A/N: I lied. I have one more story at hand. How about adding some other characters to the pile?

Inspired by an adorable photo of Danny and Sam in sweatshirts I found while browsing Tumblr.

Sibling Love

Why do I always stay out so late? I let myself get carried away again. That's always a bad idea, Jazz. You know that.

I walked down the sidewalk at a brisk pace, berating myself. I had ten minutes to make it home before I broke curfew. If I kept going at this pace I could make it home in eight minutes. That would be perfect. I hadn't been late once in (almost) eighteen years and I wanted to keep it that way.

I shrugged and adjusted the twenty pounds worth of physiology books on my back. A breeze blew forcing me to pull my coat tighter. The late March air swung around me blowing my red hair everywhere. Long hair is simultaneously the best and worst thing in the world. I sighed and smoothed it down. I should have braided it back at the library.

I glanced at my watch 9:52. I was making good time. Five more blocks and I'd be warm and dry and safe at home. I slowed to a stop at a stoplight and pressed the pedestrian button. I tapped my boots against the ground while I waited for the light to change.

"Stupid lights," I muttered to myself. The roads were completely desolate as far as the eye could see.

I debated crossing the street, even if it was a green light, when a figure walked into the beam of the streetlight. They turned the corner and walked down the road I was heading to, keeping their back towards me.

I studied the figure. Judging by the shape of their hips it was a boy. He was young, probably only a little younger than me, but he was tall. He was wearing a light sweatshirt. It was defiantly way too light for this weather but he didn't seem cold. The hood was up, obscuring the head from my view but I didn't need to see it to know who it was. I knew the slouch in his stance and his ratty red converse all too well.

I glanced down the road both ways before running across, foregoing the green light. I slid a little on some ice in the gutter on the other side of the crosswalk.

When I glanced up he was still walking quickly, getting farther and farther away by the minute.

"Danny!" I called, trying to get his attention. He either didn't hear me or was ignoring me. He was probably ignoring me. He does that a lot.

"Danny!" I tried again before I broke into a run chasing after my brother. "Would you slow down? We can walk home together, WHOA!" Not paying attention to where I was placing my feet I had stepped on some slush-covered ice.

"Oh, no," I cried as I was suddenly figure skating down the sidewalk. The ice abruptly ended, tossing me out into the air and I sailed straight into my brother's back. Two hundred eighty pounds of boy, girl, and backpack toppled over, face first. I ended up lying on top of Danny's long legs.

"Oof."

"Ow! Jegus, Jazz! What was that for?" He cried indignantly. I groaned and rolled off of his legs rubbing a spot in my ribs where his heel had jammed into them. My huge backpack forced me onto my back and I felt like an oversized turtle.

Danny slowly stood. Our collision had knocked his hood off but it was still too dark for me to see his face. The Fenton Thermos rolled across the sidewalk in all its shining glory.

"What are you doing out here this late?" he asked, Danny snatched the thermos and shoved it in his sweatshirt pocket before leaning down to offer me a hand. I grabbed it and he hauled me to my feet.

"What? Am I not allowed to enjoy the fresh air?" I retorted. Snow had seeped into my clothes making me shiver. I could just make out Danny's eye roll in the dim light and something else… Was that, was that blood?

"No, it's just not like you to be out so close to curfew. Let me guess," Danny leaned around me and poked my backpack. "You got caught studying at the library, again."

I shifted indignantly and started walking down the sidewalk. "Danny, you know the library closes at nine thirty." He snorted.

"What, did you convince the librarian to give you an extra half hour while she cleaned up?"

When I didn't reply he laughed. "Oh my gosh, you totally did didn't you!"

I rolled my eyes and walked a little bit faster. The added wind resistance made me shiver harder. So what if I spend a little bit more time at the library than other people? It's like my second home.

We rounded another corner with a streetlight and I glanced back to make sure Danny was still following me. He had his head turned away from me. A hand was raised to his face like he was trying to hide it. I glimpsed something red and gasped, that was blood!

"Danny!" I cried.

"Huh? What?" his head jerked up and he looked around. His body reflexively fell into a defensive stance. I got a full view of his face.

He looked horrid. He had a major black eye and many other abrasions along his jaw line. A cut above his eyebrow oozed blood. There were other cuts too. They were scattered all along his face and neck. Green and red blood mixed in his hair. I didn't even want to imagine what the rest of his body looked like.

"Danny, it looks like you got in a cage brawl! What happened? Was it Skulker or Ember? Who?" I demanded. I grabbed his shoulders, ignoring the gentle flinch, and turned him toward the street light. The yellow light cast shadows across his face made it look ten times worse.

Danny shrugged, dropping his hands. "I don't know who it was. I figure it was just some weirdo who decided to take a late night excursion in the wrong town. Don't worry though. He's safe in here," he patted the thermos in his pocket.

"Just some weirdo? It looks like you've been thrown through a window!"

Danny raised a hand to rub the back of his neck, like he does when he's nervous. "Well, I kinda was," Danny's voice trailed off and he bashfully smiled. "One way to slow a ghost? Give him a million cuts all over his body at the same time. And I mean all over."

I rolled my eyes again. "Mom is going to freak when she sees this," I muttered. I glanced at my watch and sighed. "It's ten oh one." I acknowledged. "For the first time in my life I've missed curfew."

Danny raised his eyebrows then quickly lowered them when the cut above them broke open. He raised a sleeve to dab the blood away and said, "The first time? What about that one time you were dating Johnny Thirteen?"

"That doesn't count. He was a ghost," I said wiggling a finger for emphasis. He smirked at me and I threw my hands up in exasperation.

" Come on, let's go get you cleaned up, you dork."

A/N: Guys, I was supposed to be writing an essay comparing The Yellow Wallpaper and The Mark on The Wall this weekend. Not a ton of one shots! Piss.

I hope you like this cute Danny and Jazz interaction.

I found another drawing on Tumblr of Danny being taller than Jazz. The artist talked about how she was in the same boat with her brother, they were even the same age length apart. And I realized, that's exactly my situation. All the little brothers out there better enjoy being taller than their older sisters

So that was a rant. Sorry! I'm still taking ideas if you're giving them.

Until next time, GeekyZelda