Chapter 3:

Jazz

"Cure #11: Sing as loudly as you can." Tucker said. He looked up at Danny, who had his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath from Cure #10, which had him running laps around the house.

*Hiccup* (Phantom)

Danny straightened, took a deep breath, and started belting out The Star Spangled Banner.

"O, say, can you see,"

*Hiccup* (Fenton)

"By the dawn's early light
What, so proudly, we hailed
At the twilight's last glea-"

*Hiccup* (Phantom)

"-ming
Whose broad stripes and bright stars
Through the perilous fight
O'er the ramparts we wa-"

*Hiccup* (Fenton)

"Tucker, this isn't work-"

*Hiccup* (Phantom)

"-ing."

Tucker, meanwhile, was on the floor, laughing.

"Well, we've got to figure something out." Sam said, glaring at Tucker, before kicking him in the side with her steel-toed combat boots.

"Ah-ha-OW-ho-ho!" Tucker groaned, still laughing. "Danny," He said, pointing at Sam, accusingly. "Sam kicked me."

Danny looked unimpressed. "You poor -"

*Hiccup* (Fenton)

"- thing."

Tucker grumbled something about under-appreciated tech-support and got to his feet. "Okay," he said, righting his lopsided beret. "Cure #11 is out. Cure #12: Don't do anything; just wait for the next hiccup."

The trio sat in silence for around thirty seconds, before the door opened, and Jazz walked in. "Hey, guys! Whatcha up t-"

*Hiccup* (Phantom)

"Well, that didn't work," Sam said, arms folded, eyes half-lidded as she looked towards Danny's older sister.

"Uhhhhh..." Jazz droned. "What's up?"

"Danny's got the hiccups, and it's messing with his powers." Tucker filled in.

"Wow. How many times has this happened?"

"Never." The trio chorused.

"Oh... Wait. You haven't had the hiccups in over a year?!"

"Uhhhh, no?"

"Lucky."

The group sat in silence for a moment, before the gravity of the situation caught up with Jazz. "Wait, you can't control your powers when you hiccup?"

"Uh, Jazz? We just went over this. Like, ten seconds ago. And, it's not all of my pow-"

*Hiccup* (Fenton)

"-ers, I just keep going - and un-going - ghost."

"But, what if Mom and Dad see?" Jazz said, eyes darting around, looking for their parents. "Where are they?"

"One: That's the problem. And, two: they're not home." Danny informed.

"We've been going through a list I found online, trying to get rid of them." Tucker added. "Danny's already tried holding his breath, drinking water, more breathing exercises than I knew existed (and there are still more),-"

*Hiccup* (Phantom)

"-No more breathing exercises!-" Danny cut in, a bit frazzled.

"-swallowing air, running laps, singing as loudly as he can, thinking of bald men, (don't ask,) laughing, and waiting for the next hiccup to come."

"Okay." Jazz was lost in though for a moment, before she seemed to get an idea. "Well, I'm gonna go up to my room. I've got a lot of studying to catch up on," she said nervously, before hurrying up the stairs.

The trio didn't think much of it. Jazz was a good big sister, but in a team with a kick-butt goth chick with anger issues, a wimpy techno-geek with a crush on his PDA, and a clumsy kid with ghost powers, she was definitely the weirdest in the group.

AN: Hey everybody! Hope you like this chapter. I finally got one done that's a little longer. Next one's long too! Yay!

I want to send a special thanks to my friends, hrisi292 & Imagination Writer 247, for inspiring me when I had writer's block, (and when this fic was doomed to being two chapters and a paragraph long), as well as everyone else who's reviewed my fics so far. Thank you guys, so much :)

As always, hope you enjoyed, and God bless :) - Ellie