Here is the finale of Spectra's 'episode' in Sibling Secrets! I have a couple of ideas for the next 'episode' but they need a little thought... so expect a little break (nothing like the huge absense I took recently) in the updates for this series, but I promise you I won't be long! For now, though, I hope you enjoy!

It was finally the end of English – and Sam was rather upset. Something was wrong with little Samiam. She seemed a lot less sturdy and a lot more floppy, and she had missed her scheduled cry. Something was wrong.

Her next lesson was near the front of the school, and as she had arrived early Sam waited outside the door, fiddling with her flour baby. It was as if a big chunk of flour had been removed, but she didn't have any holes in her... weird.

All of a sudden, there was a deafening boom, so loud that Sam dropped her flour baby in surprise. Picking her back up and apologising profusely, Sam opened the front doors of the school, to see a large ecto-green cloud, that looked distinctively like it was from an explosion. Sam felt herself gasp – it was simply huge, filling up almost the entire sky.

A black dot caught her attention. At first she didn't know what it was, but as it got bigger and bigger, Sam realised it was getting closer and closer.

Realising that she was in danger, Sam and her flour baby ducked underneath the school building's overhanging entrance, just in time to see a flash of black and white strike the ground just to the right of the concrete path, throwing up a mushroom cloud of dust.

An eerie ghostlike glow seemed to light the crater from within.

Sam's eyes widened. Depositing Samiam to the side, she tiptoed forwards, until she was quite close to the crater and the dust had cleared.

Sam's eyes widened. Danny Phantom rested right in the middle of the impact, arms and legs splayed out, his head resting to the side. One leg in particular looked very much broken. His green eyes were shut, and his white hair was matted and dirty. His jumpsuit was largely shredded in multiple places, and he had numerous cuts ranging in severity from a few scratches to a chillingly large gash on the side of his face, spilling a green ectoplasmic substance.

Sam kneeled beside the injured ghost. "Uh... hello? Danny Phantom?" Sam poked him in the arm. "Are you okay?"

There was no response.

"Sorry... standard question." Sam poked him again, before looking back at the fading explosion in the sky. That was no small boom.

Can a ghost die? Sam wasn't sure.

She looked back to Danny, but before she said anything else, she noticed something weird happening. The green ectoplasm was no longer a pure shade, but little red flecks were popping up. As she watched, more and more red flecks were appearing, until eventually it looked less like ectoplasm and more like... blood.

At that moment, something flashed around Danny's waist. Sam jumped back, and watched, completely perplexed, as two shining rings appeared and travelled up and down his body. Where they passed, the jumpsuit disappeared, to be replaced by a white and red t-shirt and blue jeans. His hair turned black, and his tanned skin paled.

Sam's eyes widened. She had suspected it before... but here was the solid proof. The solid proof that Danny Fenton was Danny Phantom.

His clothes were no longer ruined, and the gash on the side of his face was noticeably faded. However, his leg was still unnaturally twisted and his eyes were closed.

Sam reached over and poked Danny. He groaned in response. She let out a sigh of relief, but her mind was still spinning. What did this mean? What was her best friend – a human, or a ghost?

She didn't know anymore.

"Danny!" A shout came from behind her. "Danny! You're- uh... hi Sam."

Sam stood up. "Danny's alive." Jazz had to have known about this. "He's a ghost, isn't he?"

Jazz's eyes flashed. She reached down and picked up Danny's cold, unconscious body, slinging one of his arms around her shoulder and supporting him under the armpit. His broken leg still looked very much broken. "It's complicated. We need to cover for him before-"

At that moment, the Fenton RV veered into sight. It thundered to a halt, allowing Jack and Maddie to leap out of the front, onto the pavement. Both of them looked uncharacteristically fierce.

"We'll talk about this later." Jazz instructed Sam.

"Are you okay, Princess?" Jack rushed up to Jazz. "When you hung up, and there was an explosion, we were so worried!"

"Danny!" Maddie immediately noticed her son's sub-par condition, dropping her ecto-rifle to support Danny on his other side. "What happened to your brother, Jazz?"

Jazz stuttered, trying to come up with a last minute lie and failing. "well, uhhh... you see... thingy-"

Sam cut in. "Mr. And Mrs. Fenton, Danny was a hero! He took down a ghost, all by himself!"

"Really?" Maddy's eyes widened. "But-"

"I knew he had it in him!" Jack grinned widely.

"Yeah..." Jazz shot a grateful look at Sam, who nodded and slowly removed herself from the situation. "Unfortunately, the Fenton Glove got destroyed. We're really sorry."

Maddie shook her head. "We're only concerned about you two, sweetie. We can always rebuild another of those, but we can't build another you."

"That one was just a prototype, anyway." Jack added. "Next time, we'll add these cool claws, which'll rip anything in two!" His tone softened. "But, like your mother said; If we lost you... Shiverin' spooks, we just wouldn't know what to do with ourselves, Jazz. We love you so much."

Jazz grinned. "And I love you guys too." She frowned. "I think Danny's got a broken leg... perhaps we should go to the hospital?"

"What? Don't be silly." Maddie helped Jazz take Danny to the car. "I'm a trained first aider, and besides, the hospital bills are unreasonably high."

~Line Break~

Danny groaned, and opened his eyes. "Where... where am I?"

"Danny!" Jazz's face loomed over his. "You're okay!"

Frowning, Danny dragged a hand across his drowsy face. "I'm... in my bed? What- what happened?"

"The glove..." Jazz bit her lip. "I didn't know that they took out the bomb-proof mechanic. So you took the full hit." She paused. "You're... lucky to be alive."

Danny's eyes widened. "And I'm okay?" He tried to sit up, but immediately his vision swirled and he nearly passed out again.

"Whoa, Danny!" Jazz laid her brother back down in his bed. "You're not quite okay yet. You lost a lot of blood, and you broke your leg really badly. You've been out for an entire day!"

"An entire day?" Danny felt a chill going down his spine.

"The only reason you survived is because you were in your ghost form." Jazz paused. "Danny, if you'd have died..."

Danny, seeing his sister's eyes misting up, reached out to her and pulled her into a tight hug, not minding if he was still quite sore. "Jazz, it's okay. I promised you that I'd survive, and I did."

Jazz squeezed Danny a second longer, then let go. She had a slightly red face, but she had managed not to break into tears. Jazz smiled a little. "Indeed you did, little bro. You do know I love you so much, right, Danny?"

"I love you too." Danny grinned back. "I'm sorry if I treated you awfully these last few days. For the record, though, I never did call you a baby or a looser."

"Neither did I... I can't believe Spectra manipulated us like that. Also- uh..."

"What is it, Jazz?"

Jazz remembered that phone call she had received from Sam earlier that morning. Sam didn't want Danny to be told about her knowledge.

I'll tell him when he's ready.

"Nothing, Danny." Jazz rolled her eyes.

"Speaking of Spectra," Danny inquired, "where is she now?"

~Line Break~

Old, decrepit and ugly, Spectra was miles shorter than Skulker, who looked down on the woman like she was telling some sort of joke.

"Me? Be your assistant?" Skulker let out a booming laugh. "Over my dead body!"

"But... you are dead." Spectra pointed out. Skulker's eyes drooped, unamused.

A second later, Spectra was sent flying out of Skulker's island with one great kick from his mechanical boot. Spectra landed badly on a desolate rock, floating, lost, in the Ghost Zone. She picked herself up awkwardly, and sighed.

"If only I could find an assistant... but I am starved of misery, and I am nothing without my youth!"

A voice sounded from behind her. "Hey, pretty lady,"

She turned around, to see a short, stout, angry-looking little man, dressed like a butler with white hair and a white moustache.

Spectra's nose turned up; she thought he was most unattractive.

"My name's Bertrand... if I can be your assistant, can we go out... for coffee sometime?"

Spectra's frustrated scream echoed on and on in the infinity of the Ghost Zone.