You guys... just blew me away! I would like to give you a digital cookie for your trouble to review for me! I got so many reviews! However, I must remind you: NO DIRTY QUESTIONS! You know who you are, and I deleted your review. I don't feel comfortable writing that stuff, and you shouldn't even. My mom reads this stuff, my siblings read this stuff, and unless you want me pulled off here for good, I suggest you get your head out of the gutter.

People who are nice with their heads in a more polite place, thank you.

So. Apparently you guys like this stuff? Sweet! It's really neat; you guys are giving me little prompts. If you have an idea for a oneshot that you don't want to do, feel free to tell me! I'll do it! I need something to do this summer!

How many of you are familiar with Young Justice? Yes? No? Well, you should check it out. It's on cartoon network during DC nation on saturday and sunday. I haven't figured out the time change, so you might want to look for it yourself. It's where all the DC sidekicks get together and form their own team- including a minisuperman. He rocks. He has anger issues, but he rocks. And Jesse McCartney voices Robin! He's my fictional boyfriend. yep. You'll understand what I'm talking about if you watch the show. PM me if you want to know the details and stuff.

Anyhooo...DISCLAIMED!

Onto the story!


Artysmartie Phantom asks:

Dear Danny:

When did you first realize you had ghost powers? How did you learn to control them? What was your reaction when you first saw you had white hair and green eyes? (A/N: I'm putting all these into two one-shots. Just sayin.)


Danny woke up groggily to the sight of his two friends staring at him worriedly. His ears weren't working; he could see their mouths moving, calling his name, but he couldn't hear them over the roar in his ears- it was so loud.

And then he remembered the hot white flash of pain and he sat straight up, beginning a panic attack. Sam sprinted out of his sight for a moment, then reappeared with a paper bag. He had gone through this before.

Breathe in.

Breathe out.

He searched for his heart rate, to tell if it had calmed or not. He frowned, grabbing at his wrist.

No pulse.

Suddenly, a crackle in his ears let sound in, glorious sound, and he could hear his friend's voices overlapping each other.

"Danny, calm down-"

"It's not that bad, dude, trust me-"

"You didn't mean to-"

"You gonna hurl or something? Cause if you do-"

"It's not that bad?" He repeated what Tucker had said. He felt numb for a moment. Was he deformed? Hideous for the rest of his days? The look on their faces was pure shock, and then Sam smacked their African American friend. "What's not that bad, guys?"

"Danny-"

"I want to see myself!" He interrupted Sam, getting angry. She swallowed and handed him a mirror.

"Don't freak."

His mouth was agape as he stared at the boy in the reflection. Who was this? This couldn't be him...could it? This boy was glowing faintly, a tan coating his slender body. Pure white, almost sparkly, hair hung in front of his face, with neon green glowing eyes peeking between the bright strands. This couldn't be him. Danny opened his mouth to object, to voice his denial, when-

His hand disappeared, and the mirror fell through the air.

He scrambled backwards on his hands, letting out a yelp. The hand mirror clattered to the ground, the glass breaking.

"No..." He murmured. His voice got louder. "NO! I need to be human!"

A bright flash of light answered him, and Sam and Tucker gasped. "Danny...you're back," Sam whispered.

Picking up a shard of glass, Danny was comforted by his own reflection, his own self. He sighed in relief, then narrowed his eyes in confusion. "Wait... how did..."

"You're half ghost!" Tucker exclaimed, bouncing up and down where he sat. "You must have powers!"

Sam's eye's lit up. "Try a ghost ray!"

"How?" Danny asked, flinging his hands in the air. Suddenly, his hand glowed, and a green beam shot from his fingers through the ceiling.

The three teens covered their heads as plaster rained down on them. "That's going to need work," Sam grinned, her hair now a dusty gray.


Sam sat on Danny's bed, a notebook in hand. "Okay, we need to make a schedule."

Danny raised an eyebrow. "For what?"

The goth rolled her eyes. "Training, obviously! You're going to need some help getting those powers in shape, or else you're going to have to explain to Mr. Lancer why exactly your math homework has a giant burn in the middle of it."

Danny blushed. "Fine. What do you have so far?"

She glanced at her paper. "Two hours on Saturday, one hour on Sunday, and one hour on the weekdays." Danny opened his mouth to object, but she sent him her own version of the batglare. "You have a problem with that?"

He gulped. "No... absolutely no problem with that at all...as long as my mom has the ceiling patched up."


james phantom asks:

Danny and jazz: what would happen if Jazz was turned into a baby, and danny had to babysit her?


Danny wasn't quite sure how this had happened.

One minute, Jazz had been lecturing him on the importance of not carrying secrets. He was tuning her out, as always. Then...

Silence. He enjoyed it for a moment, before realizing something must have happened to make Jazz shut up. Slowly, he turned around.

And saw nothing.

He gaped for a moment; someone had stolen his sister from right under his nose? And then he heard a coo.

Looking down, he stepped back. A small baby- about one year old- sat at his feet, staring at him with teal eyes. A flop of silky red hair flopping between them. She giggled at his bewildered face and stuck her fingers in her mouth, drool quickly rushing down her hand.

"Ummm...hi?" Danny murmured, picking up the baby girl. She giggled again, her overly large clothes drooping on her tiny delicate frame.

"Dan-dan!" She cooed, pushing her spitty fingers into his cheek.

"Ewww..." he grumbled, whipping out his cellphone.

"Hello? Hey, you need to come over here quick... it's an emergency."

Ten Minutes Later:

Sam nearly busted a gut laughing as soon as she opened the front door. Old baby toys were strewn around the room, small jars of baby food littering the kitchen. Danny sat cross-legged in the middle of it all, furiously rocking a frowning Jazz. It was obvious she wasn't happy with her brother's performance, even though the directed glare was disabled by the bright green ghost binki in her mouth.

"Danny!" Sam chuckled, taking Jazz away from him. "What happened?"

"I don't know!" He exclaimed, getting to his feet. Sam's laughter got even louder as she noticed a large baby vomit stain in the middle of his shirt. "She was blabbering on and on about something, and whoosh! She was a baby. I didn't even see it happen."

"Well, I cwan't help twake care of her fwor long," Sam cooed her words in a baby voice as she tickled Baby Jazz under the chin. "My parents are making me go to a convention for parents and their 'rebellious child'. I can stay for about fifteen more minutes, but then I gotta split. But if we-"

She was interrupted by Danny's ghost sense, and a voice.

"Enjoying my present, little badger?" the triumphant tones were laced with sarcasm, and Danny immediately went ghost.

"Plasmius," he growled, adopting a fighting stance. "What do you want, frootloop?"

"Simply to enjoy this moment of hilarity," Chuckled Vlad, pulling out a camera. Danny's scowl became more pronounced as he shot the offending technology, and it burst into flames.

Two blocks down, Tucker put down his book, frowning. There was a disturbance in the technological universe...

"Ah, well," The older halfa smirked, dusting his hands off on his pants. "I will still always keep this mental picture close."

"How do you change her back, Vlad?" Danny demanded, pulling back a glowing fist.

"Oh, calm down, Daniel, she'll return to normal in twelve hours," Vlad laughed. "I just wanted to see this for myself- watching it on the secret cameras wasn't nearly as entertaining."

"What?" Sam asked, instantly on alert.

"Nothing!" Vlad immediately covered, flying away. "Goodbye Daniel... and don't forget to change her diaper!"

"Oh man," Danny groaned, slamming his head against the door.

"We have work to do," Giggled Sam as she handed Jazz to her older younger brother.

And yet ANOTHER ten minutes later... (This one-shot is going to have a few more line breaks, since I'm going to break down the twelve hours. I wouldn't want to bore you to death and I have other questions to answer. However, this one is one of my favorites!)

"Are you sure you remember everything?" Sam asked, handing her boyfriend the packed baby bag. The house was relatively a lot cleaner, all the toys in one corner and a crib next to the couch. Jazz was in a high chair, giggling as she slapped her spoon into a brownish- green baby mixture.

"Yea, yea, naptime at noon, lunch straight afterwards, keep the baby monitor with me at all times, and never let her out of my sight unless she's sleeping. I know! Thank you!" He grinned and kissed his girlfriend on the lips, short and sweet.

"Okay..." Sam said nervously. A car horn blared outside, making Jazz drop the spoon and goop splatter all over her face. "That's my parents...you'll call if you need me?"

"Got it!" Danny laughed. "Honestly, you're going all mother hen on me. Maybe I should go with your parents in your place... I do look pretty good in a skirt."

"No, you don't," she whispered, walking out the door. "I'll come back as soon as I can... just be good."

"No promises," He replied, shutting the door. He could see her surprised face through the glass, and then she smirked and walked to the car.

Danny sighed. He was all alone...with Jazz. He walked over to her and plunked down in the seat next to her, wiping off her dirty face.

"You done?" he asked. They had discovered that she knew questions, and some words. She could nod yes or no to simply phrased questions. They honestly weren't surprised- it was Jazz, after all.

She nodded yes. He took her bowl and spoon and placed them in the sink, running the hot water over them to get rid of the stench of peas. He walked back to her and pulled the bib off her front, exposing the dark blue jumper beneath. "What do you want to do?" he asked, lifting her out of the seat.

She waddled towards the tv and picked up a CD case, growing frustrated as it slipped from her pudgy fingers. Finally, she settled for pointing at it as he picked it up.

"'Laddy," she explained as he studied the cover. It was Disney's Aladdin- It had always been her favorite, especially when she was younger. Nowadays, she just fluffed his hair and commented on how much he looked like Aladdin.

"Okay, Jazz, we'll watch Aladdin," he smiled. In a way, it was cute how she smiled at him, four bottom teeth poking out. He popped in the movie and they started to watch as she played with her toys.

See? Told you there'd be a lot of line breaks in this thing... My sister's going to be upset with me, since I'm using her computer. Ah well.

"Jazz?" Danny called, flying around the house. He was starting to get frantic- he had heard a giggle just before she disappeared, and he hadn't heard anything since.

Except for that very moment, when a crash sounded in the upstairs hallway.

Danny phased through the stairs, arriving at the scene before the guilty party could leave. She stared at him, a 'caught' look on her face. A vase was broken at her feet. looking closer, Danny noticed a tear trickling down the one year old's cheek, and a small shard of glass stuck in her bare foot.

"Wanted genie," she sniffled, holding back wails of pain. In a split second, Danny had scooped her up, phasing them back through everything and setting her on the couch.

"Don't move, okay?" He instructed her softly. She nodded, another tear rolling down her face. She wiped it away, scowling, as he flew to get the medical supplies. As he returned, he noticed how much...older Jazz looked. She was about five or six now - apparently, she aged with the hours. It was into their sixth hour of babyfiedness.

"This'll sting a little," Danny informed her, placing a towel under her foot to catch any falling blood. Her red curls bobbed as she nodded, gripping a pillow.

As quickly as he could, the Halfa pulled out the glass and swabbed it with the cleanser, resulting in Jazz's howls of pain. He smacked a bandage on fast, and immediately cradled the ever-growing girl in his arms.

"There, there," he whispered,stroking her hair lovingly. He could see it growing; the strawberry strands being churned out of her head. They were getting longer and longer; her bones were elongating, and her baby teeth were falling out like apples from a tree. Adult teeth were peeking out of her gums.

And then she was nine.

This was the age Danny had been dreading- Jazz's hyper stage. One grain of sugar, and she would go ballistic.

"Hey Danny!" She spoke, jumping from his lap. "I'm hungry. Are you hungry? I think we should have something to eat!"

"Okay, I'll make whatever you want," Danny decided, getting up from his seat on the couch.

"No! I'll get it!" she chirped, running from the living room to the kitchen.

"Wait!" Danny lunged forward, hands outspread. He reached the kitchen...

It was too late.

She had found the sugar bowl.

Another line break because I need to cut this short so I can get to more people, and because I only have twenty more minutes of computer time. If you guys want the scene where Jazz goes ballistic, then I'll add it as a bonus after I get 75 reviews- all the more fuel to keep you guys reviewing!

Jazz woke up in her own seventeen year old body feeling extremely confused. She remembered getting zapped, becoming a baby, and growing older... but she couldn't remember anything after that. She sat up from her resting place on the couch and jumped, startled.

Everything was turned upside down, handprints in green and pink littered the walls, and the rug was partially burned off. Shreds of paper filled every crevice, every nook and cranny.

Danny was sprawled out on the floor, snoring quietly. He was covered in paint and baby food, with pieces of candy and popcorn between the layers. As she stirred, he woke up.

"Jazz!" He cried, grinning sleepily."You're back to...being you...I'm gonna go to bed." He lazily got up from the floor, the grooves of the rug leaving a red indentation on his cheek.

"Wait!" She said, still staring at the room. "What did I do?"

"Oh, heavens," Danny grumbled as he ascended the staircase. "You don't want to know."


Alright, that's all I'm gonna do for this update, I'll work on getting some more in next time. For all of you who are following my other DP story, Gone with the Wind, I'll be updating that on the weekend. See you next time, and as always, review!