Okay, I'm sorry I screwed up the last chapter. I put in the first draft of this chapter...so please forgive the confusion. If the first of this chapter looks familiar, go back and read the last chapter (because I fixed it, and it will make a LOT more sense. Once again, sorry about the confusion)

So...I haven't gotten any reviews...is anyone still reading this?

Jazz trudged up the stairs, trying desperately to keep her smile. She had to stay strong, if only because she was the strong one...wasn't she? She didn't know anymore. Her parents fighting like this suddenly had begun to tear her world apart. She hadn't realized how the constant of their relationship had truly kept all of their lives together.

Still, people went through things this all the time, and she had no room to talk. They would either work themselves out, or they wouldn't...and there really wasn't anything she could do about it, except help Danny.

Her thoughts immediately took on the pitying and heartache she felt for her little brother. He'd just escaped a horrible existence...and that's what she'd gotten only from what he'd been able to tell her.

She stepped onto the landing with a sigh, and looked over at Danny's door. "I'm so sorry," she whispered, and went to continue to her own sanctuary, when a loud thump and muffled voices attracted her attention. Not really knowing what to think, she strode quickly to the door, and knocked.

"Danny?" she asked. No one answered...but something didn't feel right. Trying to push her feelings of worry and warning aside, she opened the door, peeked in, and gasped.

"Go away, Jazz," Alesha said from her position, floating above the unconscious form of her brother with a look that could only be described at hate.

"Alesha...what...?" she couldn't seem to get more words out.

"I'm just giving your brother a little pay back," she said, without so much as a hint of a smile. "I like you, and I don't want you to get involved. Please, go."

"What do you...what...but...?" For the first time in years, Jasmine Fenton could not think of any words to describe the situation before her that could work through confusion that clouded her brain. "Why?" She finally voiced.

Alesha floated towards her, causing her to take a step backwards. "Do you know what happened?" the ghost girl hissed menacingly. "Do you?" Jazz didn't dare answer...she felt frozen, as if her body wouldn't listen to her mind. "He chose to save his friend over my brother. He uses his powers in selfish, power-hungry ways! He's just like Plasmius, and HE SHOULD NOT BE ALLOWED TO CONTINUE TO EXIST!"

"What do you mean, selfish?" Jazz asked, finally breaking through her shock and fear. "Yeah, he chose to save Tucker, because Vlad tricked him into a position where he COULD NOT save your brother! He TRIED!"

"HOW DO YOU KNOW?" Alesha screamed.

"How do you?" Jazz answered calmly. Alesha advanced on her more, but this time Jazz stood her ground, briefly wondering why Maddie didn't hear them. "Who told you what happened?" She continued. "Who told you anything? Vlad Masters? One of his lackeys? All of whom, by the way, HATE Danny!" Alesha didn't answer, but her jaw set, showing her refusal to back down.

"What about how he uses his powers?" She said finally. "I've SEEN him overshadow people for his own gain–"

"How many times?" Jazz interrupted. "Once, twice...a handful maybe? In comparison, how often does he actually sacrifice his own personal life to protect the people of this town? Do you realize that with him gone, Amnity Park almost fell into chaos? If it hadn't been for one or two resident Ghost Hunters, I don't think we'd have had ANY hope! We are dependant on my brother for protection, and how selfish would it be of you take that away from us?" Jazz had advanced on the other girl until they now stood literally nose to nose.

"He deserves to DIE!" Alesha said with a large gesture. "No...worse! He deserves OBLITERATION!"

Jazz stared at her for several moments before she looked down and crossed her arms, suddenly looking small. "So..." she said so softly that Alesha had to strain to hear her. "You are going to do to me, what Plasmius forced him to do to you?" For several seconds a thick layer of silence settled onto the room, broken only by the breathing of the two living occupants.

Jazz looked up to see Alesha staring at her, a hatred burning in the now red eyes, but realization had set in. She knew what Jazz had said was true, and she hated it...and yet part of her seemed...relieved. They stood, looking at each other for what seemed like forever, before a large groan caused them to turn to look at Danny.

"Danny I–" Jazz started towards him, but Alesha grabbed her arm, holding her back in an icy, iron grip."

"I want you to know, ghost boy," Alesha growled at him, "that your sister just saved your entire pathetic existence." Danny looked up at them, confusion and betrayal written all over his face. Then, Jazz felt the cool hand melt into her body, and a kind of daze settle over her. Then, her own mouth moved, and she heard herself talk with Alesha's voice. "She saved your life, and you will never see her again."

With that Jazz launched herself through the window, then she phased back and through the wall. The world still seemed fuzzy, but she recognized the lab, and her mother's own limp form that lay, obviously unconscious on the floor in front of the porthole. Jazz felt her hand being moved, and she felt it brush the button that opened the ghost zone.

By the time Danny had turned ghost, and followed them, they had long since vanished into the swirling, green vortex.