Okay, so you may think the reactions in this are a little overboard, but remember that Jazz and Danny are really close... if somebody you looked up to had admitted to somebody else that they thought you were a loser, you wouldn't be too happy either!
Anyway, enjoy!
"Wait one second guys, I'll just get a quick drink." Danny paused and leaned over the drinking fountain, taking care to not catch his bag on the fire alarm. He turned it on and began to drink some water with that unattractive about-to-sneeze face everybody makes when they use a drinking fountain.
Behind him, the invisible Spectra ghost appeared out of a wall behind Danny, a rather sadistic fanged smirk on her face. With one hand, she reached over and hooked one of his straps over the fire alarm, watching as Danny stood up again and activated it.
Spectra hissed as the awful shrieking noise started up. "Argh! A handsome young-looking ghostly assistant to do my dirty work would come in use here – maybe when I'm done with this I can hold a beauty contest-"
"What was that?" Danny frowned and turned to look where Spectra was floating invisibly, only to get a sprinkler in the face as the water systems started up. Spectra disappeared through the same wall.
Outside, Lancer was frowning at his pupil, Danny, who was protesting his innocence.
"I swear, it wasn't my fault!" Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't even know how it got caught."
"Mr Lancer!" Spectra appeared. "It was an accident. Danny obviously didn't mean to give us such a fright." Behind Mr Lancer, Jazz had managed to work her way out of the crowd.
"I'll take care of Danny, Mr Lancer," Spectra steered Danny away from the two, and back into the building, where students were beginning to file back in. "We'll turn this accident into an acci-don't in no time!"
Jazz started after them, but Mr Lancer grabbed her shoulder. "Don't worry, Jasmine. Fox in Socks, your brother is in good hands. You know," He grinned. "I had the same advice when I was younger, and look how I turned out!"
Jazz began to seriously worry about the advice her brother would be getting.
Danny, in the meantime, was sitting on a chair outside his locker, Spectra standing next to him. This was weird enough if you don't count the fact that he was wearing a diaper and a top hat. Danny kept sneaking glances at his teacher as people began to crowd around and laugh and take pictures, as if to say, really? His cheeks were redder than a hot stove.
"Miss Spectra?" He asked.
"Yes, Danny?" Spectra was frowning at her nails.
"Why are we doing this again?"
"You've got to overcome your fear of caring about what other people think of you, of course!"
"Right..." Danny frowned.
"Hey, look! It's the Caspar High Spirit Baby!"
"Nice diapers, Fenton!"
"This is gonna make the headlines of the school newspaper! Titled, The Babies Among Us..."
Jazz watched in horror as even Tucker took part, taking out his PDA. "Dude! This is an even funnier yearbook picture than boys hugging!"
"Tucker!" Jazz frowned, snatching the PDA from him, looking at the screen to see a very cold-looking Danny wearing a ridiculous outfit. "That's not-"
It was then that she noticed Danny was looking straight at her, her and Tucker's PDA which she was pointing straight at him, as if to take a picture. His eyes darted away when she made eye contact.
Well, he thinks you're a looser. Jazz frowned, beginning to walk away ashamedly. Talk to him about it later.
"'Unleash your Dark Side at Circus Gothica'?" Spectra frowned at one of the posters that had somehow gotten mixed up in her papers. "You must have accidently sorted this in with all our paperwork – getting a little tired, Jasmine?"
Jazz mumbled a little about it being seven o'clock and that she hadn't stopped since morning.
"What's up, Jasmine?" Spectra grinned over the top of her glasses at her exhausted student as the two of them were staying back long after school had ended. "Is something bothering you?"
"Well, yeah." Jazz frowned. "I can't believe my brother thinks I'm a looser. We've always been... kinda close, you know." She sighed, her head down. "I need to talk to him and see what the matter is, but I don't know exactly what to do."
"I do." Spectra's eyes narrowed. "You've got to be tough with him. "You've got to be a little mean to him. Make him admit to what he's done, and don't be afraid to stand up to him if he threatens you." Her grin stretched even wider.
"Why would Danny threaten me?" Jazz's eyebrow arched. The idea of Danny hurting anybody he loved was like imagining everybody naked: it made her feel strange and uncomfortable indeed. "Danny's my little brother. Even if he could hurt me, he never would."
"I'm not saying he would, Jasmine." Spectra straightened up a few papers. "That's just my advice for dealing with a troublesome pre-pubescent 14-year old boy. You've got to be tough to be mature about it, and you've got to do it as soon as possible; tonight would be good."
"...I see..." Jazz admitted uncertainly at length.
"Then that's great!" Spectra jumped up. "You can see how much I'm teaching you, Jasmine. Now, go out there and be the mature, responsible adult I'm trying to teach you to be!"
As soon as Jazz left, Spectra transformed into her ghostly alter ego and followed invisibly behind.
"Danny?" Jazz called out as she got back. There was some sort of noise in the living room, and Jazz prayed that he would be asleep again.
He was not.
"Hey, Jazz." Danny smiled at his sister from over the top of his laptop; he seemed to be in a much better mood than she anticipated. "Tucker and I managed to remove most of the embarrassing photos of me in the baby suit off the internet... he still won't give me that one from his phone though."
"Where's the flour baby?" Jazz quizzed.
Danny's grin grew wider. "Sam has it. Isn't that awesome!"
Tonight would be good. Jazz cleared her throat. "Danny, we need to talk."
Detecting a serious tone in his sister's voice, Danny closed his laptop and placed it to the side of him, looking up at her with a steady expression that gave Jazz the go-ahead for talking.
"Spectra wanted me to talk to you about what you feel about me." Jazz started. "I know you spoke to her today."
"Yeah..." Danny smiled softly. "I tried to get to the point but I guess I rambled a little."
Wait, was Danny blowing it off like it was no deal?
"Danny, listen to me." Jazz crossed her arms, raising an eyebrow. "You know those aren't nice names, and I'm sure Spectra said this but I'll reiterate it; I l-"
Danny's expression was unreadable "You mean, everything Spectra said was true? You really do think that?"
"Of course I do, Danny." Jazz frowned. "Is that such a surprise?"
Standing up suddenly, Danny raised his arms above his head, adopting an incredulous expression. "Yes! Jeez, Jazz, I knew you could be a little bit of a fink at times but I never knew you were mean. I thought we were-"
You've got to be a little mean to him. "Well, you thought wrong! You're my brother and you always will be, but-"
"Just stop talking." Danny sounded oddly hurt, like she had upset him. He turned away "I'm glad you've gotten that off your chest."
Jazz placed a hand on her brother's shoulder. "Danny, how did I manage to upset you? All I said was-"
Danny shrugged off his sister's hand, and turned around, furious. His eyes were glowing green, and if Jazz didn't know him better, she would be very scared at this moment. "Looser! Baby! It's bad enough getting bullied at school, I don't need it at home!"
Don't be afraid to stand up to him. Jazz's heart twisted – her brother admitted it himself. He really did think that she was a looser and a baby. "Danny, if you think like that, you're a very... selfish! Selfish individual. Do you know how much I do for you!"
"Selfish!" Danny's eyes blazed. "You, of all people, should know that I am not selfish! You think it's fun falling asleep in classes like a baby? You think it's fun bringing home bad reports like a looser?" He paused to draw a breath. "No! I am not selfish, Jasmine. I don't think you know how much I do for you."
"Well, fine then!" Jazz growled. "Be like that!"
"I'm fine with that!" Danny retorted.
"So am I!"
"That's great that you are!"
"Indeed it is!"
Danny paused, awkwardly, his eyes losing their green glow. "Fine!" He added.
"Yeah, fine!"
"I'm leaving now!"
"Fine!"
"Fine!"
Jazz paused. "Just go, Danny."
"Uhh, yeah. I'll do that... But not because you told me to!" Danny turned around, still looking straight at Jazz when he missed the doorway to the kitchen and slammed himself into the wall to the side of it, toppling over onto his back with a rather surprised yelp.
"Danny!" Jazz knelt down next to him, extending a hand. "Are you alright?"
"No." Danny didn't look at her as he waved her hand away and got to his feet himself, holding the side of his head a little tenderly. "But you can't help me anymore."
Spectra cackled to herself when she heard those lines, listening to the argument with her sensitive hearing from the top floor, out of range of Danny's ghost sense. "Ah, family arguments. It's music to my ears!" She rubbed her hands together. "There's only one more thing that will throw those two off my tail in time for tomorrow; a little ghost chasing!"