Okay, apparently I am a really slow updater. I had a slight writer's block and I have a huge project due Thursday that I am still not quite done with yet. I wasn't all to happy with this chapter but maybe you'll think differently.

Disclaimer: If I owned Danny Phantom would I be on Fanfiction?

Chapter 4

"Try talking to them."

"But Jazz! They hate me now. Besides, Mom wants to 'fix' me and I sure as hell don't want to be fixed."

The older teenager sighed, "Fine, I'll talk to them," Danny's face broke out in a sunny grin, "But," grin gone, "You have to talk to them after I'm done."

Danny pretended to pout, "Fine, but you owe me big time for this."

"Correction," the red headed young woman said, "you owe me big time for this."

Man, did Danny hate it when Jazz was right. Oh well, at least she was going to talk to them. Danny walked out of the library in considerably better spirits than he arrived.

Jazz took a deep breath before entering her home. She had just seen Danny flying overhead in the opposite direction and knew that he would be no help.

Despite contrary belief, Jazz was actually truly nervous about talking with her parents about her little brother. This conversation could determine the outcome of their whole future, so she had to word this just right.

She slowly opened the front door and waited for the mandatory creak. Once she heard it she continued in opening the door. From the doorway she could see her parents sitting at the worn kitchen table.

They were discussing something in low voices as Jack fiddled with the Fenton Ghost Bazooka.

Well, at least they aren't in the lab.

Jazz took slow, cautious steps into the kitchen. She cleared her throat which caused the two adult to look up. For a moment Maddie's expression lightened until she saw that it was not her son.

"Jazzy-pants?" her father asked, surprised, "I thought you were at the library. Where's Danny?"

Jazz gulped. This was the moment, "Danny wanted me to talk to you."

"You mean you knew?" Jack voiced his question.

Jazz tapped her foot impatiently, "Yes, I knew. He sent me because he was afraid."

The ghost hunters looked confused. "But….why?" Maddie wondered.

Jazz flared up. It was unusual for her to get so upset, but when it came to her brother and his future she was all game and no play. "Why? You're ghost hunters for crying out loud! Of course Danny was scared and didn't want to face you."

Maddie's face cleared of all confusion, but underlining her mask there was just a touch of fear and uncertainty. Jack was the same way, "Jazzy, we love your brother even if he is a ghost. All we want to know is why he did all those bad things."

In a snap Jazz was back to her cheery self, "Oh, well first of all: Danny's not dead. Well, at least not all the way." Seeing her parents' confusion, Jazz swiftly continued, "Don't get me wrong, I don't know much about this. For the whole story you will have to ask Sam, Danny, or Tucker. I just found out later on.

"If I am correct in this assumption then Danny is only half dead. In other words a half ghost."

"How is that even possible?" Maddie interrupted.

Jazz shrugged, "You will have to ask Danny. As for all the bad things he did, well, all I can tell you is that he didn't do anything on purpose. You need to just ask him."

Jack and Maddie looked eager. "Can we talk to him now?" Jack boomed.

"Now, Jack," Maddie said patiently, "we have to wait for him to be ready. Here, sweety, have a cookie." The woman handed her husband a chocolate treat.

"Thanks, Mads!" The man responded, back to his usual demeanor.

Jazz rolled her eyes at her father's childish behavior, and continued speaking, "Yes, I suppose that now would be best. I'll give Danny a call, but I don't know how long he will be. He could be in Canada by now for all I know."

Ignoring her parents' befuddled looks, the young woman pulled out her cell phone and dialed the familiar number (555-1221).

After a few rings and Jack's begging for another cookie, her brother finally picked up, "Hello? Hey, little brother, this is Jazz. Could you come home now?"

That number is Danny's actually cell number. *nods* Yep, it's also his home number and Vlad's number. Please press the pretty little button. It's lonely

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