Jazz Fenton walked into the kitchen, pointedly making a gagging noise at Danny and Sam's kissing. Danny looked at his sister amused. "What? A man can't kiss his wife?"
"Only in front of me! If your younger self sees you now…" Jazz stopped talking, her eyes becoming distant. Danny sighed. Jazz had traveled through time four weeks ago, and she was still put-out. He understood why, though. Everything she ever knew and loved disappeared, and was now replaced. He was sad for his sister, but at the same time, he couldn't help but be selfish.
He, his family, his friends…all of them thought Jazz had died ten years ago, and he was glad that she couldn't go back in her own time. He didn't want her to leave again.
Pulling himself out of his thoughts, he smiled, a bit forceful, at his sister. "Hey, I bet he would scream louder than he ever could when he first turned into the ghost that I am today." That got a small smile out of her, but her eyes were still a little distant. Putting his arm around her, he said soothingly, "Hey, I heard that they have great strawberry shakes at the Nasty Burger? Want to come along?"
"Want to come?"
Those were the last words that the teenaged Danny told her. She refused that offer; she wasn't going to refuse this one. "Okay." Sam, Danny, and Jazz walked to the car in silence, and began a quiet trip to the Nasty Burger.
Clockwork smiled at the trio from his mirror. He felt sorry for Jazz, but she was destined to be there. He couldn't bring her back, even if he wanted to. "Everything's the way it's supposed to be…"
"Hey, Clock Doc!" Clockworth sighed irritably, and floated over to the thermos. The evil voice continued, "Let me out of here, Clocky! It's getting rather lonely in here. I need humanity to keep me company." Clockworth let out a humorless chuckle. "I cannot let you out, Dan. I will not let you obliterate the timestream, which you will do." A dark chuckle echoed from inside the thermos.
"We'll see…"
Jazz looked into her drink, completely astonished. This is the greatest milkshake…in the history of milkshakes! She wanted to squeal like a little girl, but she was a grown up. SO cannot happen. Danny and Sam looked at her, amused. Danny said, with a laugh in his voice, "You can scream, Jazz. I'm sure they expect that…"
Jazz frowned, "I'm an adult. I refuse to do anything childish until it's crying, laughing, or squealing in happiness, because…I…" Jazz looked at Danny, surprised to see tears in his eyes. "…What?"
Instead of answering, Danny got out of his seat, walked over, and hugged her tightly. Jazz hugged him back, still feeling confused. When they broke apart, Jazz cocked an eyebrow.
"What was that for?" Danny just smiled weakly, and stated, "I…really missed you." Jazz looked down, an embarrassed, but flattered blush on her cheeks. "I know." She was about to continue speaking, when an eerily, familiar voice spoke up.
"Hello Daniel…and Jazz. What a nice surprise."
Jazz groaned softly, and looked up into the blue eyes of the one and only Vlad Masters.