Danny floated over to the lab and set Jazz down on the table. The girl took in shallow breaths, too weak to open her eyes. Danny looked over and saw Tucker helping Sam up. Both looked dazed and confused.

Danny turned back into his human form, and quickly ran to his wife and best friend. "Guys, what happened? Are you all right?" Tucker nodded slowly, "You're evil, alternate self came. He knocked us out. He took Jazz." Tucker widened his eyes in realization. "Jazz! We have to get her!" Danny placed a hand on Tucker's shoulder. "I got her back. She's back on the table."

Tucker nodded, and walked past him to where Jazz was. He picked up his stethoscope and listened to her heart. It was now pumping slower beats than normal. Tucker sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

Sam looked over at her husband. "What's wrong? Why did you fly off like that?" Danny frowned, "I found out who made Jazz sick. It's Vlad." Sam frowned, "Why am I not surprised?"

"He has the cure for her, but he won't give it to me until I join him. I don't want to, but I can't let Jazz die. I don't know what to do." Danny felt Sam's arms envelope him in a hug, and he finally lost it. He sobbed into his hands, wrapping his arms tightly around his wife, as if she would fade forever if he let go.

Jazz fought her way back to consciousness. She had to do something to reassure her brother. She had to tell him that everything would be okay.

"D-Danny..?" Danny looked up at Jazz's voice, and walked over to her prone form. "Yeah Jazz?"

"It's all…going t-to…be…o…kay…" She took another deep breath. "Don't go…t-t-to Vlad. He'll…m-make you do things…things you don't want to d-do…" She smiled wearily up at her brother. "I'm not s-scared…" She frowned as she saw her brother's eyes fill with tears again. Weakly, she raised her hand up and wiped his eyes gently. "Please…don't c-cry… You'll make me cry t-too…"

She closed her eyes shut, her hand falling from his face. Danny caught her hand, and held it. "I'm not going to let you die."

Back in his castle, Vlad picked himself up from the hole in the wall. Daniel certainly has grown stronger. The pain he felt from Danny's punches of rage certainly proved that. Why couldn't he just accept the fact that his sister would die without his cure?

"He's resistant, that one. But he'll be back. Jazz does not have a lot of time in this world." He grasped onto the glowing red liquid in the vial in his left hand and smirked evilly.

"He'll be back."