The first thing that Jazz noticed when she woke up was she was in different clothes and bright sunlight was falling in the room.

How long was I asleep?

Jazz stretched, and looked around. She was on a long, gray couch, with extremely comfortable pillows. Someone had covered a blanket over her; a blanket that seemed very familiar…

She gasped. It was the comfortable that she received a couple of days ago in her own time!

A new, fresh pang of sorrow stabbed through her as she clutched the hot pink blanket to her chest. She wasn't scared of every thing she saw anymore-but it still hurt. She heard murmurs of voices down the hall, and she stood up, the blanket still clutched in her hand.

"If she doesn't wake up after today, we are putting her in the hospital." An unfamiliar voice met her ears, and she continued to listen to the conversation. Sam's voice sounded through the air, the sound that felt like music to Jazz.

"Calm down, Danny. It must be because of the trauma and emotional exhaustion mixed with the shock of getting hit. Jazz was in and out of consciousness when me and Tucker were tending to her. She heard us state that we…can't… send her back."

Jazz swallowed, ands placed her hand to her mouth to fight the urge to vomit. She remembered that thoroughly.

"Help me get her onto the bed, Sam."

"Tucker, are you going to figure out a way to get Jazz back to her own time?"

"I…can't Sam. I can't because it's impossible. The technology that's used for that kind of power stopped existing in 2011."

"So, she's stuck here? There isn't a substitute? Anything?"

"NO! NO, Y-YOU"RE WRONG!"

"She's waking up! Sam, get one of the sedatives. It's okay Jazz!"

Jazz after five minutes of fighting finally succumbed to the blanket of black as she drifted to sleep.

"Auntie Jazz!" Jazz flew out of her memory when she felt a small weight press against her legs. She gave a tired smile, and picked Jake up, giving him a small hug in the process. "Hey, mister."

"Hey! I'm so happy you're okay. You were asleep for three days."

Three days? That can't be right…

"Are you sure that was it, Jake?"

"Mm-hm. We were worried about you. Especially Daddy. He hardly left you."

Jazz smiled, "I'm going to see him right now." She placed Jake down gently, than walked through the door where her brother and sister-in-law were.

Jazz saw both adults turn to face her, and her eyes widened when she saw Danny. He wasn't the thin, lanky teenager that she knew before. He was a tall, handsome man, more confident, and he looked like he was relaxed with his powers, instead of always being tense about them.

"Hey Jazz. It's me. Are you alright?" As if an answer, Jazz literally jumped into her brother's arms, shaking a bit from all the emotional turbulence she experienced a few days ago. Arms came around her, gently shushing and calming her. She felt herself being carried to the couch, and both adults sat beside her; Danny on one side, Sam on the other.

"What is it, Jazz?" Danny had to ask, even though he partly knew the answer. Jazz sniffled, "It's not fair! I didn't even ask to come here in the first place. I never wanted to. My life has disappeared." She was pulled into an embrace by Sam, and she slowly melted into it.

Danny looked at her sadly. He couldn't do anything about his sister, and he hated feeling this useless. He was about to speak again, when Sam spoke up.

"I know you're scared, Jazz. And I know how much you miss your family." Jazz looked at her questioningly at the tearful tone in her voice.

"Because they miss you too…very much. But, like I said, it's still us. We're still the same people and family you knew before. And our feelings of friendship and love toward you haven't change. They never will."

Jazz sniffled, and brushed her tears away with her hand, looking at Sam thoughtfully. "Really?"

Sam nodded, and Danny wrapped an arm around her shoulder. "You're still my sister, Jazz."

Jazz looked at the two adults, then finally nodded. "Okay."

She abruptly stood up, and asked, "What is my parents' phone number?"

Danny looked at her, confused, "Why?"

"Well, I don't want to take too much of your time, and my parents haven't…" She stopped as the two adults looked at each other, smiling mysteriously. "What?"

Danny wrapped his arm around Sam, "Well, while you were asleep, we talked and, we were thinking…"

"Yeah?" Please let them be saying what I think they're saying…

Sam interrupted, "We would like for you to live here with us. Is that okay?"

Her answer was Jazz hugging both of them as tight as she could. Danny chuckled, "I think that was a 'yes'."

"Welcome back Jazz." Jazz smiled at both of them, and answered, "Good to be back."

Somewhere in the Ghost Zone, another certain half-ghost was watching the exchange with evil, red eyes.

"Yes, dear Jasmine. Welcome back…"

The ghosts' evil laughter echoed in the darkness and Vlad Masters transported home.

The End…? I don't think so!