Summary: Jazz overhears Danny and Vlad one night and...well, she's concerned.

Warnings: mentions of abusive relationships, rape (?) and rape fantasies.

Note: English isn't my first language...so if there's something weird sounding or wrong, please tell me!

Jazz wriggled her hands in worry, squeezing them against each other while she thought in her little brother and that...deranged monster. She could feel the anger sweep through her, thinking in that vile man, and she felt a pang of guilt at not foreseeing something like this happening. It had been stupid on her part, to think that the man had changed, that he maybe deserved a chance to prove that he could be a good person, and have a healthy relationship with someone. Even if that someone ended being her brother.

She had been so foolish.

Thinking back at what she had heard that time she accidentally stumbled upon one of Vlad's...nightly visits, she felt her anger grow like a flame, and her hands clenched with force around each other, the girl leaving her imagination to think for a moment that she was squeezing that damned man's throat...How could he, that bastard, that, that abuser–

Oh, but soon he wouldn't be able to hurt her little brother anymore, and she would make sure that the police knew what measures to take to avoid escape, even if it meant revealing the billionaire's identity to the world. But first, she would try to talk to Danny, to convince him that the man didn't love him, that someone who loved you would never force you to...just thinking about it made her blood boil, the memory of her little brother's pleads making her wonder why she hadn't kicked down the door and shot that deranged monster at that moment. Ugh, if only she had had the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick at hand, she would have bashed his head into the floor and...

Breathing deeply, she tried to calm down, reminding herself that violent, what-could-have-been fantasies weren't going to help her with the matter on hands. No, she had to be calm and rational, in order to show Danny all the reasons why he shouldn't stay in a relationship with that creep, why he should testify against him when that bastard was put on trial for minor abuse, rape and whatever more the lawyer could come up with. She would protect her little brother, first by making him see how wrong, how abusive and how doomed that relationship was. Heck, she had been studying all night, glued to the computer and browsing through websites only to be able to explain to Danny the signs and the circle of domestic abuse in the easiest way possible. She even had charts!

The sound of the door closing made her mind snap back to reality, and the voice of that person made her mood sour as anger filled her once again. Breathing deeply, she walked forward with decision to greet his brother and confront that man (and probably punch his face. Hopefully).

At the sight of Jazz storming into the living room, Danny's eyes glued to her, open wide in surprise.

-Jazz?-he asked, confused.

This was the wrong thing to do.

At hearing her brother's voice, all thought fled from her mind, and she lunged at the older man with all the intention of strangling him to death, only to be stopped midway by her brother's honed reflexes.

-Jazz?!-Danny cried in surprise.

-How could you?!-she screamed, squirming in her brother's arms and looking at the billionaire with all the hate and murderous rage she was feeling-. You disgusting piece of –!

-Whoa there!-her brother interrupted, surprised at her sister's attempts of beating the crap out of his boyfriend-. What's wrong with you, Jazz?

-What's wrong with me? What's wrong with him! That horrible excuse of–!

-Okay, okay!-he screamed, somehow managing to sound louder than the eighteen years old woman that was looking (and sounding) ready to kill someone-. I thought we already had the talk about me and Vlad dating, and that you were okay with that-he said, trying to sound calm, and hoping to make her sister see reason.

No such luck.

-I was! But then that fucking asshole betrayed you!

-What?-asked the teen, confused and trying for the life of him to ignore the fact that his sister had such words stored in her brain, and was using them.

-He's a lowlife, a fucking disgrace! How dare you hurt my brother, you bastard!-she screamed, trying to escape her brother's grip and rightfully pound the man's face into the floor.

-Calm down! I don't understand anything!

Jazz took deep breaths, her eyes never leaving those of the surprised and apparently confused middle-aged man. Narrowing her eyes, she sent her best murderous glare, forgetting altogether how uncharacteristic it was of her to lose control like that.

-I know what you did-she growled, looking at the man with despise-, and you're not going to get away with it. You won't get away with abusing my brother, you filthy waste of space.

-Wait-Danny said, pushing Jazz at arm length to look at her, surprised-. What? Abusing?

Her eyes turned to her brother's, and instantly softened with concern.

-Danny, I know you think he loves you, but what he did to you is something that no one who really loved you would ever do and –

-Wait, wait. What he "did to me"?

-Yes, Danny-she said and, at her brother's baffled look, added in a whisper, voice dripping with poison-. Raping you!

Silence fell over the house, and Danny's eyes finally filled with understanding, his mouth curving into a silent 'oh'. Then, and to his sister's confusion, he blushed fiercely, mouth turning into a grimace of embarrassment. Seeing this, Jazz's brain quickly went overdrive.

-No, no, Danny! There's no reason for you to feel shame! He should be ashamed for betraying your trust like that and usin–!

-Jazz, stop-her brother interrupted, looking anywhere but at her-. It's not...It's not what you think.

-Danny, I know what I heard and I can assure you that–

-It was role-play-Danny blurted out, and the silence returned.

Jazz's mind went blank once again, and she stared numbly at her brother, who looked at the sofa as if it was the most interesting thing in the world, face red to the ears. Finally, the meaning of his words hit home, and she felt her mind crashing like a car against a wall.

-Oh.

Vlad wants to laugh so badly.

BTW, rape fantasies are normal, and the concept of Danny and Vlad using it for role-play was too good to pass. Even if Jazz got the wrong idea. (Oh, and domestic violence isn't nice. Not at all. It's a serious issue and it's always good to know what it entails. There are subtler but as harmful ways of abuse, after all.)

PS: At first Jazz was going to be a lot more controlled and clinical...but then protective-older-sister mode kicked in, and well...now I'm not sure if I made her OOC or not, given her overprotective nature as well as her usually rational approach...Any thoughts?