Jazz's blood froze in her veins at her brother's words, and felt her face go several shades paler.

"What?" she squeaked. "What do you mean you can't go ghost!" Walker's grin widened as he continued to move towards them.

"I couldn't have asked for a better situation to finish gathering all of my prison's previous occupants."

"Danny," Jazz said slowly, her loyalty to her brother battling with the fear that had seemed to have taken permanent residence in her chest and stomach. She almost kicked herself for being so rash as to jump into the middle of this without a backup. Danny did stuff like that, not her. "What are you–" She began to ask Walker, but a slap from the specter that sent her careening into far wall cut her off. The world went fuzzy for a few seconds, and she put a hand to her head as the ghost turned his attention back to her brother.

"Jazz," Danny said, suddenly weak. Walker stepped between them, blocking her completely from view. Danny looked up at him shakily.

"You know what, Ghost boy?" Walker's grin never lost a centimeter as he leaned close to Danny. "You're mine now," he chuckled cruelly. Behind him, the red-haired human shook off her daze, and glared over at Walker's back, her aqua eyes flashing bright green for just a second, before she launched herself as quietly as she could at her parent's tool cupboards. "She can't help you now," the ghost gestured behind him, continuing his gloating. "No one can," he concluded, and with that, he reached forward to grab the teen.

"Wanna bet?" The white-clad ghost turned to see a large, torpedo-shaped bazooka, stainless steel and bright green aimed at him from Jasmine Fenton's shoulder. She smiled her own gloat at him as his situation hit him.

"NO!" he jumped to dodge, but not fast enough. Jazz's finger moved, and ectoplasmic goo hit him squarely in the chest, knocking him into the closed door of the Ghost Zone.

"Well, Waker," she grinned, "I'm sending you to back where you came from!" She put her hand down, and slammed her thumb onto the genetically locked red button that activated the Fenton Porthole. Then, she quickly put her hand back on the trigger as the large figure launched himself at her with a growl. He met the second blast of ectoplasmic goo half-way, and was knocked through the black and yellow door, growling at them.

"I'll be waiting right here for you, punk! I'll be here the next time you open this door!" Danny watched through heavy eyelids, barely comprehending the ghost's threat. Jazz set the bazooka down, and walked over to Danny.

"Danny? Are you okay?" As she neared him and knelt down he smiled and opened his eyes wider.

"You sounded like me," he grinned. She returned the smile.

"I did, didn't I?" She sat down, extending one leg, and resting her arm on her other knee. "I guess I've been hanging around you too much, huh?" Danny smiled and shook his head.

"Look," he pushed himself, obviously straining, to his knees, "I have to go talk to Tucker and Sam..." He tried unsuccessfully to stand up. Jazz leaned forward, offering support.

"I don't think so," she moved to her knees, kneeling beside him. "He obviously did something to you, and you need to rest. You can tell them tomorrow."

"But I can't..." he looked up at her, "If I can't go ghost, I have no protection. This town just lost their main protector against ghosts. I have to find out why."

"Danny you need to regain your strength. You won't be able to do anything, even if you do get your powers back, if you can't stand on your own."

"I can stand on my own," Danny tried to push himself to his feet, but staggered and fell. Jazz caught him. "On second thought, rest does sound good." Jazz looked at him again, worried.

"You're agreeing with me?" She bit her lip, "You must really be sick." Danny barely responded, but leaned heavily on her as he tried to stand.

"And help is good," he blurted, when he almost fell again, even with her help. His legs seemed so weak beneath him, that he felt more like some pudding ghost had turned the floor into Jello.

"Come on," Jazz said softly, "Let's get you upstairs." She put his arm around her shoulders, and they began their slow ascent up the stairs.


Thanx for the well wishes guys. :D I appreciate it, but I woke up sick, and decided to stay home instead. Feel loved.