Good day! You thought I only write KagePro, right? Well, I guess that's where you're wrong. I recently stumbled upon DP fics and wondered how can such a series still remain active on FF even after a lot of years. Then a thunder full of ideas struck me, telling me to write a fanfiction about my favorite cartoon as well. Well, this is it.
I tried my best to make a one-of-a-kind AU. I do hope it is. In here, Maddie and Jack are divorced, and Vlad's currently making his move on the woman. Jazz struggles on having her parents get back together, and Danny lives in the ghost zone. There are a lot of mysteries and surprises up ahead, and that I leave on the reader's wide imagination.
Please do review so I can continue the next chapter. 10, 5 or even 2 reviews will be ok, as long as I can see how you guys think of my story.
A Grasp at a Distant Memory
Chapter 1: Jasmine Fenton's Family
"Your records are impressive, Jasmine Fenton. Straight A is not an easy feat to achieve, especially now that you're at the peak of your high school career. I'm pretty sure you'll be accepted in whatever university you will choose. If you don't mind, where do you want to study your specialty?", the almost-bald professor tapped his organizer with his pen, jotting down notes about the overachievers of Casper High.
"I-", Jasmine was about to say the list of her dream universities, but a sense of dread filled her. "I don't know if I should continue studying, Mr. Lancer".
To make his surprise obvious, Lancer stopped tapping both his pen and foot, and stared at the girl with his curious eyes.
"That was not the best answer I can get from a really intelligent girl, Ms. Fenton. Harvard and Yale would play tug-of-war for you, and you'll choose to abandon what could've been a bright future? I thought you wanted to be a psychiatrist?"
Jasmine chuckled.
"Well, I guess I couldn't be the answer to everyone's depression, considering I can't even cheer myself up. Nasty Burger crew sounds good enough, I guess my resume will work enough."
The professor frowned at her silly antics, not amused.
"For the love of Lion of Macedon, are you even hearing yourself?"
"As much as I wanted to go for college Mr. Lancer, I declined to go to my mom or dad's side and decided to live on my own. I couldn't accept my parents' divorce for years, I don't think I can handle both studies and work all by myself. Even though I get a decent scholarship, providing for my dormitory would be a pain in the neck"
Lancer grumbled, cursing himself for forgetting the girl's condition.
"I'm sorry Jasmine, I don't intend to-"
"Cut it off sir", she said with a sincere but sorrowful smile. "It's not your fault, ok? I know you're just trying to help me. And I'm thankful for that."
He returned the smile, and stuffed a brown envelope on her hands. Jasmine gasped.
"Mr. Lancer, I-"
"Hush, young woman. I think that will be enough for a month or two's rent, considering you still haven't landed on a job yet. Anyway, I'm still not yet done with persuading you to go to college. Don't think you'll get off the hook", with that said, he stood up and straightened his tie. "I have to go to my next period. See you later."
Jasmine just smiled widely at him, and nodded. "Of course, Mr. Lancer. Thank you very much!"
As Lancer went out of sight, Jasmine decided to go to the cheap apartment her mother decided to rent for her when she said she'll be leaving. It was just more than a year, just after her birthday that she decided to live alone, not choosing any of her divorced parents' sides. To make up for it, or probably just to remind her that there's still the parent side to both of them, Madeline, or Maddie, her mother, decided to find her an apartment she can live on; her parents taking turns in paying for it every month.
Now that she has 2 months' worth of payment, courtesy of her kindhearted professor, she decided to be a total independent young woman and work for her own. It will be hard, but she'll go with the flow.
After all, she's a 'capable young woman', as what everyone says. Oh how she hates to hear those words together with her name.
"It just doesn't make sense", she grumbled.
Before she can turn to the alley where the apartment is located, she began thinking of her father. Unlike her mother, who found someone who can probably stay with her (on the other hand, she doesn't even like the aura that man was giving), her father, Jack, was all on his own, probably thinking about another device that can torture ghosts. The image of her father fighting a ghost just doesn't seem to be on her own liking. Yes, the Fenton family, the once-Fenton family hates ghosts with a passion. But Jasmine knew how dangerous ghosts are. What if one day, her father stumbled upon that same ghost with flaming red eyes? She shuddered at the thought. The last thing she wants on her mind was the image of that wicked murderer.
'Get a grip of yourself, Jazz', she shook her head and slapped her face lightly, gaining unwanted attention from a passing couple. After flashing them an awkward, embarrassed smile, she went straight to Fenton Works.
Before opening the door, she gave out a heavy sigh.
"Dad, it's Jazz. I'm here", she twisted the doorknob and went inside the strange-looking house. "Dad, where are you?" she shouted, her voice almost echoing the house.
"I'm here, Jazzerincess!" a buff muffled voice shouted back from the basement. "Wait a minute!"
"No, don't worry dad, I'm going there"
Just as she stepped on the stairs, she fought a phobia that's still bugging her. 'As if the basement will kill you, stop being a coward', she told herself.
Relief coursed through her when all she saw was her father with a welding mask and a lot of other tools, making another Fenton-Ectosomething-er again. He stopped whatever he's doing to scoop his only daughter into a bear hug.
"Jazzerincess! I missed you! How's school?"
"I'm fine with school, dad. You know that." Jazz thought, the nearing graduation sinks into her thoughts. Who would she invite, her mom or dad? As much as she wants to invite both, they'd probably just argue again, and she doesn't want to ruin the whole ceremony. Maybe her dad will, after all, she doesn't want the Masters guy near them, the man is courting her mother even when they're still together. She just doesn't like him. Although she doesn't want to tell it because, who in the hell would hate a billionaire-mayor who practically owns Amity? Probably only her. Oh, and her father. Although his father can't really hate him, they were best friends in college.
She doesn't have a connection to that man. He practically caused most of her parent's arguments that led to their divorce. Schemed a lot to get her mother into his side. Although it was illogical of her to hate him, his parents being the ones who decided to divorce, she just can't help but to dislike the man.
"Dad, graduation is a week away, do you think you can come?" she said as she nervously played with the fabrics of her favorite black shirt.
"Are you serious, princess? How can I not come?" he said, gracing his lips with a wide cheeky smile that Jazz can't help but to smile with, it was just too contagious. "Of course I will, just tell me the time and date and I'll be earlier than the rising of the sun."
Jazz giggled.
"Thank you dad. And just for the record, you always seem to wake up late. Don't worry, I'll save up a seat for you.", she winked at Jack.
"Now that you're here, would you mind having dinner with me? I can, uh... We can eat outside, sweetheart! Especially fudge!"
Now that she remembered her goofy dad can't cook, she was struck with a sudden guilt. Is he always ordering food? Does he miss mom's own homemade fudge? No one can cook for him, and whenever his dad was busy, he'll forget to take dinner.
"Nuh-uh-uh. I'm cooking."
"Holy ectoplasmic residue! Do you remember you burnt your instant noodles when you were 14?"
"Dad!" her cheeks suddenly heated due to embarrassment. "That was 2 years ago! I now know how to take care of myself!"
Her dad suddenly frowned, which made her even guiltier.
"Yeah. You've grown up, princess. You're not my little girl anymore."
"Dad, I'm sorry, I-"
"No, no, it's ok dear. I'll let you cook for this night! Just don't use the Fenton toaster or our dinner will eat us tonight. I'm going back to work dear."
"Ok..." she said as she turned to the kitchen.
She hates this part about her dad. Her smiling, goofy dad. The one that shows her his inventions proudly with that oh-so-charming smile of his. The one who gives off a weird puppy eyes look whenever her mom mentions fudge. That cheerful, optimistic side of Jack Fenton...
Was nothing but a show by now.
She sighed as she went by the upper cabinet to inspect for ingredients, and her eyes widened when she saw a lot of cereals. Froot Loops, Kelloggs, Frosted Flakes, Cheerios...
She shook away the sudden unwanted flashbacks. Closing the cabinet, she went to the fridge to get a pack of pasta and tomato sauce. She'll definitely show her dad she knew how to take care of herself.
®® - Danny Phantom belongs to Butch Hartman - ®®
"Hey, Jazz, this spaghetti's so good! Ramsey Gordon would probably fall in love with you!" Jack snorted, twirling more pasta in his fork.
Jazz chuckled at the joke.
"Dad are you serious? He'll probably tell me that the spaghetti's tentacle attacked him till he's unconscious or something", she joked, earning a laugh from her dad.
"Well, I don't think so. I bet he'll marry you to the point that I have to accept his curse-ridden insults just to be his father-in-law! Ha-ha!"
"Dad!"
"I'm just kidding, Princess." he said, pinching Jazz's nose bridge. "When you get married, I want you to be happy, Jasmine." he gave her a sorrowful smile, which startled Jazz. "I don't want you to marry a guy who'll make you cry like what I did to your mom. And please promise that I'll be there to escort you down the aisle…" Jack almost looked like he's going to cry.
"Dad, you know I'm really not in the age to talk about marriage yet. But if I happen to find a guy who'll make me happy, I'll definitely let you be the first one to know. I promise you that. " She gave him a smile of assurance, which he returned. "But nothing will make me happier than you and mom…"
"You know that won't happen, dear. I still love your mom, but I guess she hates my profession. How our, mine and hers, although formerly, profession brought us here today. But no matter how much she hates me, I'll love her forever…"
"I know dad. I know."
Her dad laughed hoarsely.
"Oh my liters of ecto-goop, I guess we're getting carried away this time. You're probably tired, princess. You should go home if you want to rest and I'll wash the dishe-"
"Dad, you're the one who needs rest. Come, washing the dishes is a piece of cake. If you want, you can continue your work, or you can take a rest, your choice. And I don't plan on going home today, I wanna spend my night here"
"Oh" Jack gave her a toothy grin. "Thanks a lot, princess. I think I really need to sleep now. Goodnight Jasmine, I love you so much", with that, he bent down and kissed Jasmine's forehead. Jazz could've stood up to her pride, but since this act was so rare nowadays, she accepted it with a smile.
"Goodnight Daddy, I love you too. Sweet dreams."
Jack entered what was once his room with Maddie, and slumped on the bed, arms spread. He stared at the ceiling, contemplating on his once perfect family. The picture frame beside him stood as perfect as it was 7 years ago, the four images mocking him with their smiles.
"I'm sorry…"
A/N: I hope you like the first chapter!
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