Another special thanks to my co-author...da-da-dum! Diana! I enjoyed writing this chapter, and it's definitely my favorite so far! I really think Diana enjoyed it too, which is good. What I like best about this one is that I feel like you can sense both of our writing styles in it.\

I do not own Danny Phantom! Plot is owned by Diana and I.

Chapter 2

Dan, Danny, and Dan

Danny landed on the doorsteps of his home full of fatigue. He put his hand to his head again as he changed back to a human. He didn't notice the sun beginning to set behind his home and the smell of pizza lingering in the air. He just wanted to go to bed and hope this stupid headache would go away. He opened his door, lowering his hand away from his head as he walked inside. Hoping nobody would see him, he started to walk towards the stairs when he flinched at the sound of the floor creaking beneath his feet. He clenched his teeth as he heard his parents approach him.
"Danny, why are you so late? You know you're supposed to come home immediately when we have guests!" his mother scolded him from behind. When Maddie saw that Danny was dazed, she walked away.
Danny relaxed as he watched his mother leave. He would not have to think of an excuse this time. Danny soon got an unsettling feeling when he looked to the side to see Mr. Motnahp at the table with Jazz eating pizza. Mr. Motnahp smiled with a wave. Danny gave an unpleasing frown back with narrowed brows. He looked at Jazz, who gave an angry scowl at him.
"That's low, Danny; even for you," she sneered.
"I didn't do anything!" Danny protested, throwing his arms out in front of him.
"That's what most people do when they skip school and detention," Dan murmured under his breath, looking away from them.
"You what?!" Maddie exclaimed in shock. Her son was a hero! How could he do this? What about the children who looked up to him; what would they think?
"I was-" Danny shouted in protest only to cut himself off, realizing that shouting wouldn't soothe his headache, "flying around town," he finished in shame.
"We can't stay mad at him, Maddie," Jack reassured his wife, putting his large hand on her shoulder. "He probably did catch some ghosts in his flight, right Danny?" he boasted.
"Actually my thermos is in my locker…" Danny confessed with a guilty smile. His father lowered his eyebrows in annoyance.
"Okay; now I'm mad," Jack stated in irritation. Danny tried not to cringe as the headache pounded in his head.
"At least he's being honest," Jazz supported her brother. "He's probably starving." Dan took a bite out of a slice of pizza.
"We're going to have a talk with you after dinner," Maddie scolded her son. Danny clenched his teeth, both in fear of the talk and the pain of the headache.
He walked with his parents to the table and sat down in his casual spot with a paper plate on it. His headache worsened as he sniffed the plastic-like smell of the cheese on the pizza. He grabbed a slice out of the box and plopped it down on his plate. He grabbed a fork, which was for some odd reason next to his plate and he started to play with his pizza. He stabbed it lightly several times and started to twirl the cheese as he began to space-out, his hand on his head.
"Danny, are you feeling alright?" Jazz asked with concern. She was looking down at her brother. Danny looked at her with his blue eyes.
"Yeah; why?" he mumbled with his hand still on his fork.
Jazz looked down at his pizza. He lifted his head and put his hand down as he looked at it. The cheese of the pizza was twisted and deformed into a tower on top of the bread. The sauce was gone; either formed into the cheese or down in the stab marks he had made with his fork. He lifted his fork and the cheese tower plopped down onto the rest of the pizza. It flung some grease and sauce at Jazz and Danny. The Ghost Boy wiped it off his face and gave a faint smile; the first one since his headache had started. His sister, the grease and sauce staining her shirt, stared at him disapprovingly. He gave a small laugh when he looked at her. The smile soon faded as she looked angrier by the second. Could grease and sauce burn off of a person?
"It's not funny, Danny," Jazz reproached him.
"I don't have any psychological issues, Jazz!" Danny bawled, already knowing her response.
"What's wrong with you today?!" Jazz hollered unhappily with her brother's string of emotions; most of which involved anger and shouting.
Danny couldn't help but accidentally wince when she shouted at him; his headache went from pounding to thrashing. Jazz immediately noticed something was wrong with him. Where was the witty banter he usually did and the large amount of pizza he usually consumed? She leaned over and looked at him more carefully. He was a bit more pale than he usually was, and he wasn't eating.
"Aren't you hungry?" Jazz asked in confusion.
Danny fought the temptation to bring his hand to his head and hold it to make sure the world wouldn't start spinning. He looked at the pizza and pushed it away.
"I'm not hungry," he said after a short pause before drawing his hand back and staring at it. He drew his attention to Mr. Motnahp and looked at him, trying to figure him out. He was on his third slice, and Danny wasn't sure if the gym teacher was uncomfortable or not. The tension started to build as quiet broke them and Jazz started to try to figure out what was wrong with her brother.
"Are you feeling alright? You look pale…" she began.
"I feel fine!" he screeched, raising his voice in annoyance. The quiet came over them for another 30 seconds until Jazz broke it again.
"Are you sure?" she questioned, double-checking.
"I'm sure!" Danny growled, raising his voice.
"Why do you have such a short-temper right now?" Jazz asked, a bit upset now with the frustration towards her brother.
"JAZZ! I'M NOT SICK AND I'M NOT INSANE!" he screamed, full of rage in annoyance as he looked at his sister with an angry glare. His eyes flashed from blue to green as he looked at her.
Jack rushed into the room at the worst possible moment. "We've always wanted to experiment with this!" he cheered, putting a helmet on top of Danny's head. He looked up at it and it only added to his frustration. It looked like the mood helmet Tucker had except without the visor. "This bar thing shows us the mood of the ghost we've captured," Jack began in excitement, pointing to a spot on the helmet.
"We've always wanted to figure out if a ghost's mood affects the heat of a ghost," Maddie explained, sticking a digitalized thermometer in Danny's mouth. He clenched his teeth in anger and narrowed his eyes.
"Umm…guys?" Jazz tried to speak up for her brother. His eyes still glowed a bright green in anger.
"Hey, Maddie, look!" Jack exclaimed, pointing to the mood bar. "He's mad! What's his temperature?"
Maddie bent over to look at the thermometer. She smiled.
"102! It works!" she squealed with excitement. Dan watched them with a very confused look with a parted mouth and a cocked eyebrow from the other room.
"Doesn't Danny have an ice core?" Jazz asked worryingly.
"Why?" Her mother smiled cheerfully at the thought that their experiment was a success.
"Mom, Dad-your experiment would have worked if Danny had a heat core, but he doesn't. He has an ice core, which means he has a fever," she pointed out, putting a hand on Danny's forehead.
He couldn't take it anymore. He smacked Jazz's hand off his head and spit the thermometer out. He grabbed the helmet off and slammed it on the table with a thud.
"I'm tired of these stupid experiments!" he protested in rage. He shot an infuriated glance at Jazz. "And I'm sick of you being over-protective!" he scolded, his eyes glowing brighter.
Jazz took her hand back and looked at the ground in depression from being rejected by her own brother. After a moment, Danny's eyes went back to blue as he realized the damage he had done. He knew his parents didn't care; they'd continue the experiments, but he didn't mean to get so mad at Jazz.
"I'm sorry, Jazz," he said in dismay, turning his eyes away and looking at the floor himself.
She looked over at him, noticing how vulnerable he was right now. He wasn't mad anymore, which was good. She knew she couldn't stay mad at him, and he couldn't stay mad at her. Mom and Dad; well, that was a different story. She leaned over and gave him a hug. He gave a small smile that quickly went away when the headache thrashed even harder in his skull.
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked with concern in her voice as she pulled away and looked at him. His face looked like it had been drained of its color.
"Yeah; I'm fine," Danny reassured. His eyes caught something on Mr. Matnohp's black pants. It was the little purple clip thing. "Mr. Motnahp, can I ask you a question?"
"Well, that technically already is a question, Daniel," Dan stated.
"It's Danny," Danny corrected, saying what he preferred to be called. "What is that thing clipped onto your pants?" he pointed out, ignoring Dan's statement.
"Oh, this thing?" Dan asked, holding out the purple thing. "It's a pedometer I built-why?"
As soon as he got a closer look at it, Danny realized what it was, and whose it was. A mischievous smile spread across his face.
"Can it keep track of time?" Danny asked.
"Absolutely," Mr. Motnahp confirmed with a confident smile. Danny's grin grew wider.
"What else can it do?"
"More than you can imagine," he replied a bit darkly as if hinting something.
"That's what I had hoped you'd say," Danny smirked happily. Quickly realizing his mistake, Dan got up. He needed some destruction soon.
"If you'd excuse me for a moment… I have to use the restroom," he announced to everyone before leaving.
As soon as he left, Jazz immediately put her hand on Danny's head again to feel his temperature. He quickly smacked it away again and gave her a frown.
"I'm fine," he restated with no emotion.
"I think we need to discuss you skipping school," Maddie reprimanded with growing anger.
"Can we talk about this later?" Danny asked sincerely as he leaned back in his chair with arms crossed. He tried to fix his focus onto something as his world started to spin again. Why won't this headache go away?
"Not feeling so good, huh?" Jazz asked, knowing she was right.
"I'm fine," Danny muttered under his breath.
"Prove it," Jazz challenged with confidence.
"How?" he asked, giving her a confused look.
She eyed the pizza signaling him to eat it. He let out a sigh as he grabbed the slice.
"And you aren't allowed to smooth the cheese back down." She smirked.
He looked at his piece of pizza, which strongly resembled modern art at this point, and took a bite of the dough. He tore it off and slowly chewed it. Jazz hated to torture her brother like this, but he was too stubborn to admit anything. He deserved it. He swallowed the first bite and gave a disgusted shiver.
"Jazz…" he looked at his older sister with a look that resembled a whimpering puppy. "It tastes worse than burnt toast."
Jazz tried not to look sympathetic towards her brother.
"I'm sorry, but if you want to prove it, than you have to eat all of it." She stayed strong, lifting up her chin.
He looked back at the pizza and gave a sigh before taking another bite. He was finished in 6 minutes; the longest he'd ever taken to eat a slice of pizza. He soon felt his headache worsen. Like he had changed from Fenton to Phantom; it changed from headache to migraine quickly. He clenched the edge of his seat to steady himself as his world continued to spin.
"Happy?" he retorted weakly.
"Are you…" Jazz hesitated before saying it again, "are you okay?"
Danny hated dishing out on his sister-he honestly did. But sometimes, her over-protectiveness gets way out of hand, which Danny usually just walks away from her or tells her off. But with his migraine starting to pain him increasingly, he couldn't help but shout.
"I'M FINE! WILL YOU STOP FUSSING OVER ME? I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE, JAZZ! YOU'RE NOT HELPING ME RIGHT NOW!" Danny roared in annoyance.
Jazz apparently got a bit upset over this too. She narrowed her eyes and got a little wrathful.
"Well then, what am I supposed to be helping you with!?" Jazz asked defiantly. It was about time he was telling them what was wrong. His eyes widened in shock as he realized he just told them something was wrong in a way. His eyebrows were crossed yet again as he became angry with himself and his family. Especially Jazz.
"I'm going to my room," he seethed as he got up and stormed up the stairs. It was a miracle he didn't run into anything or wobble to show them something was wrong.
"Danny?" Jazz shouted in concern when her brother took off. He ignored her.

He closed the door behind him, accidentally slamming it. He winced at the loud sound and gripped his head as he was safe in his room. He quickly fell down on his bed and looked up at his ceiling, which was also spinning; thanks to his migraine. His breathing quickened.
'Just focus on breathing,' he told himself as he tried to do so. He gave a small grunt as the pain increased. He closed his eyes, trying to stop looking at the swirling mess above him. The thought hit him like a brick-he released all his anger at Jazz. He regretted it; she was only trying to help him. He didn't mean for that to happen. Maybe he was coming down with something… Maybe he should tell her-but how? Jazz, I'm stupid, you're right; I'm not feeling good, I'm sorry can I have a hug? Actually, that wasn't too shabby. Maybe he would go apologize right now.
'Okay, I'm getting up now,' he thought to himself. He didn't budge.
"Hello, Daniel," a voice said from the end of his bed. Danny's eyes flew open and he quickly sat erect to see the owner of it-Dan Phantom.
"Phantom!" He muttered before two circles appeared morphing him into Danny Phantom.
"I'm more than that now." He smiled crookedly. He held up the same machine that Mr. Motnahp had. "Now, I'm the Master of all Time!" he rasped.
"Please," Danny said with a roll of his eyes, "you should've been out of that a long time ago."
Dan quickly zapped him four times with green ectoplasm, pinning him to his bedroom wall.
"Let me go!" Danny struggled.
"Now, why would I want to do that?" Dan chuckled evilly.
"You're Mr. Motnahp, aren't you?" Danny asked in his struggle.
"You mean the under-paid, devilishly handsome, new gym teacher at your school?" Dan asked, ripping Danny off like a Band-Aid and holding him up off the ground with one hand, "Of course not!"
"Wait-what?" Danny asked as Dan threw him across the room and he hit his head with a bang.

Mr. Motnahp walked into the kitchen and looked at his wrist.
"It's getting late, I should probably get going." Mr. Motnahp commented, looking at them, "Where's Danny?"
"He left after a fight with Jazz. Would you like us to show you out?" Maddie asked.
"Uh…sure…" Mr. Motnahp said, a bit uncomfortable. They all got up and walked calmly to the door.
"I'll see you at school then, right?" Jazz asked him. Mr. Motnahp looked at her and gave her a too confident smile.
"Yes, I'll see you there," he said before walking out the door.
"You know what? He looks a bit like Danny," Maddie remarked after a good look at him.
"Speaking of Danny; where the ghost is he anyways?" Jack asked, being forgetful.
"He's in his room," Jazz answered, a bit annoyed. They heard a large bang and something break coming from Danny's room.
"Stop moving!" they heard Danny shout in his room.
"What is he doing in there?" Jazz asked. She grabbed the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick and started upstairs. "I'm going to go check it out."

Dan zapped Danny again, cornering the Ghost Boy for once. Danny looked around. His room was a mess! There was a large bash in the wall where he hit his head, his dresser had caved in on itself when he had been thrown into it, the window was smashed when he had been thrown out of it, there was a hole in the ceiling from when he had accidentally shot it, there were a lot of holes in random spots where he had missed actually, and several other broken things. As he looked around, his migraine worsened as he thought of how the heck he was going to clean this mess up. The room started to spin again.
"So, how shall we get rid of you, Danny?" Dan asked him, giving him the choice of his destruction. He lifted his hand in a fist, about to knock Danny Phantom away. "Your time is up, Danny." His hand started to glow green as an evil smile spread across his face.
"Danny, I'm coming in," they both heard Jazz call up. Dan stopped what he was doing and his hand stopped glowing as he put it down.
"Jazz!" he exclaimed in shock. He looked down at Danny, wondering what to do with him when a smile formed on his face. "I know just how to end you, even if it's only temporarily." He grabbed Danny by the collar and threw the boy onto his bed where he changed back into a human. "The Ghost Flu will should keep you away from me until I'm done destroying your world. Goodbye, Fenton."
"Danny? I'm coming in now," she informed her brother.
"Crap, my room!" Danny freaked as he looked around. The only thing not trashed was his bed. As his eyes darted to the door, which was now slowly creaking open, Danny freaked and turned invisible, hoping she wouldn't see him.
She came inside and gasped at his room. It looked worse than when he had his first fight with Skulker!
"Danny, where are you?" Jazz asked in disbelief, looking for her little brother. She soon caught his impression on the bed and tapped the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick in her hand. "Oh, I wonder where my little brother is."
"Uh-oh, this can't be good." Danny whispered silently under his breath.
Jazz raised the bat and beat the bed where Danny was. For some reason or another, he was still tangible, so the bat hit him in the back. Danny screamed shortly in bed before rolling off onto the floor.
"Shit! Jazz that hurt!" he shouted at her.
"Sorry…" she said in a bit of disappointment.
He sat up and looked at her.
"It's alright, I'm sorry for yelling at you earlier," Danny apologized.
"I knew that," she crowed in pride. She held out her hand, helping him up. "So what did you do with your room? Mom and Dad aren't going to be happy about this, Danny."
"I know," he confessed, "I had a fight with Dan Phantom."
"Dan? Didn't you say that he was your greatest enemy or something along those lines?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah, can you guys help?" Danny smiled.
"Why wouldn't we? We're Fentons, and Fentons stick together no matter what, right?"
"Right," Danny responded weakly as his world began to spin again and his headache worsened.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Jazz checked. Danny shook his head turning his world right side up again.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Danny reassured her as they went downstairs to explain this mess to their parents.

Danny's parents stared blankly at him and Jazz as they obviously didn't catch much of what the two had said-or at least Jack didn't. Danny only left out a few details.
"So can you guys help me out, anyway?" Danny asked with empty hope. Jack stared at him a bit confused, pretending like he was in deep thought and his mother was the only one (besides Jazz) that seemed to have understood.
"Well, what do you want us to do, honey?" his mother asked. He shrugged in response. He really needed to sit down; that battle drained him and he'd been feeling a bit woozy ever since he ate that slice of pizza.
"So, anything would be good?" she asked him.
"Y-yeah," he stammered softly.
"Danny, are you feeling alright?" Jazz asked. She was standing next to him and looking slightly down at him.
"Yeah-why?" he responded. She looked down at his arm. He followed her gaze to see a gash down his right arm. Why hadn't he noticed this before? Oh right; the migraine. "Uh…I'm going to go…fix this…" he stammered looking at his arm before taking off to the kitchen.
"Wait, does helping Danny involve a ghost, as in-a ghost we can beat?" Jack asked with growing excitement.
"Yeah…" Jazz said with uncertainty.
"Then I am totally into this!" Jack shouted, jumping up and down.
"MOM, JAZZ, WHERE ARE THE BIG BAND-AIDS?" Danny shrieked.
"Your father should have put them back in there, sweetie," Maddie called to her son, pointing.
"I MEANT: DO WE HAVE ANYMORE OF THE REALLY, REALLY BIG ONES?" Danny asked.
"Danny, you-" Jazz was cut off by her brother.
"IT'S STILL BLEEDING, JAZZ! I NEED A REALLY BIG BAND-AID!" Danny screamed at his sister.
Jazz rolled her eyes and walked into the kitchen to see Danny flustered with the first aid kit. He was leaned against the counter with a pile of bloody paper towels to his right. He held several wet paper towels on his forearm where the gash was and he looked through the first aid kit with his left foot. She walked over to him.
"Let me see it," she commanded, seizing his arm. "Ummm…Mom can you come over here and tell us if this needs stitches?"
"It isn't that bad!" Danny retorted.
"It is that bad, Danny," Jazz told him, studying the wound. It was a gash that cut straight across his entire forearm. She started to wash away the rest of the blood. Danny winced.
"Let me see this-it couldn't be that bad if he didn't notice it," Maddie said, walking over to her children. Jazz showed her Danny's gash. "Then again, I could be wrong."
"It's fine," Danny reassured.
"Danny, it's not fine and we're looking at it," Jazz grumbled in disbelief. How could her brother be so persistent?
"Jazz, I have ghost powers, which means I heal abnormally faster than other people. I'm fine," Danny explained.
"You sure?" Jazz inquired.
"Just put some Band-Aid's on it and I'll be fine," Danny reassured.
"We don't have Band-Aid's big enough for that," Maddie pointed out. She took Danny's foot out of the first-aid kit and picked it up, filing threw its contents. She pulled out a white roll of bandages, cotton balls, and some rubbing alcohol. She put some of the alcohol on the cotton ball and started patting his wound. He winced immediately as she touched it. The smell of the alcohol didn't really help his migraine.
"It'll only hurt for a moment," Maddie soothed. After a good five minutes of patting him with the cotton ball, she took the white bandages back out and started wrapping them around his forearm. "There- finished."
"Thanks," Danny mumbled.
"Well, then, let's go to the lab and see what we can do to help you defeat that Dan," Maddie said. Danny smiled as his dad ran to the lab like a kid chasing the ice cream truck. He followed his mother and sister to the lab, where Jack was already working on something.
"I was thinking we could build another exo-suit, except this time, it won't drain his power. And it's also synchronized with his ghost powers as well. And we could make it have all the old weapons so he can blast that filthy ghost back into the Ghost Zone," he said, pounding his fist.
"Actually, Dad, we can't put him in the Ghost Zone. We have to keep him trapped in the Thermos," Danny explained.
Jack pretended he didn't hear that and continued to blab.
After a good 30 minutes, they had a pant leg done for the exo-suit, and Danny guessed it would take at least a week to finish the pants. Danny offered to help several times, but his parents (and his sister) declined his help because of his forearm. As Danny watched them start the next foot and Jazz took a break, Danny started to feel the room spin again. He saw multiples of his parents and sister as his migraine became a sharper pain. He felt his legs start to wobble and he put his hand on a table for support. He lifted his other hand to his head. Jazz looked over to her brother and immediately became concerned.
"Danny-" she fussed as her turquoise eyes began to fill with concern. Danny's legs were shaking and he didn't look too good.
"I'm fine," he seethed. When he decided he was feeling better, he took his hand off the table and he immediately fell to his knees. He kept his right arm on the cold lab ground while he kept his left on his head.
"Danny!" Jazz exclaimed. She rushed over to her younger brother, who looked like he was in a serious amount of pain. Their parents dropped everything that they were doing and rushed over to Danny.
"Danny, are you alright?" Maddie asked him.
"I'm f-fine," he stammered before looking up. Everything seemed to be going so fast. He was still seeing multiples of his parents and sister. "How come you guys know how to duplicate?"
"Danny, can you walk?" Maddie asked him in a serious and concerned tone.
"Y-yeah, I think so," he faltered, trying to get up. When he did, he immediately fell again. With a quick reaction, Jazz caught him on his fall.
"Jack, take Danny up to his room," Maddie commanded her husband.
Jack took Danny from Jazz without protesting. He took him in his arms and walked upstairs towards Danny's room.

He opened one of his closed eyes to a squint as they ascended the stairs to see who was in front of him. His hand was still on his head as he thought he felt it throb. The pounding in his head made it feel like it would burst through his skull at any second. His mother was probably behind him, but he didn't want to look behind. He looked forward again to see how much longer it would take. He saw a long staircase, like the kind in front of a sensei's home on top of a mountain. He closed his eyes again when the height made his headache start to sting. He groaned when the pain in his head wouldn't leave when his eyes closed. He felt a cool hand on his forehead next to his father. His mother must've been beside him this whole time, or Jazz was back. He didn't feel like looking or shrugging away from it. He didn't really care right now. He tried to squirm away when he heard murmuring above him. The hand seemed to have left his forehead.
"What happened to his room?!" Jack exclaimed as he walked in.
"I told you guys; he had a fight in here with Dan Phantom," Jazz explained again.
Danny seemed to shiver a little and move a bit at the mention of Dan's name. Maddie walked over to the broken bed stand and picked something up. It was a small black scrap of Danny's Phantom suit. She moved back the mask to look at it a bit better when she looked at the other side of it. There was a bit of green ectoplasm on it, or better known as ghost blood. It must've been Danny's. Jack walked over to Danny's bed and laid him down. It was the only thing in the room that didn't seem broken.
"What is his temperature, Jazz?" Maddie asked, looking down at Danny. He looked so small and helpless, but they all knew he was more than that.
"He's really hot-I think he's a bit delusional right now," Jazz informed, walking over and looking at him on the other side of her parents.
He was starting to squirm a bit, like he was trying to get away from something. His hand was still on his head. Was there something wrong with it they didn't know? Their mom bent over and put a hand to his forehead, her hazmat suit feeling smooth and cold against his skin.
Another hand touched his forehead-a different one obviously, since it was smoother. He didn't want to open his eyes, though. He didn't want to see the room start to spin again. The mumbling brought his curiosity to surface and he squinted through one eye. No spinning yet, but a new wave of confusion swept over him. Weren't they just on the Stairs of No End? He opened both eyes and looked to the side, putting his hand down. He was looking up at his mother, her mask was down and her hand was on his forehead. He looked around the room a bit more as he lifted an eyebrow in his confusion.
"…how did we get in my room?" he asked in confusion. He tried his best to prop himself up.
"You almost passed out in the lab," Jazz explained. He held his head again without thinking as the room began to slowly deform again.
"I know that, but how did we get from the stairs to my room?" Danny asked, knowing he sounded crazy.
"Dad carried you," Jazz tried to explain. After a long pause, "Are you sure you're okay?" Jazz asked him.
"Yes, I'm fine," Danny snapped at her, slumping back down. She backed away, a bit taken back. Maddie looked at her with sincerity.
"He's a little cranky from the fever," she explained.
"Fever?" Danny repeated in confusion. He held his hand closer to his head as he felt the room spin a bit faster. "I don't have a fever."
"Danny, if I can feel it through this suit than you definitely have a fever," Maddie contradicted her son. He didn't decide to bite back.
She took his hand off his head and looked at the spot where his hand was. She felt over it and gave a confused look. There was a bump on it. Maybe he had a concussion?
"I don't have a fever," Danny mumbled stubbornly.
"Yes, you do!" she raised her voice a bit at him. He winced instantly and put his other hand to his head. She asked softer with concern, "What's wrong with your head?"
"Nothing-my head is fine," he grumbled in annoyance. He closed his eyes so he wouldn't see the room anymore.
"Do you have a concussion?" his mother asked.
"No! I'm fine," Danny argued back.
"No you're not, Danny. You've been acting weird ever since you came home," Jazz badgered, joining the debate. "What's up?"
Danny opened his eyes again. Why won't the room stop spinning?
"Nothing's up, I'm fine!" Danny shouted at her.
"Well what if I raised my voice like this?!" Jazz shouted back at him.
"JAZZ, SHUT UP!" Danny yelled at her as he clenched his head in pain.
"WHY? YOU'VE BEEN YELLING AT US ALL DAY!" Jazz shouted at him.
"JAZZ, I'VE HAD THIS STUPID MIGRAINE ALL DAY LONG SO JUST SHUT UP!" Danny shouted at her as his migraine seemed to tighten around his head.
"Thank you for finally telling us what was wrong. That wasn't so hard now, was it?" Jazz softened her voice, gloating in pride.
Danny opened his mouth in protest only to realize that he had just said what she wanted and just gave her a sour look. His mother put his hand down and put her hand on his forehead.
"Jack, go get the Fenton Thermometer," Maddie ordered. Jack nodded and loped downstairs.
"Danny, how long have you had this migraine?" Maddie asked him.
"I don't know." He rolled his eyes at her. "Since I left the school?" he guessed. Everything did start to spin when he was flying.
"How do things…look?" she asked, trying not to sound crazy. She put her hand down.
"Look?" he asked in confusion.
"Well, you were seeing multiples of us down in the lab, anything else look weird?" she asked in full honesty.
"Without the rooms spinning all day and everything looking deformed? Perfectly fine," he muttered sarcastically.
"I'm back!" Jack shouted obnoxiously, galloping into the room. Danny winced.
"Jack, try not to shout," Maddie scolded him.
"Sorry," Jack apologized a bit quieter, handing the thermometer to Maddie.
"Thanks dear." She put the thermometer in Danny's mouth. He stared at it in a bit of confusion and seemed to pucker his lips around it. She looked at the thermometer. It read 10. "Is this thing dysfunctional?"
"Well, I guess I'm not sick. Oh well." He smiled and Maddie took the thermometer out, studying the ice on the end of the thermometer.
"I'm surprised it didn't melt in his mouth," Jazz remarked at the ice. Danny shot her a look.
"It's getting late," Maddie remarked, looking out the window and holes in the wall. "We better leave Danny alone so he can rest," she said, walking out before Jazz could protest. Jazz quickly followed.
"Good night, little brother," she said before switching the light off and closing the door behind her. Danny sighed as he looked at the door and closed his eyes, drifting quickly to sleep.

I remember Diana complaining (or telling me) about how long it was. I hope you guys don't mind that, I'm just really used to writing 25 pages in two days for a chapter. So if you think this was long, I spared you. I honestly hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I do! I'm honestly starting to hate Chapter 3 (I'm only two pages in and already stuck on something -_-). Tell me what you think about it, reviews are appreciated and I shall respond!

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