Okay, just a few brief words from me-
First and foremost, I am so sorry for taking so long to update- I have been busy with school and I do have a life (not much of one, but hey). Thank you so much for being so patient, and thanks to all my great reviewers- you had some wonderful ideas that I tried to add in the best I could. I hope you all like it so far, and I will add more in the future. Also, I had originally tried to make Crocker seem much dumber than he actually is- I thought it would be fun. I am glad you actually thought I stayed true to the character- that was a nice surprise to hear that.
Secondly, I removed my e-mail address from here, because I do not appreciate having my life threatened if I do not finish the story. I received multiple e-mails like this, and you know who you are. I also know that they all came from the same person- next time don't always spell the same words wrong and put commas after every four words in each of your letters. I'm not stupid, and it doesn't make you seem more "grown up." Hopefully, you were just being immature and didn't know any better, so I'll let you off for now and attribute it all to a lack of intelligence AKA: a "brain fart". (I am a very forgiving person) Just DON'T DO IT AGAIN or I won't write anything. I suppose I should feel flattered that you like my story enough to… threaten to kill me if I don't finish it? You better not have been serious, or I will report you next time. Well, I'll let it slip for now, and I do intend to finish it for your information. Have a nice day.
Well, with that out of the way, here is the next part! YAY!!! I finally got to writing it!
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(So let's rewind just a little)
"Oh my gosh!" Sam, Tucker, and Timmy cried as Crocker's van was pulling away with Danny and Jazz in tow.
"We have to do something NOW!" Tucker exclaimed as both he and Sam turned to each other.
"Yeah, but first we have to tell Mr. and Mrs. Fenton what happened!" Sam answered as they turned towards the Fenton residence and started to run as fast as they could, leaving Timmy looking somewhat bewildered in their wake.
Oh no, Timmy thought. I have no idea why Crocker thinks Danny's a fairy, but I have to do something right away. "Hey Cosmo, Wanda! Crocker's gone, and you don't have to hide anymore. Come on out." He waited the few moments it usually took them to reappear in front of him, but they did not. "Guys?" Still nothing happened. "Oh no!" he suddenly remembered Skulker. Had he captured his godparents? He looked around some more, and his theory became more realistic when they were nowhere to be found. Unfortunately, he couldn't remember anything that would help. "This is terrible!" he cried and ran off to find Sam and Tucker, since they were the only ones who probably could help him.
"Hey, where'd the ice cream man go?" Tootie asked as she stepped out from the house clutching some money in her hand that her mother had given to her. A bit disappointed, she noticed Timmy running down the street, then he turned a corner. "Hey Timmy, wait up for me!" she called as she ran after him, but he didn't hear her.
"Tootie, honey!" she heard her mother call from inside. The little bespectacled girl stopped, turned around, looked back towards the direction Timmy had run, then turned back towards her mother and ran inside.
"What is it mommy?" she asked rather impatiently.
"Did the ice cream man leave already?"
"Yes. He didn't even wait for me!"
"Aww, that's okay dear. I guess it is better not to have any ice cream in the morning anyway. By the way, you didn't clear your breakfast plate from the table. Please do so before you go out to play."
Tootie nodded silently as she watched Timmy disappear from view as she gazed after him from the kitchen through the window. She sighed quietly to herself, and rinsed her dishes off in the sink before placing them in the Baxters' dishwasher. At least her horrid sister was gone and was occupied with other things. She handed the ice cream money back to her mother and sadly went back into the guestroom she was staying in, took out a diary, and started writing more poetry to her beloved Timmy Turner.
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"MR. AND MRS. FENTON!!!" the two teens yelled at the top of their lungs as they pounded on the front door of the Fenton residence. A small, cylindrical device with a glowing orange light extended out from the peephole in the door, and a mechanized voice shouted rather excitedly, "Ghost directly ahead!" Then, after it moved from Tucker to Sam and back again scanning the two of them, it stated in a rather disappointed tone (for a computer) "Oh, never mind."
Jack Fenton opened the door a bit hastily with an anxious, toothy smile. He seemed even more excited then the computer's voice had been. "There was a ghost?!"
"No, that thing says that for just about everyone who comes here, dear," Maddie said as she approached her husband from inside. "I really need to get around to fixing it."
"Oh, I should have asked that repair guy who was here this morning. Apparently there was a problem with the telephone wires, and he just came and fixed them a little while ago."
"There was a problem with the wires?"
"Well…"
"Will you PLEASE listen?" Sam and Tucker yelled to quiet their bantering. Maddie and Jack looked up at them, somewhat startled.
"Something terrible has happened!" Tucker exclaimed.
"Danny was kidnapped by some psychotic maniac and Jazz is hanging on for dear life on the back of his van!" Sam said quickly and in one excruciating breath.
Maddie and Jack stood petrified. "Are you serious?" they asked.
"Would we lie about something like this?!?" Sam said a bit angrily.
"I just saw him sleeping in his room when I got up this morning," Jack said as Maddie ran up to see if he was there.
"He came out earlier to help me with something," Tucker said quickly as Maddie bolted back downstairs.
"Neither of them are here!" she said. "And Jazz never came back from the bagel store! Oh my god honey, we have to call the police! I'll do that, and-"
"-And I'll start up the RV!" Jack said in a hastened tone and ran off to start up the Fenton Family Ghost Assault Vehicle. "No psychotic maniac is gonna get my children!"
"Thanks for telling us, kids- we're going out to look too. What did the van look like?" Maddie asked.
"Well it transformed from an ice cream truck to a black van," Sam said.
"It transforms? Oh great," Maddie said sadly. "That will make it tougher to find, but thanks for the info kids," she said as she ran to call the police. She came back a few minutes later. "The police are going to look for them as well," she said as she thanked the two and ran out to join her husband in the search. "Don't worry, kids," she tried to say, but Sam and Tucker could tell that she was very upset.
"Don't worry honey," the group could hear Jack call from outside. "I brought the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick just in case!"
A few seconds later Sam and Tucker could hear the RV pulling out of the driveway and roaring down the road.
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Panting heavily from running so fast to catch up, Timmy half knocked on/half fell against the Fenton's door as he watched the strange metallic RV speeding away down the road. It was promptly answered by the two teens who didn't give the computerized ghost scanner time to pop out and examine the little boy.
"Oh, it's you," Sam said. Timmy could see her eyes had become glassy. Both she and Tucker were obviously on the verge of crying. She gestured for Timmy to come in and he complied.
"What's the big deal?" Timmy asked. "Danny can just phase himself out of there- he can just transform himself into a ghost and come back, right?"
"Wrong," Sam explained. "The netting he got tangled up in prevents him from phasing through it. He has already been trapped in the same stuff before."
"He can't escape," Tucker said sorrowfully.
"Well that hunter ghost took Cosmo and Wanda. I am going to try to get them back, and when I do, I'll just wish Danny back!"
"I think the netting would prevent magic from affecting its contents," Tucker said.
"Oh you're probably right, especially since it was invented by Mr. Crocker."
"So how did you say you knew him anyway, Timmy?" Sam asked.
"He's my crazy teacher who's obsessed with capturing fairies," Timmy said. "I don't think he'll hurt Danny- just freak him out a little at most. He should be fine- he's no deranged killer if that's what you're worried about."
"Are you sure?" Sam asked.
"Yeah- I've known him for a while. He's harmless."
"Well that's good- sort of," Sam and Tucker said in unison and they each heaved a sigh of relief.
"Well you said Cosmo and Wanda are gone too?" Sam asked. "Well we have to get them away from Skulker. The police will deal with Crocker if he is as harmless as you say he is. Hopefully they will catch him before the Fenton's do- they'll go easier on him!"
"Yeah- true," Timmy chuckled. "So where do you suggest we start?" he asked. "I have to get them back, but I have no idea where they went!"
Tucker and Sam turned towards the portal that led to the Ghost Zone- it glowed an ominous green as if beckoning them to enter, but it still left them with an icy feeling- both literally and figuratively. "Skulker must have taken your godparents back to his lair in the Ghost Zone. That would be the logical place to start looking." Tucker said. "To the Specter Speeder! Oh, and I call dibs on driving."
The three piled into the Specter Speeder, and Tucker sat down at the controls. Sam pushed him over. "I will be driving. You and Timmy buckle up." The two did as they were told, but Tucker noticed a look of apprehension on Timmy's face.
"I'm scared for them, you guys," Timmy told them quietly.
"Don't worry Timmy. I promise you we'll get them back."
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Vlad Plasmius peered at the strange specimens in the cage in front of him. They were like nothing he had ever seen- no spirit resembled the two creatures he saw huddling together in front of him. They seemed somewhat drowsy, and were fighting to stay awake- apparently the energy from Crocker's net was making them tired.
"Would you look at that," he pondered aloud to himself. "They have wands, wings, and crowns. Could they possibly be fairies? If they are, imagine the possibilities- I could be all-powerful!"
Hans immediately realized the severity of the situation and leaned as far out of his cage as possible so that he could talk to Vlad. He didn't know who Vlad was, but he knew he felt obligated to protecting the fairies, and didn't want them exploited. He also felt bad about threatening to eat them earlier, and felt he owed them something. Hans hadn't changed completely back to being human either, and his face was still a furry grayish color and his eyes were glowing that supernatural golden color as he called to the red-eyed apparition floating freely before him.
"Nah, those aren't fairies," Hans told Vlad. Vlad turned and raised an eyebrow.
"So what are they? Well first, answer me this; what are you?" he asked.
"I am a verevolf" Hans said in his thick German accent.
"That's funny, you look like a furry kid to me," Vlad chuckled.
"Vell, laugh at me if you vish," Hans retorted coldly as the last of his fur disappeared replaced with pale skin and his eyes became the bluish-green color that was natural to his human form. "But those are not fairies, and I vouldn't get too close if I vere you."
"Why not?"
"You've never heard of dese two before? They're tricky little devils, and rumor has it that Skulker was planning on using dem against you."
"WHAT?!?" What are they?"
"Vell, dey are spirits dat assume da form of your deepest desires. It is deir special and unique power that Skulker prizes dem for."
Vlad eyed the boy with astute reservation, however he backed away. "Prove it."
"Um, okaaaay…" Hans said nervously as he tried to think of something else to say. "Psst, you two, wake up!" he said to them. Wanda hadn't completely fallen asleep and had overheard the conversation, so she woke her husband. Vlad pushed Hans's cage close to theirs, and Hans winked at her. She understood immediately (being as sharp as she was) and whispered something to Cosmo who hadn't been aware of what was going on. In a poof, the two became pink and green squirrels again. "Mmm! I haven't had squirrel for breakvast in a long time!" Hans said as he licked his lips and pretended to be really hungry. Cosmo darted to the opposite end of the cage, but Wanda stopped him and they stood there staring at Hans.
"So you're telling me that your deepest desire is a squirrel to eat?" Vlad asked.
"Vell, vhat do you expect verevolves to eat? Ve only get ghost mush here, which I can't eat since I'm not dead yet." Hans said with a malicious smile. "And I'm starving."
"Okay, you've proved your point. I suppose they would assume the forms of Maddie and Daniel Fenton for me because those are my deepest desires, but explain how Skulker was going to use that fact against me and why he even would do it in the first place?"
Thinking quickly, Hans responded. "He doesn't like you, it's dat simple. He was um, going to have dem assume da form of dese two people of whom you speak when you got near enough to dem, and den you would go after dem instead of the real people. I assume he uh, though it vould be funny. He vanted to publicly humiliate you or something when you found out the truth."
"Oh really?" Vlad said as his eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?"
"I overhear Skulker ranting to himself all da time," Hans replied with a shrug.
"So, he thinks he'll make a fool out of me, huh? Well we'll just see about that. I assume they were in the form of fairies because Skulker wanted to capture some so badly?"
"You got it."
"Thank you wolf boy, you have been a great help to me. Just for that, I'll set the three of you free. You can eat them if you wish."
"I can't really eat them, they're ghosts, ja know," Hans said with a smirk.
"Ha ha!" Vlad chuckled. "You're a clever boy, I'll give you that. You would even make a great apprentice, but that spot is taken already by young Mr. Fenton, soon to be young Mr. Masters. I'll leave it up to you to decide what to do with those two then. You'll have to find a way back to the world of the living on your own though, for I must leave now. Thanks again for the information, boy. Remind me to get you some real squirrels to eat," Vlad said as he released Hans. "You can let them out if you wish, I just don't want to get too close to them, you know."
"Sure, bye! Go plot your revenge!" he called as he freed the two tiny fairies, who woke up instantly. He decided to tuck away the netting which didn't seem to disappear here in the ghost zone, into a pocket in his pants, just in case.
"Wow, that was genius, Hans!" Wanda exclaimed. "Do you really eat squirrels?"
"Nah, I can't stand dem," Hans replied with a snigger and smiled at the two.
"Well thank you, Hans," she said.
"It's the least I could do."
"Oh my gosh, Timmy!" Cosmo blurted. "We have to find him!"
"Yes, but first we need to find our way out of here," Wanda said. "Jorgen hasn't gotten on our case yet about another human learning of our existence- I guess that means we can help each other since you are half werewolf, Hans," Wanda said. "I wonder if he has even woken up yet."
"Great, but before we leave, don't ja think we should free everyone else here?" Hans inquired as he glanced sadly at the desperate, moaning spirits.
"YIPPEEE!" shouted Cosmo as the three went around releasing all the unique, imprisoned spirits. They each flew happily from Skulker's lair as their cages were opened by hand- magic had no effect on objects in the ghost zone.
"This is fun!" Cosmo said gleefully after pulling open a cage door.
"But hurry up," Wanda said. "We don't know how long we have before Skulker comes back. We also have to find a way to warn Danny and his mom about what Vlad is planning."
Hans nodded in agreement as he opened another cage and watched a very thankful ghost fly out.
"The exit is over there," it gestured and flew in that direction.
"Thank you!" they all said.
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"We are so lost," Sam said. "We've never been to Skulker's lair before, and the Ghost Zone is infinitely huge- it goes on forever! By the time we find the place, we'll be about ready to reside here ourselves. Ugh- that's a scary thought."
"Can we ask for directions?" Timmy asked.
"Uh, no." Tuck responded quickly. "The last time we did, that ghost dragon girl tried to kill us!"
"Well, that's a comforting thought." Timmy said sarcastically, but his mood became more somber. "So, they're lost forever?" he said a bit more sorrowfully. Sam and Tucker saw tears welling up in his eyes.
"Well we will try everything we can Timmy. Maybe we'll have a stroke of luck-" Sam was cut off as a very familiar spirit floated in front of them. Timmy saw that she was quite beautiful, and carried an ornate bottle in her hand.
"Desireé!" Tucker exclaimed. The spirit floated beside the speeder, but couldn't touch it- humans could not be touched by anything in the Ghost Zone.
"What is it that you desire? Truly you must want something…"
"Yes!" Timmy cried. "You grant wishes too?"
"Whoa there, Timmy!" Tucker said. That's Desireé- she grants wishes, but they come at a price- you have to be careful what you wish for, or she'll make things turn out for the worse. I learned that the hard way."
"We don't want help from you, Desireé!" Sam called and steered the speeder away.
"Wait, maybe you can ask her for directions at least," Timmy said.
"Yeah, it can't hurt, I suppose," Sam replied. "Hey Desireé! Do you know where Skulker's lair is?"
"Yes, I do."
"Well, can you tell us where it is?" she said in a frustrated tone.
"I could," she said maliciously. "But why would I want to tell you?"
Timmy was getting angry. "You mean you won't even help us? This stinks! I just wish Cosmo and Wanda were here to…"
Desireé's eyes widened and an evil smile crossed her face. "…And your heart's desire is my command," she said as she waved her hand and swirling green smoke enveloped them.
"Wait, no! I didn't mean to actually make a wish for you! I was just stating a fact…" Timmy cried as Sam and Tucker took cover under their seats, not wanting her spell to affect them. "Wow, I guess I'm so used to making wishes that I don't even realize I'm doing it anymore." When the smoke cleared, Desireé was gone, but two all-too familiar characters were taking the place of Cosmo and Wanda. "Oh no!" Timmy said as he glanced at the bluish forms of Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda, who upon realizing they were free from Fairy world, bore very malevolent grins that would have put the Cheshire cat to shame.
"Well well, we are free from that ghastly prison in Fairy World, my dear," Anti-Cosmo said to his wife as he adjusted his spectacle and took a sip of tea from a cup that had magically appeared in his hand. His refined British accent took Sam and Tucker by surprise. "I dare say, we should start some mischief."
Anti-Wanda was of course munching away at a sandwich and answered him with her mouth full, which made her stupid-looking expression appear even more brainless. "Yeehaw! Y'all better watch out now, ya hear? chew chew "We're back!" chew chew. She flapped her bat-wings happily as she blissfully finished her sandwich.
"Wait!" Timmy thought aloud. "It isn't Friday the 13th, and we didn't see any black cats, ladders, or anything. What gives?"
"Well, you're exactly right! It isn't Friday the 13th, but yet here we are," Anti-Cosmo said. "Tally ho!" he shouted and lunged for the group with his wand raised; Sam, Tucker and Timmy screamed as all the mechanical instruments on the dashboard started to spark, and the Specter Speeder started to lurch violently back and forth.
"Well, this is some rotten luck," Timmy said as he braced himself and readjusted his seatbelt.
"I dare say I shall concur, my good fellow," Anti-Cosmo said as Anti-Wanda poofed up more sandwiches and started throwing them at the humans.
"Who are they?" Sam asked as she caught a hurled sandwich and ducked under the path of another. It splatted against the windhield.
"Hey, that one was roast beef!" Tucker said. "You WASTED a roast beef sandwich! You…shall…PAY!" he cried as he was hit by a barrage of ten more, and a control panel exploded next to him. "Eh, never mind."
"They are anti-fairies, and they bring bad luck. They are the exact opposite of Cosmo and Wanda. Every fairy has an anti-fairy, but they are usually imprisoned in Fairy World by Jorgen; but they can usually escape only on Friday the 13th."
"Well we better find the real Cosmo and Wanda soon!" Tucker and Sam said as they dodged the flying sandwiches and tried to keep the speeder under control.
"I warned you about making a wish with Desireé!" Tucker yelled as the Speeder lurched backward. Anti-Cosmo and Anti-Wanda were laughing wickedly.
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Jazz stared at her brother tied up in the glowing purple netting that he had been captured in. He was trying desperately to move his hand into a certain position.
"What are you doing?" she asked him as the van accelerated.
"I'm trying to… ah, there it is!" he said as he found the gap in the netting that he could fit his fingers through.
"Can you rip that?" Jazz whispered hopefully.
"No, unfortunately I can't." Danny whispered back, but rolled over to his sister, being careful not to lose track of where the tiny hole in the netting was. He just needed to get a little closer, and Crocker helped him out with that as the van reeled through traffic and he was thrown against his sister. He felt her leg with the tips of his fingers that were outside the net, and as she braced herself, he briefly turned himself intangible while he touched her. She instantly felt her body turn cold and light as smoke, and in the moment she was intangible too, the handcuffs slipped through her wrist and off her. Danny let go and in about a second, she was back to the way she was. It had happened in a blink of an eye.
She sat in surprise when she realized the handcuff was no longer around her wrist. "Danny, what is going on?"
"Um, our luck just turned in our favor," Danny said quietly.
Jazz sighed. Why doesn't he just tell me? "If you want my help to get out of here, you're going to have to tell me the truth," she declared. (Of course she knew already, but wanted to hear it from her brother)
Danny had known he would have to tell her his secret if he wanted her help, but he decided to keep it simple. He was a little upset as he tried to find the words to explain to his sister. "Um, you know that accident in the lab?"
"Yes…" Jazz said slowly. She couldn't believe he was really going to tell her.
"Well, it gave me the ability to do that."
"Oh. Well that's uh, great. Is that's all? You can't fly like a ghost or do anything else?" she looked at him knowing that he wasn't telling her the whole truth. He gave her an odd, questioning look, but maintained his story.
"Well, um, heh heh, I got you out, didn't I?" he said. "Pretty cool, huh? Please don't tell mom and dad. Hey, you're not freaking out- you're actually handling this better than I thought you would."
Jazz sighed. "Yes it is, and I won't." She wasn't happy that he still didn't completely trust her, but she accepted what he had told her- after all, how could she not? They were in the back of some guy's van who was apparently teetering on the fine line of insanity. That explanation would have to do for now, and he had said something to her about it at least. "I kind of had a feeling about something," but she stopped, not wanting to give away any more of her knowledge right now. She changed the subject. "So what can I do to help?"
"Well, I saw he double locked those back doors after I had kicked them open before, so I doubt we'll be able to open them again from the inside. I could phase you out the bottom when he stops next time but I can't go with you…"
"No, absolutely not! I won't go without you."
"Okay then. Well, he told me that cannon- (Danny gestured to the metallic object visible in the passenger seat) has a little generator in it that keeps the energy that makes up this net stable from a given range. If I get too far from the cannon, this netting will disappear. So if…"
"If we get it back here, you can phase it out the bottom of the truck, it will land on the road, and when we get far enough away, the net will vanish and we can escape!" Jazz finished happilly.
"Yeah, provided Crocker doesn't notice us trying to get at it."
"Okay, it sounds like a plan. I'll try to grab it when he isn't looking and bring it back here." Jazz said.
"It won't be easy to be that stealthy," Danny warned. "Especially since he's right there."
"Oh don't worry."
"Hey, what's going on back there?" Crocker asked. Jazz returned to where she had been and pretended to still be handcuffed to the side of the van. Crocker didn't notice her little maneuver.
"Oh nothing," she said.
"Well, Ms. 'vehicle inspector,' don't be messing with my FAIRY!" Danny and Jazz both rolled their eyes.
"Oh don't worry, Crackpot"
"WHAT?"
"Er- Crocker. He's fine."
"Good." He turned and continued concentrating on the road.
"I wonder why he even had those handcuffs," she whispered. "Well, wish me luck Danny." Her brother nodded as he watched her creep up to the front of the van and crossed his fingers.
Ever so slowly Jazz made her way to the front. She was quiet as a mouse as she stealthily made her way to right behind Crocker's seat. She could see the glinting end of the rifle-sized cannon just about a foot and a half in front of her. (A/N- yeah, I'm American) If she could only reach it. She extended her arm slowly towards it, and about halfway there, Crocker turned on the radio- she snapped her arm back, and both she and Danny held their breaths as they listened to Crocker start to sing along with the music (badly). She waited until she knew he wasn't looking, and tried again. This time, she felt the end of it, and closed her hand around the barrel of it. She slowly lifted it. Now it would be hard to slip it out of his line of sight; but she was amazed she had even gotten this far without him noticing anything.
Almost there! Yes, she thought she would be home free, when the van hit another bump, and she dropped it- the metal clang it made when it fell grabbed Crocker's attention immediately, but Jazz grabbed for it again anyway. His eyes narrowed in surprise and anger and he grabbed the other end of it.
"Hey! That's mine!" he shouted as he pulled.
"Watch the road and hold the steering wheel!" Jazz shouted as she grunted from pulling it so hard. Crocker didn't seem to hear her.
"Give it back!" he cried. "It's miiiine!" he growled as he pulled the other direction, but Jazz didn't let go. Danny gasped as he felt the van accelerate, rather than slow down.
"Let go!" she snarled as the van started weaving and darting in and out of traffic. Horns blared at them, but Danny couldn't completely see what was happening from his position.
Oh no! If I don't let go, we'll crash, Jazz thought, and released it.
"Aha- got it!" Crocker cried as he recoiled, but this action caused him to completely lose control of the van. Danny and Jazz were tossed violently backwards as the van slid across the road, and neared the edge of a cliff. Jazz knew this area well, having driven around here before. She knew one could look over the edge of that cliff and see a highway overpass below. Under that was another road that was not as busy, but they were both a good way down. She pulled herself up and realized they really were about to go over the ledge.
"Danny! We're about to go over the cliff! Do something!"
Danny knew he couldn't make something as big as the van intangible without first transforming into his more powerful, alter-ego. As he was debating this fact in his head, he realized that he'd rather reveal his bigger secret to his sister than to see her dead- duh! (The logical choice, of course.)
"DANNY! DO SOMETHING!!! I KNOW YOU CAN!" he heard her screech with fear as she saw the edge right in front of them, and their vehicle showed no signs of slowing down fast enough. He knew what he had to do. He concentrated with all his might as two blue energy rings moved over his body while he was still inside the netting. They transformed him into that well-known white-haired, green-eyed ghost, Danny Phantom. He still couldn't phase through the net, but he reached his gloved fingers through it, and focused everything he had on making the van and everyone in it intangible. He succeeded as the van threw itself over the edge, and both Jazz and Crocker felt that cold feeling right before they felt themselves as light as the air itself. The van flipped over in the air, but then miraculously righted itself as Danny closed his eyes and focused on keeping it intangible. A thought then crossed his mind- they would keep falling through the ground even after it came to the bottom. He'd have to stop it before then.
Crocker was screaming, Jazz was frozen with a mixture of fright and relief, and Danny was more focused then he ever was in his life. He felt them phase through the over pass, and he yelled for Jazz to hang on (If one is intangible, yes they can hold onto other intangible objects- it's a rule of ghost physics). She held on as Danny made them all go back to normal, and the van 'gently' crashed down onto the road beneath the freeway, and rolled a few inches before it heaved and came to a stop.
Jazz and Danny breathed a sigh of relief that they hadn't been killed, and Danny had made sure that not too much damage had been done to the van, considering the distance of their fall. Once they had all gone intangible, the van had become lighter, and was thus falling slower when they had landed. Jazz let out a cry of joy as she glanced at her now ghostly brother. She had only seen him in this form one other time, and she was glad they were all alive, (or half-alive, in his case). "Danny, are you okay?"
He groaned, but answered, "Yes."
She looked over to Crocker, and saw that he had been knocked unconscious when they had landed- he must have hit his head against the steering wheel. She checked his pulse and saw he was still alive and would probably wake up soon. She pulled him into the back, and after finding the handcuff keys in his pocket, opened them, and attached him to where she had been before. "That should keep you out of trouble," she mumbled as she locked the cuffs and tucked the key into her own pocket. She eyed her brother, who was glowing and semi-transparent, when the two rings appeared around him and transformed him back to normal. She jumped with a start, but smiled when Danny opened his eyes and smiled at her. She winked at him, then climbed into the driver's seat.
"Can you start it?" Danny asked.
"Well, we'll see," she replied as she turned the key and the engine started right up. "Well, what do you know?" she said as she pulled it to the side of the road and stopped again. She then grabbed the cannon from next to her, opened the door and climbed out. She crossed the empty street while the loud noise from the cars on the busy overpass leading to the freeway made her somewhat uneasy. However, she walked up to the bottom of the cliff and smashed the cannon against it over and over as hard as she could. Inside the van, the net vanished from around Danny, and he jumped up and stretched his arms and legs which were now very stiff. He stepped carefully over Crocker's unconscious form, and climbed out the way his sister had (through the front door). He walked up next to her as she continued slamming it against the rock. It was so dented up that he could barely recognize it from the pristine rifle-like device he had seen earlier.
"I think you killed it, Jazz," he said with a smile.
His sister stopped, dropped it and gave him a huge hug. "Oh Danny, thank goodness! You saved us, you know, and I won't tell mom and dad your secret.
Danny backed up a little. "Um, thanks Jazz. I didn't tell you that I was half ghost before because I, well-"
"You didn't want us thinking you were a freak, you didn't want mom and dad experimenting on you, you thought it was your responsibility to keep us safe, shall I go on? By the way, I've known for a while. Did you honestly think I wouldn't recognize you when you saved me from Spectra at school? I'm not stupid."
Danny didn't seem that surprised from this information. "Well, thanks for being so understanding."
"I'm your sister, that's my job. Now we need to completely destroy this thing," she said as she held up the beat-up cannon.
"Not a problem," Danny said as he threw up his arms and transformed back into Danny Phantom. Jazz couldn't help but be impressed even though she had already seen him do it before. He floated up into the air. "Throw it up here," he told Jazz, who complied. Danny fired an ectoplasmic energy blast at it, which was so hot, the metal melted immediately, and the molten machine fell to the ground and cooled into a blob of steaming, liquid metal. Danny floated back down. "I'm sure dad can recycle this when he builds his next invention," he said with a grin.
Jazz picked up the blob once it had cooled, and placed it in a cabinet in the back. She climbed back into the front and started the van again. Danny phased through the roof and landed in the passenger seat, where he transformed back into his human self. (He was still in his pajamas despite the fact that it was now afternoon.) Jazz pulled away and headed for home. As they drove onto the overpass to get onto the freeway, they found themselves stuck in standstill traffic. "This is okay, we'll get home eventually," Jazz said as she sat back and Danny looked around.
"Hey, there's the zoo! I've never been to the city zoo coming from this direction before."
"Yes, you and your friends worked hard on that gorilla research, but let's just focus on getting home now."
"Hey Jazz, thanks for everything," Danny told her after a brief but awkward silence ensued her statement.
"Hey Danny, thanks for everything," she added. The two siblings chuckled as the traffic started moving a little.
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Well, there ya have it- let me know if ya liked it or didn't. The next chapter is coming shortly. Suggestions? Criticisms? Go for it.