"I-I-I..." Danny stammered, unable to get more words out. Jazz looked like she was about to be sick, almost as sick as her brother looked.

"Oh man," she put her fists to her temples and closed her eyes, willing everything away. "Oh man, oh man, oh man..." she kept moaning over and over again.

"I'm coming over!" they barely registered Sam's loud shout, and Tucker's agreement. They both just stood there, in shock, repeating themselves and stammering for several minutes. The slam of the door downstairs, however forced them out of his trance.

"KIDS! We're home! Is everything okay?" What color had been in Jazz's face left immediately, and Danny's jaw dropped.

"Not now," they both breathed.

"Kids?"

"Danny," Jazz panicked and went to grab him by the shoulders, "What do I– WOAH!" she yelled as she passed right through him, and landed on the floor.

"AAA!" Danny yelped at the unexpected occurrence.

"Ow," Jazz pushed herself onto her knees. "–do?" she finished her previous sentence, sounding miserable and totally unsure of herself, for once.

"Change back!" Danny couldn't take his eyes off of the door and the hurried footsteps on the stairs. "Tell yourself you're human!"

"I'm human!" Jazz repeated immediately, closing her eyes and concentrating. The two blue rings appeared around her waist, and in moments, she had turned back to normal, and not a moment to soon.

WHAM! Maddie threw open the door and rushed in, a look of worry on her face.

"I heard yelling!" she gasped, "are you guys okay?"

"Hey mom," Danny plastered a grin on his face. "Sorry for the scare. Jazz just tripped."

"Yeah," Jazz smiled from the floor, "I'm fine. Sorry." Maddie looked incredibly relieved.

"Good," she smiled down at her raven-haired son. "Well, I'm glad to see you're up and about." She walked over and ruffled his hair. His smile turned into a scowl. He hated it when people did that. "We'll see how you're feeling tomorrow before we send you to school."

"Er," Danny glanced back at Jazz, "okay. Thanks mom."

"Dinner's in an hour," She nodded at the two and walked out of the room. Both teens slumped visibly, their breathing hard and labored.

"Are you always that close to being caught," Jazz asked through her breaths. Danny chuckled mirthlessly.

"Usualy." He sighed and slumped back on his bed, looking as miserable as Jazz felt.

"This is bad," she closed her eyes, and tried to get ahold of the situation. It didn't work very well.

"No Duh," Danny grumbled.

"I..." Jazz looked at her brother. "Look," she said, suddenly taking charge again. "I know you're still sick, and we don't know if you'll get your powers back or not–"

"Probably not," Danny said, his tone extremely pessimistic.

"Well, until we know for sure, or know what to do about it..." she faded off. "Danny?" Danny's sour expression had melted into a look bordering on hopeful, if not happy.

"I could use a break," he said slowly. "I mean, you wouldn't have as hard a time balancing school work..." He looked up at her. "Would you take over for a while?"

"Take over what?" she asked slowly, not liking where this was going.

"Take over my patrol," he sat up and leaned forward eagerly. "If I could get truly get rid of my powers, I would. But it would put other people in danger...they need me. But if someone else could take my place, even if only for a little while..."

"Danny I–" Jazz started.

"Please!" He cut in. She looked down at his dull, blue and pleading eyes, and sighed. "Well, I do seem to have a lot more energy to burn lately," the teen said slowly. "I was up until three last night, woke up at six, and I feel great...well, physically." Danny's look had turned hopeful once again, and she couldn't resist.

"Alright," she said. "Unless we find out that it will be detrimental to you in any way..." He smiled and grabbed her arm, giving it a hug.

"You're the best!" he said. Jazz looked at him, surprised. That was the second time in less than an hour that Danny had shown any affection towards her. She couldn't say that she minded feeling close to her little brother, though. She liked to make friends.

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"Jack?" Maddie said as she walked down the stairs, "Is it just me, or are the kids acting strange?"

"Strangely," Jack corrected. Maddie glanced over at him with a raised eyebrow, and he shrugged. "If they are, it's probably a ghost!" Maddie sighed.

"Come on, Jack," she stepped off the stairs and folded her arms. "We already checked Jazz..." the older woman faded off, and looked back at the stairs just as she heard Danny shout "You're the best!"

"But..." Jack prodded her...both verbally and physically with the fenton fisher, which he'd had in his hands since they'd come home.

"But we haven't checked Danny," she said incredulously. "I didn't think it possible at the time," she tapped her chin thoughtfully, "but all of our equipment point to him. We always thought it was a malfunction," she glanced over at her husband worriedly, "What if it's not?" Jack got a glint in his eyes.

"We have to make sure he's not a ghost," he said with a grin.

"Right!" Maddie said. "To the lab, Jack!" She put her hand in the air, and lead the way to the basement.


Well, it's a little longer. ; Thanx for the reviews again guys. I love getting them, cratique or no (hint hint...more cratique).