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"I hope this works," Jazz said nervously. "I don't like it here." She shivered and rubbed her arms. "This place gives me the creeps...it didn't before." She glanced around, "something's different."
"Yeah," Sam grumbled, "We know now that ghosts jerks live here. Selfish spoiled brats who will do whatever they can to get whatever they want." Jazz and Tucker exchanged glances, not pointing out the fact that Sam herself sometimes tended to act a bit spoiled.
"Let's just hope we got away before your parents saw us," Tucker commented. "We really don't want them popping up again like they did on you earlier." Sam and Jazz nodded silently in agreement, and they stood for several more minutes in silence.
Finally a sharp voice cut through the air around them.
"I thought I told you not to come back," Danny appeared before them, leaning against the gates and glaring at them. "I don't need my back-stabbing friends to come around again." Sam visibly tensed at his words, and was about to open her mouth in protest when Alesha appeared between them.
"They came, Danny," she said before Sam could voice her own thoughts, "because I brought them." Danny's cold look softened slightly, and he blinked in confusion.
"Why?"
"Because she-" Sam started, but Alesha turned and slapped a hand over her mouth.
"Let me tell him, in my own way, or you'll never get him back," she hissed and turned back to see an even more confused look on the half-ghost's face.
"What's going on?" He looked at the four facing him suspiciously, and not kindly.
"Let me ask you," Alesha gestured for the three others to come closer. "Can you sense me now?"
"Yeah," Danny sighed, "What's this all about?"
"I'll show you," Alesha looked around, and saw Jazz take a step up closer to her. Sighing, she went intangible, and jumped back into the 17-year-old. Jazz's warm blue eyes suddenly started to glow bright green and she turned to Danny, speaking in Alesha's voice. "Can you sense me now?" She felt like a silly phone commercial, but how else was she supposed to word something like this?
"Well ye-" Danny stopped mid-phrase and looked down at his mouth. None of the tale-tell blue mist came out of it. As far as he could tell, there were only the four of them standing there. "No...I can't..." He slowly looked into his sister's eyes.
"But then..." he started. Alesha, still inside Jazz, nodded solemnly.
"Vlad hired my brother and me to track you at a distance, get you away from your family and friends, and then basically drive you here." She looked down, a tear trickling down her cheek. "I don't deserve your forgiveness, and I know you probably hate me now, for putting you through what I did. But it was worth telling you. I couldn't stand to see you slowly killing yourself like you were." Danny listened to her, feelings raging a war that threatened to rip him apart.
"You mean...in New York..." Aleshanod wasbarely perceptible. "And my parents..." Again she nodded, "And Sam..." Danny turned to look at his best friend, to see her looking down.
"I would never say that to you Danny," she whispered.
"And I'm sorry too, man," Tucker piped up. Danny just stared at them, not sure what to say.
"Danny," Alesha stepped forward and out of Jazz, "these are your friends and family. They love you, and you deserve better than this place," she gestured towards the mansion. Jazz shook off a little dizziness, recovering from the overshadowing, but said nothing.
"I don't know what to say..." Danny said finally. "This is a really big chunk to swallow...I..." He broke off shaking his head. "I don't know. Part of me wants to forget everything and go back...but part of me just doesn't want to believe you." He glanced up at them. "How do I know you didn't bribe her or something."
"Okay," Jazz stepped forward at his words. "Let's say you decided we're all lying to you, despite the fact that we really don't have a reason to keep coming back if that's the case...but let's just suppose. So, you tell us we're lying, and we go home, promising never to come back. Where will that leave you? Trusting a man you know cannot be trusted over the friends and family you've known and trusted for years." She sighed and looked up, "except for these last few months, have you ever truly not trusted me? Sam or Tucker? Even Mom and Dad?" Danny looked down, biting his lip.
"No," he said softly. "I never really told them about me being ghost, because...well, guess I just..."
"You were ashamed that you were messing around with the porthole when they told you not to, and while they knew something happened, they never knew exactly what." Jazz supplied. Danny looked up and nodded.
"Yeah."
"Danny," Sam spoke up, "I'm your best friend, and I'm sorry for anything I said. I didn't mean it." She looked down, "I didn't know why you hadn't come over. I couldn't remember anything. I still can't. But I've gotten used to your ghost hunting, and your secret and...please come back. I could handle losing a friend to them moving or something like that, but to know that I was the one that drove you away...even if it wasn't really my fault," she shot a quick glance at Alesha, "It was killing me. To know that I caused you this pain..." She faded off and looked back at her feet, "I'm just so sorry."
"What she's trying to say," Tucker said, "is we want you back. I can't claim ignorance. No one was taking over my body when I didn't tell the whole story, but," he gulped, obviously treading on new ground. "Well, I'm sorry too."
"And I didn't tell mom and dad you were here," Jazz concluded. "They still don't know...and I won't tell them if you don't want me to. They kind of figured out on their own and showed up here when we weren't expecting them." She took a step closer. "Please believe us, Danny. Please come back." Danny looked into their pleading faces, and for the first time in months, the entire scene he had replayed in his mind evaporated, leaving nothing but mist. His mind felt light, like a thousand pound weight that had been dragging him down had suddenly vanished. He felt the slightest touch of a smile brush his lips. It would take him a while to get back into the swing of things, and undoubtedly, these last few months would affect the rest of his life. Things wouldn't be the way they used to be, but then again, they didn't have to be. To have a home, a place where he wasn't just wanted, but loved...his heart suddenly longed and ached for it.
He hadn't realized he'd tried to block the pain he'd had the last few months with an uncaring, numb void that he could already feel vanishing. He wanted to go home...truly home.
Biting his lip, he stepped forward, barely registering how silly he looked. Green eyes lifted and looked to the girl with a mass of red hair cascading down her back. As he stepped forward, Jazz continued to hold her hand out to him. He ignored it completely, and walked forward, wrapping his arms around her waist. He felt like a lost two-year old, but he didn't care. Jazz's eyes went wide when she realized he now embraced her, but the look was quickly replaced by tears and a smile of gratitude and thanks as she looked down at his white hair, now a stark contrast to her black shirt.
"I wanna go home," he whispered.
"How sweet," a deep voice sneered. Danny's eyes popped open...he knew that voice. Everyone turned to look at Tucker, who now regarded them with a look of disgust. This time, though, Danny looked hard, and he saw what he had missed all those months before, the one sign he had needed...for his best friend's eyes now glowed bright red.
Well, I've had a few poeple comment on my horrible spelling. sigh I know, it's really bad if I can still get errors in here after running it through editors and a word program. sigh But hey.
Celestial: I hope you like those stories. Thank you for at least considering my advice. I appreciate that more than you know.
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