A lot of you were wondering where Maddie and Jazz were. That shall be explained along with a cute little meeting between two very familiar people.

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3. Forget-Me-Nots

Danny lifted his head up from Jack's cold, lifeless body and blinked. His neck was stiff from keeping it there for the last hour-and-a-half, and he hadn't seen his mother or new sister. There was something strange about the house, but he couldn't really place his finger on it. Like there should be some other people walking around, but he could not imagine who.

He stood up and looked over at the bed. No one was there. He cocked his head and waddled out, picking up another smell. This one was worse than the first- it wasn't from anyone dead. More like someone that was alive and doi9ng something that wasn't exactly the most pleasant thing to think about. As he walked further down the hallway, the scent once again got stronger. He found himself at the bathroom, the door closed. Danny heard a woman crying and making strange noises. "Hello?" he called, knocking.

The door opened and revealed a tear-streaked Madeline Fenton, holding her stomach and wearing merely a bathrobe. The room smelled sickeningly of corn beef hash, the dinner the woman had prepared last night. Danny's nose wrinkled at the smell, tears coming to his eyes. Maddie's heart tore for the child- somehow, she knew that he found him on the floor. "Danny, did you…"

"Daddy's dead," he finally burst out, his tears now spilling out onto the floor. "I found him in your room and…"

He couldn't finish. Maddie dashed back to the toilet and began to throw up once again. She didn't want to hear those words. 'Daddy's dead.' Who would want Jack dead? He was the sweetest thing in the whole city. Sure, he was bumbling at some points and could try her patience, but he truly was a hero to one and all. Whenever the ghosts came around, he would protect them all with anything that came to mind. Even if it did have the word Fenton in it.

Danny walked in a little, despite his best wishes to stay out. "Mom?"

She waved a hand. Danny figured it meant to leave the room. He blinked and tried to figure out where his sister might be. Her room, perhaps? But where would that be? He walked further down the hallways and opened every door to every room. Nope. He checked in another one. A closet. Nothing. Danny opened another door. Broom and coat closet. Two storage areas next to each other? That was weird.

This door sounded like it had noise behind it. A girl crying. Danny opened it and saw his sister face down in the pillow, shaking visibly. Her hair was partly over the bed as she sobbed loudly. Jazz wore a blue nightdress with green ghosts on it. Jack had made it for her (unwillingly), and she refused to take it off, for fear of maybe forgetting her father. Danny walked in quietly and put his hand on her bed. "Jazz?" he asked quietly.

"What is it, Danny?" her voice came out, muffled from the pillow. "And I don't want to hear those words."

"Daddy's dead."

"NO!" she screamed, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Daddy is NOT dead! I will never believe that sort of thing! I'm not going to believe it. Why can't he just get up, go back to work? He's alive, Danny! I know he is!"

Danny blinked. "He's dead, Jazz."

She shook her head vigorously, her voice cracking. "He's not dead. He's not dead. He's not…"

He could only stand there, the tears silently rolling down his cheeks. He hadn't even known him for a whole day, and already, he felt like some vital part of his life was torn out of him. But why? He had a real daddy. In his real home. Right?

-Archangel-

"…and he will live in our hearts forever."

Silence hung in the air during the ceremony like a rain cloud. Not much could be said about this loss. A great deal of people had come to show their support for the man who helped the city become what it was supposed to be, not what Vlad Masters made it. Danny looked around, seeing a great deal of people crying, blowing their noses with tissues. There was one girl in particular, who hugged up against her mom and wearing a black dress. Another child, a boy, wore a black suit and a beanie- red, to be exact. As he looked around some more, he saw another familiar face- the grieving look on Vlad Masters' face. It didn't seem sad, though. More like a disguised sort of gleeful.

The group got up and walked over to a casket holding Jack's body in it. Maddie picked up Danny so he could see inside. He looked so peaceful, various objects and other Fenton product stacked next to each other. She sniffed and was led to the side of the hole by another man. He appeared to be in his late twenties as well. His daughter was African American, like the boy he had seen before, her hair black and wavy, eyes a light blue.

The coffin began to go down slowly as the man placed his arm around Maddie's shoulder. Danny sucked his thumb sadly. This was a sad day in the life of Amity Park, even for him. He lost his only daddy. He looked around and saw Jazz clutching her mother as if she could possibly die next. It continued its descent into the ground. Vlad blinked back some tears. No one knew for sure if he was doing it for sadness at the loss of a friend, or happiness at the loss of an enemy. It couldn't ever be determined what the man was thinking. There was always something on his mind, and no one ever knew what. Was it another move to take out the city? Another business to gain more money?

The dirt began to fill the spots in the grave as people slowly began to walk away. Maddie set Danny down carefully and stood, watching the remnants of her husband be buried deeper along with his secret of his son with him. Now she would have to carry the lone idea of Danny falling from the sky. Would it help her or hurt her in the future?

-Archangel-

It was several hours after the funeral, but Danny sat at the grave, staring at the tombstone sitting on top of his father's casket. It read:

Here lies Jack Fenton.
A wonderful father, an honest worker, and a true hero.
January 12, 1972- June 15, 1997

"Are you going to be okay out here?"

He looked up, his eyes red with tears. The young girl he had seen at the funeral was standing behind him. Now that she was closer than the two rows away that he had been at the service, he got to see her a lot closer. She had long black hair and purple eyes, still wearing the black dress from the last time her saw her. She wore a confused smile and moved closer to him. He blinked. "You're the girl from the funeral."

She nodded and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry about your father, um…"

"Danny," he said. Danny. It was the first time he had ever said his name aloud. It sounded cool. Like a popular name.

"Danny," she repeated. "Do you know how he died?"

He shook his head and stared at the stone again. "I don't know if I'll ever know," he replied. "It seemed so weird to see everyone crying at home, even me. I didn't even know him for a whole day…" His voice trailed off when he saw the girl's look of confusion. "Never mind," he mumbled.

She cocked her head and sat down next to him, holding two flowers. She put one on top of the grave and sighed. Danny glanced over at her. "What's your name?"

"It's Sam. Sam Manson," she replied, still not taking her eyes off the flower. "My parents knew your mom and dad for a long time." She looked over at his downward gaze. "They said you came from an orphanage."

He nodded. "It's a long story. Who were those other kids at the thing today?" he asked, changing the subject.

Sam's eyes brightened slightly. "The other girl's name is Valerie Gray. Her dad was comforting your mom at the lowering of the casket thingy. And the other boy is Tucker Foley. He's a little weird- always plays video games."

Danny laughed a little and glanced at the flower. "What kind of flower is that?"

She looked at the one in her hand and the one on the grave. "It's called a forget-me-not. They say if you put one on top of the place where a dead person is, you'll never forget those times you had with them, no matter what the incident." She gave Danny the other one. "I wanted to know if you would remember me somehow, so I gave you a flower. You're kinda, um…"

He cocked his head in a confused manner. "Kinda what?"

"Cute," she mumbled. "I like you a little. You're soft spoken."

Danny smiled. "I like you, too. You're pretty." He handed her back the flower. "Here's a flower for you."

She giggled slightly. "Well, we could be friends."

He nodded slightly. "Do you like Vlad?"

Sam scowled. "He's mean, rude to all of us, and I don't think he likes anyone but himself. No, I don't like him. Neither does anyone else."

"That's true," he said. "He's not very nice at all."

The two of them sat together, staring up at the night sky and wondering about who could kill such a loving man Jack Fenton.


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