or keep her in your thoughts at least. And my friend, Mary Kate, will most likely get breast cancer from genetics. Pray for her as well.

Published: July 6, 2007

Written by: Butterfly.Kisses627

Summary: Danny has never been sick. But he might as well be. His sister, Jazz, has luekima, and he's the perfect match to donate blood, and important organs to keep her alive. What happens what Danny's turned into a half ghost, and his sister needs his kidney. Will he be able to go back to being a human to save her life? Or will he let her die? DS TJ

Chapter 1: Introduction of My Sister's Keeper

"Kudos, Danny, you just set an all-time speed record for drowning in the shallow end on the gene pool." -Sam
"Oh no, you did not just call me shallow, did you?"-Paullina
"If you mean do I think I can stand in a puddle full of you and not get my feet wet? Then, yeah." –Sam

Monday Morning-Day 1

I have never been sick, but I might as well be. I've been poked and prodded and undergone countless surgeries, since I was born. My older sister Jazz was diagnosed with leukemia two years after I was born. Much to my parent's and the doctor's pleasure I was the perfect organ donor match for Jazz…I supplied Jazz's life. And I was always happy to oblige.

Despite the fact that I was pricked with needles and operated on almost as much as my sister, I was happy to be doing something other than worrying about jazz. I mean, of course, I was worried, its hard not to be when you practically set a place for Death at your table. But at least I was allowed to be worried and doing something to keep Jazz alive for a little while longer.

From what I've gathered, my parent's didn't take the news of Jazz being sick to well. My mother became extremely protective and often hovered around Jazz as if she was expecting her to pass out at any given time. My dad became secluded, and avoided subjects like when Jazz's next doctor's appointment was and things like what happened the last time she relapsed. He often opted to stay in the lab, often skipping dinner which was what my mom had designated as family time. Apparently, spending time at the hospital together when Jazz was sick or in for a checkup was not considered as family time.

The truth is, Jazz would have died along time ago if it wasn't for me. She wouldn't have been able to reach her sweet sixteen or lived to watch me reach double digits or even have been there when I received ghost powers six months ago. And I'm grateful she's not dead, and has lived to experience all these things, but sometimes I feel like maybe I sacrifice too much for her. I'm not allowed to participate in sports because my mom can never pick me up because she's with Jazz at chemo or taking Jazz to the hospital. I miss a lot of school for treatments and surgeries, and as a result, my grades tend to slip. What's worse is that people tend to avoid me. They whisper when I walk by in the hall. After all, I'm the kid "whose sister is dying from leukemia." I guess they think if they hang around me that maybe they'll get sick somehow too.

My only real friend is Sam. Sam Manson. I've known her since pre-k, when we were too little and stupid to know what was going on with Jazz. And I've loved her for as long as I can remember. Not that she knows. She'd most likely kill me in an event that I tell her.

All my life I've sacrificed something for Jazz, and never resist anything my parents ask of me. If they needed me to quit a science project so we can go to the hospital, I would go willingly. If my bone marrow was needed I would take the shots that are needed twice a day every day and not complain, at least, not much. No, I've been a good kid about this.

Until now.

My mom was reading the morning paper at the kitchen table while Jazz was curled up on the counter reading The Inner Mind. My dad was at the toaster, pouring some melted fudge over a burnt piece of toast.

Only my mom looked up when I walked in. "Danny!" She said brightly, as a way of greeting.

In response, I walked over to the fridge and took a swig from the milk carton.

Jazz looked up from her book when she heard my mom's voice. She hopped off the counter lightly and walked over to me. She was so skinny and pale. Her hair was so short barely going past her ears, still going back from chemo. He bones stuck out at all angles. She was the face of Death. "Uh, Danny," she said. "Can I talk to you a minute?"

Without waiting for my response, she yanked me into the living room. "Listen Danny mom was talking to me yesterday and"- Jazz was cut off by the door bell.

"I'll get it." I muttered to her. What could she want to talk to me about so bad that mom and dad couldn't hear?

Sam was standing at the door. Was it time to go to school already? I thought I had woken up early. I grabbed my bag that was by the door, and shut the front door behind me. I made the motion of walking down the porch steps but Sam held on to the collar of my shirt.

"Slow down there, Danny. I'm sorry I'm early but the day was just so pretty and I needed to get out of the house and"-

"It's fine." I said, cutting her off. The day really was beautiful. I breathed in deeply. The sky was blue and cloudless. The sun beat down warming my skin since my house was so cold from the air conditioner. I breathed in deeply. It really was a beautiful day. To bad we were going to waste it stuck most of the day in the class room.

Sam opened the door to my house. I followed her unwillingly. If I could have, I would have sat on the porch with Sam until it was time to leave but then I realized Jazz still wanted to talk to me and I was curious as to what she wanted to talk to me about.

"Want some toast?" I asked, closing the door behind me. "I think my dad's making some." Thinking back to my dad's burnt toast covered in fudge, maybe offering toast wasn't such a great idea.

"I'm fine." Sam replied. "If your still eating then I'll just wait here," she plopped down on the couch. "We still have fifteen minutes 'til homeroom."

"Actually, jazz was just about to tell my something." I turned to Jazz. "Do you want Sam to leave or"-

"No, it's fine." Jazz said pointedly.

Jazz sat on the arm of the couch next to Sam while I plopped on the chair across from the two of them.

Sam looked beautiful, I realized. She had let her hair down today. Her long black hair flowed over her shoulders. I could almost smell her lilac shampoo. She wore tight dark jeans which covered her combat boots and a sleeveless dark purple tank top with a black lacey cami underneath. Her amethyst necklace was secured around her neck. I smiled, glad I was the one who had given it to her for her fourteenth birthday, and she had not gone a single day without wearing it.

"Whats up, Jazz?" I asked tearing my eyes away from Sam.

"My kidneys are bad, Danny, and mom's going to ask you to donate one of yours." For some reason, Jazz sounded kind of frantic. It didn't really bother me that much. Sure I wasn't thrilled about being operated on but if it meant saving Jazz-

"Why couldn't you have let mom tell me that?" I asked annoyed. I could have been sitting on the porch with Sam. Alone. On such a beautiful day.

"Because," Jazz hissed, lowering her voice. "Every other time you've donated something to my cause you haven't been a half ghost. If you go into the hospital they're bound to take your temperature and how will you be able to explain why your temperature is over one hundred and twelve degrees and your still living?"

I thought for a minute. "We can work something out." I reassured her. "Maybe we can attach ice bags to my or"-

"That not our only problem, Danny." Jazz said, exasperated. She got up from the arm of the sofa and began pacing. I glanced over at Sam and was embarrassed to see she was watching my facial expressions very intently.

"You're DNA and your blood has been mixed with ectoplasm. Anything they transport into my body will taint me with ectoplasm as well. It won't help me get better. In fact, it will only kill me faster."

Sam had obviously decided this was her time to speak up, and encourage Jazz. "Maybe, Danny can change back into a human for the operation and we can fix the portal to make him a half ghost again."

"No," I said quietly. "It wouldn't work. The shock from the portal almost killed me once before. It's highly possible it will kill me for sure another time."

Sam stood up as well. "But if you don't switch back into a human then Jazz will"-

"I'll die." Jazz finished simply. "I'm not asking Danny to give up part of who he is. It's his choice. All I ever do is waste people's time now. I don't want Danny to give up something he's gotten just so he can keep me alive for a little while longer. We don't even know how long it would even keep me alive. Please, Danny, when mom asks you, to do this, tell her you don't want to. I'm tired of pretending to live everyday like I might not see tomorrow. I'm sick of being stuck inside of a hospital, and everyone looking at me like I could drop over dead right in front of them. Please, tell mom you don't want to donate a kidney."

Sam erupted, but she kept her voice low so my parents couldn't hear. "Jazz! What are you thinking? Danny can go back to being a human again. He was a human for fourteen years, remember? And we can fight ghosts as humans. You can't just die, Jazz. Think about what your parents have sacrificed to keep you alive."

I could see Jazz tear up, but I remained silent. How was I supposed to chose? I didn't want Jazz to die. I couldn't be the one with Jazz's death on my hands. But then again, how could I give up the ghost half that made me unique. The part of me that had made me someone.

I remember one time, when Jazz was at a camp for kids with life threatening illnesses that I read an article that my mom had laying around. It was a magazine from the hospital that had things like Coping with the Death of a Child and How to Prepare for the Inevitable. One day, I decided to read the article and it said to pretend the child was already dead and cope with it like you child really was gone forever.

So those whole two weeks I pretend Jazz was dead. There were days when I cried relentlessly. I would never smile and when my mom asked me what was wrong I'd just shook my head. I was supposed to pretend like Jazz was really dead and to tell my mom what I was doing would break the exercise, not to mention be embarrassing.

Then, there were days, when I saw something funny and I laughed. Quietly, but I was laughing, even when my sister was dead. I did my homework and life continued to move on.

Jazz came back at the end of two weeks and she was fine. And I felt better. Like I'd gotten through something I thought I'd never be able to get through. But this was nothing like those two weeks. If I let Jazz die, I wouldn't see her at the end of two weeks. She would be gone and I'd never be able to see her again.

Just then, both my parent's walked into the room. I glanced at the clock. We had ten minutes to get to school and it was a five minute walk. No, make that nine minutes.

"Oh, hello, Sam." My mom said brightly. The room had gone absolutely silent. Sam looked at me nervously. What if they had heard one of us say something about my ghost powers? I gulped nervously. Maybe they were just going to tell me about the kidney transplant. I felt a chill go up my spine. I knew what my answer was going to be.

My mom opened her mouth to speak. "Danny, me and your father have already had this talk with Jazz but"-

"Is it about the kidney transplant?" I asked her, relieved that it wasn't about my ghost powers.

Jazz glared at me. Like I wasn't supposed to know yet. What did it matter they were going to tell me anyway, and it wasn't like it was some huge secret.

"Well, then, now that it's settled, let me just call school and get you out of school for a week of two, and I'll need to call the doctors and tell"-

"Mom." I said quietly. The whole room turned to me. I glanced at the clock. Sam and I had to leave in thirty seconds if we wanted to get to school in time. "I'm not donating my kidney."

My mom didn't bat an eye. "Oh you are Daniel."

I tried not to flinch. I was surprised at how calm my voice sounded. "I'm not. I'm sick of you taking things from me without even asking. Come on, Sam."

I grabbed my bag and Sam followed my obediently. "See you." Sam said quietly to Jazz and whoever else heard. I closed the door, ignoring my mom calling my name.

Sam and I walked down the porch steps. Jazz came running outside. Looking at her face I wasn't sure I'd done the right thing. Had I acted selfishly? Was my sister going to die because of me? Maybe I should have just gone in there and told my mom I was sorry and I would donate my kidney.

But before I knew it, Jazz's arms were around my neck. I felt her tears against my neck. I was surprised I even heard what she said next.

"Thanks."

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Ellie