Sam was caught at a crossroads. Unless Jazz was completely clueless, which she wasn't, she would know about Danny. So what would Sam say to her, or, more importantly, what would she say to Danny.

Not that the unconscious and limp boy would have listened to her anyway.

"Sam, we should move Danny upstairs." Jazz, calm as ever, ordered. "I'll carry him; just open all of the doors." Jazz, having returned the weapons, bent down near Danny and scooped him up nearly effortlessly. Sam blinked for a second, still stunned over the mountain of things she needed to do once Danny was fine, but she snapped out of it and cleared the way for Jazz.

Once Danny was in his room, Jazz decided that she would take care of him for now, but ordered Sam not to leave the house; she had things to discuss with her.

She wasn't able to leave, but that didn't mean she couldn't call Tucker and explain.

"Hey Sam." Tucker's cheerful voice belied the severity of situations at Sam's end. "Tucker, come over to Danny's quickly." She told him. "We've got problems." She immediately hung up afterwards. Tucker would know better then to call back; he'd come over as quickly as possible. And she needed him now; she needed a front to help deal with Jazz. What if she wanted to tell their parents?

Of course, things could have been fine. Perhaps Jazz wouldn't be aware of ghost powers, and maybe just think it was some invention of her parents. It was as good as any a way to protect Danny's identity. She smiled at her own active imagination. Jazz didn't know all the things her parents made; she made it a point not to. And Jazz thought logically; ghosts made no sense. Sam could use that against her. But with Tucker with her, they could catch each other if they started to stumble.

She would not fail Danny. Not now, not ever.


"That must have been a very tough ghost." Jazz thought. She had taken a few grazes from the blasts the ghost priest fought, and they ached like anything. And Danny had taken more, when that ghost was at full strength. But she cherished those aches and pains as if they were the greatest gift she could have, for they sort of were. Now she knew what is was that Danny went through, if only slightly.

She removed her hairband and tied it around Danny's shoulder, which appeared to be the most serious of his injuries. His passing out was more exhaustion then anything else. She cleaned up what he could, but Danny needed rest more then anything else. She left his room, shutting the door softly so as not to disturb him, and went towards Sam, who was seated on the stairs, and now joined by Danny's other friend, Tucker. She must have called him and reported the bad news.

"How is he?" Tucker asked. Sam seemed really lost in thought, so he spoke for the both of them.

"Not as bad as I thought." Jazz responded. "Exhausted, but his condition is not serious. However, I think there are some things you need to tell me."

"You've got me, Jazz. Must've been one of your father's weird inventions." Sam started.

"You're going to have to try a little harder then that." Jazz crossed her arms across her chest and scowled. Tucker was about to open his mouth and compound Sam's discussion, but Jazz gave him a glare that immediately shut him up.

"Tell me the truth." Jazz insisted. "Danny is a ghost, isn't he?"

"Wh…what are you talking about? Stop acting like your dad." Sam tried.

"My dad is too clueless to notice anything, and I'm not acting like that." Jazz countered. She had prepared this conversation with Danny ever since she had seen him transform, and things were going like clockwork.

"Jazz…I…" Sam's shoulders slumped. "Can we talk to Danny first before I explain. Because…"

"We think he should tell you." Tucker returned. That was something Jazz was not expecting him to say.

"Alright." The older Fenton shut her eyes and leaned against the wall near Danny's door. "But don't try anything tricky."

Sam knew for the longest time that Tucker said a lot of stupid things, but when he came through and said something right, he really did it right.

Sam opened the door to Danny's room quietly, looking at the figure in the bed. Danny's eyes were twitching as if they wanted to open, but they hurt too much to do so. His mouth groaned, and he softly called out a string of names.

"Jazz…Sam…I'll…pro…" He was still living his nightmare, losing against the ghost and leaving Sam and Jazz to its mercy.

"Danny." Sam took his hands in hers, his hands that were cold as a wet fish, and quivered with his nightmarish fears. She squeezed them, as if she was afraid Danny would fall without them.

"We're here." Tucker returned. "It's alright now." Sam knew Tucker didn't know what had happened, but he really didn't need too right now. Hearing their voices worked, Danny's hands stopped quaking, and he managed to slightly open his pale blue eyes. Although tear-strained and barely opened, it didn't look like he was hurting much when he did that.

"How's Jazz?" Danny asked.

"Fine. She finished off the ghost."

"Really." Danny did not need to ask that as a question, he knew she was more then capable.

"But there is something else." Tucker said. Sam would have slapped him; the last thing he needed right now was another problem. But he was also right; Danny needed to know.

"What?" He tried to sit up, but he only grunted under the strain. Tucker put his hands on Danny's shoulders and had him lay back down.

"Jazz…she saw you transform." Tucker told him. There wasn't much color in Danny's face, but the rest of it drained out until he was as pale as his ghost self's hair.

"How?" He asked.

"You passed out fighting that ghost. Jazz took charge and finished it, but she saw you." Sam clarified.

"What did you tell her?"

"Nothing. We thought you should." Sam informed.

"Yes…yes, I can't keep it hidden forever. Send her in, and leave the room." Danny instructed.

"Okay, we'll do that, but don't strain yourself. You should be sleeping." Danny ignored that comment; Sam knew this wasn't something he could sleep off and do in the morning.

"Okay, Danny's feeling well enough to talk." Sam reported to Jazz.

"We'll go downstairs until you guys are done." Tucker added on before disappearing down the steps.


Jazz wasn't afraid of ghosts, or spiders. She'd stare death in the face for her brother. But she was nervous about going into this room.

Danny was awake, and straining himself to sit up.

"Danny, you shouldn't be up in this condition." His sister informed him. He ignored her and sat straight up.

"I think I have something to tell you."

"You don't have to explain that much, I already know a little." She spoke much softer then she usually did.

"You do?"

"Yeah." Jazz sat down on Danny's bed. "I've known it for several months."

"You have?"

"Yeah, I saw you do it at the ice cream store." Jazz responded. Danny was silent for a moment, although it felt like an eternity. His eyes opened all the way, and he looked at her warily.

"Why didn't you tell me?" He asked.

"I wanted you to tell me." Jazz returned.

"I…I was scared to tell you." Danny admitted.

"Why couldn't you tell me?" Jazz asked, but she instantly regretted saying that. That was Danny's reason, and no one else's.

"Because…because I wanted at least someone to think I was normal. No one at school does. Even Sam and Tucker think I'm different, even though they are okay with that difference. It was only you, Mom, and Dad that saw me as normal, but I guess you didn't since then."

"Danny…" Jazz slid her arms around him. "I'm always here for you. None of us think you a freak. No matter what, we're always on your side."

Danny smiled.

"I guess the fact that you knew about the powers explains a lot." Danny noted.

"You rest. I'll handle Lancer so you don't have to go to school tomorrow." Jazz instructed.

"Uh…will you…"

"I won't tell anyone about your secret. I never will." Jazz reassured. "If you ever run into trouble, you let me now, okay."

"I don't want you to get hurt." Danny returned.

"I don't want you to, either." Jazz retorted. "But we all get hurt. I was hurt today, and I was hurting everyday you didn't tell me of your powers. I'd take a bullet for you, Danny, Sam and Tucker would too. I know you have to fight to protect us, but remember that you're one person, and you have people ready to help you in no time."

Danny smiled again. He knew that, unless things were extremely desperate, he'd never ask Jazz to help him in a dangerous fight. But things had been desperate, and Jazz handled herself well.

"I've got my essays to finish. Danny, you stay rested. I'll have Tucker activate the Ghost Shield around the house so you're not attacked."

"Thanks." Danny lay back down, and fell asleep almost instantly. Jazz snuck out of the room and only looked to Sam and Tucker with a smile. She gave them instructions, and informed them that neither she nor Danny would be in school tomorrow. Their parents wouldn't be home until late the next night, and Danny needed someone here.

Sam and Tucker only smiled, pleased that she was handling herself well. They didn't have to know she had known Danny's secret for months. They'd find out sooner or later. They just needed to be normal kids and go to school and know what happened so they could give Danny the information. He still needed to study, but Jazz supposed his ghost life would get easier now that he had another ally.

Another ally, but Danny's fight would never end.