Back with chapter five at last. And I received over fifty reviews again, my third story to do so, and I really appreciate it guys.
A special character is introduced fully in this story, so look especially hard for it.
One little note. The name of this chapter is Tuesday Morning. For those of you who have heard this song, you'll know what its about. I repeat once again: In my stories, no one, whether it be Danny or Sam, or any other couple will have sex. I do not enjoy reading about sex, I do not enjoy writing about sex, and I do not enjoy watching it on movies/tv. So with that said, if that's what you were looking for, I'm sorry, but you will not find it here.
So with that said, I'm sorry if I offended anyone, it's just my style. Thanks to my reviewers:
Spotzplaya888, Sahira Flame, Neutron Phantom, rachie, fatlazikat, Carissa (awesome name), kitty00240, The Griminus, kineticboy2001, the Druidess, Divagurl277, Dream-sorcerous11, DannyPhantomLover, Yayfulness, Hopeless Forever, GreyRavenNorth, Dannys-Ghostly-Girl Dooley, getfuzzyfan04
The Fuzy Llama: Glad you're back. I think I've said that about three times now! Argh….grounding always sucks.
Penguin: No, Jazz has not gotten revenge. You're too morbid my evil penguin friend. Okay, that's just gross. Of course, you never did like the whole threesome thing, so I don't know who's more perverted, me or you. Ha, guess we'll see.
Chapter Five
Tuesday Morning
"Danny!" Jazz cried happily.
Danny dropped the pop can he was holding and it splashed against the floor. Sam jumped off of him, staring back and forth between the two siblings.
"I've been looking for you," she said, pulling her brother into a hug. Tears ran down her cheeks.
Danny wasn't sure what to say, or do, so he just let her hug him. The sudden appearance had surprised him. He wasn't ready to confront her yet.
"How did you find me?" he managed to choke out.
She dug around in her jacket pocket and pulled out a small, credit card shaped room key. "I found it in your room."
He ran his fingers through his hair, angry at himself. It must have dropped out of his pocket when he had tripped.
"Who's this?" Jazz choked out, referring to Sam.
Sam held out her hand, her other wrapped around Danny's arm. "I'm Sam Manson," she said.
"Are you a friend of Danny's?" she asked, surprised. She'd never known her brother had girl friends.
"What do you want Jazz?" he interrupted.
"I was hoping we could talk," she said, turning her attention back to him.
Sam bit her lip nervously. So this was Jazz. That's why her newly found love was suddenly distant, his face pale.
"Why don't you come in Jazz?" she suggested. "I'll leave you two to talk for a while." She didn't want to leave Danny, he suddenly appeared so vulnerable, but what was going on between them was none of her business.
Danny let go of his grip on the door handle. He stepped aside awkwardly and let her come inside. He turned desperately to Sam, his eyes apologetic.
"Don't worry about it, I'll go somewhere for a while. Entertain myself. If you're still in the mood we can go see what movies are out," she said. "I'll see you later. I know where to find you." She smiled and kissed his cheek, then walked out the door. He closed it behind her, swallowing hard, not facing his sister.
"Apparently you guys are more than friends," Jazz commented, watching them. "She seems nice. But why are you sharing a room?"
"There was no single rooms available," he replied shortly.
He crossed over, past her, to his bed and sat down, running his hands through his black hair.
"About the other night, I'm really sorry." she said.
This was the exact conversation he hadn't wanted to start. He'd know what she'd say. They'd probably just start fighting again.
"Danny, please listen to me," she pleaded. He didn't look up, his head in his hand. "Daniel?"
"Please don't call me that," he said.
She tried a giggle. "I'd figure that'd snap you out of it. You always hated that," she said. "Look, we both said things we regret. Especially me. I just was angry, and then you told me what you were-"
"What I am? What am I an alien from another planet?" he asked furiously. "I'm half human you know."
She sighed. "That's not what I meant. I just, wasn't sure how to react, I mean, it's a shock. I can't believe you kept it from me for this long. And I can't believe I didn't figure it out before. Especially with the whole public enemy thing. How long have you been this way?"
"Three years. I came home from school and they were working on the Fenton Portal. I was electrocuted, and now I'm half ghost," he explained.
"You were fourteen and you went through that?" she asked, amazed. She sat down in front of him on Sam's bed.
"It was okay. Having powers was cool. The ghosts I fought weren't too fun, but I'm used to it by now," he said.
There was a moment of silence and Jazz sighed.
"It's alright to talk about her you know. It doesn't bother me," she said gently.
"Yeah, well I don't want to," he said.
"You admitted something to me, that you've kept for so long. Two things in fact. You've kept that guilt all this time. And I was so involved with trying to do something to help, I didn't notice," she said.
He didn't say anything again. Her eyes filled with tears.
"Tell me what happened, please," she begged.
"I don't want to talk about it," he said. He got up again and started pacing in front of the tv. Couldn't she use her intelligence right now? Why wouldn't she leave and leave him alone?
"Danny, I know what you're thinking, and I'm sorry, but I can't," she said.
"Can't what?"
"You underestimate me. I can't leave unless you come with me," she said. "You have no idea how much I've worried about you. I've been searching for you for the last twenty four hours. It was you I heard in your room, moving around. When I went up there, you were gone, but I found the key."
"I want to stay here."
His words hung in the air, not communicating with Jazz.
"What?" she asked, barely above a whisper.
"I'm happy with Sam, we're going out now," he said.
"You've known this girl for how long?" she asked. "Danny, I want you to come home. Please."
"Come home to what, you staring at me like I'm some sort of insect? Come home to you always checking up on me? Hell, pretty soon there might be one of your psychologists waiting for me when I get home from school one day," he said.
There was a knock at the door, and without waiting for a reply, a girl walked in, and stopped when she saw them.
"Hey, where's Sam?" Karissa asked, staring around.
"She left somewhere. You might want to try her on a cell phone or something," Danny suggested, not caring that he sounded rude.
Karissa laughed, something that sounded very evil. "Sam, have a cell phone? Yeah, right, do you know where she went?" For the first time, she seemed to notice Jazz, still sitting on the bed. "Hi."
"Hello," Jazz greeted back nervously.
"Who are you?" she asked, walking over to the heater by the window. They heard her muttering something like, "it's freaking cold in here. I hate cold."
"I'm Danny's sister, Jazz," she replied.
She pressed a button and the heater began humming. She stood up and smiled. "I'm Karissa Spectra."
Spectra. For the second time that day, Danny felt the odd sensation of déjà vu. Hadn't he heard that name before?
"I'm starving," she said, clutching not her stomach, but her head.
"Go eat something," Danny snapped. He didn't have time for this. Why couldn't they all just leave him alone?
The lights overhead flickered as his thoughts grew angrier. Jazz and Karissa stared upwards then turned back to him, both wearing identical looks of suspicion.
He sighed. "Look, Sam's not here. She'll be back later, can you leave us alone for a while?" he asked.
She stared at him, an expression he couldn't read on her pretty face. She smiled. It was too bad he didn't read thoughts.
"Okay….I'll catch you later Danny," she said sexily.
He nodded, astounded at her normal sounding tone. She didn't seem to mind his hostile mood, that or was ignorant of it.
"Nice to meet you Jazz," she said, before walking out the door.
Jazz waited for a second before speaking. "Danny, that was rude."
"Yeah, well I don't care," he said.
"Do you want to talk?" she asked.
"About what?"
"Tell me what happened," she demanded. Before he spoke, she cut him off. "I wouldn't have asked if I didn't want to know, so please tell me."
He stared up at the ceiling, leaning back on his bed again. She crawled over next to him, lying on her stomach.
"I'm here to listen."
"Fine."
He paused a minute, unsure of where to begin, and so he just started talking. "We were going to pick you up. We were just talking, and this truck didn't see the light or stop sign or whatever and headed towards us. I have this power called intangibility. It's the ability to not be seen or touched. I would rather expose myself than have anything happen to us, so I tried to turn us both intangible. But she pulled away and then the truck hit. I don't remember how it happened, but the next thing I knew, I was rolling in the middle of the road."
Jazz had tears in her eyes again. "That's why they were amazed. The truck hit the passenger side, and everyone was amazed at how you lived. How the worst thing that happened to you was a few bruises and a broken arm."
He rolled over, turning away from her.
"I'm so sorry, you were right, I don't have a clue what happened," she said. "But you were wrong about something. Danny, you aren't to blame for it."
"Really? You mean, other than the fact that she died because I wasn't quick enough? Because I was too stupid and clumsy to move faster?" He punched his pillow angrily.
"But you tried. And even though you failed, you succeeded in a way because you saved yourself."
"I don't care about myself. She didn't-" He broke off, unable to finish.
"You aren't to blame!" she urged. She tried to hug him, but he shrugged her off. She wiped the tears from her face and tried a new approach.
"Come home with me. We'll talk to dad. He'll understand. Maybe he can help you," she suggested.
"Help me with what?" he asked, confused.
"Get you back to normal," she said.
"What?" He rolled back over and sat up to face her.
"Well, don't you want to be normal? Take the load off for a while. Maybe that will help you. Starting from scratch as someone without powers."
"No. Jazz, I get the ghosts that try to kill us. Who's going to do that if not me? It's my job," he said, mortified at the thought of losing the one thing that'd been constant in his life. The powers he had finally learned to get control of and were powerful. The reputation he'd earned himself as a ghost fighter, and at the same time, Public Ghost Enemy 1.
"There's other people out there. Come on, let's go home. You need a break," she said, standing up.
She reached for his hand and he remained still, not taking it.
"Aren't you coming?"
"No."
"What? Why not?"
"I'm staying with Sam."
"Danny, you barely know her, for God's sake," she cried, throwing her hands up.
"I don't care. I…-"
"What, love her?" she asked. "Danny, you can't fall in love with someone over a time period of twenty four hours."
"I disproved that theory, cause I do. Sam and I are a couple now. I'm sorry if you can't accept that," he said, making sure he layered the sarcasm in his voice.
"I have no problem with the fact that you have a girlfriend. I'm thrilled. But you don't know her."
"What do you think she's some escaped convict?" he asked.
"That's not what I said. Danny, don't try to turn this into some kind of joke. You've always done that when you want to avoid facing something."
"It's worked for a long time too," he added.
She stood up and started to the door. He followed her, just like she'd hoped he would. She stopped, her hand on the door handle.
"Let's go home Danny. If you tell me more about Sam, I might give in. But right now, dad and I need you home."
She opened the door smiling. He looked convinced. She smiled encouragingly. Maybe she was getting good at this whole psychology thing.
"I'll wait out here while you get your things. Unless you want me to help you pack," she said. She stepped out onto the hallway.
"No."
"What?" she asked.
"I'm not coming with you."
"Danny-" she started.
"Goodbye Jazz," he said, before closing the door on her.
She cussed aloud. He'd lured her into his trick. And she couldn't get back in because she'd sat the key down on the tv.
She took a few, calming breaths. Calm down Jazz. Come back later. Maybe then he'll calm down. Give him some space for a while.
She turned to go, confident it would work if she left him alone for a while. He'd give in after a while. He'd have to return home sometime.
Two hands grabbed her roughly from behind and her high pitched scream was cut off as something was pressed against her mouth.
The smell of whatever it was, had an extremely strong aroma to it. She knew what it was from watching tv shows too much. It was chloroform.
She kicked out blindly and one pair of hands pulled at her neck, snapping the gold chain. She couldn't see whoever it was, but their grip only grew stronger, pressing the cloth hard against her nose and mouth.
A wave of exhaustion passed over her and she collapsed.
"Take her to the Square. She can be of good use to us."
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"Sam!" Karissa shouted, running up to her Gothic best friend.
"Karissa, what are you doing here?" Sam asked, not pretending not to be surprised. She was sitting down in the hotel's free area, listening to the football game (which she really didn't care about, there was another guy in there) and working on some of her new lyrics. She couldn't just sing other peoples' songs if she was going to do this. She had to make herself unique.
"Looking for you. Danny told me you were out," she said, sitting down beside her.
"Yeah. I didn't really want to be in the way between them," she said.
"Who, Jazz? She seems nice," she commented.
"Uh huh," she said, clicking her pen.
"So what'd you do this morning?" she asked.
"I met Danny's friend Tucker. He's really nice. We had breakfast together," she replied. She brushed back her hair from her face.
"Really? Cool. I'll have to meet him sometime," she said. "Sam, I was being nice last night, but your mom called me this morning." She leaned closer as Sam's amethyst eyes widened.
"Why would she call you?" she asked.
"She figured you would be over at my house," she said.
"You didn't tell her where I was, did you?" There was hopefulness and desperation in her tone.
"Would I do that?" Karissa asked, in mock hurt.
"Yes." It was plain and simple. Karissa was a blabbermouth.
"Thanks," she said sarcastically. "But no, I didn't tell her where you were. I know you're mom. She'd freak if she knew you spent the night here. Especially with a total stranger."
"Only add onto to the death price I have to pay if I ever go home," Sam said. "I don't want to go home."
"You don't have to you know, you can stay with me," Karissa suggested.
"I'll think about it," Sam said. She had promised to stay with Danny. She couldn't leave now. But if she told her best friend what she was doing, she'd be crushed. So she could just pretend to think it over and then tell her the truth.
"Now, tell me what's going on," she said..
"What are you becoming my therapist?" Sam asked, laughing.
"Ha, and become my mother? I don't think so," she said. "I'm just trying to help." She placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and Sam suddenly wished this would all go away. Every memory came flooding back to her, every pain, every word they'd said. It came abruptly and once she started talking, she couldn't stop.
"Remember that concert we were going to go to? The Three Doors Down one? Well, I asked her about it and she was being a total bitch and wouldn't let me go. So I said dad would have let me gone and then she started ranting. Made up this total lie that the reason they were divorced was because he cheated on her."
"It could be true," Karissa said gently.
"No!" Sam insisted. "My dad would not do that."
"Okay…I'm sorry I suggested it. Come here, you poor baby," she said, pulling Sam into a hug.
She suddenly felt like bursting into tears. But she didn't; she forced herself not to. Karissa breathed in deeply, as if satisfied and pulled away.
Sam looked at her best friend, happy to have her. Karissa almost looked prettier; younger. Her red hair didn't seem so frizzy, her green eyes more livelier. She was really pretty.
"Let's not talk about this any more," she said.
"I'm sorry," she said, sniffling. But she would not let herself cry.
"It's alright. You're miserable, it's understanding. But misery is what makes us strong, right?" she said.
"Now you really sounding like your mother," Sam said, laughing again.
"Oh, no you didn't," Karissa said, suddenly sounding ghetto. "I'm going to remember that," she warned.
"I was kidding…." she assured her.
"Do you think Danny's done talking with his sister?" Sam asked, wanting to return to him badly. She felt devastated without him, even though she was trying to help.
"I say we let him try to find us," she suggested. "Just in case. Speaking of which, what was the kiss you two shared last night about?"
Sam bit her lip. A sudden distrust and instinct told her to lie. She didn't know why. But she knew if she told Karissa her feelings for him, she would only laugh and say it wouldn't last. Karissa probably thought he was some kind of pervert or something anyway.
"Oh, just the spur of the moment thing," she lied.
"So you two don't like each other?" she asked.
"No," she said. Why was she lying to her best friend? She didn't know. But she couldn't find the courage to tell her.
"Really? Cool," she said, smiling. She looked like a model, sitting there gracefully and posed. She bounced a curl back into place by pulling on it and letting it go.
"What do you mean "cool"?" Sam asked, confused.
"Can I tell you something?" she asked, leaning down towards her again. She couldn't help but notice the odd glint in Karissa's piercing green eyes.
"Sure."
"And you won't tell anyone? Secret Safe again?" she asked, bringing up their little secret pact they'd made in first grade together.
"Secret safe," Sam promised, wondering what she was getting at.
"Okay, I'll tell you."
She leaned down so close their faces were almost touching and whispered excitedly into her ear.
"I'm completely and totally in love with Danny."
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Ha! Were any of you expecting that? Compared to the last chapter, this one's actually short. So right now this is how it's going. Danny's turned his back on his family; Jazz has been captured by someone unknown; and Sam and Karissa are now in love with the same sweet guy!
Priceless. Coming soon is chapter six! Please RR!
Lateraina Wolf