Danny wasn't having a very good day. School, ghost-hunting, then his sister gets zapped with ectoplasm. Could this day get any…Danny stopped himself in mid-sentence. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was invoke Murphy's law. Currently, Danny was alone with his sister in the den. Tucker had stayed to make sure everything was okay, but had opted to leave this family moment to family members.

Out of desperation, Danny had called Sam. After all, he had no idea how to deal with a teary-eyed Jazz. Sam, on the other hand, at least had sex in common with his sister. Jazz, at the moment, was laying down on the couch in her ghost form, Danny sitting on the floor, within arm's reach of his sister. He hadn't deemed her stable emotionally stable enough to learn how to shift back to human-form yet.

Danny heard the door open, relief flooding his system.

"In here Sam," Danny called out quietly.

Sam stepped in and stopped short. This wasn't what she had expected, to say the least. "Hi Danny…Hi…Jazz?"

The white-haired girl nodded blandly.

"Oh, Sam, I was just going to get drinks, be back in a minute," Danny said hurriedly.

Sam sighed as he ran out of the room and sat down next to Jazz, noting the differences in her and her brother's outfits. "He can be so clueless sometimes," Sam said softly. Jazz nodded with a sad smile.

Sam bit her lip. Coming from a family of doctors, she knew that Jazz was in shock. She would need to have some kind of mental stimulus to shock her out of it…

"I guess we both find that cute about him then," Sam said quietly.

Jazz blinked and sat up straight. "You know? Please don't tell him! I couldn't live with myself if he found out!"

"Thought that would knock you out of your flunk. Listen, I don't have a problem with how you feel for Danny, actually, I suggest you go for him."

Jazz didn't bother to hide her surprise. "But why?"

Sam looked away and hid her blush. "I'd like the people I…care about to be happy."

Again, Jazz's eyes widened. Sam had said people. One was Danny…Was she the other one? "Sam?"

Sam looked at her with eyes that were more than a bit teary. "Yeah, I know. Look, you've know him your entire life. You were there for him before I even knew him. And he loves you. He doesn't know it yet, but he does, I can tell."

Jazz put two of her fingers against Sam's mouth, shushing her. Maybe it was the stress, or hormones, but she wanted to comfort Sam…in a way that would please both of them. The two girls hadn't been all that far apart to begin with. Jazz now closed the gap, removing her fingers and pressing her mouth to Sam's.

The Gothic girl tasted a little like tea, and some light spice that Jazz couldn't name. She was soft and sweet, and warm…

Sam's eyes widened as she felt Jazz's mouth connect. She hadn't thought that Jazz was going to do this, but it felt so nice…

When both parties pulled away, Sam's eyes were clear of tears and Jazz was smiling. "If Danny's alright with it, we could share him, and each other." Jazz suggested.

Sam smiled. "I'd like that."

"If I'm not interrupting anything, I would too," Danny said from his place by the door, holding the long-forgotten drinks. Both girls turned to face him. There was a light blush on his cheeks, but other-wise he seemed unalarmed. Sam had to hand it to Danny. It wasn't everyday that you found your older sister kissing your best female friend and plotting to "share" you, but Danny seemed to take in all in turn. That was impressive, to say the least.

Turning to Jazz, she cut the older girl a sly smile and sat down on the couch with her. As sensually as she could manage, Sam crooked a finger at Danny, motioning him over. Danny set the drinks down on the table and walked over, sitting at the foot of the couch.

Sam smiled and pulled him towards his sister, pressing her other hand into the small of Jazz's back. The siblings met half-way, slightly wary, until their lips met.

Danny, being half-ghost, could feel the slight tang of ectoplasm on her lips, it was exciting.

Jazz smiled into the kiss. It was light and slightly passionate. Danny was tentatively increasing the pressure against her mouth. Jazz slipped her tongue into her bother's mouth and back out again. The contact left him frozen as she pulled away and let Sam move in.

Danny registered that Jazz had moved back. Then he felt another pair of lips take their place. These were smaller and more subtle. Sam. Danny decided to get innovative and moved a hand up to Sam's face to cup her cheek lightly and pressed harder into the kiss. It went on like this for a little while longer before they had both had enough and pulled back.

"I could definitely get used to this," Danny said, smiling.

Sam and Jazz giggled lightly. "I don't think we should go any further…for now, then kissing," Jazz said seriously. "It would be stressing our relationship a little if we did anything." A light blush colored her cheeks, but she managed to get it all out.

Danny and Sam blushed like-wise. "We are a little too young for that, right Sam?" Danny asked.

"Yeah," Sam said simply, then blushed. "But couldn't we…um, cuddle a little?"

"I guess we could," Jazz said after a moment, "But could I turn back into a human first?"

Sam and Danny blinked, they had forgotten about the ghost thing. Danny thought for a minute, "All you have to do is imagine yourself turning back, works for me anyway."

Jazz nodded and closed her eyes. In a minute, a ring of light appeared around her, splitting in two and returning her humanity. "So, how do we go about this?"

Danny and Sam looked at each other and nodded. Danny was the first to speak, "A good movie, blankets, pillows, popcorn, soda, and pajamas."

Jazz blinked. "Do you two do this often?"

"With Tucker, yeah. This is basically what we do during weekends," Sam nodded.

"Oh," Jazz said simply. "Then I'll get the soda and popcorn," the red-haired girl nodded.

"I'll do blankets," Danny smiled and ran up the stairs.

"Then I guess I get to pick the movie," Sam smiled slyly to herself. Oh, this would be fun…

"Movie scary," Danny whimpered. He and the two girls had camped out on the floor in front of the giant TV. The film that they had just been watching, "Wicked Scary," was just ending. Currently, Danny was in the middle of Jazz and Sam. Jazz was clutching Danny's arm in fright. Sam was holding on less severely, but her teeth were chattering loudly.

"Yeah," Jazz said weakly.

"You can say that again," Sam agreed.

"I think we shouldn't go to bed just yet," Danny said, shaking the horror off. It was only a little past ten and they would have nightmares all night.

"Another movie?" Sam asked.

"I pick," Jazz said in a non-negotiable tone.

"K," Sam relented.

"Jazz?" Danny said in a very quiet voice, like he was afraid of upsetting some delicate balance.

"Yes?" Jazz replied.

"How do you have this movie?" Danny asked.

"Aren't I allowed to own anything of questionable content?" Jazz asked.

"No." Sam replied. "Even I don't own Boondock Saints."

"Whatever," Jazz groaned.