"Who did this?" Lancer asks, referring to the mess Danny had made when he was fighting a ghost.

"I did," I say, taking the blame for my brother while he leans against me to hide that he hurt his ankle.

"Jazz..." He looks at me with a questioning look on his face.

"I'll take the blame for this one. I did let it out, so it is technically my fault," I say to where only he can hear and not Lancer.

"Well, , I'm surprised," Lancer says, grabbing our attention. "Clean up this mess, and don't let it happen agian." He hands me a broom.

"It won't."

"Thanks, Jazz," Danny says, picking up some papers.

"It's what sisters do." He gives me his infamous goofy smile.

"And this is what brothers do," he says turning intangible before flying out of the room, laughing his head off.

"DANNY! GET BACK HERE!" I yell after him, knowing that it's pointless.


A/n I just got random inspiration for this fiction last night.