Danny blinked a few times and opened his eyes tiredly. He could hear rain patting against the roof. "It must be morning," He said to himself.
For some reason his bed felt a lot warmer than usual, though. Not bed, he thought as he really took in his surroundings. On one side was his long-time female best friend turned girlfriend. On the other was his sister, turned other girlfriend.
He mentally amended that statement. Sister turned cyber-ghost and best-friend turned faerie. That last one had been a little bit of a surprise, but not much of one. It seemed, to Danny at least, that his life kept getting weirder, so these last changes weren't completely unexpected. Although, the fact that they had happened within three hours of each other.
It was probably that fact, Danny reflected, that had allowed him to so readily accept the fact that his sister and best female friend wanted a romantic relationship with him. It must have been something like being stunned into acceptance. Whatever. It was best to just enjoy things and not rationalize too much.
Half an hour later, all three teens were up and eating breakfast.
"So…all three of us are…going steady?" Sam ventured.
"Yes, right Danny?" Jazz asked as she took a bite of her waffle.
"A ghost, a cyber-ghost, and a faerie; I can't think of a better match," Danny laughed.
"And we're going to go with the whole "secret relationship" thing, right?" Sam asked.
"I think that would be…advisable. Along with keeping the whole "superpowers" thing a secret," Danny answered.
"Okay…so what's up for today?" Jazz asked.
"Well, if there aren't any ghosts," Danny said, but was cut short by a small wisp of blue fog that issued forth from his and Jazz's mouth.
"There is a point where irony just doesn't cover how irritating having something like that happening," Danny sighed as he transformed. "Hopefully it's just the Box Ghost."
"Actually, no," A voice from below said as a ghost in a suit appeared. His skin was a light blue which was accented by the light red suit he wore.
"I'm sorry, but do we know you?" Jazz asked. She was pretty sure that she hadn't seen Danny fight this ghost before.
"No again. I am Mr. L. Slime, here to represent a third party," The ghost said as he handed Danny a glowing business card.
"A ghostly lawyer?" Sam asked, taking a peek at the card.
"Quite. As I said before, I am here to represent a Mr. Walker. I believe you and he have had some…confrontations in the past?"
"You could say that," Danny replied, relaxing slightly. For once, it seemed that this wasn't a ghost that wanted to fight.
"Yes, well, He wishes to form a kind of truce with you. He has had another prison breakout and wants two things from you," Slime said as he pulled a few papers out of a briefcase that had just appeared.
"Which would be?" Danny asked warily. Walker almost always meant bad news and if he wanted something, which was even worse.
"He wishes you to take possession of an inmate. "If you agree to help arrest any convicts that escape into your world." Slime answered.
"And?" Danny prompted.
"He wants you to, as a ghost, take an area of the town you live in and haunt it. As most earth-bound entities do," Slime amended.
"What would the concessions if Danny agrees to these?" Jazz asked. It had taken her a moment, but she remember Walker. He wasn't the nicest of ghosts.
"He offers amnesty to you and your friends outside of the ghost zone and a non-interference contract with your world." Slime informed and set a glowing pen next to a stack of papers.
"If Danny's going to be working for Walker, why doesn't he just get paid for it?" Sam asked.
"I have been authorized to guarantee payment by month and an extra bonus for each convict," Slime explained patiently. "If you agree, I would ask you to sign these papers."
Jazz looked at them curiously, "May I?" Slime nodded and Jazz picked up the papers, perusing them carefully. After a few minutes, she nodded approvingly. "No loopholes, you're a very good lawyer if you made these out yourself."
Slime's lips quirked upwards slightly. "Thank you. It isn't very often someone appreciates my work. It is my specific power to enforce agreements."
"Specific power?" Danny asked.
"Yes. A specific power is one which a ghost is given more aptitude towards due to any effect of their creation. My creation infused me with the power to enforce any agreements made in front of me. Any attempt to break said agreement will result in a draining of one's power until you stop."
"So, how do I find out my specific power if I don't know it?" Danny asked.
"Think about the circumstances of your creation, but enough of this. I have business elsewhere. If you agree, sign. If not, I will be on my way." Slime said, growing irritated.
Danny looked, alternating between Jazz and Sam. "It wouldn't be any worse than what I'm doing now. In fact, without Walker bothering me, it would be a lot easier."
"If you want to do it Danny, we're behind you," Sam offered.
"Okay." Danny nodded and signed the papers.
"Thank you. If you ever have any need of my services, call the number on the card. I bid thee goodbye." Slime nodded and phased out through the floor.
The teens stared at the floor a moment. "That was a little odd." Danny announced.
Sam and Jazz nodded.
"So Danny, what do you think that "specific power" thing that Slime was talking about?" Sam asked.
"I think he was telling the truth," Jazz nodded to herself.
"Me too, but then what kind of powers do I have?" Danny asked.
"He said that you need to think about your "creation." So…what would being created by a ghost portal give you?" Sam asked.
"Control over doorways?" Danny asked.
"Being able to move between the ghost zone at will?" Jazz offered.
"No. Maybe something more specific. Something like…" Sam trailed off and opened her faerie encyclopedia to a certain page. "Try this."
Danny looked where Sam was pointing. When he had flipped through the book earlier he had noticed that specific chapter. It was on summoning.
"From fire I do thee summon," Danny read aloud. It wasn't anything extraordinarily hard. Just a simple flame summons. Danny blinked as he suddenly felt a warm glow in his hand. Looking down, it was a small ball of fire surrounding his fingers and palm. "Cool."
"You're a natural!" Sam cried.
"So what? Do I just memorize all of these summons?" Danny asked, shaking his hand and pointing at the book.
"No, these are faerie summons. You should be using ghost summons," Sam explained.
"There's a difference?" Jazz asked, clueless.
"Of course!" Sam cried, offended. "Faeries are nature spirits. Ghosts are human spirits. If Danny attempted anything other than a simple spell, the thing that he summoned would probably try to kill him."
"Oh," Jazz replied. That wouldn't be good.
"So where do I get some ghost summons?" Danny asked.
"Well," Sam replied, searching her mind for something that stood out. "There was a book that I read a few years ago on summons. It had something like: "Those of spirits must write in there own tongue the spells which you require.""
Danny groaned. "Great. I'm on my on."
"No, you're not." Jazz contradicted. "We're here."
Danny smiled. "Thanks. So, assuming we don't have any more interruptions, what should we do today?"
Sam and Jazz looked at each other.
"Shopping and a movie?" Jazz asked.
"Shopping for Danny and a movie?" Sam modified.
Danny's eye twitched slightly. He didn't like shopping, especially when he was the person who was being shopped for.