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When it comes to a private rich life, it's rewarding to keep private alone to make true friends like Sam. She had really grown up along the way and given herself a better figure. She called me around noon to invite me over and I was happy to join along. She already had Tucker over before me, but I told her I was up early today and she was more 'shocked' to find out. I only sleep in late if the ghosts interrupt my sleep.
I flew over to her house, well, her parents' house and found them in the basement as usual. The basement was much to the home movie theater. Tucker turned out great now, most women are crazy for him, and he rejected them because he often prefers Valerie out of everyone. They're dating, so it works out pretty well for him. Sam remained single as far as I have known, but she tries to date a few times here and there. One thing for sure, Tucker grew serious with his technologies skill. Not only has he learned to hack into anything, he managed to make his own inventions or hack inventions to make it work the way he wants it to work, and we always counted him on that.
Sam's study has come in handy tons of times and stuff I had no clue can relate to the Ghost Zone, but odd reason…she has a slight connection to animals. Animals just help her, even ghost animals and that has amazed me beyond more than anything. Tucker and I seemed to agree on one thing, Sam got superpowers for animals at least. But, we got convinced by this Undergrowth ghost and she developed very small power for plants. She refused to go beyond more than what she can control. She just knows that she can go against Undergrowth next time is able to match closely to his powers.
We were sitting on these huge movie couch seats with comfort and helped ourselves some soda for thirst. There was so much to say.
"You know, I managed to make devices into hologram now and designed for us to communicate," Tucker tossed a shape of a pen like to the both of us, "So, it's easier to communicate and easily to hide. We can track each other down. I worked on this while the rest of the courses were behind." Tucker rolled his eyes.
Sam and I were fascinated how much he had gotten himself into this. We admired his hard work and tested it out ourselves. We pressed the button the right end and automatically, the hologram slid down to reveal similar phone like. The only fact that it's for contact specifically, ghost radar tracking device added in, other hologram device tracker, and he personalized what status of my human or ghost form. I gasped and couldn't believe he nearly thought of everything!
"Whoa, Tucker! You have to be at the top of your class on this!" I chuckled.
Sam agreed, "Yeah, you could really put a lot of help on the economic on this business!" She approved, "If you want, we can get that running. You pick the name, a start of location, and what products to sell."
Tucker nodded, "Sounds good, Sam, thanks, but this is just for us. I'm thinking we should create our own Ghost fighting business somehow."
I chuckled, "Yeah, not until my boyfriend knows."
They both jerked their head at me, shocked to finally hear something for the past five years, and rarely anyone heard of this personal secret. Sam leaned in closer.
"You mean…he's gonna know?" Her eyes reading my face.
I couldn't believe their reaction, "Well, I just had him yesterday, but yes, he's going to know. I don't know when, but he'll know."
Tucker set his holographic phone down, "Who is he?"
I bit my lip, "Vlad Masters."
Their eyes widened and we all said one thing at a time.
"I'm/you're dating the billionaire?"
I sighed, "Yeah, I am, but not because he's rich and gay. It's because I learned something yesterday."
Tucker shifted his head, "That not dating anyone will make you insane?"
My eyes rolled, "No, it's because he's Plasmius."
They froze at the idea of a ghost name and my boyfriend is the ghost. They stared at me with disgusting look, but slowly easing into accepting the idea for the man. Their heads bounced a few times, at whatever their thoughts were channeling on.
Sam spoke softly, "So there's another halfa?"
Tucker joined in the same, "How do you know, man?"
My best friends acted like horrifying discovery like Frankenstein was born and freaking the villagers out.
"Plasmius and I were fighting in the ghost zone and suddenly, I used ghostly wail at him. He went unconscious and transform to Vlad. Skulker told me he kept quiet for the man's identity and I took Vlad home. I went home told Jazz and the next day, I dated him. He doesn't know that I know or knows my secret." I kept it short, I mean, they can pretty much fill in the rest themselves.
"So, when is he going to find out?" Sam desperately wanted to know.
Tucker nodded suddenly, "Yeah, man! It'd be nice to have someone included for once!"
I imagined myself slapping my face at their reaction. For four years, they wanted to add another member into our team. It just didn't work out as we wanted to be, but we're trying in the best effort we can.
"I-I don't know!" I stammered, "I just can't tell him yet. I need to feel comfortable dating him and knowing I'm going to be with him for the rest of my life."
Sam hummed, "I wondered how come the alternative you didn't find Vlad before. You went insane because you had no one and took it on others, where was Vlad at the time? He could have saved you." Her arms crossed and sat back on her seat.
Tucker and I agreed, but that's something I didn't think possible. I just shrugged it off, I enjoyed this life better, where I have my family and friends on the side, and I wouldn't ask anything different from this. A second chance won't be regret for Clockwork and that tends stay that way.
I felt my phone vibrating off and I pulled it out quickly. It was saying Jazz's calling and decided to answer anyway.
"Hey Jazz, what's up?" I said directly.
"We need to talk…" She said seriously.
Last time when Jazz said that, it wasn't something I'd be looking forward to. It's either serious discussion or something seriously wrong. Otherwise, she'd call me little brother and ask bunch of questions.
"Oh, um, I'll be home in five minutes." I answered.
"Okay."
We both hung up and I stared at my phone. Something wasn't right, but I can't believe this had to happen after Vlad left to work? My head shook.
"Well, I better go. Jazz wants to talk…" I muttered how ridiculous it was, "I'll see you guys tomorrow at the Nasty Burger. Text me the time."
"And bring your boyfriend! He needs to get use to us!" Sam perked up.
I got up as I altered to Phantom and agreed to what Sam said. Tucker supported her immediately.
"Yeah, man! Bring him along!"
I chuckled, "Depends on his work hours, then again, he can always call in he's not coming in." Duh, he's rich and got major power in his money.
My hand waved at my friends and flew off to home. Everyone in this town would see me and personally, I didn't mind the attention. They appreciated the way I protected them and I claimed the town anyway. It's my territory and no one hurts this place. The ghosts won't attack if I'm not here. It's no fun for them.
I had a million thoughts on what Jazz would have planned talking about this time, what can she truly talk about this time? She always surprises me with one to the next. I checked my surrounding and turned to Fenton. I headed inside the house and mom pleased at me of my return. I assumed Jazz would want a private conversation in her bedroom. My knuckles knocked on her door and she opened it up slowly.
She quickly gestured me in and I hurried up. She closed the door and she was pacing back and forth with such worried in her heart. Her head shook several times, doubting something so much with herself, and I couldn't understand what has gotten into her.
"Jazz-"
"-I-I-I-I can't do it…I was going to reverse the process, but I don't know how I did it. I-I'm sorry." She sat down onto her bed and covered her face.
I blinked and felt totally lost. Jazz wasn't herself and I joined up with her on her bed and wrapped my arms around her shoulders.
"Jazz, breathe!" I told her fast as I could, "What happened?"
She refused to look at me, but her heart raced like crazy. Something must have happened, but she seems fine. Maybe it's one of those mental thing for her psychologist field and learned about herself she didn't like to know or believe in. Maybe someone said something to her and she freaked out or turned defensive on that. I remember one time, she called me in the middle of class to tell me that college classmate of her was wrong and that ghosts were real. She practically begged me to visit her immediately! That was like one time, but maybe that's what happened. Another repeat.
She gulped, "I-I was practicing on chemical stuff up in the OB-center, I thought I came down to the right process to see if we can make other people heal quicker. Oh, no…" Her face buried onto my chest with tears.
Did I miss her face? Was she burn? I quickly pulled her head and examined her face to make sure nothing was serious. She doesn't feel anything of a ghost like or a halfa so far. In a minute, I was extremely confused.
"Jazz, calm down. Just tell me what happened?" I looked straight at her.
She met my eyes, "I-I better show you…" She whispered.
She held onto my wrist, typed something on her wall for coding, and we were being sucked up in the clear tubing of transportation. The OB-center was a start of the place, but the place was a mess…Jazz doesn't make a mess like this. She's too neat in the things she does.
"What ghost crashed in here?" I asked.
Her head shook, "No ghosts attacked," She gulped.
"Then why the hell is-"
"NO CUSSING WITH A CHILD IN THE ROOM!" She snapped…and gasped.
Her hands covered her mouth and my head shifted at her. A child?
"Jazz, if a kid got in here. I can take-"
"-No, she doesn't have a home or a family be-be-because I accidentally created her…"
My feet took a few steps back and replayed what Jazz has said. My ears noticed a whimpering child and picked one spot to look over to. Under the desk, a little girl who seems to be twelve years old, a long raven hair into a ponytail with a pair of blue eyes, and all wrapped up in a blanket. She was shivering out of fear and kept staring at us like a complete stranger.
Our eyes clicked at once and the girl stopped fearing. She slowly gathered her feet up and slipped once to try and walk. Out of my own instinct, I rushed to help her and the little girl clung onto the blanket and me at the same time.
"She's a clone of you, Danny…" Jazz explained, "I-I tried to stop the process, but she kept growing and growing faster. There's no point of reversing her since she's…complete. She's been hiding under that desk and refused to come out."
I turned around surprised, "It's okay, Jazz. It happens." I glanced down at the little clone in my arm.
She was so shaken up, her head buried onto my chest, and I held onto her. Oddly, I felt protective of this one. I sat down on a chair that didn't have anything on it and Jazz stood there as she watched.
"What are we going to do now, Danny?" Jazz asked.
I glanced up at her, "Let's get her dress first, I'm not sure if she's cold or not. I can't tell." I answered honestly.
Jazz nodded and rushed to get proper clothes for this little clone. While Jazz went to the store, I hugged onto the girl carefully, and noticed how tired the girl was. She must have been scared and she was born today…it was so strange the way we bonded quickly. We didn't need a word, but it's a lot to take in that's for sure.
I remembered Jazz says she wanted to do some studying on my blood, so I gave her a small sample, and let Jazz do what she needed to do. I didn't think of the outcome on this, I knew what Jazz wanted to do, and that was making others to get temporarily healing ability. What kind of chemical triggered a cloning process anyway? That's just the question and it's remaining unknown.
Well?
