It's been a couple of hours since Danny left, and all seemed quiet. No loud crashes, explosions, or even the angry howls of a pissed-off pop star. Surprisingly it was peaceful in the Fenton works for the first time in what seemed to be ages or even for that matter. She managed to finish her report and spent most of her time listening to music on her laptop while she shopped for new, more physically inclined clothing for her new job as a ghost hunter.

'I better check on her.' She thought to herself as she looked at her door. 'It's been too quiet, especially for her.'

Jazz backs out of her seat and heads for the door. Then she realized who she was dealing with and what she remembered about wounded animals, fight or flight. Ember might be wounded and spitting out harsh remarks, but who knows what that medicine might have done to her in a couple of hours for a full-blooded ghost vs. what it does for a half-breed.

'Better have this on hand.' She thought as she took the pistol and holstered it in the small of her back.

Jazz crosses the hall and cracks the door to Danny's room, where she sees Ember tossing and turning in bed. It appeared she was having a nightmare by the troubled look on her face as she thrashed in bed.

"Stop... Please- SSSSTTTTOOOOOPPPP AAAAAAHHH!" Ember screams as she storms out of her slumber. She breaths heavily and grabs her wounds as the pain reminds her where she is and what happens to her.

"Ember!" Jazz shouts, "Are you ok?!"

"Wha?... Who?" She mumbles, resting her back on the bedboard. "Shit... I'm still- Wow- I'm fine. Fine uh..."

"Jazz." She replied. "It's Jazz. I'm Danny's older sister."

"So that's why you look like dipstick a little," Ember says as she lets out a dying snicker as she tries to catch her breath. "I remember you. You can't sing at all. You tried crashing my concert when Kitty, Spectra, and I took all the boys away."

"Oh yeah, you're doing fine." Jazz says, giving her a dirty glare. "Remember you're talking to someone who knows just as much as Danny about Ghost Hunting. Don't think I won't just throw you in the thermos and shoot you back into the Ghost Zone."

"Geez, Red, I'm only giving some constructive criticism," Ember says, trying not to get thrown into that stupid thermos of theirs. "Besides, Why would you want to do that. I'm kind of on hiatus from rocking the world and you with my greatest hits."

"Because I don't trust you." Jazz says flatly. "You've tried to kill my brother multiple times and tried to turn my family and me into a power source for some undead brat."

"Oooh, harsh," Ember says approvingly. "It wasn't personal if that helps. Youngblood hired me to help him, and frankly, it was beneficial for both of us. As for dipstick, well..."

Jazz throws her upper body over Ember and pins her to the bedboard. "Look here, ghost," Jazz says, threatening her. "If this is some trick to harm my brother for Vlad or whoever might have hired you, I'll make sure when we send you back; you'll be a puddle of goo."

Ember was immature, but even she knew when to stop being a hard-headed bitch. "Easy Red. I'm not working for anyone, and Vlad stopped contacting me because of 'reasons.' Guess he preferred cheaper mercs. Creep has pictures of this Maddie chick everywhere."

"I know." Jazz said, embarrassed at the thought of Vlad's obsession over her mom. "That's my mom. Vlad is a bit of a fruit loop."

"A bit?" Ember laughs. "Understatement of the century. The dude is a total spaz too."

The two girls shared a laugh until Ember began to cough in pain. Jazz reaches for the medkit, but Ember stops her. "None of those pills, please. They gave me a serious nightmare. Worse than usual."

"Ghosts can have those?" Jazz asks, surprised.

"Yeah..." Ember says as a cold chill goes down her spine. "We're just like you; we were human after all at one point... Or at least I was."

"That's something I've always wanted to ask you; I mean ghosts in general." Jazz says with interest. "Who were you before... You know..."

"I don't trust you either," Ember says flatly. "That's something for me to know and only me."

Jazz doesn't press the issue. It wasn't a light topic to bring up, especially to an enemy of yours. "Then can you at least tell me about what woke you up? The nightmare?"

Ember sighs and looks back at the bandages and the medkit with the pills that took away some pain. After all this, she might as well try to show some gratitude. Hell, it might make Red go away and leave her be. "It's fuzzy." She replies. "I just remember a tall old man with a big gun. Then I remember running and the fire. That's all I remember."

"That's strange." Jazz says. "Nightmares are always strange. It's usually your mind trying to tell you something. Or trying to help you remember what your trying to forget."

"I'd rather not remember getting shot and left for dead in the Ghost Zone. Thank you." Ember says bluntly.

"Let's change the subject then." Jazz says after finding herself in a practical dead-end. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm better than before," Ember says positively. "Those pain killers helped out a lot. But it will take some time before I'm able to leave. I still feel the holes in my stomach."

"I bet." Jazz says with a blank expression. Secretly she enjoys the fact that she does feel those holes. No one hurts her family, especially her brother.

"I take it you're his keeper, right?" Ember asks her out of the blue as she looks over at a picture of Danny, Sam, Tucker, and Jazz tacked on the wall near Jazz.

"Excuse me?" Jazz asks her, a bit offended at the question.

"You know, his overprotective sibling." She says, clarifying herself as she takes the picture off the wall and glares at it with a strange expression out of the ordinary for her. "I already know you are just by the way you act. It's cute, and I respect that. I'm like that with Kitty sometimes, but usually, she does it for me. We gotta stick together out there in the Ghost Zone, you know?"

"Oh..." Jazz replies caught off guard at the question. "Thanks?"

Ember apologizes, "I'm sorry, Red. Things have just been rough for me. You're a good sister for wanting to protect your brother. Ugh, this so isn't me; these meds have to have a warning or something on them."

Jazz chuckles at Ember's attempt to backtrack and make it sound like the pills were doing the talking and not her. But she still had her doubts about her.

"I know when someone is a bit under the weather, and that's not it." Jazz says, calling her out. "You mean that, though? Honestly?"

Ember says nothing and crosses her arms to sulk. Jazz rolls her eyes and smile, "You don't have to say anything, Ember. Thank you. That's very kind of you."

"Yeah yeah," Ember says, trying to play off what she said. "Don't get used to it. I'm not hiding anything, and I don't want to fight either. I want to get better and get back to doing what I love."

"Just keep playing tough girl, Ember." Jazz says, teasing her with a smirk before changing the subject to something a bit more Ember-friendly. "So you and Kitty are close?"

"Very," Ember says with a smile. "She was my first friend when I got to the Ghost Zone. She and Johnny were from my time before we crossed over. So we click pretty well. At least her and I do, Johnny not so much." She looks at the picture and points at the goth girl next to Danny and Tucker. "What about you, Red? Do you have anyone besides your brother you're close to? A BFF, maybe?"

"Not really." Jazz answers truthfully. "I'm not really in touch with my generation."

"Neither is the goth bitch." Ember rudely says as she takes a sip from the cola on the table.

"Sam. Her name is Sam." Jazz scolds her. "And yes, she doesn't. But that doesn't make us friends."

"How so?" Ember inquires.

"Sam is an acquired taste." Jazz replies as she choices her words carefully. "We didn't start to talk until after you and the other two ghosts tried to take all the men away. However, I won't call her a friend of mine. She might end up being Danny's girlfriend soon if he realizes it."

Ember's heart froze slightly, and she tried to conceal the fact by keeping her mouth shut. "You don't seem too thrilled about it," Ember asks.

"No." Jazz says as she relaxes in her chair. "I'm not. But what do you care?"

"Just passing the time." Ember replies. "You're not half bad, Red."

"Likewise." She says as the sound of the front door opening and the voices of the gang echo upstairs. "Trying to warm up to me, huh?"

"No," Ember coolly says as she puts the picture down on the table. "Just trying to get to know my captors and pass the time."

Jazz shoots her a smirk, "You can check out anytime you like. We're not you're jailers."

The sound of the front door opening and the voices of the trio echo through the house. "Oh really?" Ember asks sarcastically. "Then the next time we chit-chat, don't be packing a heater," Ember says, pointing at Jazz and winking at her as the sound of stomping feet cut their conversation short. 'How did she know?' Jazz asks herself as a smirk forms on Ember's face.

"I'm not here to fight." Ember chuckled, "I already told your warden that." As she finished that sentence, Danny walked into the room. He's surprised to see Jazz in his room, let alone talking to Ember.

"Jazz?" He asks. "Everything all right?"

"We're fine, babypop." Ember replies for her. "I didn't know you had a sister. She a halfa too?"

Jazz wished she was more than anyone could ever believe. But Danny rolled his eyes and ignored the last bit of that comment. "I'll let you two talk. I'm going to make myself something to eat. I'm starving." Jazz says as she leaves his room and closing the door behind her.

"What did you do to make Jazz come in here?" Danny asks, cutting to the point.

"I had a nightmare," Ember replies truthfully. "Don't believe me, then you can ask your sister Red, babypop."

"You have nightmares?"

"Nightmares bad enough to warrant your sister bringing an ecto-blaster in here," Ember says with a smirk. "I don't blame her. She needs every advantage she can get with me, unlike you. But besides that, how was your time out of prison, warden?" Ember laughs and takes a sip of cola.

"Warden?" Danny asks sarcastically. "I'm not your jailer. I wouldn't consider this a jail at all, even with all the gadgets and weaponry laying around."

"Take it easy, phantom. I'm teasing you." Ember replies with a smirk. "These digs aren't bad, and your sister Red was good to talk to. You are lucky to have a sibling that's looking out for her. I just have Kitty and Johnny."

"You ok?" Danny questions her, putting his guard up. This didn't sound like the Ember he knew at all.

"Easy up, babypop," Ember says. "Can't a girl be herself without someone calling them a liar or thinking she's going to betray them? I may be evil, but I'm not a low life like that Plasimius guy."

"I wouldn't hold you in the same regards as him," Danny replies, making her raise her eyebrows. "Vlad is just a creep and a self-centered moron. You're neither of those. A bit wild, but not a Vlad at all."

"At least someone here is nice to me," Ember replies, smiling at Danny. She reaches out her hand to his and grasps it warmly. "Ugh, these things are getting to me. I know they are."

Danny looks at the pills and smirks. Frostbite told him that they didn't have a side effect in ghosts or humans. It is incredible how far they had come in the development of medicine. It was strange seeing one of his enemies like this. She was wounded in his bed and holding his hand with eyes that spoke wonders to him. He didn't have to press her for a thank you anymore after gazing into them; They showed a surprising amount of gratitude. This was a far cry from what he used to, and he wished that this peaceful Ember would last forever. Then he remembered what he and the rest of Team Phantom discussed. His expression changed, and he let go of Ember's hand.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to" Ember silences him.

"No... You're fine." Ember says calmly. "I shouldn't have. Just- Just don't tell anyone. Ok, Babypop?"

Danny laughs, "Do you honestly care what all those other ghosts think?"

"No! No way!" She lies in embarrassment. "It's those pills talking. I know they are."

"Keep telling yourself that, Ember," Danny says to her with a smile. "You don't need their approval, not for any reason at all."

Ember felt touched hearing that and smiled back at him. "Thank you, babypop. It means a lot, honestly. Your sister is sweet too; both of you are."

He chuckles, "Ember Mclain hasn't called me dipstick in hours and is giving out compliments."

"It's these pills. I'm telling you!" She laughs with him. Danny looks at his watch and realizes it's around one in the morning. He was surprised time has flown by that fast, but hey, time flies when you're having fun.

"Keep telling yourself that, Ember." Danny says in a low tone as Ember laughs before looking back at her and saying, "Look, I'm going to be downstairs on the couch with Sam and Tucker. If you need anything just call, ok? Do you need anything before I go?"

"No." She replies. "But one thing I got to ask you, dipstick."

"Had to throw that in there, didn't you?" Danny pokes at her. "Yes?"

"You and Red, I mean your sister, always been this close?" Ember asks him innocently. "She's your keeper, isn't she?"

Danny sighs and rolls his eyes. "We were little kids, yeah, But it's been making a come back. As for my keeper, No. I can take care of myself."

"You're lucky, phantom." She says with some envy in her voice. "You're lucky to have someone like that in your life."

"Hehe, hard to believe someone would say that. Especially you." Danny replies with a slight smile as he realizes what he has. "And it's Danny. Or whatever other nickname you can come up with."

"Hehe, whatever you say, Danny," Ember said. "She reminds me of Kitty. That's why. Overbearing and a little bit overprotective, especially over Johnny. Kind of like the goth girl over you."

Danny turns red with embarrassment. "Sam is just trying to protect me."

"Keep telling yourself that, Danny." Ember winks at him.

He smiles at her use of his own words. Danny walks out of the room and right into Jazz, listening in on the conversation between him and Ember. Jazz smiles, "You're a sweetheart when you want to be, huh?"

"Whatever," Danny replies.

Jazz laughs and gets to business. "She told me about the nightmare, A old man with a big gun and running. Then the fire. Any idea what she means by that?"

Danny thinks for a minute and comes up with nothing. "No idea. I don't know any older men with big guns. It sounds like something she encountered before she crossed over. Any details?"

Jazz shakes her head, "None. We pretty much talked about each other before you got back. She's not half bad, just rough around the edges. Do those meds have any side effects?"

"No, Why?"

Jazz snaps her fingers and smiles, "Right again! Yay! Even so, I can't completely take what she has to say at face value, but I can't say she's outright lying either."

"I believe her," Danny replies. "Her eyes. Her eyes gave her away. I'm sure of it."

"You do?" Jazz says, surprised. "I couldn't trust someone who's tried to kill me multiple times."

"I do. I still have some questions for Ember, and I can trust her, but does she trust me?" Danny asks both to her and himself.

"Ember's hiding a lot under her tough girl routine." Jazz adds. "But she'll open up."

"I hope your right on that," Danny replies with a smirk.

Jazz hugs him in response, "Thanks, little brother. I'm going to bed. Sleep well."

"Don't forget about the laser." Danny reminds her.

"How do you see that?!" Jazz exclaims.

A couple of hours pass, and Danny lays silently in a deep sleep on the couch in the living room. Sam and Tucker were laid out on the opposing settees in a deep sleep as well. It had been a long day of fun for these teenagers, and tomorrow brought more for them. It was 4 a.m. in Amity Park, and all was quiet; even the ghosts managed to not show up at the witching hour.

Then his ghost sense went off, awaking Danny. Instead of the sight of the annoying box ghost, the droning of Technus, or the arrogant smile of Skulker. The slim pale figure of Ember appeared with his blanket over her shoulders, covering her rocker attire stood before him.

"Danny? You awake?" She asks him quietly.

"Huh?... Wha?... Yeah, I'm awake." He yawned. "Hey! You're flying. That's great!"

"I know. I am feeling much better. But I'm still a little woozy." She admits. "I want to get some fresh air... Want to come with me?"

Danny snickers, "We're going to have to get approval from Warden Fenton. But I don't think he'll have an issue with it."

Ember rolls her eyes and laughs, extending her hand to him, "Come on, dipstick. This is my favorite time of night."

"Sure." Danny agrees with a smile as he gets himself off the couch and phases through the door so they wouldn't wake up Sam and Tucker. But Sam was already awake, and a look of angry took over her face.

"I can't let her be alone with him. That's asking for trouble." Sam says as she takes a portable Fenton Ray from the cushion of the couch. "I'm coming, Danny." She says as she walks out the door and into the night.