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Our story begins, as usual, in the Fenton household, where Tucker is playing a video game on his PDA, as Danny and Sam look on with bored expressions.
"Come on, Tucker, let's go do something already!" Sam argued.
"Just a sec, Sam. I'm about to beat my all-time high score on Space Invaders!" Tucker said, his eyes not shifting from the tiny screen.
"You beat the old high score yesterday!" Danny said. "Maybe Sam's right, Tuck. You've been playing on that thing for a solid week. Have you even gotten any sleep?" he asked, concern in his voice, causing Tucker to turn away from his precious technology long enough for Danny and Sam to note that his eyes were very bloodshot. He then garbled out a series of words that, put together differently, would have actually formed a sentence.
"Sleep no need have Tucker!" he shouted.
"I mean, you promised to help me get these boxes out to the trash three days ago!" Danny said. "It's a wonder that stupid Box Ghost hasn't..."
As if to cut him off from speaking, the boxes started to rise, as an all-too-familiar ghost appeared in the air above the heads of the three friends.
"I am the Box Ghost!" the ghost said, with an evil grin on his face. "And your negligence to clean your room of these empty boxes has sealed your box-shaped doom!" he continued, before an empty cardboard box flew at Danny, doing absolutely nothing to him, aside from putting a bored expression on his face. Noting this, the Box Ghost then said "Ha ha! The empty box does nothing to you, eh? How about the box full of..." he trailed off, bending over and peering inside the box, then announcing the contents of it.
"...Paper! And a pair of women's undergarments!" he shouted, faux-menacingly.
"Women's undergarments?" Sam asked, her eyebrow raising slightly.
"I'll explain later!" Danny said.
"Ha! There will be no time for explaining later, my non-boxy nemesis, for I, the Box Ghost, will crush you with the combined power of boxes, paper, and a single pair of panties!" said the Box Ghost, tossing the loaded box at Danny. The box hit Danny, still doing nothing. "I have a pair of panties on my head." Danny said, not knowing whether to smile or incite the gag reflex. Then suddenly, a fishing line hooked onto the box, pulling it away, along with its contents.
"Who interrupts the vengeance of the Box Ghost!" the Box Ghost cried out angrily.
"Leave my brother alone!" came the very distraught voice of Danny's older sister, Jasmine, or Jazz, for short.
"You have taken my cardboard and tossed it aside like...well, I guess like cardboard. I shall return! Beware!" the Box Ghost said, floating through the ceiling.
"Are you okay, Danny? Sam? Tucker?" Jazz asked, and Danny and Sam noticed that she was wearing a fishing hat and fishing vest along with her normal attire.
"Whoa, what's with the goofy getup, Jazz?" Danny asked.
"Huh? Oh, this. I'm going fishing...fishing for knowledge." she said, eyes closed as she gave off a big grin. "Huh?" Danny asked, confused.
"It's a learning game Mister Lancer came up with. We're going to be educating the generation below us after school every day for the next two weeks. I just had to come home and get dressed for the part. So, anyway, are you guys okay?"
"Yeah." Danny and Sam said. Tucker just sat there, eyes glued to his PDA.
"Alright, see you later!" Jazz called, as she ran down the stairs.
"Man, nothing can seperate him from his PDA." Danny said. However, just after he said that, Tucker's PDA started smoking as it shorted out.
"OH DEAR SWEET LORD! NOOOOOOO!" Tucker shouted, at the top of his lungs, before dropping to the floor and sucking his thumb, for about three seconds, then he fell asleep.
"He'll be fine. Now start talking, Fenton." she said, her eyebrows raised. "What's the deal with the underwear?"
"I wish I knew myself." Danny said, before Jazz's voice called up from the bottom of the stairs.
"Thanks for finding those you-know-whats for me!"
Seconds later, two sounds were heard from outside of the Fenton house in succession: Danny's bloodcurdling scream of horror, and violent retching sounds.

Opening
He's a phantom!
Danny Phantom!
Yo, Danny Fenton he was just fourteen,
when his parents built a very strange machine!
It was designed to view a world unseen!
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom!
When it didn't quite work, his folks they just quit,
then Danny took a look inside of it!
There was a great big flash and things had changed,
his molecules got all re-arranged!
When he first woke up, he didn't realize,
he had snow-white hair, and glowing green eyes!
He could walk through walls, disappear and fly,
he was much more unique than the other guy!
It was then that he knew what he had to do,
he had to stop all the ghosts that were comin' through!
He's here to fight, for me and you!
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom!
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom!
He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's...Danny Phantom!

Title Death Wish

SubtitleNot Starring Charles Bronson!

Cut to school, where Danny and Sam were walking down the hallway, with no Tucker in sight.
"Man, Tuck's taking that whole PDA thing really hard!" Danny said.
"That's our Tucker, the techno geek." Sam said. "He'll get over it. I'm more worried about you."
"Me?" Danny said, a bit of red appearing on his cheeks. "Why are you worried about me?"
"Well, it might just be me, but doesn't it seem like Jazz has been the slightest bit overprotective of you lately?"
"What makes you say that?" Danny said, his left eyebrow arching.
"Well, there was that incident yesterday with the Box Ghost, then earlier when the Lunch Lady Ghost attacked and she just happened to be there, with a tube of that ecto-blasting lipstick."
"The one that moisturizes AND blasts ghosts?" Danny said, as if advertising it.
"That's the one." Sam said. "And have you noticed that she's always oddly had a reason for being there?"
"What about yesterday?" Danny asked, skeptically "Have you already forgotten about the unmentionables that were adorning your forehead?" Sam asked, her eyes narrowing as if she wanted to avoid the subject.
"Oh yeah. I lost breakfast, lunch and dinner from that experience. And it wasn't even dinner time!" Danny said, his eyes shut. "Anyway, your point?" he asked.
"I think she's trying to catch you in the act." Sam said.
"In the act?" Danny asked, his eyebrow arching again.
"Of going ghost. I think she might actually know your secret." Sam said.
"What? Come on." Danny scoffed. "There's absolutely no way Jazz knows about me being half-ghost!"
"Aside from the fact that she came to us asking if we saw you going ghost during that whole Spectra incident?" Sam asked, her eyes narrowing in boredom.
"She did! And you didn't tell me!" Danny shouted.
"Eh heh...sorry." Sam said, smiling sheepishly.
"Great, my sister's figuring my secret out." Danny said, his eyes narrowed in frustration.
"We don't know that for sure, right?" Sam asked, eyes narrowing in the slightest hop that Jazz hadn't figured out that Danny was a halfa. Danny's narrow-eyed wordless response made her sigh.
"So, I can't help but wonder how she started piecing it together." Danny said.
"Maybe it's from all those times you accidentally phased through various objects?" Sam suggested, a bored expression on her face. "What'd be so bad about her knowing, anyway?" she asked, shrugging.
"Are you kidding! Do you even have to ask!" Danny said, his eyes widening in anger. "I'll give you three good reasons. One, she's my sister. Two, she has access to me after school lets out. Three, and most important of all, she asks too many questions!"
"Good reasons." Sam said, looking at Danny with concern.
"Also, let's assume she DOES already know. Even though she hasn't asked me any weird questions since the Spectra incident, she could still let it slip. She does love to hear herself speak, after all. Imagine if she let it slip in front of our parents!" Danny said, panic evident in his voice.
"...I see your point. You might wanna walk on eggshells around her, Danny." Sam said. "Anyway, maybe you shouldn't think too hard about what might happen."
"Even though you brought it up?" Danny asked, his casual bored expression adorning his face.
"Right." Sam said, an identically bored expression on her face. "Anyway, as I was saying, since Tucker didn't show up for school today, I'm gonna take his homework to him when we get out today. Wanna join me?" she asked. "It'll take your mind off of this whole recent string of events."
"Crap. I can't. I just remembered, I gotta change the ecto-filtrator." Danny said, his eyes narrowing in frustration as he walked off.
"Wait...it's only been two months since he changed that..." Sam said to herself.

After the bell rang, Sam quickly made her way to Tucker's house, fearing the worst as she turned the knob. However, what she saw instead caused her to faint from the shock of it all. Tucker was smiling...and baking. He had prepared a very large supper.
"Sam? You okay...?" Tucker asked, after he rushed over to her and started waving his hat in front of her to speed up her awakening.
"Tucker...?" Sam said slowly, as she regained consciousness.
"That's my name." Tucker responded.
"Where are the tears? The agony?" Sam asked, confused.
"Why would I be in agony?" Tucker asked., equally confused.
"Maybe because your last PDA fried over at Danny's house?" Sam said, her eyebrows arched.
"That was the OLD Tucker Foley!" Tucker said, the smile not leaving his face.
"Old Tucker?" Sam asked.
"Yeah, it's strange. When I woke up this morning, I didn't care about any of the technology I have. Now I've decided to get into cooking! Care for a Garden Burger?" Tucker said, holding up a plate of Garden Burgers.
"Uh..." Sam said, putting on an uncertain grin.
"Something wrong?" Tucker asked.
"Did you say anything weird last night?" Sam asked.
"Let's see...'OH DEAR SWEET LORD! NOOOOOOO!', 'WHY DID IT HAVE TO HAPPEN TO ME!', and 'I HATE EVERYTHING!'. Though I could swear I heard Dad say 'I wish he didn't care so much about technology.'." Tucker said, deep in thought.
"He said 'I wish'!" Sam asked, shocked.
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure he said those two little words." Tucker said, then asked "Why?"
The two looked at each other for a few seconds, before exclaiming the cause of Tucker's lack of technology.
"Desiree!"

Danny was walking down the street toward his house, but as he crossed the street, he realized he was crossing while the cars were moving toward him. Before he could go ghost or leap out of the way, though, he could hear Jazz's voice calling out to him.
"Danny, look out!" she shouted, as she fired the Fenton Fisher, which hooked onto Danny's shirt and yanked him away. As he landed, his pissed off expression got his older sister's attention.
"Something wrong, Danny?" Jazz asked.
"Yeah. I could have gotten out of the way by myself. I didn't need your help, Jazz." Danny said, his expression still not hiding his anger.
"I'm just looking out for you. You're my brother." Jazz defended.
"Go look out for someone else in our family!" Danny shouted.
"Mom and Dad are adults. As much of a klutz as Dad is, he doesn't need to be watched out for. Danny, you're at a critical point in your adolescent l--" Jazz started to explain, but was cut off angrily by Danny.
"You always say that! What's so critical about it! Am I going to spontaneously combust or something!" Danny exploded in anger.
When Jazz simply stared on in response, he continued.
"Sam was right. You're way too overprotective of me! You're smothering me with your so-called 'protection'!" Danny said.
"But Danny..." Jazz started, before once again being cut off by Danny.
"You know what? Save it. God! Why can't you just die and leave me alone, for Pete's sake!" Danny shouted, then stormed off.
"Danny..." Jazz said, looking down toward the ground.
A voice behind her caused her to turn her head.
"I'm just going to interpret that as 'I wish you'd just die and leave me alone'." said the voice, evilly. "And so he wishes it...so shall it be!"
Jazz's eyes shrank back in fear, before closing as her now lifeless form toppled to the ground.

"Danny, are you in there?" came the voice of Danny's mother Maddie.
"What d'ya need, Mom?" Danny called back.
"Have you seen your sister? It's been three hours since school ended and she still hasn't come home!" Maddie said. "Not that I particularly care at the moment, but isn't she doing that after-school thing with Lancer?" Danny asked.
"Mister Lancer said she never showed up. I'm getting really worried!" Maddie said.
"I'm sure she's fine, Mom. She's probably just angry at me for yelling at her earlier." Danny muttered.
"What was that, Danny? I can't hear you over your father's yelling. Hold on a second!" Maddie said, before shouting "What was that, dear?" then sighing a minute later. "Your father wants you to come down to the lab so he can blather on about his new invention!"
came Maddie's exasperated voice.
"Better get down there then. Don't want what little allowance I get to go down the drain for disobedience." Danny muttered, as he opened the door to his room and walked out. "Don't worry about Jazz, Mom. She's sixteen, she can take care of herself."

As Danny arrived down in the lab, Jack ran up to him excitedly.
"It's finished, son!" Jack said happily.
"Uh...what is, Dad?" Danny asked, shrinking back slightly.
"This!" Jack beamed, holding up what appeared to be a magnifying glass.
"Uh, Dad...isn't that just a magnifying glass?" Danny asked.
"Not just ANY magnifying glass, Danny! The FENTON Magnifying Glass!" Jack shouted, then went on to explain its usefulness. "This baby is twice as thick as a regular magnifying glass. Facing the right way, I'm willing to bet you could see the Smokies from the rooftop! And it has the word Fenton on it!" he finished with an ecstatic grin.
"Uh...that's nice Dad." Danny said.
"Where's your sister? I bet she'd love to hear me blather on about this!" Jack said, still smiling.
"I doubt it, but either way, I'm not sure. And I currently could care less." Danny said, walking back upstairs.
"Call me when you find out! Man, I rock!" Jack shouted up after Danny.

Danny had, after about an hour, finally started to feel bad about shouting at his sister. He was snapped out of his thoughts of guilt by his cell phone ringing.
"Hello?" he said as he answered it.
"Danny?" came Sam's voice from the other line. She sounded choked up.
"Sam? What's wrong?" Danny asked.
"We found your sister." Sam said, seeming to gasp out each word.
"Sam, what's going on! Where's Jazz!" Danny asked, his voice raising toward the end of his two questions. Time seemed to stop completely for the halfa hero as his friend's next four words sounded out over the phone.
"Danny...Jazz is dead"
At once, no sound could be heard as Danny's cell phone fell to the floor, and he sat there in shock. His older sister, dead! No, Sam must have been mistaken. She had to be...

Danny arrived at Sam's house, and she immediately pulled him into a powerful embrace as she let out short sobb-y gasps.
"Where is she?" Danny asked, his voice not showing any emotion.
"I put her in my room for the time being. I still don't know what happened. I've been trying to get Tucker to do an analysis and try to find anything that might've caused this, but he really doesn't care about technology anymore." Sam said.
"Wait..." Danny said, still sounding monotone. "Why doesn't he care about technology?"
"His dad wished he didn't." Sam said, causing Danny's voice to break out of monotone as he realized what was happening.
"Desiree...she's back again!" he then looked like the world had just ended. "Oh my god...Jazz being dead...it's my fault."
he said, tears forming in his eyes.
"Danny, what are you talking about?"
"I wished Jazz would die and leave me alone." he said, his voice cracking as the memory of him saying "You know what? Save it. God! Why can't you just die and leave me alone, for Pete's sake!" came flooding back instantly, and he dropped to the floor sobbing.
"You really wished she'd DIE?" Sam said.
"Well, I didn't say 'I wish', but Desiree, she..." he stopped, his eyes suddenly glowing an intense green.
"Desiree...she'll pay for this." Danny said, wiping his eyes, as he transformed into his alter ego, Danny Phantom.
"Danny, what are you...?" Sam started to ask. Danny simply cut her off.
"Watch after Jazz for me. I'm gonna go beat eight tons of ectoplasm out of Desiree." Danny said, before flying off.
"Not like she's going anywhere..." Sam said. Tucker then entered with another plate of Garden Burgers.
"I heard Danny in here, and I thought a steaming plate of Garden Burgers would help you help him cope with his loss." Tucker said.
Sam said nothing at first, then she smirked and said "It's not a loss yet, Tucker!"
Tucker just looked on, confused, at least, until Sam spoke up again.
"Desiree's behind this. If Danny takes back his wish..."
"Jazz'll be alive again!" Tucker said. "Why didn't I think of that?"
"Maybe because you've abandoned technology?" Sam asked, her eyes narrowing in boredom.
Tucker just shrugged as the timer on the oven sounded.
"My bacon's done!" he exclaimed happily.
"You cooked meat!" she shouted. "In MY oven!"
"Uh..." Tucker gulped.
"You're dead! DEAD! Do you hear me, Tucker Foley!" Sam shouted. As she chased Tucker around her living room, neither of them heard the moan coming from Sam's bedroom, and since neither of them were actually in her bedroom, they didn't see Jazz open her eyes. However, her regular blue eyes were now red. As her new red eyes opened, she grinned evilly, then laughed a cold, very sinister laugh.

Author's Note:Hope you enjoyed the first chapter. More to come, extremely soon, since I am currently lacking internet of my own, and have nothing BUT time to write from 7:30 to 4:00. So, what's happened to Jazz? Is she actually dead, or what? And will Tucker reacquire his love of technology? Find out in the next chapter! Oh, and there will be sequels. You can bet your rump on it. Dustin signing out.

P.S.:I apologize if this isn't that good, but this is my first foray into the world of DP, so please, let me know how I can improve my writing style. As long as it's not an out-and-out flame, I'll listen.