"Danny!" Tucker said as soon as he got on about 20 minutes later. "Sam said you were sick! Glad to see you around."

"Er...Thanks Tuck," he glanced over at Jazz and hopped off of the bed. "I feel a lot better than I did this morning."

"So what did Walker do to you?" Sam asked. Danny just shook his head.

"I don't know. I don't remember anything but–"

"Well we have to find out what happened!" Tucker interrupted. "Got to get all of your symptoms–" Sam cut in before he could finish.

"Oh, like they'd have ghost remedies ANYWHERE! I've looked! Most of it's just crap and–"

"Sam! Tuck!" Danny tried unsuccessfully not to scream. They stopped arguing and turned to look at him. "I have a problem!"

"Woah, Danny," Sam cooed as if calming a child, "Calm down. It's not like the whole ghost zone is after you again..." she blinked and looked at him suspiciously, "is it?" She added warily.

"No," Danny put his hand to his head in frustration, "not as far as I know".

"Well, you've beat Walker before."

"Yeah, but then I had my ghost powers," Danny pointed out. Sam and Tucker both stared at him as his words sank in.

"You don't have your ghost powers?" Sam asked, incredulously.

"No," Danny hit his head with his fist, and Jazz put a hand on his shoulder, trying to calm him down.

"He's right," she said softly, "he can no longer go ghost."

Jazz watched her brother pace around the room, and couldn't help but see how gaunt his face had become. He actually looked like he hadn't slept in days, despite the fact that he had woken up all of four times since yesterday afternoon. He also looked like he'd been through a momentous amount of stress and dread. Was that what it was like to loose who you were? She shuttered and continued to listen as Danny picked up the laptop and started carrying it around the room as he paced, talking to his friends. As she watched him, an idea suddenly came to her.

"You know, Danny," Jazz raised her finger, "we also got zapped by Dad's little invention yesterday too." Danny stopped and glanced bac at her.

"Yeah, we did..."

"What was the machine supposed to do?" Tucker asked, more serious than Jazz could ever remember the teen-ager being before.

"It's supposed to let humans think and feel what a particular ghost is thinking and feeling." Danny explained with a wave of his hand, almost causing his computer to go crashing to the floor.

"So it makes humans telepathic?" Sam asked.

"That's what I figured," Danny said. "But it didn't work, so I don't know why it affected me like it did! It's like I'm not half ghost anymore, but I still feel like I"m only half human! And it could still be something Walker did."

"Let's try a different approach," Sam said suddenly, "What do you feel when you go ghost? How do you do it?" Danny stopped pacing and looked down at the screen. Jazz found it incredulous that he had collapsed on the floor almost half-an-hour earlier.

"Well," he took a deep breath as he thought about it. "I don't know," he finally answered, and began pacing again. "I just do! I tell myself to go ghost...and I do..."

"That simple?" Jazz asked behind him. "Sounds like anyone could do it."

"Yeah, I guess," Danny rolled his eyes at her and turned back to his pacing.

"Even a dweeb like you?" Tucker asked.

"TUCKER!" Sam and Danny both yelled at him. He backed off immediately, and Sam took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before continuing.

"Well, describe what you feel," she persisted. Danny glanced at the wall and caught sight of his shadow.

"Well..." he faded off. His light wasn't on, and any light shouldn't be coming from behind him... He looked again, but saw no shadow. Shaking his head, he turned around.

"Well..." he began again, but stopped when he saw Jazz standing in front of his bed, where she had been the entire time, and promptly dropped the laptop. It hit the floor with a crash that neither teen really heard as they stared at each other with the same look of utter horror and confusion.

"Danny! Jazz!" Tucker and Sam were yelling at them, but they didn't respond. Danny could only look at his sister as she stood there. Her normally black shirt had turned white, her blue pants had turned maroon, as had her shoes and the band holding back her now blue hair. She blinked her neon green eyes and gulped, recovering first.

"Danny," she said softly, "My hair is blue." He literally saw all of her composure falter, and she grabbed a handful of her hair to thrust at him, as if to confirm what she was seeing. "Tell me," her voice raised, "WHY IS MY HAIR BLUE!"


Well, that's as far as I've gotten so far, so you guys are all caught up. ;)

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