Okay people, this is my fifth story so I hope you like it. If you like Teen Titans, check out my other stories. I need more reviews! Anyway, here's chapter two of Sapphire eyes.

The ghost girl sat on a tree branch with her legs dangling over the edge. She was watching a couple on the bench below her as the boy gave the girl a gift.

The ghost girl wore sparkle jeans, a white, long-sleeved turtle neck, and mid-shin, leather black boots with thick, two-inch heels. She had sapphire eyes and caramel brown curls that went down to the end of her shoulder blades.

Danny floated up next to her. "Well, I always say, it's easier to hit the enemy when she's not paying attention." He shot at her, but she easily dodged it. The couple below ran away in fright.

"Young Danny, let's not start a fight. If you let me speak, I will be polite," she said gently to him.

"Who are you?" Danny asked.

"Can't you tell? I'm the ghost writer's daughter. I can tell you why I'm here, but why should I bother?" She did a flip in the air.

Haunted memories flooded into Danny's mind. He hated the ghost writer. If this girl was as she said she was, he should hate her too, right? Maybe not. She said she had a reason for coming, he should just play along till she tells why she's here.

"What's your name?"

"Ally, they call me, if you really must know. But why should I tell you, when you want me to go?"

"I don't want you to go, yet. Just tell me why you're here."

"I could cut it short, and tell you what you want. But knowing me, I'd much rather flaunt." She did a twirl in the air.

"Boy, this is bringing back memories," Sam said to Tucker.

"Just tell me why you're here!" Danny yelled, getting annoyed with all the rhyming.

"I'm here on behave of you, and all your confusion. To give you clues for three days, till you come to a conclusion. And on Christmas morn when the sun should arise, boy, you are in for one big surprise."

"What confusion?"

"Your confusion that…you know, makes you so blue. Keep your ears open, here is your first clue. Why, Danny, you know, the girl of your dreams. But don't overlook it, she may be closer than she seems." With that, Ally winked then disappeared in a swirl of sapphire smoke.

"Danny, what was she talking about?" Sam asked questioningly. Danny shook his head.

"I don't know," he lied. He knew perfectly well what the ghost girl was talking about. For about five weeks now he's been having the same dream. There was a girl, but he couldn't place who she was. He was there and Tucker and Jazz were there. He would run up to the girl, twirl her around and kiss her. It drove him nuts trying to figure out who the girl was.

"Let's go to the mall," Tucker suggested.

Danny shrugged. "Sure, why not."

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Danny had just gotten out of the shower and changed into his pajamas. He yawned and walked into his bedroom only to find Ally sitting on his bed.

"What are you doing in my room!"

"Why, Danny, I must watch your every move. It's required of me, Daniel, I know you don't approve."

"Whatever, just get out!"

"As you wish, young Danny, but just so you know, Your parents won't fight about that whole Santa mojo." Ally disappeared in sapphire smoke and Danny yawned again.

Just then his father burst through the door. "Was there a ghost in here? We discovered ghost alerts on the Fenton ghost alert thing."

"No, Dad."

"Oh darn it. Goodnight, Danny."

"Goodnight, Dad."

His father left, but then his sister entered. "Goodnight, Danny."

"'Night Jazz."

Jazz closed the door and Danny collapsed on his bed. He sighed and started contemplating on Ally's words.

"Yah right. Mom and Dad always fight about if Santa's real," he yawned again and closed his eyes. "It's like a tradition. Them not fighting would like, break all the laws of their togetherness."

With that he fell asleep.

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There's chapter 2. Oh and thankyou Phantomgirl for my review. I'll try to get chap 3 up, but i'm experiencing writers block. And if you got annoyed with the rhyming of 'The Fright Before Christmas' DON'T READ THIS STORY. I probably lost a lot of people, but hey, you win some, you lose some.

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