What did Jazz know? His parents would never be able to cope with Danny's other side. He was shocked that Jazz could. Even if his parents did surprise him with acceptance, they would never let him go out as Danny Phantom again. They'd insist that it was too dangerous, and that he wasn't capable. No doubt they would try to keep all the ghosts out of Amity Park themselves, and within a month it would become the new ghost zone! As smart as she was, Jazz could sometimes not think things through.

A chilling sensation occurred deep in Danny's voice box. It traveled up his throat, and out of his mouth. Now Danny could see the icy blue air, emerging past his lips. HIs ghost sense. "Great," Danny moaned to himself. Just what he needed: a ghost coming when he was alone in the woods with no one to hear him scream. As far as Danny could tell, he only had one option. Furrowing his eyebrows, and readying himself, he shouted, "I'm going ghost!"

Immediately a beam of energy formed around his abdomen. After hovering there for a moment, it extended up and down his body at the same time. The energy gave Danny so much power; it felt incredible every time he phased. The light stretch up his chest, through his neck, beyond his blue eyes, and ended at the tip peak of his hair. The lower beam extended to his knees, then his ankles, and all the way to the mossy ground.

Danny knew he was completely transformed when the bursting energy ceased, and he opened his green eyes, and saw his wispy white hair waving in his face. He looked up at the sky, where Danny's ghostly instinct was leading him. Kicking off the ground, he torpedoed over the trees, and looked around. Before he had time to react, he was pushed to the ground on his stomach by a source of ectoplasm that he couldn't find.

He flipped over just in time to see a hunk of metal hurtling towards him. He went in tangible, and quickly got out of the way.

Skulker. He should have known the world-renowned ghost hunter would follow him here. He lay crumpled on the ground, where he'd just crashed.

"What are you doing here, Skulker?" Danny asked, walking towards him. Skulker got up, completely undamaged, and smiled, "Hunting you, of course." He flew towards Danny, a menacing grin on his face, but Danny way quicker. He shot ectoplasm from his hand right at the armored ghost, shooting him back by at least 10 feet. "Don't you get it, you hunk of metal, I'm on 'vacation,' shouldn't that mean I get a break from ghost hunting, too?" He asked, teasingly. Skulker grunted and shot a missile from his fist aiming right towards Danny. It blew up right in his face, sending him flying backwards, and hitting his back against a tree. "Well that's a new one," Danny muttered to himself as he got up.

He stepped back into his ready stance, and searched for Skulker. He saw him flying fast towards him, a fist ready for punching. Reacting fast, Danny froze Skulker's left wing. He immediately stopped flying and crashed to the ground. Danny stepped over Skulker's body, and smiled. "Sorry to rain on your parade, but it seems you've come down with quite a cold." He reached into his jumpsuit, to find the thermos, but when he aimed it at Skulker, he was gone. Vanished. Probably went intangible and walked away. Still, all those metal boots had to make a lot of noise and footprints, so Danny decided to follow his instinct, and see if he could find the ghost hunter. If it was one thing Danny had learned from fighting Skulker, it was their was only one way to beat him: suck him up and trap him in the Fenton Thermos when he's weakened or down. If Danny didn't get him now, he may be trying the entire month.

He kicked off the ground again, and decided to get a bird's point of view, and search for him from above. Danny let his ghost-instinct guide him, and he felt like he was getting close a couple times, but everytime he could almost smell the metal of Skulker, he went away again; and after a good half hour, Danny gave up, and headed back to camp.

He stayed above the trees incase Skulker decided to show. That ice would take a good day or two to melt, so until then, Danny would hopefully not be seeing any of him. Still... why did he let him get away? He'd hardly ever done that before. It must've been that his mind was elsewhere. Maybe this whole situation with his parents and Jazz just messed with his mind a little.

It didn't really matter because the fact was Skulker got away, and now his family was in danger. Who knows where he'd strike next?

Suddenly, Danny felt a slap on his side, and heard a muttering of voices. As he tuned in, he heard two distinct, very familiar voices.

"Jack, you stubborn man, give it to me."

"No! It's mine."

They were fighting over the Jack o'Nine Tails whip. That was what had slapped Danny, who suddenly felt exhausted. He drooped down from over the trees all the way down to the ground, and sat there, trying to keep his eyes open. What was happening to him? He rubbed his side where the whip had hit him, and it felt moist. When he pulled it away, his hand was glowing green with his own ectoplasm.

This only made Danny's faintness worsen. He knew that if he stayed as Danny Phantom, his deep wound would heal by morning, but he wouldn't be able to go back to the cabin as the one thing his parents were hunting. If he changed back into Danny Fenton, his wound could take a whole week to really seal, and he'd be weakened for that duration of time. Checking his side again, he now wasn't sure if he'd make it long enough to decide. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been hurt this badly, and was starting to black out. If he was going to go back to camp, he'd have to go back now. Then an idea came to him.

Jazz.

Jazz, when she was done scolding him, would help him. All he had to do was transform into Danny Fenton get inside the cabin, and switch back to Danny Phantom, so he could heal. He weakly stood up, and phased, the blinding energy consuming him again. He suddenly felt fine. Every hair on his body stood up, and he was more alert than ever. However, just as quickly as it had come, it had gone, and he was back to his poor, bleeding self.

Danny moped back to camp, every step agonizing him further. His white t-shirt was getting soaked in red, and he tried to cover it up with his hand, but it didn't work. He had only made the smudge worse. One good thing about Danny Phantom's black jumpsuit was nothing could stain it.

Danny looked to his left where his mother and father were searching for him, just not the him he currently looked like. Now his mother had the Fenton Ghost Fisher, and they were both looking at the sky, desperately wondering which way he'd flown off to. Danny had never been so thankful in his life for their stupidity. He could now safely slip into his cabin, and wrap his wound. Just as he reached right outside his cabin, he felt a surge of pain overcome him. It hurt to even open his eyes, but he knew that he had to open the door. Jazz would surely be in there, and if he could just make it inside, she could help get him up. He reached to turn the knob, and finally succeeded. When the door swung open, he fell across the threshold.

"Danny?" Jazz called out, setting her book down and getting up. "Is that you?" She stopped in her tracks. Her brother's limp body laid on the floor by the door. She quickly ran to his side. "Danny!" she shouted. "Danny can you hear me?" She made him roll his head over, and look her in the eyes. All he did was bob his head down ever so slightly to indicate a nod, and Jazz was relieved. At least he was alive. "Okay, Danny, I'm gonna help you, but you have to try with me, okay?" Jazz instructed. Danny nodded again, and Jazz set her hands on her little brother, under his armpits. She'd never been so thankful for his scrawny figure before. "Ready, Danny?" He grunted his affirmative, and she pulled and dragged him to the corner. She sat his weak body against the wall, and shut the door.

Jazz ran to the bathroom to get a towel soaked with warm water. When she came back, she made Danny look her right in the eyes. "Danny, I need you to answer me. Do you heal quicker as a ghost?" Danny nodded slightly, so she ordered, "Phase. Now." Had Danny not been so utterly exhausted and hurt, he would've joked and said how this whole time she'd been saying not to go ghost, but he was too tired. Instead, he reserved his energy to actually transform. The belt of energetic light appeared at his waist, and consumed his entire body. The energy he received - though short-lived - was amazing.

When he was a Phantom, Jasmine made Danny move his hands away from his side, so she could get a better look. He reluctantly agreed, and Jasmine had to clasp her hand over her mouth, so Danny couldn't hear her gasp. It didn't work. Danny still heard it. He knew it was bad, but if Jazz thought it was bad, it was worse than he'd thought. She began rubbing it gently with the cloth to clean it, and Danny winced at every stroke. Then she wrapped a bed sheet multiple times around his waist to stop the ecto-flow. She tied a knot, and pulled at Danny's feet to get him to lay down. He needed to be all one-level, and use no muscles.

Danny's effulgent green eyes showed a blast of appreciation right before they closed, and he drifted off to sleep. Jazz kissed his forehead, and wished him good night, even though it was 3 in the afternoon.


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