I do not own Danny Phantom or Big Hero 6
Prologue
Jasmine Fenton smiles, angling her head so that the phone she speaks into is nestled safely between her ear and her shoulder. She tugs her waist length, orange coloured hair into a mid-high pony-tail before returning the phone to her right hand.
"I'm fine dad, I got here safely. The apartment's nice too."
The apartment really was nice – it was fully furnished and had this aqua and black motif going for it.
"Did you really have to go all the way to the coast of the Pacific Ocean to go to school Jazzie-pants?"
Plopping onto her new bed, she draws Bearburt Einstein close to her chest and her free hand fiddles with its ears.
"Dad, we already talked about that," she tries not to roll her eyes. "San Fransokyo Institute of Science and Education, while a mouthful, is a great school and San Fransokyo is a safe city."
"You could have gone to the University of Wisconsin, like your mom and me."
Jazz can practically see her father's chest puffing out in pride and this time she does roll her eyes.
"No I couldn't have," she begins to point out, "When they rejected my college entrance thesis, they did so mainly on two basis, one because I was the daughter of one Jack Fenton –"
Jazz pauses and gives a fond smile at the silence that follows. Her father had caused them thousands of dollars' worth of property damage.
"– And two because they'd had enough of Ghost research to last them a lifetime."
There is no bite in her voice when she speaks, she doesn't want her father to think that she blames him, because she doesn't.
"Aww, I'm sorry Jazzie-pants," her father apologizes nonetheless and Jazz hears the pout in his voice and imagines his slumped figure.
"It's okay dad," she speaks earnestly because it really was. There were many persons who couldn't see past her parents' – her dad's especially – eccentricity. Her parents were good people – wonderful people – she knew that now.
"You're thesis paper on 'Ghost Envy' was gold though."
Jazz grins at his sudden upbeat tone– nothing like talking about ghosts to lift the spirits (no pun intended).
"I know, right?" she agrees ardently. It's their loss, she ultimately surmises. She takes a peek at the clock by her bedside and almost balks at the time.
"I have to go now daddy," she speaks as she rises from the bed, "I need to get ready for my tour of the school. I don't want to be late."
"Alright Princess," her father says, "But remember to watch out for ghosts while you're there – ghosts and boys."
Jasmine snorts, because she's never heard her father put so much inflection on one word, when the word 'Ghost' was being said in the same breath.
"It's alright dad," she answers and she briefly glances down at the grey, metallic band around her waist. "I'm wearing the Fenton Specter Deflector as we speak."
"What about the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick? Did you remember to bring that?"
'No.'
Her father had wanted to load her up on Ghost gadgets for the trip over. Jasmine had had to draw the line somewhere.
"Uh, gotta go dad bye."
She snaps her phone shut, before her dad could start to talk her ear off. Jack Fenton is as Jack Fenton does she knows.
Jasmine briefly glances towards the window by her bed. The view isn't much, but it's different. It isn't the streets of Amity Park that she sees when she looks out there. It's San Fransokyo – and it's all new and strange and it's an experience that she'd have to take in all by herself.
But she could do it.
She had it all planned out.
Word Count: 621
A/N: This idea has been floating around in my head for quite sometime now - just putting it out there. Slow/sporadic updates.
Constructive criticism/comments/questions/suggestions are welcomed and appreciated.
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