Hello fellow readers. I'm back with the last chapter, and I warn you now, Danny and Jazz have a little language, so sorry if I offend you. To my lovely reviewers:

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Chapter Eight

Mending

There were two bright flashes of light and Danny became his ghost form, completely.

"No! You took the potion! I saw you!" Jazz's possesser accused, stepping back a little in angry shock.

Danny smiled. "Seeing is deceiving. I switched the potion with lemon juice. It was sour enough to taste like the potion and the perfect cover up. I figured out who you were when you made Jazz act different and then later on when my ghost sense went off when I was around you, before I took the potion, and I knew."

"No!" the Knight shouted in disbelief at the fact he'd been tricked. But he regained his composure and grinned down at him. "No matter. I can still defeat you." He pulled the sword from out behind him and there was a burst of light as he left Jazz's body and stood in front of him.

The Knight moved first, shooting out a blast of something silver at him. Danny jumped up and it missed, and hit the Knight with a powerful ecto-blast.

He reeled backwards, but remained on his feet, and Danny managed to knock him off his feet with a drop kick.

During that time, a figure began to move on the ground. She opened her eyes and look up at the scene above her, and saw her brother.

"He's okay!" Jazz exclaimed quietly.

A particularly hard hit to Danny sent him reeling back into the wall. He flew over to the middle of the room, searching hurriedly for the Thermos.

And he didn't see the Knight raising his sword.

"Danny! Look out!" Jazz yelled.

Danny gasped, looking down at Jazz. He was in his ghost form….how did she know-

His train of thought was cut off as the Knight's sword's power struck him. He smashed into the wall again, hitting his head against it especially hard. He crumbled to the ground, changing back to his human form, unconscious.

The Knight smiled triumphantly, his enemy defeated. He stared at Jazz and floated to the ground.

"I think I can use you…one more time," he said.

She tried to runaway, but he grabbed onto her arm. She struggled with no use to pull away desperately.

Jazz heard a noise behind her and saw the Knight suddenly sucked into a vortex of blue light.

Sam slammed the lid on the Fenton Thermos hard, breathing heavily.

"Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yeah, but Danny." Jazz rushed over to her unmoving brother.

He lay motionless on the ground, a trickle of blood running down the side of his head. The cut wasn't deep, fortunately.

Jazz sat him up and tapped his face lightly. He grunted and his eyes fluttered open.

He groaned and clutched the side of his head in pain. "What happened?" Sam came into view, sitting down beside Jazz, still holding the Thermos.

"Sam!" he exclaimed.

"Hey, Danny," she said sympathetically. In her other hand was a handkerchief. She pressed it gently to his head's cut.

For the first time, Danny seemed to notice his sister sitting beside him.

"Jazz, I- I," he tried.

"Danny, relax, I know you're a ghost. Even before that ghost possessed me," Jazz admitted.

"That information would have been useful earlier," Danny said, lying back down on the cool lab floor.

Sam laughed, something he suddenly missed.

"Hey, it's late." Jazz checked her watch and wasn't surprised to see it was eleven thirty. "We should clean you up and go to sleep."

"I'd better get home too. I've already freaked out my parents enough lately," Sam said, getting up. "I'll see you tomorrow, Danny." She waved and walked up the stairs.

He honestly didn't want her to leave, but he didn't say anything. She would probably never talk to him after this.

"Come on, little bro. Let's get you fixed up."

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"Ow," Danny complained, cringing as she applied pressure to his head.

"Don't be such a baby," she teased.

"Ow," he said again in mock pain.

"You know if you would quit squirming," she snapped.

"I was being sarcastic. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" he joked.

She punched him on the arm. He raised an eyebrow. "That was supposed to hurt?

"You want me to make it hurt?" she yelled.

He laughed and pulled away as she pretended to swing again, then cringed when pain shot through his shoulder. He glanced at it quickly. He knew it'd take a while to heal.

There was a moment of silence in which Jazz washed a blood stained wash cloth in the sink. She sighed.

"What?" he asked.

"It's just that, I wish you would have told me about your powers a long time ago," she explained.

"I thought you would tell someone, or think I was some kind of freak," he said softly.

"Danny!" she exclaimed, slightly guilty. She hugged him and pulled away, and he looked down, blushing a little. "Danny, look at me." His blue eyes finally met hers. "I could never do that. And not just because you're my brother. You are a hero Danny. You put other peoples' lives before yours and whether you're successful or not, try to save them, like you saved me. And no one deserves to be called a freak after that."

He blushed deeper, but still didn't look convinced.

"Listen to me. Some people do have problems with this. But Sam needs you and you need her more than you know. She'll come back to you. It might take a while, but she will."

When her brother's pretty blue eyes filled with sadness, she could tell this was a tender subject, and almost felt guilty about bringing Sam up. So she changed the subject hurriedly.

"I also wanted to thank you," she said.

"For what?" he asked, wondering what he had really done.

"I don't usually give you the credit for this, but you must know me more than I thought."

"Are you going to finish that thought or just tell me the end?"

"You could tell that I was different, when that ghost possessed me, even though he tried to do his best to be like me."

"Oh, that. Yeah, well, he wasn't as bitchy as you usually are."

"Yeah, thanks. I love you too," she said, laughing. She finally got him to truly smile, and it seemed to make a difference in what once was his exhausted, depressed facial features.

She clapped her hands together. "You're all cleaned up. We've got school tomorrow, we should probably get to bed."

He jumped off the sink and they walked out of the bathroom.

"Goodnight, Jazz. And thanks," he said sincerely.

"No problem. Just remember what I said," she said. He walked the four paces to his room and Jazz watched as the light flickered on, then two minutes later, off.

Feeling happier than she had in a while, even with the dreary events of the night, she walked to her room, but lingered in the doorway.

"Goodnight Danny."

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"Well, the "new girl" has vanished. It's the talk of the school," Sam said, wearing her usual Goth clothes. She smiled and pulled a strand of black hair out of her face.

Danny looked up from the ground where he was pulling out a Biology book from his bag to see her standing above him, looking at herself in his locker mirror.

Tucker cracked up behind him. "What is up with the inability for us to be popular for longer than five minutes?"

Sam smiled. "I don't know what you're talking about. You were never popular."

Danny burst into laughter, unable to hold it in. Sam smiled mischievously. Tucker laughed sarcastically.

The bell rang, signaling the end of the morning free period, and the warning bell for the first classes.

Tucker began walking to his next class, giving a small wave, to the only subject he didn't have with them, leaving Sam and Danny behind.

Danny shoved his bag into his locker and slammed it shut quickly.

"Listen, Sam, I'd completely understand if you don't want to hang out with me when I'm fighting ghosts. You've been through a lot. But I'd like it if we could stay friends," Danny began uneasily.

"And what? Miss the ghost power progress of Danny Phantom? No way," Sam said. Danny smiled weakly.

"Danny, I should be the one apologizing. I've seen worse. I shouldn't have reacted that way. I was just….in a bad mood I guess," she said.

"So, friends?'

"Now who said that?" she said, smiling.

"What do you mean?" He was confused.

"I think I'd like to take you up on your offer," Sam said. It took a while for Danny to catch on, but when he did, his eyes widened and he looked down, blushing. She took his hand.

"More than friends is more like it."

The End

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Ahh….teen love. According to Ember, she says it never lasts. Hope she's wrong. That was pretty sweet between Jazz and Danny, and then Sam and Danny, I liked it. This story also does not have a sequel.

Okay, please read and tell me what you think. Reviewer rewards will be posted in a week.

Lateraina Wolf