A/N: Okay! I'm soooooooooo happy! 13 reviews! YAY! I'm gonna take some time out of my schedule to thank you all! But first, this story actually takes place 21 years after the TV series. Sorry 'bout that.
And now, REVIEW RESPONSES!
purrbaby101: keep working on figuring out the message! You'll get there! Thanx!
Ghoster14: thanx! You're getting close, keep working at it! Thanx again!
Anne Camp aka Obi-quiet: just to let you know, the first chappy was supposed to be rushed. The book is from a hyper twin's POV, so she just gives you what you need to know. She'll give more detail later. I am having fun writing it, I just like to hurry to the plot sometimes.
Jackelyn: sorry, but you missed it a little bit. Keep working on it; you'll bet there!
Anomaly25: thanx! Interesting concept. You're really close, but no cigar. They probably will meet up with him, but you'll have to keep reading to see if Danny's still alive!
Kkwy: not quite. This chappy should help you figure it out, though.
Unlikely-to-bear-it: that is the main part in the letter, but that's not all that it is. Keep trying! I was hoping someone would comment on the OC's! Thanx! I was trying to make him sound hot, I'm glad it worked! Lol. Some of my friends agree with you on that. Cool. I unconsciously created a character that is like a real person. Neat! HERE'S YOUR POST!
wishing for rain: ohhhh, you're really, really close. Keep trying!
shepyt: interesting concept. It could be, but it's not. It is to help the kids save Danny (just wait 'til you see where he is ;)! ) The prize would be either a character in one of my books (btw: check them out!), a preview of upcoming chappies in any of them, OR I could dedicate a chappy to you.
Via: that has everything to do with it! Trust me, it was not an error. Thanx, and I continued!
Cheerin4danny: thanx! Neither can I! Lol. Is this soon enough?
teengirl27: not quite, but those are the most important words in the letter! Thanx!
Anom: almost, but not quite! Once again, those are the most important words in the letter! Keep trying.
konijnemans: you're getting there! Keep working on it!
Cool! It took two pages just to answer reviews! You guys made me sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo happy today! Thanx! Now, onto the story!
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"What do you mean, 'you're not sure'?" Cassie and Brad yelled at Alan and me.
I winced. Alan, being the older, over-protective, sometimes annoying, sometimes sweet, sometimes dense brother he is, put a comforting arm around me and said, "We don't know what it means yet," he grinned evilly, "but Mom does."
"But Mom doesn't know we saw all the stuff she tried to hide from us, snuck into her room, read this letter, and know it said something secret," I pointed out.
"Jazz, Gramma, and the Foleys might know something," Alan said. "And Brad could check the Internet on whatever we find."
"Let's do it!" Cassie, Brad, and I said.
"Great, but, it's gonna have to wait 'til tomorrow."
"Why?" I whined.
"Because we missed dinner in here!"
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Next day.
"Cassie, you and Brad check out your parents," I said. They nodded.
"We'll take Gramma and Aunt Jazz," Alan finished. "Get it?"
"Got it," Cassie and Brad said.
"Good," I said, "let's go!" We went in opposite directions, Cassie and Brad going one way and Alan and I going the other. Our first stop was Gramma Fenton. Grampa died around the same time as Dad did, so maybe we can find out what happened to Grampa. I asked Gramma, "What happened before Grampa died?"
"Well," she began, "before Jack died, the town was pretty quiet. No ghosts had attacked for a few years. Jack and I began to think more about how to get Danny back than ghosts. I thought Danny had been kid-napped, but Jack thought he had been blackmailed somehow into going with some rich, creepy, rich, evil, rich, dimwit. I didn't think he was right, though."
Alan and I stared at Gramma. Our jaws were hitting the floor. I couldn't believe it. Grampa was …right? But, Mom said Grampa was too oblivious to be right! Oh, well.
"Jack said he had heard something coming from Wisconsin on his long-distance Fenton Phones. Danny had one on him when he left. Jack said he heard Danny say, 'I'll never join you, Plasmius!' Then, another voice, probably Plasmius's, said, 'You have no choice, Sonny! My minions will kill your family if you refuse.' I didn't believe Jack.
"Then, one day there was a huge attack on the town. Jack and I went to fight back. Two of the ghosts looked familiar. One was older, with black hair, red eyes, fangs, blue skin, and a white suit and cape. The other looked to be in his twenties, with snow white hair, glowing greenish-yellow eyes, and an all-black labsuit and cape."
Our jaws dropped even lower, if possible. We knew the older one was Vlad Plasmius, but the younger one sounded like—no, that's impossible.
"Jack ran out to stop them, but they laughed. The younger one shot dark red ectoplasm at Jack. I hit him and went through his heart. The younger ghost laughed half-heartedly while the older one chuckled evilly. Jack died that day. The ghosts left soon after that. Does that answer your question?"
"Yes, Gramma," I said.
"Do you have any other questions?"
"No, Gramma," Alan said as we stood up to leave.
"Come visit anytime!"
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Alan knocked on Aunt Jazz's door. She opened it and looked at us. "What are you two doing here?" she asked. She looked worried. Probably because last time we came over without warning her, it was because we were beat up from ghost-fighting.
Jazz found out about Dad's powers when an 18-wheeler almost ran him over after a rough battle with Skulker and Vlad. He had gotten knocked out after fighting three hours straight. He woke up in the hospital the next day to see Jazz hovering over him saying how she knew about him ever since Spectra attacked. So, she knows about us, too.
Last time, we had been fighting Walker, who said something like, "If I couldn't have the punk, I guess his kids will do!" before attacking us full-force. We won, barely. We had crawled to Jazz's house (it was closest). She cleaned us up and let us stay the night.
"It's not ghost-related!" I said. "Well, kinda."
"Well?" she asked.
"We wanna know what happened to Dad and Grampa," Alan answered. Jazz looked around to make sure no one was watching.
"Come in," she said. We did. "Sit down." We did. "What do you want to know?"
"We want to know what happened to Dad and Grampa Jack," I repeated.
"Why do you want to know that?"
"We think Mom lied about how Dad died," Alan said. I always knew he was a poet.
"Okay, then. Let me see… Danny and Sam got married when they were nineteen. They had been married for two years before you two were born. Danny and Valerie decided to do shifts ghost hunting since Valerie had to watch her kids, Cassie, and sometimes Tuck. They'd switch every week: one week Danny would do the first and third shifts, and Valerie would do the second and fourth shifts; the next week Val would do the first and third, and Danny would do the second and fourth.
"Then, Danny started seeing Vlad everywhere—in the sky, on a house, in the mirror, at work, in the TV, in his…yogurt…. We, that is, Val, Tuck, and I, thought the ghosts had finally gotten to him. We thought he was just paranoid. When Sam told us she had seen him, too, we realized they were telling the truth. The thing is, Danny saw him all the time and everywhere, but Sam only saw him once.
"One day, Sam called me, asking where Danny was. I told her I didn't know. It was a month before your first birthday. We split up and searched high and low for Danny. We found him a week later, curled into a fetal position on a bench in the middle of the park." Alan and I looked at each other, remembering all the late-night ghost-attacks in the park where we'd end up sleeping curled-up on that same bench….
We snapped our attention back to Jazz, who, since she was used to our twin-stuff, had stopped speaking and was waiting for us to listen to her. When she felt she had our full attention, she continued.
"When we went over to him, he kept muttering about Plasmius and a blackmailing plan. We thought he was either being paranoid again or speaking about a dream. We never thought it'd be real.
"Then, three weeks later, that plan went into action. Danny was taken, and the only people who heard from him afterwards were Sam and Vlad. Sam was terrified. She didn't leave home for two weeks after Danny was taken.
"Two years later, Sam got a letter saying that Danny was going to kill himself. She cried for months. You two are the only thing that gives her the will to live. I don't want to think about what would happen if you two weren't here." Jazz was crying silently.
"Thanks for telling us about Dad, Jazz," I said. She nodded.
"Now," Alan said, "what can you tell us about Grampa?"
"Not much to tell," Jazz began, "but I'll try. After Danny left, Mom and Dad spent their time trying to get Danny back, seeing as the ghosts had left, too. Dad, showing a stroke of brilliance I never knew he had, really knew exactly what had happened to Danny. He tried to find a way to bring Danny back, but it never worked.
"Soon after Danny died, a ghost army attacked the town. Mom and Dad left to fight, but only Mom came back. Sorry, that's all I know about it."
"It's enough," Alan said.
"Wait! I can give you the day Dad died," Jazz said.
"When?" Alan and I asked at the same time. Twin-thing.
"It was on May 13, 2015."
I tugged on Alan's sleeve as we went outside.
"What?" he asked angrily.
"That date sounds familiar," I said. "I think I've seen it somewhere recently…."
"Let's check with Cassie and Brad."
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Our room, a 1/2 hour later.
I had pulled out the letters and started looking through them. Brad soon joined me.
"So," Cassie said as I reread a letter, "what did you guys get?"
"Grampa died on May 13, same year as Dad," Alan answered.
Brad and I, who were looking at the last letter Dad wrote, gasped.
"Hey, Alan," Brad said, "it wasn't just the same year as Mr. Fenton—"
"It was the same day," I finished.
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A/N: Think you can figure out the message now? Luv y'all! 'Bye!
