Redesign

Danny's eye twitched as Jazz bounced around the lab, while he was still a ghost. "Jazz, none of this is gonna stick. It'll all disappear when I change back." He had just gotten back from changing into the padded jumpsuit Jazz had given him.

It didn't look much different. In fact, it looked about the same as his jumpsuit did but with some padding. Frankly, he was just happy that it didn't rub his skin wrong anymore. It was nice that it didn't creep into crevices that were really uncomfortable, but in the end, it was all going to be pointless.

"But then it'll come back when you 'go ghost' again, right?"

"That's not how it works Jazz." The day she'd actually listened to him would be the day that Vlad married his mom. "I always reset when I switch forms." Jazz was fastening the belt Tucker had made and Sam had stylized.

"You don't reset your injuries, Danny." The belt clicked and safely fastened itself. "And your jumpsuit doesn't help you at all." Jazz pointed to one of the many buttons on the top rim of the belt. Press this button to tighten it and this one to loosen it."

Danny clicked the button. "But that's what intangibility is for though, right?" The belt soon became a perfect fit.

"And how often do you actually remember to use that?" Jazz pulled on the small black bit that seemed to be poking out the squarish shape on his belt.

"I dodge too." He watched as the black bit grew into a chord that clipped onto the collar of the suit.

"Danny." Jazz's irritation was growing more prominent. "You're more likely to take a missile than get out of the way ever since Mom and Dad started blaming you for all the damage to the city." She fiddled with the clip a bit more while Danny tried to ignore her words, even if they were right. "This is what we're going to be using to talk to you while you're flying too fast or too high to hear us." She pointed to another button. "Push this when you need help or need us on the comms." She turned around and grabbed three short sticks. It was essentially the same proportions as the thermos was, but all dimensions were cut in two. "Mini thermoses," Jazz said, "it doesn't carry soup any more and the max is significantly less, but something's better than nothing." Her smile was a bit too tight for it to be as genuine as she wished it could be.

"Which means that I still need to carry the regular thermos everywhere." Danny was fiddling with a mini thermos while Jazz put the other two in the belt on his left hip.

"Yep."

"Come on Jazz, you know that this outfit won't stay on, this is pointless."

She was messing around with his shoulders. "Just trust me on this Danny."

Danny instantly had an impish grin grow on his face, "Like last time?"

"Hey! It all worked out in the end."

Danny raised a brow, "Which was five hours after Boxy showed up."

Jazz took to mumbling, "It was four hours and forty-seven minutes."

"My point exactly."

"Turn around Danny." Danny complied and felt something pushed against his back.

"What's that?"

"It's a monitor for your vitals underneath the padding." She said, continuing to mess with it. "We're going to need to run some tests to figure out what your baseline's at so that we can make sure you're not falling apart on us." The unspoken yet hung in the air.

"Mom would think your insane," Danny joked, "look at me, a ghost with vitals." Jazz went still for a moment as Danny continues. "I think you've just saved me from becoming Schrodinger's teen." Jazz gave it a chuckle.

"Four out of ten Danny, you've had better."

Danny shrugged, "Better than most of yours."

"That's not very difficult."

"Trust me," Danny groused, "I know."

They fell into a comfortable silence as Jazz finished whatever it was that she was doing, her eyes paying attention to every detail as her fingers danced across a tablet, running the most basics of tests. Mainly, did it work?

Once Jazz was satisfied with the results she slowly grabbed the syringe from the table that she'd but the tablet on. "That's the blood you took from me, right?"

"Yes," Jazz said, uncertain if her efforts would prove successful, "We thought that if the suit had you powering it then it would stay with your ghost half, even after you transform."

"Okay."

"Here goes nothing." Jazz emptied the contents of the syringe into the back thing and soon enough it flowed through the whole suit, giving it neon green highlights among the white accents.

Danny watched through the mirror as the green appeared "Cool."

"Glad you like it." Jazz but the syringe back on the table, "The belt and the tools already have your blood in them so they should stay on." Danny's eyes went wide and Jazz made a flicking motion with her wrist, "Well, try it out already."

"Oh, okay," He quickly turned into a human and then threw his arms up into the air, "Going Ghost!" The white rings haloed around his body, slowly spreading out and revealed Danny Phantom, stunning in his new suit. After seeing it in the mirror, he hugged his sister, "Thank you, Jazz."

"No problem, little brother."

A/N: This is the shortest one I've written so far, not a very easy prompt for a written piece, at least for me.