So, i finally finished this! out of the two computers in my house, one broke. So it is really hard to get computer time. In a weekor so, when the new one comes, i will update like crazy. but, for now, i will only post every couple of days. Luckily, i can type my stories at school! During lunch, anyway. So anyhoo, READ AND REVIEW!

Disclaimer: If Danny Phantom was mine, he would be still on TV.

Chapter3

(Jazz's POV)

"Hey, that ghost punk is outside," I hear my Mother say outside my door. I sigh. Ghosts, ghosts, ghosts. That's all they think about, isn't it? I hate it, I hate ghosts! Well, except Danny, of course. And he is only half ghost, so I don't think that counts anyway. So who was the 'ghost punk' outside? My parents say all ghosts are punks, so I can't tell. Not that I really care, anyway. I'm too busy studying and covering for Danny while he fights Ghost X- err, I mean, Skulker. Mom footsteps pounded down the stairs and out the door. I heard a muffled voice come from outside my window, but I didn't pay much attention. Until I hear my brother scream.

"Danny," I whispered. I ran to the window and threw it open. "Danny?" I called down into the alleyway.

"Jazz?" I hear him say weakly. He looks up at me, his glowing green eyes filled with pain. I winced, then quickly ran outside. When I rounded the corner, I saw Danny on his knees, his face contorted with pain. It took everything I could to not run over to him.

"Mom, what are you doing?' I asked.

"just trying to get this ghost kid unconscious. But he is putting up a pretty good fight," she said, a smirk on her face. I was truly horrified. I had to stop her, but how could I do that? I couldn't expose Danny…

"Jazz…" Danny muttered softly. I glanced at him. He looked horrible. His white hair was scruffy and messy; his face had a pained expression on it. His white aura was even beginning to fade.

"Don't you dare say my daughter's name!" Mom screeched, and shocked Danny again.

"Please, mom, stop!" I yelled.

"Why, sweetie?" Mom asked, looking at me.

"Well, um..." I trailed off. I couldn't just tell her!

"Jazz, just tell her, please," Danny said. He was laying on the ground now. "it's the only way." He started to close his eyes. I stared at him.

"Tell me what?" Mom asked. I bit my lip. What should I say? That she was shocking her own son? That Danny was a half ghost? I ran over to him.

"She won't believe me," I whispered.

"Just try," he replied.

"I-I can't," I stammered. "I can't do it."

"Fine, I'll do it the hard way then," he said, then groaned. I raised an eyebrow.

"The hard way?"

"Fainting."

"Oh."

I got up and walked back to my mom, and said, "Never mind." Mom looked confused.

"So I can continue?" she asked. I took a deep breath, glanced at Danny, then said:

"Yes." Mom smiled, and time seemed to move in slow motion as her finger pushed the button again.

"No, Mom, WAIT!" Danny yelled, as the machine shocked him again.