A/N: Vlad and Danny father/son fic. AU.

In pre-k it was recognized that Jazz was learning faster than her classmates. Others were learning their ABCs and not only could Jazz recite it backwards better than her teachers, but she was reading.

A test was taken and for kindergarten, she went to a new schools designed for much above average students. After a few more tests she was able to skip a grade if she wanted. However, the Fentons turned it down, thinking it would be better for Jazz to be around kids her own age.

Jazz was given numerous prizes and rewards for her excellent in math and reading. She and her parents attended ceremony after ceremony for her and children like her. None of those were ever missed, as well as Jazz's performances in her interest of the week, whether it be music, art, ballet, anything. Jazz could flourish in nearly everything, so the Fentons made sure to give her the best learning environment. Jazz was one of the best and she should get the best.

"Daddy?" Danny called out. He was pushed by some mean kid when he was walking outside of his house while looking for something to do. His knee had started bleeding.

He didn't hear a response, but he heard muffled speaking and pictures being taken in the next room over.

He strained his ears and heard his mom.

"Oh dear, you look so gorgeous! You'll make the most perfect fairy godmother!" Then Danny heard even more pictures being taken.

More praise, both from his mother and father, and then his mom said that they were going to be late.

"I'll drive, okay? I want our princess' day to be perfect."

"Sure, Maddie. Here's the keys."

Jingling and he saw his parents and sister rush out of the house. A locking sound and the engine of the car confirmed that they had left.

"Daddy," Danny whispered, wiping some of the blood off his pants. "My knee's bleeding. It hurts."

Danny remembered where the first-aid kit was from when Jazz fell on the sidewalk; underneath the sink.

It was easy to unhook the small door and get the first-aid kit out.

He opened the box and looked inside. He didn't know what most of the things were, but he recognized two right away. The bandages and the acky pads. Danny looked at those with suspicion. Jazz had said they hurt her a lot, but Mom explained that she needs to use the acky pads to make sure that her arm didn't get more hurt.

Danny didn't want to use the acky pad because Jazz said it burned, but he didn't want to get more hurt either. Remembering Mom's words – "It's better to hurt for a little than for a lot." – Danny ripped open one of the acky pads and wiped his knee with it.

Danny hissed in pain. It felt bad, but not that bad, so Danny just kept on wiping his knee. After he decided that all the blood was gone, Danny put on a bandage on his knee.

There was no one to kiss it, but Danny knew that wasn't important to making his knee better. Mom said it did, but he had gotten better without kisses before.

A few hours later Danny realized that no one was coming home until late.

He was supposed to go to sleep at eight, but it was already seven and he was hungry. Not hungry where he just wanted a snack, hungry like it was time for dinner and his stomach was making noises.

Danny knew that cereal was for breakfast, but he didn't know anything else he could eat, so he got a chair and went to get a cardboard, as well as a bowl and spoon.

He had to put the bowl on the floor because he couldn't carry the milk to the table. Mom said that you should always eat at the table, but he couldn't. So he ate on the floor.

It was when Danny was putting the bowl and spoon in the dish washer he realized that not all of the rules were right. Some had to be broken.

Danny wondered which ones had to be broken.

Some days, Danny missed when his parents would almost completely ignore him. They were too busy with Jazz and all her things, but now Danny had things of his own. Well, things that are his because they were Jazz's to.

Like the tests. He was in pre-k with a nice teacher, but his parents wanted him to try for the same school as Jazz.

"So, he can't go?" his mom asked.

"No," said the older woman in the other side of the big desk. Danny wished that she would finish speaking faster – he just wanted to go back home and away from this huge school. He liked the other school better. It was smaller and didn't have the weird word pictures on the wall.

"Don't worry," said the woman. "Not everyone in a family end up being the same. I'm sure your son is a perfectly good student – his test score proves it – but he just is not the type of student we have in this school. Every child is different, as I'm sure you know."

His dad started talking and Danny stopped listening after his dad said something to him.

"I guess you're just not up to par like Jazz."

Whenever Danny did something, his parents would subtly compare to Jazz. They would make remarks like, 'Jazz did this twice as fast,' or 'Jazz could do this better.' They would cover it up with other things like 'Try your best,' and 'Everyone has their own pace.'

Danny knew that they didn't mean that. Danny knew he wasn't as good as Jazz.

It was obvious; Jazz got 100s and Danny got 80s or 90s. Jazz would get rewards for being so good at math, Danny got ones for helping the teacher erase the board.

But sometimes Danny wished it wasn't as obvious. It hurt when Jazz would make their parents eyes shine with pride as their eldest managed another feat and for him, it was just a small nod of approval.

So when his parents went back to putting all their attention on Jazz, Danny said nothing. After all, he was more glad about it than anything.

It was easier deal with being ignored than being compared.

A/N: This is probably going to be my first long fic for DP, or for any in general. I know it's not the best, but I like it. Something personal about it, since I'm the lesser sibling to a smart sister. Also, for all you doubting that Danny's parents would do this, trust me when I say that in these situations parents say careless things that stick for a long time. Point out any mistakes/huge plot holes/anything. Sorry for the short sections, I just write like that. Review and tell me what you think. I'll try to update this around every other week or so. Also, I'm on a roll. Exams make me write ten times more than usual.