It was one of the worst disasters in Amity Park's history. Perhaps the worst non-ghost related disaster ever. And yet it was a freak accident, there was no one at fault, no one to blame. No villain or attack, just an undetected gas leak in an older building that left rubble and spreading fires behind.
Fortunately the frequent ghost attacks had taught the city to be ready for anything and the firefighters, paramedics, and other emergency crews arrived at the scene almost as soon as the sound of the blast died. Their quick response saved many lives but many more would have been lost if not for the actions of one person.
No one was sure when he arrived, he was just there pulling people out of unstable debris, people no one could get to. The rescue workers didn't waste time questioning why the town's most infamous ghost was helping them, he was saving lives and that was all that mattered.
Hours later when the worst of the fires were contained they began allowing volunteers into the safer areas to help. When Jack and Maddie Fenton arrived at least three people took them aside and explained that 'Invisobill' was not a threat and shouldn't be attacked or interfered with. And anyone who disagreed would be asked to leave. It wasn't long before Jack found himself working alongside the ghost as he helped clear rubble and give firefighters a clear path to one of the remaining hotspots.
Amity Park was full of heroes that night; their brave and selfless actions saved many lives. And the swarming news crews did their best to catch it all on camera. By the next day the entire country had seen the most spectacular rescue of the night. As firefighters battled a blazing house and police held a man back while he screamed for his daughter, a white-haired boy flew through the wall carrying an awkward bundle. As soon as he got past the line of firefighters he landed and laid the bundle on the ground. It was a small child! The ghost boy began CPR but she still wasn't breathing when the paramedics took over. News cameras zoomed in as he hovered nearby and camera crews were startled to see tears running down his face, and when the little girl finaly gasped and began crying weakly he looked like someone who had witnessed a miracle. Her father ran to her and a paramedic held an oxygen mask to her face. The ghost smiled brilliantly, though tears still traced their way down his cheeks.
It was nearing dawn when an EMT found the phantom leaning against the side of an ambulance looking exhausted.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"I'm fine." He answered as he straightened up before a flicker of light appeared around his waist. He closed his eyes for a moment and clenched his fists and the light disappeared but he looked even worse than before.
"I don't know what that was but I think you need to go."
"What?"
"Look, nobody has been here as long as you, if you can eat than go and eat something. If you sleep than go to bed, you've done enough for tonight. Now go on before you pass out and someone trips over you."
He smiled, touched by her concern as he drifted up into the air and vanished. As she watched him go she realized how young he looked and how amazed he seemed that anyone would worry about him.
Not long afterwards a pale and exhausted Danny Fenton walked in his house. Jazz met him at the front door and handed him a mug of hot cocoa before he could say a word. He was asleep on the couch before he finished it.
When Jack and Maddie got home they found Jazz half asleep on the couch with Danny slumped against her shoulder. Only taking the time to change out of their sweaty and stained jumpsuits they joined their kids on the couch. It was crowded but right now they all needed the comfort, contact, and reassurance. As all four Fentons dozed off, the TV flickered with scenes of despair and desperate heroics. The only other sound was Maddie as she watched a familiar and dramatic rescue replay once again.
"I never dreamed a ghost could cry."
I don't know where this one came from either, or why the first one was almost all dialog and this one has hardly any. I should have titled this 'When Plunnies Attack." Unlike usual, I have no outline or plan I just sit down and write.
P.S. I'm sorry for falling off the face of the planet, I put an explanation why on my profile page. In short it's been a REALLY bad couple of months, so bad that when my car was stolen my first reaction was to laugh.