Yay! I get to answer more reviews:hug: To everyone reading this!

Just so everyone will know, I've heard Sam Madsen, Sam Manson, Sam Mansen and more that I can't recall off the top of my head...so you may or may not see one or all of those variations in my stories. Sorry about that.

Cheerin4Danny: Hope you like the speedy update. ;) You're the one BEGGING me for more. :hug: Thanx. Yes, your conjectures are correct. I'm sorry you don't have a Deviant account. There are some great Danny and LDS clubs/communities there...among other great clubs.

Oh, and for some reason, when I save these here on it'll blend words together (take out spaces), especially when I edit, so I'm sorry if that's a little distracting.

And one more thing: Evil Cliffies are my passion. My evil twin doesn't come out very much, except when I write...and then she takes over. :evil laugh: Bwahahahahaha! There are some chapters that don't have evil cliff hanger endings, but they are few and far between. Prepare yourselves now. ;)

NOW, to the Story:

Danny jumped and turned at her voice. She had forced on a fake grin that she hoped looked decently real, and stood there, half expecting him to bite her head off. Instead, he let out a breath when he saw her, but she noticed that his eyes had once again turned back to their original deep blue.

"Jazz?" he looked at her again, surprised. "What are you doing here?"

"I just came home, silly," she tried to laugh.

"Why are you so happy?" Danny raised an eyebrow.

"Oh," Jazz giggled, "no reason." Danny raised an eyebrow at her. She pretended to give in. "Okay, I'll tell you...but you have to promise not to tell anyone!" She giggled again, and grabbed his arm, dragging him down to the lab with her.

"So, what's this big secret?" Danny asked when they'd reached the basement.

"You tell me," Jazz said, her voice completely serious. "I just said that as an excuse to go somewhere private so we can talk."

"Oh," Danny said, a little confused. Jazz turned and faced him, her hands on her hips.

"I just overheard your little conversation."

"Oh," Danny nodded, confusion gone. "Right."

"What was that all about?" She watched her brother take a deep breath.

"Do you remember why he wouldn't talk to Dad?" He said after a few moments pause.

"Yeah," Jazz nodded. "A lab accident with a ghost portal in coll..." she faded off as she realized what he was getting at. Danny nodded at her expression.

"Yeah," he glanced up the stairwell behind him. "He's a Halfa too."

"A what?" it was her turn to be confused. Danny smiled.

"A Halfa is half ghost, half human," he shrugged. "It's what the ghosts call me."

"Oh...this is bad," Jazz said, tapping her lips. Danny nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it is. He's obsessed with having mom and me join him in taking over the world...by choice, so he says."

"Why does he need both of you?" she asked. Danny shrugged.

"I think he just wants us there. It's like he sees me as the son he never had." He couldn't suppress the shutter that traveled down his spine.

"And you can't tell mom and dad without exposing yourself, because he knows who you are," Jazz concluded. Danny nodded.

"Yeah. I can't beat him. He has 20 years and about as many powers more than me."

"Ouch," Jazz said and paused, tapping her lips thoughtfully. "Um, don't you think it's strange?"

"What?" Danny looked at her.

"The fact that he just happened to show up just when you're having problems." Jazz stated as if Danny should have seen it already. He ignored her tone, and rubbed the back of his neck absentmindedly.

"Yeah, it does. Do you think he sent the skates to me?" Jazz tapped her lips some more before shaking her head.

"I don't know, but it's a good possibility," she looked up as if she had just realized something. "Danny," she said softly, looking at him hard. "What would happen if he showed up when you're in ghost mode?" Danny shuttered again.

"I don't really know," he began, but Jazz held up a hand.

"No, you just don't want to think about it," she walked over and took his shoulders, looking him in the eye. "Danny, would you go with him?" Danny stared at her for a few seconds, before he had to look away.

"I think so," he whispered. "P.M."

"Huh?" Jazz let go, and he looked back at her.

"The note was signed P.M. Plasmius Masters." He sat down in one of the chairs, hitting himself on the head. "I'm so stupid!"

"We've got to find some way to get those off of you," she glanced at him. "They haven't loosened or anything?" Danny shook his head.

"I've been yanking at them all day, but it only hurts. It's like they're my skin now."

"So we need to find out what kind of ghost objects can fuse to human skin," Jazz said, thinking out loud. "Isn't there anyone we can ask about this?" Danny shrugged, still not looking up.

"Not that I can think of." Jazz rolled her eyes.

"You're not helping, hey!" she said suddenly, causing Danny to jump.

"What?"

"What about those two girls in the Ghost Zone...the ones we met when you were trapped there." Danny nodded, and focused once again on his sister.

"Clarice and Allie, yeah. They might know."

"Then what are we waiting for?" Jazz asked, opening the portal. "We'll take the Specter Speeder."