You can still hear them. Everywhere you go, the sound remains. Perfect as it was when it was first heard, beautiful and prideful. So wonderful that nothing can challenge it. Even the angels that sing on high. That's how wonderful, how glorious. But, the sound is all that's left of the legacy. The legacy of the two who faded into the past, with no hope of reappearing in the future.
***
"Danny!" Jazz sang out to her little brother, the twenty year old redhead crossed her arms.
"Jazz, please move." Danny sighed, he ran his hand through his raven hair. Even though he towered over his five foot four sister at six eight, she still had a lot more will than him, and that was saying something, considering how stubborn he was.
"Nope." Jazz popped the 'p' sounding like a three year old.
"Jazz, please. I have homework to do." Jazz feigned shock, her sea green eyes lighting up.
"IT'S A MIRACLE LADIES AND GENTLEMAN!" She yelled to an imaginary crowd, as they were home alone, "DANIEL FENTON IS GOING TO LOOK AT HIS HOMEWORK FOR THE FIRST TIME IN HIS TWELVE YEARS OF SCHOOLING!"
"Jazz, you are so immature," Danny critisized.
"We both know that I'm more mature," Jazz followed Danny into his room, "I've just finished exams and I'm feeling like having fun!" Jazz pulled her shoulder length hair back with an elastic and stuck her hands in the pockets of her dark blue jeans.
"And doing some physitrist stuff to me is fun?" Danny asked. He flopped down on his bed and Jazz promptly sat on his stomach, legs crossed.
"For me, plus, we both know that you're under a lot of stress." Jazz said confidently, turning serious, but still sitting on his stomach.
"I have to figure out how you do that." Danny sighed, his icy eyes meeting his sister's determined ones. "Fine, I'll give you half an hour."
"And then I'll break out the handcuffs." Jazz warned. Danny rolled his eyes he could get out of those easily using his- "And they'll be the ghostproof ones." Damn! Danny yelled in his head.
"So Danny," Jazz started, sounding entirely proffesional. Detatched, yet caring, persuasive, understanding and somehow compassion. He really needed to figure out how she did that. "Tell me about your nightmares." Jazz pulled out a notebook. She was obseessive with writing down every little detail.
"How did you know I'm having nightmares?" Danny frowned, the wrinkles creasing his pale brow.
"Please Danny," Jazz scoffed, as though she couldn't believe Danny had so little faith in her, "I'm your sister, older by four years, I am going to be a physcologist, and I sleep in the room nextdoor, so it's pretty easy for me to hear you thrashing around in here screaming."
"Must you be better at everything?" Danny teased. Jazz pulled out a Fenton Thermos from her bag, "Yup." She said smugly.
"Nightmares." She reminded him.
"I don't know what they are." Danny said honestly, his stomach going numb from Jazz's weight. "I've a feeling that they're memories, but, I've never seen anything like this. We both know I've never been out of Amity," Jazz gave a small wince here, but Danny didn't notice. "And there's this girl, and I haven't seen her face, but I know her, really well. She's always a silhouette, a blur, a shadow. There are mountains, lots of snow, pine trees. And this girl is curled up next to me. Jazz, my dream self is in love with this girl. We're sitting in a big vehicle and then I always wake up, but there's always a feeling of terror. Something bad happened to that girl." Danny finished. Jazz had it all written down and she was wearing a worried frown.
"What's wrong?" Danny asked her, quite close to mimicking Jazz's business voice.
"Nothing. Really. This dream, is it reaccuring?" Danny nodded.
"I've been getting them for two years."
Jazz pressed her lips together and slid off Danny's stomach. "I'll talk to you later, Danny." And she walked out the door. Danny frowned, it wasn't like Jazz to just leave like that, especially when she was analyzing someone. Especially when that someone was him. He sighed, and let it go. He sat up and looked at his clock. Midnight.
Danny yanked off his shirt and blue jeans. He crawled under his blue comforter and sat his alarm for seven. Then, he drifted off to dreamland, where an unknown horror awaited him.
***
He felt comfortable, more content than he was sure he had ever felt in his waking moments. He was leaning against a cold window pane, his breath coming out in little clouds, staining the glass.
His arm was looped around a thin girl's shoulders. Her delicate arms were tossed around his waist, her little head on his chest. Whenever he looked down all he saw was black, though he could clearly make out the shape of the nameless girl. He stared out the window.
Huge mountains covered in white snow glittered as far as the eye could see. The cliff hanging off the mountain road they were driving on was steep and rocky. Parts jutted out menacingly, where others were sheer drops. It was all gray and white, even the sky held no colour. There were huge pines standing where the cliff leveled out for a few feet before dropping into a ravine.
He felt himself drowsing, his cheek becoming stuck to the window. The girl beside him shifted and sighed, her voice sounding musical, even with the tiny sound she had made. He instictively held her tighter, not wanting to let her go, not able to bear being without her.
Suddenly there was a clicking noise, and everything went dark. Terror washed over him. Pure fear. He felt like screaming but he had no voice. He needed to call out to someone. Anyone for help.
And the girl.
He no longer had a hold of her. She was gone to where he could not reach her. Both were now alone.
***
Danny shot up in bed, his breath being yanked out of him. Tears were streaming out of his eyes and his whole body shook violently. He tried to take deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself but his body was not under his control, it was under no sort of control. It was shocked, only doing what it needed to survive.
He trembled for uncountable minutes before he was finally able to settle himself. He leaned back onto his pillows, praying for an uninterrupted sleep this time when his alarm went off. Danny felt like screaming. How did whatever force was working against him not get that he needed sleep?
Danny groaned and rolled out of bed, forgetting that he needed his legs under him and ended up face first on the floor, unwillingly tasting the carpet. With a low oath Danny put one hand on his matress and pulled himself up onto his knees. Screamed. And fell onto his back.
"MORNING DANNY!" Jazz was stretched out on his bed, on her stomach, ankles crossed feet in the air, head propped up on her elbows.
"How can you be so awake?" Danny grumbled, getting over his near heart attack and dragging himself into a standing position. Jazz had to laugh at her little brother.
His hair was sticking up in every which way with no intention of being tamed, his icy eyes were attempted to snuff out the smile and glare daggers at her at the same time, he had only one sock on (a blue one that came up to his knee. She sure as heck didn't give it to him) and . . . and . . .wait for it . . . heart boxers!
"Nice undies Danny!" Jazz sang. She knew she was acting totally immature, but she was always so serious, and while she was home she was going to completely creep out Danny by being extremely off the walls.
"Why do you keep saying my name?"
"Is it a crime to say your name Danny? Will I got to jail Danny?" Jazz insisted, loving how the muscled male was quickly enraged, but didn't lay a hand on her, knowing that she had a Fenton Thermos on her.
"Put that thing away and you have no hope of beating me!" Danny insisted.
"Oh, I know. Without proper equipment there's only one person in the entire universe that can beat you Danny."
"Plasmious?" Danny guessed dryly, going into the bathroom to change.
"No, you beat him last Christmas, remember, the pumpkin pie episode?"
"Yeah, those old people attacked me for ruining their Christmas. They were all mindless zombies, they weren't celebrating!" Danny mused.
He came out of the bathroom (his hair still going crazy) and headed toward the stairs for breakfast. He got a bowl of cereal and slumped at the table. Jazz grabbed an orange and a cup of coffee and a newpaper and sat down across from him.
"Hey Jazz?" Danny hesitated, wondering about the question he was going to ask. It had been bugging him for a long time, and he needed to know, and if anyone would know it was Jazz, and Jazz could be trusted, so he could ask her the question. Danny was still regretting speaking when Jazz answered.
"Yes, Danny?"
"Jazz, when did I get my powers?"
Jazz's head, which had been hidden behind the newspaper suddenly shot up. "Where'd this come from?" She seemed alarmed.
"I just don't remember. Lately it seems like there's a whole chunk of my life that I can't remember, but, it's weird."
"Yes, umm, well, you got your powers two years ago."
"The year I started having nightmares." Danny quickly made the connection, and then he had to wonder, were they just coincidences? They had to be, after all, what could they have in common?
Jazz looked lost. Then, a noise broke their tense, quiet morning. "DANN-EEEE!" Tucker yelled, throwing open the front door, he sounded like he was announcing a performer.
"Why do you always greet me like that Tuck? Like I'm about to go onstage." Danny wondered. It was an old habit of his friend's and he wondered where it had originated from.
"He's been in a questioning mood." Jazz told Tucker, raising an eyebrow. Danny ignored how obvious they were being in trying to hide it. He didn't know what 'it' was . . . yet.
"Let's just go," Danny said, steering his best friend away from his sister.
"Fine, fine," Tucker sighed, as though defeated and walked outside. Danny climbed into Tucker's huge jeep.
"When are you going to repaint this thing?" Danny wondered. Tucker shot out of the driveway and turned toward the school.
"When are you going to get a date?" He shot back as quick as lightning.
"Ow, low blow." Danny put a hand over his heart, pretending to be wounded by his friend's playful but truthful words. "Seriously though, it's pink. And, the colour is okay and all, but if you repaint it Paulina will stop trying to steal it."
"I'll repaint it the day you go out with a girl, oh, and I remember when you had the hots for Paulina." Tucker reminded.
"I was thirteen!" Danny sulked.
"You were a very smart thirteen." Danny looked at Tucker, whose face was serious, but his emerald eyes were dancing, which gave him away. The both burst into laughter. Tucker swung in beside Dash's blue italian sports car and Paulina's pink convertable.
"Good car." Danny said, pointing at the pink thing.
"Ugly colour. See, my baby is not that pink compared to hers."
"I thought that PDA was your baby?" Danny thought, opening his locker and pulling out his History and Science textbooks.
"It is. The jeep is just my second child." Tucker argued.
"Uh-huh." Danny agreed, not believing his friend for a second. Although, it was said that Tucker would marry his PDA given the chance.
"FENTON!" A deep male voice barked from the end of the hallway. Danny didn't even have time to flinch before Principal Lancer was upon him, all no hair and fat. "We have a new student and you are to show her around. I'm sure you'll be the best of friends."
"Me?" Danny managed to squeak.
"Yes, you. You have the same scheduales. Meet her in first period science." Lancer walked away.
"You're on newbie duty!" Tucker laughed, pointing.
"Yeah, yeah." Danny rolled his eyes. He didn't want to spend his day showing around a dumb new kid. Lancer had said he had to show her around, maybe he'd get lucky though. Maybe she was a hot cheerleader that would be so grateful to him that she'd give him a big kiss and then they'd go out and . . . STOP! his mind yelled. What about that girl from your dream? A voice asked.
I don't even know who she is! Danny argued.
But you love her! The voice pointed out.
I don't know who she is! Danny tried again.
Who let's something like that stand in the way of true love? The voice asked.
Me?
No. You have to figure out who this girl is. You knew her once.
Fine. Danny sighed, mostly to get the voice to shut up.
"And so she said, cool, and I said no." Tucker finished his story. Danny realized that Tucker had been talking the entire time. Oh well.
"Here's science. Good luck with the newbie." Tucker grinned and took his seat at the front of the classroom.
"Danny!" Mrs. Mcdonald called. Standing beside her was the new girl. Danny couldn't see her face, just her back, but so far he liked what he saw. A smallish girl, even shorter than Jazz, and Jazz came up to his heart. Geez, she'd be a long way down. She was wearing dark jeans that stopped over plain black skater shoes. Black hair tumbled to the small of her back. Creamy white arms were crossed over her thin frame. Danny found himself behind the girl. "Danny, this is Sam, you'll be her guide. I'm sure you two will be great friends." The girl called Sam stirred, and Danny steeled himself for a perfect face to go with (what he thought was) a perfect body.
Then she turned around.
Yes, I know that Jazz is a lot older than Danny but she needs to be for this to work. And only Jazz, Tucker and Danny know of Danny's ghostpowers. Yes, Jazz is going to be a little OOC for the first little bit, or maybe the whole story, but I don't give a flying flip. Tucker may be OOC. In fact, everyone might be just a tad OOC. Tucker is a year older than Danny, but he got held back in grade three, so they are in the same grade.
I know, bad me for starting a new story since I'm really falling behind, but since Pointless will soon be finished (if I ever get over writer's block. Grumble), Cupid isn't getting any ideas and Silence and Last Hope are slowly coming, I decided, hey, why not.
I have some Danny Phantom summaries that I'm willing to hand out if anyone needs something to write. Just pm me. Ideas are appreciated, you'll get your credit. Complaints ignored unless it's in the form of constructive criticism. Reviews motivate me. Don't own it.I hope some of you will check out my other fics. If something confuses you please don't be afraid to ask questions. Something I write may make sense to me but not to you.
~DI4MGZ~