Sam knocked heavily, her fist feeling like lead as it pounded on the wooden door. She shifted in her spot as she waited, anticipating for someone to answer and grant her a brief moment of sanity. Her free hand unconsciously hovered over the small bloated area that held her most treasured belonging. She looked into one of the windows adjacent to the stoop, hoping the one person she wanted to see was home. Her breath caught in her lungs when the knob turned and the door opened to reveal a petite red head.

"Sam?" She asked softly, looking to the teen confused.

"Jazz, please I need your help." She blurted out faster than her lips could move and wasn't surprised when Jazz looked to her confused over the mess of words escaping in a loud clutter. Her heart was racing a mile a minute and her mind ran in different directions. Frankly, she was tired and scared.

"What?" She asked softly moving out of the doorway to make room for the girl.

"Are your parents here?" She asked slowly, taking a deep breath and making sure to annunciate each word as to avoid repetition.

"No, they left on their second honeymoon yesterday." She stated matter-of-factly. Sam felt her hand leave her stomach and make contact with her head, she should have known that. Danny had been complaining the better part of the week about how he was stuck with Jazz while his parents left to rendezvous in the Bahamas. Jazz had been home for spring break from her college and was using her time to both babysit and bond with her brother, of which Danny wanted neither.

"I have a secret to tell you, one I need you to promise to keep." Sam said looking to the twenty year old, desperation covered her features.

"Sure, Sam…what is it?" The young woman look confused, but also intrigued and hung onto every word as if it alone could cure the world of all illnesses.

"I'm pregnant…and so confused." She blurted out once making sure they were in fact alone.

"Oh." She stated cavalierly as if she had commented on the weather and motioned to have a picnic outdoors. "Wait. What?" It finally sunk in and as Jazz looked the girl over anger crossed her features. "I'm gonna kill Danny." Her hand tightened into a fist and her facial features furrowed in unadulterated anger.

"No Jazz. He doesn't know yet." Sam said reaching her hand out to her and pulling her away from the door. She needed to break through to the young woman and help her see the problem was elsewhere and not where she was currently focusing.

"Why not?" Jazz asked her anger subsided slightly and confusion arose when she locked eyes with the dark girl. She was positive she would be one of the last to find out, not the first; yet here the teenage mother stood not inches from her and seeking help.

Why shouldn't she murder Danny? It was his fault Sam was in her predicament, she had told him numerous times to use a condom. She had even gone the extra mile as to place several boxes under his bathroom sink so he would be sure to take one with him when needed. She had saved him the embarrassment of having to purchase them and instead took it upon herself. Not only did he fail her in keeping things safe, but had also failed Sam. They were too young to be parents. How in the world were they going to juggle parenthood and a higher education? Would they even seek a higher education now?

"That's where I need your help. I've been to the doctors three times in the past week and a half. Two out of those three times the doctors told me my baby was dead." Jazz's eyes went wide in shock as the news hit her harder than the first. Her baby was dead? How was it Sam looked so hopeful? Did she not want the child? Would she tell Danny, or leave it an unspoken page in her life? And what did she mean two out of three times the baby was pronounced dead?

"And the other time?"

"That's just it, the other time they told me it was healthy and alive. They are at a loss and so am I."

"So, what can I do to help?" She swallowed hard. Not understanding why the girl who had once pushed her away when offering help to Danny was now pleading for assistance of her now. She only hoped she could help, and quite possibly save both mother and child from a terrible fate.

"Well, you are studying to practice medicine, and you know a lot about ghosts. Considering this is Danny's baby…"

"There's a fifty percent chance this baby could have inherited his ghost DNA." Jazz said as realization hit her. "You want me to help you out?" Sam nodded vigorously. "I'm honored, but I'm only studying medicine. A brain surgeon is what I want to be no less. I don't think I'd be qualified to help even if I had a doctorate." Sam's face fell at this and Jazz couldn't help but feel like a failure.

Sam never asked anything of her, and now she came to her begging for help with an unborn life. She could at least try and help, who knows maybe if all went well she could publish a paper on it. That would definitely help her get to her doctorate a lot quicker.

"Alright, I'll see what I can do." Jazz whispered, her voice making her sound weak and vulnerable. She felt obligated to help even if she didn't see a way in which she could. She was, however, determined to do anything she deemed necessary.

"Really?" Sam asked, a smile gracing her face for the first time since she had arrived.

"Why not? I mean, it is my future niece or nephew in there right? What kind of an aunt would I be if I didn't start helping out now?" Both girls shared a warm smile before Jazz headed down towards the lab. Sam followed behind her quietly.

"Ok, let's see, what do we have here?" Sam sat on a nearby chair while Jazz picked through useful and useless inventions her parents had made. "Let's try this." She said holding up a small box with a screen and a long handle attached.

"What is that?" Sam asked looking at the odd contraption.

"I'm not exactly sure, but Danny told me it had sonar built in, I guess it's to hear for ghosts. It's the best we got." She said placing it on the table and walking to the corner to wash her hands in the newly obtained sink. The basement had undergone quiet a transformation once Danny's secret was known. Their parents had made the basement into a more high tech lab with the help of Tucker. They knew their son needed all the help and advanced opportunities there was to be offered and thus fore got to work on building him a work area he could feel comfortable in.

"Better than nothing." Sam said shrugging; silently hoping it worked and gave them what they needed.

"Ok, lie down on the table." She said happily clearing the nearby surface and pulling out a stack of paper and a pen before rolling the chair next to Sam. "Lift your top." Sam looked to the girl awkwardly before lifting her top slightly, exposing her full stomach to the child's future aunt. Jazz took in a sharp breath of air and gasped softly, the image of her exposed and slightly bloated skin made the situation all too real. There really was a child growing in there, or so it seemed. "Here goes nothing."

"It's freezing." Sam muttered as the metal object made contact with her bare skin.

"Let me turn it on and let's listen in." Jazz said flipping the switch, in a matter of seconds a loud thumping filled the room. Jazz smiled as Sam's heart rate popped up on the screen, a steady rhythmic line moved up and down on the small monitor. She appeared to be calm and collective. Before Jazz had time to hit another button a second steady line appeared, it was faster than the first, but from the sounds of it, it was much fainter. "Sam?" Jazz asked, surprise in her eyes, astonishment as she increased the volume so she could hear for herself.

"What is that?" Sam asked looking to the redhead.

"That would be the heartbeat of your baby."

"It's alive?" Sam asked, tears once again threatening to fall. Damn hormones.

"Not only is it alive, it sounds healthy. There's no way this is the machine." Jazz said happily looking to the young mother.

"JAZZ? Are you home?" A male voice pulled the eldest girl away from the miraculous moment. "OH NO! Danny's home."

"What?" Sam asked trying to cover her stomach and move the machine away once again.

"Sam don't." Jazz said placing the machine back in its original spot.

"Are you kidding me? Danny's here, I can't let him see me like this. Not yet."

"Listen." Jazz spat out, causing Sam cease in her movement and listen closely.

"What is it?"

"The machine is still on, but I don't hear the baby's heartbeat anymore." Both girls locked eyes as the only sound in the room was their breathing and Sam's lone amplified heartbeat.

"What happened to the other one?"

"I'm not sure." She said looking the screen over and finding nothing. She pushed a few buttons and shifted the makeshift wand around on the exposed skin, hoping to catch onto the image once more, but failed. Loud foot falls followed by the slamming of an upstairs door indicated Danny was up in his room and was no longer a threat to them. "Let me see."

"Hurry, Danny's coming." Sam got out, her heart rate speeding up as anticipation kicked in. It would only be a matter of seconds before he burst through the door and asked what they were doing. And then she'd have to tell him. Explain the whole complicated ordeal, facing both her fears and quite possibly her doubts.

"No he's not, he's upstairs. I heard the door slam shut." Jazz said writing something down on a piece of paper that rested atop a small stack at her side.

"Thank God." Sam said letting out a heavy breath. Within an instant, as Sam's heart rate was dropping, the faint sound of another could be heard again.

"What the-" She questioned looking back at the screen; sure enough both lines were back and constant.

"What is it?" She asked looking over to her. Jazz had an idea, it was a long shot, but worth looking into.

"I think Danny's coming back." She said quickly, putting as much belief into the statement as possible. Just before Sam ripped the machine off and sat up Jazz saw just the one heart line. "Lie down!" Jazz said shoving the machine back onto her stomach, she could only hear Sam's beating.

"Are you crazy? Danny could find out."

"He's not coming."

"What the hell, Jazz?" She was clearly growing frustrated with the game she was playing and mentally pleaded for it to end. She couldn't take anymore yo-yo emotions, it was bad enough her hormones were going haywire.

"Don't you see? When you're stressed or your heart rate is elevated the baby ceases to have a heart beat at all. But when you're calm…" Sam relaxed listening as Jazz explained her theory. Soon the room was once again filled with the light beating. "…You can hear the baby's." She was smiling now as she scribbled notes down.

"Why would my stress level affect the baby's?" Sam asked carefully removing the machine. Happy there was an explanation and her baby was still alive and growing.

"I don't know, but I have a theory."

"I'm open for any and all suggestions." Sam said crossing her arms over her chest.

"Well think about it like this, if the baby is part ghost it's going to need to survive on basic natural instinct. If you are stressed in anyway the baby is going to feel threatened and find a way to protect itself. It's my theory that it finds the way by going ghost, and since ghosts don't have a heartbeat, his or hers ceases to exist. That is until your calm once again, the baby no longer feels stressed and relaxes as well, returning to its vulnerable and human state."

"Makes sense." Sam said, hell, right now anything made sense. She knew next to nothing about a ghost baby.

"If it's alright with you, I'd like to continue to work with you throughout the pregnancy. Any new developments could aide my notes. Plus open up a world nobody until now would ever know." Sam bit her tongue, she wanted to tell the girl there was another. But in doing that she would throw Lilith under the bus. Jazz would no doubt want to question the woman and Sam knew nothing about Lilith's parents, let alone who they even were. It was best just to let Jazz believe this was the first ghost baby ever.

"I'd like that." Sam said smiling. "If you're right I'm gonna need all the help I can get explaining this to Danny and your parents."

"I'm here for you, no matter what." Jazz said happily.

"JAZZ! ARE YOU DOWN HERE?" The voice called out. Jazz froze and looked behind her to see Danny staring at her.

"Hey little brother, what's up?"

"I thought I heard you. Who you talking to?" He asked looking at her oddly. Jazz looked him over before looking to the spot Sam sat in only to find it empty. She turned back to Danny to see his ghost sense go off and she could feel her own heart cease to beat. He immediately became protective and took a fighting stance as he scanned the room for anything out of the ordinary. "Is someone down here with you?"

"What? No. Of course not. Nope. Just me." She got out quickly, fear rising in her being as she tried to casually lean against a nearby table. Trying anything to take the intense gaze he was giving her away.

"Then who were you talking to?" He questioned, not buying into her white lie.

"Oh, just myself." She whispered looking to her nails, finding them suddenly interesting and in need of a manicure.

"Talking to yourself is the first sign of losing your sanity." He stated a smug grin crossing his features as he seemed to push the presence of any ghost out of his mind when he noticed they were in fact alone. He watched as her gaze shot up to meet his and she offered him a frustrated look. He chuckled softly before speaking again, seeking an answer to his earlier burning question.

"Whatever. I'm gonna order a pizza, peperoni ok?" He asked holding up the phone.

"Sounds good." She said nodding her head.

"I'm also inviting Sam, Tucker and Lilith over, so I'm getting a veggie too." He said heading back up the stairs. The previous conversation and hint of a threat so far back in his mind he could have been oblivious to the world ending.

"Sam? Where are you?" Jazz said looking around curiously. It had been a close call, not only had Danny sensed a ghost, which she was sure was his future child, but he had also scared Sam so much that she found comfort in hiding then explaining what was going on.

"Up here." She called, Jazz looked up and saw Sam clinging to the ceiling. Terror rested in her eyes as she tried to grasp onto one of the awnings to keep her from her deadly fall back down. "Get me down."

"Ok, hold on, just don't panic." Jazz said taking off to find a ladder, smiling as she fled. Clearly this was going to be a very interesting pregnancy.

Hey guys ok so that was my next chapter I promise Danny will find out about his baby not in the next chapter, but the one after that. All will be revealed and explained. Also I'm sort of taking a break from my other two fics, but hope to have them updated soon. The updates will just be a bit slower. Its just for a month or so. I'm selling my grandmother's house and between that and working almost 60 hours a week I'm exhausted stressed and in need of a small rest here and there. But I do promise to keep this one fic constantly updated and promise to get back to normal updates soon.

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