Originally intended to be a character analysis to refer to, this somehow turned into a short twoshot about the Fenton siblings.

The idea for the word-off-the-top-of-your-head thing is taken from Blue Hedgehog Psychology by Scarabbug. I am not certain if this is a proper psychology technique.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

'Force.'

'Me.'

Jazz jotted the word down. Danny sat in front of her, uncomfortable at being psychoanalysed by his sister. Jazz would say a word, and he was supposed to reply with the first word off his mind. Jazz said it would help her gain an insight into his mind. Personally, Danny thought it was a waste of time, but this was Jazz, so he wasn't going to say anything.

'Flash.'

'Going Ghost. Or ectoplasm, if you prefer.'

He supposed that he brought this upon himself; after all, he was the one to approach her and ask for help in maths. Then Jazz imposed that one condition, and he somehow found himself as a study subject of psychology.

'Plot.'

'Taking over the world. Vlad.'

Admittedly, Jazz was an easy person to talk to. Often, the two siblings would be found sitting crosslegged on Danny's bed, homework lying forgotten between them as Danny poured out his heart to the attentive Jazz.

'Angle.'

'Maths.'

That didn't mean he understood her all the time. They were closer than most siblings, but he still couldn't understand why she would actively pursue extra projects like this in her free time.

'Dark.'

'Pariah.'

Well, fine. He understood some of it- psychology was to Jazz what ghost-hunting was to him. Or ghost-terrorising-stopping. He was hunted too often to like that term.

Point being, it was what they loved, so they did as much of it as they could.

'Net.'

'Shi-Trapped.'

It was much easier, after his parents discovered his secret. They were much more understanding, and the relief he felt once they stopped hunting Phantom was unbelievable. He still had a curfew, though. Which he broke more often than not.

'Light.'

'Stars.'

He didn't know when he stopped wanting to become an astronaut, but he knew why. Even if he tried otherwise, he was still drawn back to try and protect Amity from any and all disasters, ghost-related or not. Being a half-ghost, he cherished life, and it was because of this that he found he was incapable of sitting at the sidelines while people got hurt.

It was more worthwhile than charting constellations, that was for sure.

'Test.'

'…CAT.'

It wasn't all glory and glamour. He knew that better than most. But, perhaps paradoxically, it made him all the more determined to protect the city of all that he held dear. No matter the cost.

'Evil.'

'…'

'Danny?'

'…'

By now, Jazz was looking at Danny straight in the eyes, book lying forgotten to one side. She had stopped writing down his responses a long time ago.

'Little brother?'

Danny looked down, letting his hair obscure his face. He swallowed.

'…Me.'

A tear fell, blotching his jeans with a small circle.