And the moment you've all been waiting for! THEY – GET – CAUGHT! YAAAAY! Wait what?
Edit note: YAY extra long chapter! You can thank Miriam1 for that. She caught me cutting corners and set me straight. (Good thing too because the corner cutting involved criminal neglect that should have gotten Maddie and Jack arrested. I didn't really think it through that well)
Nid wyf yn berchen Danny Phantom (Welsh)
The Fentons were not back by lunchtime, so Jazz had to make it. Jazz knew how to cook, she helped her mom all the time, but she wasn't allowed to use the stove by herself. They could have had sandwiches, but they kept the bread in the frig and you never knew what green glowing vegetable was going to try to avenge their comrade.
Danny was picking at his Cheerios, but he wasn't eating. "What's wrong?" Jazz asked, swallowing a mouthful of her Applejacks.
Danny squirmed in his seat. "My tummy feels funny... It's all cold and wiggly"
Jazz concentrated on her own tummy. Just above her stomach was a cold sensation that wavered and pulsed. She hadn't noticed it before simply because she wasn't looking, it was subtle. Jazz lifted her pj shirt a bit and felt her stomach. The soft pink skin was warm to the touch. "Mine too..." scrunching her eyebrows together and concentrated really hard on her cold core. Suddenly the cold flooded her body. Jazz yelped, 2 silvery white rings appeared around her waist and travelled over her form in opposite directions. Purple flannel was replaced by black and white hazmat suit and a silver aura.
Danny gasped as his sister transformed, tiny ice crystals came out as a blue mist and melted into the air. Distracted by the cold, he concentrated on its source. His icy core jumped into action, spreading it's temperature all throughout his person. Twin rings matching the ones that changed his sister made their way over his body, replacing the spaceships with black and white tychem. Gravity let go of him and he floated out of his seat and hung about 3 feet off the ground. "I'm Peter Pan!"
"Danny – WA!" Jazz's bum slid off her chair as she rose feet first into the air to join her brother. "Not again! Must-get-down!" She kicked the air at each word. As a response, she suddenly shot to the floor and crashed head first into the tile.
Danny giggled uncontrollably, flipping in circles. Jazz rubbed her head; it should have hurt, but it didn't. Surprise didn't distract her from the snickering 5 year old for long, "Stop laughing,'s not funny"
"Make me," he teased. Jazz leapt for him and he zoomed away into the living room. Unlike adults, children are more likely to accept the impossible, so the concept of flying didn't seem odd at all. They chased each other around the house for a good half hour before the silver rings dropped Danny out of ghost mode. "Ow!"
It was Jazz's turn to laugh. She swooped down and pick him up, "Got you."
"Put me down – put me down – put me DOWN!" Danny chanted, kicking his legs in the air. Jazz set him down on the couch and tried to sit beside him, but phased through the cushions.
"How did you go normal?" Jazz asked from within the couch. Hey look, a penny!
"I don't know. I just felt warm and tingly."Jazz concentrated on her now warm core and the silver rings returned her human form. She still phased though the couch, though. Danny bounced in his seat. "Can we watch TV?"
"Only until Mommy and Daddy come up again. They should be up soon." Jazz gave up on trying to sit on the couch and sat on the floor by the still fractured coffee table.
Five o'clock rolled around without hide nor hair of their parents. Danny was fine with that, it meant that he could have his favorite cereal for supper. Jazz had a better grasp of cause and effect, so she was uneasy with being left alone for so long. However, Jazz dismissed her fears; she and Danny weren't allowed in the lab without permission anyways. It's not like their Mom and Dad wouldn't be up in time to send them to bed right?
So the next 3 hours was dedicated to Television. Thomas the Tank Engine, followed by Sponge Bob, which was quickly cut off by Jazz (She didn't like the stupid humour.) and replaced with Dexter's Lab. After an hour long special of Fairly Odd Parents, the yawning 5 year old brought to his sisters attention approaching bed time.
Jazz flicked off the TV with the Fenton remote and lifted her brother into a sitting position. "Come on Danny, it's time for bed."
"But Mommy's not up yet." Danny rubbed the back of his neck but didn't budge.
Jazz glanced at the kitchen door as if expecting Maddie or Jack to appear, "And it's bed time. We should go to bed so when she comes back out she doesn't get mad at us for staying up too late."
"But she has to tuck me in." Danny insisted.
"I'll tuck you in, come on." Jazz lightly puled on his sleeve, but the boy didn't move. Jazz tugged again with no results. Irritated at not getting her way Jazz latched around his arm and heaved him off the couch. Danny fell to the carpet with a thud, causing Jazz to lose her grip.
Danny slipped from his sisters grasp and jumped back on the couch, wrapping his arms around the armrest. "NO! I'M NOT GOING! I want Mommy!"
"Danny!" Jazz hissed. They weren't supposed to yell in the house.
"MOMMY! MOM-" Jazz clapped her hand over his mouth and coiled around him like a rope. Her legs pinned his legs to the couch and her free arm held his arms down at his sides. Danny struggled for a good 5 minutes before settling down.
Jazz, now tired, let go of Dannys mouth, "We're going to bed."
"But-"
"No buts. Mommy's not coming out any time soon and when she does I don't want to be caught out of bed. Now let's go." Jazz uncoiled herself from behind the younger child and reached out a hand to help him stand.
"Can't we go get them?" Danny resumed his koala cling on the arm of the couch.
"No, we're not allowed in the lab." Jazz made a grab for his hand.
Danny skilfully evaded her, "We can use ghost powers and go in-inv-invisable. Ya, then no one will know!"
"No means no little brother." Jazz resorted to using the big sister tone.
"But-"
"NO!"
"Please! PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASEPLEASE… *inhale* PLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEASE!"
"FINE!" Jazz roared. She was tired, cranky, and worst of all scared. It wasn't right for her Mom and Dad to leave them at bed time without stopping to say good night first. "But you have to do everything I say and go straight to bed after."
"Okay!" Danny gave his sister a big hug and a big smile. He just got his way, that's enough to make any 5 year old happy no matter the circumstances. By the time they reached the door to the lab, this had become a spy game.
Jazz stopped him in front of the door. "Listen to me Danny. Once we get inside, stay out of sight. If Mommy or Daddy sees you in ghost form they'll shoot first, ask questions later. Do you understand?" Jazz was imitating her mother's way of speaking when she warned them every time they went into the lab.
"Roger!" Her little brother saluted her.
"I'm serious!" Jazz grabbed his shoulders and sat him on the ground. "If you can't handle it, fly straight to your room and change back. Got it?"
Danny nodded rapidly; his sister's serious tone spooked him. "I'M GOING GHOST!" he shouted. Two silver white rings passed over his body and unsealed his ghost form. His blue spaceship pj's vanished as he became a white haired, green eyed ghost boy in a black and white hazmat suit.
"Why'd you do that?" Jazz tilted her head at him.
"You have to be in a superhero form to use superpowers." Danny said as a matter of fact.
Jazz would have argued, but her little logic was overruled by her childish excitement. Concentrating on her cold core Jazz let the frigid sensation take over and transform her. Purple unicorns gave way to a white haired, green eyed ghost girl in a black and white hazmat suit with matching headband.
"You can't go ghost unless you say 'going ghost'!" Danny pouted, crossing his arms like the stubborn child he was.
"Fine, Going Ghost." Jazz would never admit it, but she thought it was cool. "You ready?"
"LET'S GO!" the boy cheered as he ran through the lab's reinforced door, Superman style.
"Wait for me!" Jazz watched as he effortlessly phased through the hardened metal. Concentrating on getting through, she placed her hand on the cold surface. The border vanished and she silently slipped through.
There were no lights on in the lab other than the ghost portal itself. Jack and Maddie were seated in fold out camping chairs, wielding Fenton Ghost Fishers. As the name would suggest, the couple were fishing for ghosts, using the portal as their lake. If not for the constant munch, slurp, crunch of Jack munching away on some snacks, it would have been completely silent in the subterranean room. No surprise that the peaceful couple did not notice the arrival of the two new ecto-entities.
The relief of seeing his parents alive and well was too much for Danny. The 5 year old ran for them, "Mommy! Dadd-" Jazz clapped a hand over the hyperactive ghosts mouth and dragged him behind some yellow painted barrels, but it was too late. All hell broke loose.
Maddie was the first to her feet, wielding her Fenton Quarterstaff and pulling her goggles over her eyes. Jack was up next, moving at speeds physics should not allow someone of his size to accomplish. He held his now tangled Fenton Fisher at the ready. "That sounded like Danny!"
"That can't be, Danny's upstairs with Jazz. They can't get into the lab, we locked the door remember." Maddie was scanning to room for the intruders on high alert.
"You know what that means!" Jack grinned like a nut case, "Real Ghosts!"
Their kids cowered behind the barrels of questionable contents. Jazz grabbed her brother's shoulders, pointing his guilty face in her direction. "We have to change back to normal right now." She hissed.
"But we'll get in trouble!" Danny whispered in a panicked voice. His tiny shoulders trembled in Jazz's loos grip.
"Better get caught at us and get spanked then get caught as ghosts and get hurt." The 7 year old stressed her point by pointing to a nearby jar of 'ghostly remains'. The image petrified the boy. When Jazz gave the signal he didn't hesitate in suppressing his ghost form with the warm tingles.
The resulting flash of light tipped off the ghost hunters. With a wiled battle cry Maddie swung her quarterstaff and effortlessly toppled the yellow barricade. "Danny? Jazz?" The hazmat suit wearing woman instantly switched from Amazon warrier to loving mother when she saw Pyjama wearing kids. "What are you doing down here?"
"And did you see any ghosts?" Jack blurted before his wife could stop him.
"Ghosts? N-no we're not - we haven't seen any ghosts." Jazz stuttered, gripping Danny's terrified hand tightly in her own. "No ghosts here."
Their mother was not as easily distracted as their now disappointed father. "How did you two get down here? Answer me, young man, young lady."
"We came through the door!" Danny blurted out in fear. Jazz paled; her brother hadn't lied, but what he said could be taken two ways, one of which would give them away.
Luckily their scientist mother never even considered that alternative. "But I locked it…"
"Come now Maddie, we can think of absurd and unruly ways to punish our kids later." Jack reasoned, "Right now there could be ghosts around!"
"Alright." Maddie agreed after a pause, pushing her suspicions to the back of her mind for now.
"As a ghost, I would have run off and hid somewhere already." Jazz theorized, then realized what she had just implied. "Not that I would know what a ghost would do, because we're not ghosts, right Danny?" Danny just stared at her.
"Good point, Jazzy-Pants!" Jack didn't hear anything past ghost and hid. "That's why I made THIS! The Fenton Finder!" He pulled out a strange rectangular contraption that had a tiny satellite dish. "This baby uses satellite technology to lead us straight to the ghosts!"
"Ghost detected straight ahead." Jack and Maddie huddled excitedly around the talking do-hiky. The adults would take a step forward, and their terrified children would take one back. The four of them danced in this fashion until the halfas found themselves backed into a corner. "Two ghosts standing right under your nose."
"That can't be right; it says the kids are ghosts." Maddie removed her red goggles to look directly at the 'malfunctioning' thingy-ma-bob. Jack just scratched his head and tried to lift his nose high enough to see under it. Danny was clinging to his sister in utter horror. They were in trouble whether they were ghosts or humans, and they had no way out! He didn't want to see his parents mad, he just wished he could just disappear and escape from their gaze. Not smart.
Everyone gasped as the ghost powered 5 year old vanished.
Mini D: All hail Miriam1, for she has vanquished the evil that is grammar mistakes and conquered the putrid lands of Spelling errors.
… I should not have let him visit the ghost zone…
Fun Fact: tychem is a material that some basic hazmat suits are made of. It prevents solid, liquid, and gas phase molecules from reaching the skin. The don't usually come with gas masks and aren't any good against radiation, but I figure Ectoplasm would either be a solid or liquid, so it's all good.
And I'm never going to look at the word 'straight' the same ever again. (I spelt them all strait in my draft, have fun counting how menny times I had to corect that)
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