'This is AMAZING', Jazz thought to herself, unable to speak for the breathless view of her home town stretching out below her in the early evening light. She vaguely wondered how she felt like a valve of a adrenaline had been pumped into her veins when she couldn't feel her heart beat, but for a few blissful seconds, she really didn't care. She felt like the world belonged to her, if only for a short while, and it took her almost a half hour before she calmed down enough to start looking around for any ghost activity. She didn't notice the movement of a weapon and a target following her from one of the rooftops below.

"So," she said to herself, "do I just circle around until I find something? Or do I–" A bright red, ectoplasmic blast suddenly hit her, knocking her out of the air with a scream. Still not used to her new state of being, she'd hit the roof of one of the larger buildings before she could go intangible or resume floating.

After a few moments, she sat up with a hand on her head, slightly dazed. "Or do I wait for them to come to me?" she muttered darkly to herself, finishing her earlier thought.

"Who are you, and why are you here?" a harsh, female voice addressed her, causing her eyes to shoot upwards. A figure in a mauve suit and helmet hovered over her on a floating surf-board type vehicle with two rockets strapped to either side. She also had a large weapon set on her shoulder, with a laser set between Jazz's eyes. The new half ghost couldn't help but gasp.

"I...er..." she choked out, "I'm here for a friend. I'm helping him out for a while..." Well, it was true. She considered Danny to be a friend after all...although she didn't know if he reciprocated.

The girl pushed her hover board closer to Jazz, with the weapon still trained on the blue-haired specter. "'He' wouldn't happen to be the ghost boy..." She asked carefully.

"Er..." Jazz searched desperately for something to say. Should she give that kind of information away?

"You know," the other girl prompted, "Inviso-bill...who desperately needs a publicist." Jazz couldn't help but snicker at the comment, and covered her mouth with her hand.

"I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks so," she replied, suddenly feeling more welcome with the girl...weapon or not.

The ghost hunter cocked her head. "So you do know him?"

Jazz nodded. "Yeah. He's...a...close friend." The girl contemplated Jazz's words for a few moments before lowering the weapon.

"Well," she sighed, "he did do me a favor a while back, so I guess I can–" A large figure cut her off by ramming into her back, sending her crashing onto the barren rooftop along with her hover board, almost on top of Jazz. "AAAAA!" Both girls screamed as the pink-clad frame crashed. She looked almost as clumsy and unceremonious as Jazz had felt with her own crash earlier.

For the second time that night, Jazz caught her breath as she regarded the large ghost occupying the space where the ghost hunter girl had previously hovered. His skin gleamed like metal, and he had a mane of green fire running down the back of his neck and head that matched his small beard. He looked huge...almost as big as her father, but with more muscle.

"I have you now!" he bellowed in a deep voice, followed by a booming laugh.

"Skulker!" the ghost hunter growled. Jazz was sure if she could see the other's eyes behind the shaded glass on the helmet, she'd see an extreme amount of anger and frustration, not that she blamed her.

"Of course," the metallic ghost grinned menacingly down at the two teens.

"What do you want?" The girl stood defiantly.

Skulker's grin widened. "Why, what I've always wanted...your pelt!" He suddenly produced a large ray gun from somewhere, and aimed it at them.

"Oh, gross!" Jazz said before she could restrain herself. Skulker immediately turned and regarded her with his free hand resting on his chin. Jazz mentally kicked herself. It suddenly occurred to her that when she'd picked up Danny's powers, some personality traits (like talking before thinking) had probably come with them. That worried her for some reason, although she didn't have time to think about it right now.

"Who are you?" Skulker asked. "I haven't seen you around before. Are you another halfa?" Jazz and the ghost hunter exchanged glances before looking back at the ghost.

"A what?" they voiced at the same moment.

Skulker shrugged and waved a hand through the air. "No matter. I shall have you both!"

"Um, no!" The girls said simultaneously, and then looked at each other. Jazz smiled, and felt sure the other was doing the same, even though she couldn't be sure. They thought so alike, that it just seemed...funny.

Just then, an idea popped into her head. 'It might work,' she thought to herself, 'but...oh no...' she shook her head before winking at the other girl. The pink helmet cocked to the side in question as she watched Jazz stand up.

"Now, shall we go?" Skulker had taken out another gun to point at them, when he realized Jazz had moved.

Jazz took a deep breath. 'I can't believe I'm doing this,' she thought to herself, before putting on her best flirting look.

"You know," she said softly, "I love the big, metal muscle look." Skulker looked nothing short of totally shocked. "And the green, flaming hair? Wow," Jazz fanned herself with her hand, using the gesture as a distraction to take out the Fenton Thermos, so only the ghost hunter girl could see it.

"I...er...uh..." Skulker stuttered, obviously not used to this kind of attention. Jazz could hear the ghost hunter snickering behind her, but continued as if she hadn't.

She took a step forward, "You know," she smiled slyly, "You don't always have to threaten or catch someone to get them to go with you." At this, Skulker's eyes widened, and he shut his mouth with a clank. A pleased smile appeared immediately after, and Jazz forced herself to continue forward.

"I'll have to meet you in the Ghost Zone sometime," she said with a slight pout, trying her best to accentuate her thin frame with each movement. She feared it wasn't working very well, but he seemed to be falling for it.

"Well, what's wrong with meeting me here?" Skulker asked. She took the lid off of the thermos, and felt it charge up.

"Because," she said with a sigh and took out the thermos from behind her back. "You don't belong here." His smile disappeared immediately.

"NOOOOO! " the ghost yelled as his form was absorbed into the cylindrical container. "You're in league with the Ghost Child! I know you are!" He managed to yell at her before she clipped the lid over the top, and shut it off. The girl behind her suddenly broke out into laughter.

"That was great!" she said as she walked over to the halfa. Jazz grinned at the slightly smaller girl. How old could she be? Jazz wondered. "So," the mauve helmet bent down to look at the thermos that the blue-haired teen still held in her hands. "Where did you get that?" Jazz smiled and shrugged. What the heck?

"From Da–er...Bill," she replied.

"How close are you?" the figure straitened and put her hands on her hips. "Is he your boyfriend or something."

Jazz cringed. "Ew! No! He's my brother." The other girl stared at her for a few moments before she spoke up.

"I didn't know ghosts had siblings..."

"Er..." Jazz said, suddenly realizing the awkward and uncomfortable situation she'd placed herself in.

"Look, I gotta go, okay?" She said suddenly. Then, with a smile and a wave, she launched herself into the air. The ghost hunter took a step back.

"Oh...er...right," the hunter girl replied. "Bye?"

Valarie felt totally confused. How many ghosts really were the "bad guys" she'd always thought they were? She could only shake her head as she watched the ghost girl disappear into the night.


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