Hi again! I hope you're enjoying this!
If you want to see more of Season 4, I'm working on it, I really am! But as this is sitting in my files anyway, I may as well post it to keep you occupied :)
Clang! Jack and Maddie glare at their son, who's fork has dropped with an unpleasant clatter onto his plate... for the fifth time in five minutes. Some of the other people had started to stare.
"Danny, I do believe sometimes that you have ghost hands." Maddie remarked.
Jazz watched the colour drain from his face, and from hers as well. "It's not what you think it is, Mom!"
"What about my hands? They're perfectly... this one's perfectly fine!"
Maddie laughed, luckily cutting them off before they said anything incriminating. "The pair of you act like you've seen a ghost! All I was trying to get at was-"
Clang!
"DANIEL FENTON!" Both of them shouted. Danny shrank in his chair, a little bit too much.
"A little help, Jazz?" Danny hissed, stuck halfway between the inside and the outside of the chair.
"Really, Danny," Jack stood up, as if he was making a speech. "When a Fenton walks into a restaurant, he or she should never embarrass themselves or their family! Embarrassing fellow Fentons is just- GHOST!"
Oh, great. Was that Star over there?
Maddie took out what looked to be a normal boomerang. "Careful, everybody! This is the Boo-merang, designed to spook out the ghosts!" She screamed as she threw it.
It arced out, then turned around and began to head towards Danny. He sighed and gave his sister a look of why me? before the Boomerang hit him right in the face. Apparently, their inventions actually work pretty well, but that did nothing to console Danny.
Jack stared at Danny, wondering what the Boomerang was thinking. Danny? A ghost? Even Jack wasn't silly enough to think that!
Danny could hear the murmurs of stifled laughter, almost as much as the pounding in his head. "Da-ad," he moaned. "What was that for! I did my homework!" Well, except for Lancer's Mice and Men analysis of chapter 2, but he didn't like his teacher anyway.
"Dad, I'm fine with your sick obsession with ghosts- but- but leave Danny alone!" Jazz went nearly as red as her hair. "He's not a g-ghost or anything, right? OW! What was that for?" Danny kicked Jazz under the table before she could say anything else incriminating; that last statement sounded so much like a question even Jack didn't look like he totally believed her.
Then again, Jazz was a horrible liar. Theoretically, that was a good thing to be, but not when trying to lie to your obsessive ghost hunter parents about your ghostly brother.
"Speaking of Danny," Maddie looked around. "Where is he?"
There was a choking yelp and another clang!
Jazz looked across to Danny, hearing a small disembodied gasp. Something tugged at her sleeve.
"Oh, he's... gone to the toilet! That's what normal humans do, go to the toilet. Ghosts? No! Ghosts can't go to the toilet... uh... I think..." Jazz felt a cold invisible hand wrap around hers and pull her along. Was Danny that strong before? "Speaking of toilets! I need to go to the toilet, what a coincidence, haha... Be back in an indefinite amount of time, don't be suspicious!" Jazz felt for her invisible brother's shoulder and led him outside. She took out her phone and put it to her ear. "Oh, hi, Danny!"
"What are you doing?" Danny hissed from somewhere to the right of her. Jazz found that very strange, very strange indeed.
"I'm just trying not to sound crazy, you know? Talking to myself is the first sign of madness."
"I see."
"I don't."
"Haha, very funny, Jazz." She heard a disembodied sigh. "I can't seem to make myself go normal again! It's kind of worrying. Like, really worrying!"
"You think?" Did Jazz hear him on her left side? Had he moved?
Jazz turned slightly.
"Where are you going? Are you leaving?!" Nope, he hadn't moved.
"Sorry, but as I can't see you I figure you can cut me some slack." Jazz adjusted her phone. "Why don't you try calming down?"
"I'm completely calm! There's no calmer way I could possibly. Be. Calm." Jazz could imagine himself throwing his hands up in the air. "I've gotten zapped by that stupid portal just over an hour ago and I keep acting like a ghost! What if I am a ghost, Jazz? What if I'm dead?!"
Jazz noticed people looking at her, or, rather, the shouting taking place next to her. She made a discreet nod to Danny (wherever he was) and went down the alleyway to the side, hanging by the dumpsters.
"How can you be dead if you were breathing normally?" A thought stuck her. "That's it! You must be only half dead!"
Danny reappeared in his ghost form, oblivious to the transition. He was crossing his arms by the dumpster. "That really doesn't help, Jazz. I'd prefer to be not dead at all, if you get what I mean?" He stared down at himself for a second.
Danny jumped. "I'm visible again!" He hugged himself, almost disbelieving. Then he stopped. "You can still see me, can't you?" His eyes drooped. Jazz grinned.
"That's what big sisters are for, sharing in all the embarrassing moments of life." Then she stopped. "We'd better..."
"Aaah!" Danny yelped as a strange blue mist emerged from his mouth. "What was that?"
"I don't know. Perhaps it is-" An animal wail stopped Jazz in her tracks. She stared at the thing before her.
It was like a wolf, but at the same time it was green, with glowing red eyes and sabre teeth and a torso that ended in a tail, seemingly without back legs. The snarl was chilling.
Keep staring it in the eyes. Challenge it. Don't break the stare. Don't break the-
"Well, this is obviously Dad's reason of why we will never get a dog!" Danny commented. Jazz sneaked a dirty look at him.
The dog/wolf thing leapt forwards with a roar. Jazz screamed but before it reached her, something green came off her side and hit it square in the chest, sending it sprawling. "You stay away from my sister! She's not edible!" Danny's hands were still glowing from the shot. "How'd I do that again?" He stared at them.
"Danny! How did you do that!" Jazz called. Danny turned, distracted.
"I'm not altogether-" His hands seemed to ignite again, shooting into the ground, blasting him, very much like a rocket, right up in the air. "-AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!"
The wolf thing looked to Jazz now. She felt the blood drain from her face. "Uh... MOM? DAD? GHOST?!"
Ironic that while their ghost hunting parents have never seen a ghost, Jazz, the sensible one of the family, has seen two ghosts within the past day. Well, one and a half.
She pressed up against the wall. "Uhhh... nice... doggy?" The ghost didn't seem to take that well; with a roar, it lunged forwards. Jazz hid her face in her hands.
Splurge! Something wet and cold landed on one side of her face. Jazz wiped a chunk of it away; green ectoplasm. She looked up.
Danny was standing, fist on the floor, legs spread wide, in the centre of the explosion. As she watched, he got up and looked to Jazz. "Are you alright?"
Jazz smiled. "You saved me, Danny."
"Of course I would! You're my sister!" Danny seemed to unconsciously float, but this time it was more in check. "Minus the danger, and that was almost fun. Maybe that's what Superman feels like!" He grinned, then looked around at the mess. "It looks like the inside of Dad's lab."
"GHOST! FINALLY!" Something large, jumpsuited and orange came barrelling down the alleyway. "You're not going anywhere now... uhhhh... What's your name?" Jack felt stupid to blast something into smithereens without first having a name to brag to Danny about!
"Dad! No!" Danny flew backwards slightly. "Uh, I mean, my name is Danny! Danny... Phantom! I have nothing at all to do with you, fellow... citizens!"
"Well, eat ghost net, Danny Phantom!" Maddie jumped over Jack, somersaulting, and charged forwards.
Jazz, in want of something to do. 'tripped' and fell across Maddie's path. Danny would just have to deal with Jack.
Two ghost rays missed the stationary terrified teenager on either side. He uncrossed his arms and looked in astonishment, then flew off, quickly.
"Curse you, Danny Phantom!" Jack waved his fist. "We will meet again!"
"Of course you will, Dad," Jazz smiled to herself, softly. "He'll be down for breakfast tomorrow."
