This is a JazzxGhostWriter story. Will involve sappy romance and love scenes in later chapters. Nothing bad. I would like to give some little bits of information that you may need to know to help you through the story. Jazz graguated High School early (Apparently at 16 in the show) and is 20-21 in this story and fresh out of college. Danny and his friends are 18 and now world wide heros/protectors. Ghostwriter's human name is Eric Writer and he is a smoker. He is only a smoker because his voiceactor is and that is how he got the voice that he has. Coffee and Ciggarettes. If you look closely in this you will find inspiration from other famous works such as Romeo and Juliet.

Now, On with the story. I would appreciate reviews. This is mainly an overview chapter just to catch you up on everything that has happened between Phantom Planet and the current time in the story.

Enjoy

Chapter 1

What's it like being the sister of Danny Phantom? Jazz got asked this far too many times to count. All the people who thought she was a snob and wanted nothing to do with her suddenly became her best friends and the people who liked her before were mad that she didnt tell them her brother's secret. She sometimes thought that Danny had it easier with his paparatzi. He could turn invisible whenever he wanted and escape. Jazz had to face her problems.

It was an awkward situtation for her final months of high school. Luckily, after graduating she got away from it. People recognised her last name but they had no idea she was actually the sister of the world famous Danny phantom. But those that did constantly hounded her. But she could evade them. And that was just the way she liked it. She embraced normalcy every chance she could outside of helping Danny with his ghost hunting and his school work.

After finishing highschool she moved out of Fenton works and into a small one bedroom home. She attended college out of state then moved back to Amity Park to get a job close to home. She was looking into a job as a teacher but being only 20 at the time made it difficult to get the jobs she really wanted. Jazz was still too young to be taken seriously by big businesses that couldnt understand that her intilect far surpassed those of her age group. She had, after all, graduated from the top of her class in both High school and College.

Though, a part of her did still have that wanted more. The "disney princes" side of her, Danny so affectionately called it. Jazz was happy the way things were, but her life had become repetative after the disasteroid crisis. Everyday it was the same old thing. Help Danny capture some lame ghost, go to school, fight through crowds of people who wanted her to get them Danny's autograph them go home and work on her biography all night.

While Jazz loved her schooling and valued education above all else, she was getting bored with it. It was all she ever did. She had almost no friends, she could barely hold up a conversation with her own family, and she knew more about dead people than the ones living right next door to her.

There had to be more in her life to look foreward to than just more of the same. Ther had to be something exciting waiting for her somewhere beyond the books.

Somewhere in the Ghost Zone there was a ghost with simlar feelings about his own existance. ..

Ghostwiter's life had become more reclusive and lonely than ever since his freedom from Walker's prison. After the disasteroid scare he had been liberated in order to help. A ghost of his power would have been more help with the others rather than in the prison. Unfortunately for Walker, Ghostwriter never went back to the jail. He fled back to his library and into the stacks of books to find refuge.

It was like a warm embrace to be back in his home, with all of his books that he loved so much. There was no other place in the world he felt safer in. It was peaceful and quiet, with no one to bother him.

But that also meant there was no one to talk to. Ghostwriter, or Eric Writer as his family knew him, was beginning to miss interaction with other ghosts, or even humans for that matter. Years ago, before the writing of The fright Before Christmas 2, he would occassionaly leave his library to spend a day amungst the humans. Unlike a lot of the other ghosts in the Zone, Eric could blend in with regular humans. But he couldnt even do that now.

With the entire world now fully alert to the ghost presence on earth being a ghost in disguise was harder than ever. Police were carrying ghost detection devices and direct lines to call in Danny Phantom. Blending in was harder than ever.

And with that bratty ghost boy having eyes everywhere, GhostWriter would have no way of going undetected. The second Danny saw him Eric would be thrown back into the Ghost Zone. And after that back into Walker's jail.

But after several months of freedom, turning into a year, no one came for him. Eric sat in his study in silence, waiting for the Ghost Police to bust his door down at any time. But they never came.

As it turns out, Ghostwriter had some one looking out for him up there. Some one very important. So important that no ghost would dare question his authority, lest they be faced with a terrible future.

As it would seem, Clockwork, the most powerful ghost ever to be created, went to Walker and ordered a full pardon to be placed on the writer. The only way that Eric knew this is because he got the official document in the mail. And just as he was about to ask himself what had happened, the answer appeared.

The majestic, purple cloaked, ghost of time was in his library in less than a blink of an eye. He smiled at the man kindly, his ruby eyes gentle and kind. Eric would have never thought this would happen to him. He was unworthy of such a visit.

So, of course, the first thing he asked was the purpose Clockwork had come to him. The master of time did not seem put out by the lack of greeeting and simply explained to the novelist why he had come.

It was for the order of the Ghost Zone.

The Ghost Zone needed to be maintained at all times by specific ghosts with specific tasks. The observants watched time as it occured, Clockwork watched over all of time to make sure that it did not fall apart and there were various other ghosts with much more minor tasks that were just as important. Technus was named the Master of Technology by the observants so that he can keep the Technology in their cells operational and up to date, keeping the dangerous ghosts trapped, Undergrowth kept the plants from over running the Ghost Zone and in their designated areas, ironic no? Vortex manned the weather, changing the seasons to keep the world in balance.

And now Clockwork had come to The Ghostwriter with a new task. A task that only one such as him could claim. The task of keeping the written record of all time in the Ghost Zone and Earth and protecting it.

What better ghost to keep books than a ghost who specializes in writing them and has the power to temporarily alter reality with his fingertips. He was the only one for the job and Clockwork refused to take no for an answer.

Eric was not ready for such a large responsibility. Clockwork had to have known that before coming to his home. Clockwork knew everything. He must have also known that Ghostwriter broke the Christmas truce. Then why come at all? Didn't Clockwork's mind hold all of recorded time? Why need another ghsot to store it?

The only words of wisdom that the time keeper gave him were these, "Eric Writer, you have done bad things. You have read about bad things and you have written bad things. But it is your chance now to rise above that and make a future for yourself as and finally be more than just the garden variety ghost."

"But I'm not ready for this." Eric said back, "What if I mess up?"

"You wont..." Clockwork told him gently with a hand on the shorter ghost's shoulder, "They are just books after all. And who knows... Maybe while you are finding yourself, you may find something worthwhile."

Eric tried to ask him what he meant but before he could Clockwork vanished, leaving a new quantom keyboard in his place. One of a similar style but in gold. The writer accepted it but still did not believe he was worthy of his new position. He loved writing, and he loved books, but this was rediculous.

He toiled away at his new occupation for a few years. He organized historical events, binding them in leather and filing them away in the new wing of his library. It never seemed to stop. Everytime he would look away from the keyboard, a new event was already printing from it and finding it's way into an unbound book with the moment before it. Apparently Clock meant it litterally wehn he was to keep the records of ALL time..

Luckily, this job basically took care of itself. All he really had to do was make sure everything was kept neatly put away. The books wrote themselves. That gave Eric plenty of time to write his won story. A love story this time. It was uncharted territory for him and offered a bigger challenge than horror or suspence. He would leave that to Mr. King.

But after so long of carrying books back and forth and sitting in the silence of his library, it got old. He got anxious and bored. And now with that keyboard always printing off pages, it was hardly the best environment to write a new novel in. He had to leave and get some fresh air if only for a little while.

And there was only one place that could offer fresh air. The human world.