"Impressive."
"Don't say that."
"But it is impressive."
Danny buried his head in his hands, red creeping up to shade his ears.
"It's huge." Ferris whistled.
Arms crossed, hair swept off the brow, Danny rolled his eyes and muttered out of the corner of his mouth, "it's not like you haven't seen it before."
"Well," Ferris drawled, staring, "we were preoccupied before. Now I can really admire it."
Danny"s face reddened more. "Just get it over with."
Ferris pouted. "Impatient, aren't we?" She smirked wildly and said slowly in a teasing drawl, "don't you want to take your time?"
"You're disgusting, pervert!" Danny shoved her away and toward the giant, looming Fenton house. "Just take the shield down and stop acting like my house is something for you to bone."
"You're no fun," Ferris whined, hands on her hips.
"It's not my problem if you can't get through the shield." To demonstrate, Danny took a few steps forward, walking through the green transparent ghost shield. He turned and smirked mercilessly at a glaring Ferris.
"Congratulations," she remarked sarcastically, "you are truly human. Why don't you be a dear and just turn it off from the inside." It wasn't a question, and they both knew it.
Danny put on an innocently confused look and responded sweetly, "but I thought you said taking down a ghost shield was no problem?"
Flames seemed to lick at the tips of her hair. Ferris tried to keep the irritation out of her voice as she said, "but you can just turn it off, so why should I waste my power when I don't have to?"
Danny mockingly pouted and and placed his hands to his hips in a girly manner. "You're no fun," he whined in a crude imitation of Ferris.
She lunged, flames springing free of her human façade. She slammed against the shield, tendrils of fire growing like a weed around her. "Fenton!" Ferris yelled, teeth bared, "take this stupid shield down!"
Danny had a hand puppet mimicking her words.
"Danny Fenton, if you don't take this shield down right now-!"
"What? I'm sorry," Danny leaned closer, hand pressed to the back of his ear like he was trying to listen, "did you say 'don't take it down'?"
"Danny!" Ferris was shaking with rage. She watched as he slowly made his way up the steps to the door, turning only to wink once. "When I get my hands on you-!" And then he disappeared into the house with a slam of the door.
Ferris pounded her fist to the green surface and let out a string of Latin.
The shield splintered, a spiderweb of cracks fissuring out across the surface until it shattered. The green light winked out of existence. Flames gathered at her fingertips, danced in her palm, caressed her skin and flowed soundly through her veins. She marched to the door, grabbing the handle and feeling the metal melt in her grasp. She swung the door open and paused at the scene before her, the fire extinguishing.
Sitting on the couch were Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, decked out in fancy attire and absorbed in hand-held mirrors reflecting their own images back at them.
What truly concerned Ferris was Danny's sister, Jasmine, wearing a blue jumpsuit and pointing an ectoplasmic gun at the ghost's chest.
Behind her, held back by Jasmine's outstretched arm, was Danny. His blue eyes were wide, gazing back and forth between the two girls, human and ghost.
"Move one step, ghost," Jazz threatened in a low voice, the gun unwavering.
Purposely, Ferris took a bold step toward the Fenton siblings.
Jazz's finger flicked and pulled the trigger in quick succession.
The human shell melted away, Ferris's hair turning to a flaming mass and her eyes shining violet.
Fire spiraled out in front of Phoenix to shield her body. The green blast from the gun sizzled against the flames and died.
With a snap, it morphed into a blazing sword. Phoenix grasped the hilt and flashed a smirk in Danny's direction. He gaped, open-mouth, but soon recovered, running into the kitchen with a flash of white. She swung the blade and flames burst forth to stop the next blast.
Phoenix curved her body to dodge the next ray and then ran low. She brought the blade up and cleanly sliced through the gun.
"You're no match, little Jasmine," she said smugly as the barrel of the gun sizzled to the ground.
Jazz swung her leg behind Phoenix's knees, sweeping her off her feet. "Spoke too soon," Jazz said. She produced a Fenton Foamer and pointed it down at the ghost.
Then she was violently shoved to the side by a glowing black-clad figure. She flew into the wall and slid to the ground, disoriented. Phantom glanced down at the witch ghost. Phoenix glared at him.
"I had that just fine," she said, glancing away. When he offered her a hand up, she excepted.
Phoenix brushed off. She marched toward the unmoving Jazz, a flame alight in her palm.
Danny touched her arm lightly. "Wait."
He walked over to the coffee table and grabbed what looked like a fishing line. He presented it to her.
"What is this for?" Phoenix asked. She reached out to touch the dangling string but retracted when it shocked her.
"Well," Phantom said, "it won't hurt her, just hold her."
Phoenix got a glint in her violet eyes, understanding.
She held her hand out for the fishing line, careful not to touch the string. "I'll do the honors."
Whoops might have to change the rating after this chapter.