New chapter. The next one will be the crossover, and a little longer than normal. It will also have a full moon scene. If anyone guesses the series I'm gonna' cross with...I don't know, I'll give them some in put into the plot or something.

Clues: It is an anime series. It has been show on Saturday mornings before. It has had multiple seasons.

"Libraries should not be that big," Danny lamented as they sorted through the mass of books that they had brought from the Museum to Sam's house. After the power came on, Danny, Sam, and himself had made quick work of cleaning the entire first floor, even if it had been confusing as all hell. Danny could swear that some of the rooms had moved…

"All of these were in that old library?" Tucker asked, picking up a sizable volume on "Kung-fu."

"This would probably be about a twentieth of the martial arts section," Sam replied, taking up a book on Judo.

"Okay…I guess I'll take…this," Jazz decided, pulling out a book whose script was in Latin.

"Can you read that?" Sam asked casually.

"Of course, it says: Way of the tiger." Jazz shrugged.

"I didn't know you knew Latin," Tucker replied.

"Latin?" Jazz asked in confusion.

"Yeah," Sam agreed. "That is written in Latin."

"But I can read it too," Danny argued.

"Well, this is weird," Tucker sighed.

"What if…What if we can read it because we're Halfa's?" Jazz asked.

"No, I remember seeing textbooks in foreign languages and I couldn't read any of them…until…" Danny trailed off.

"Until we started hanging around the museum?" Jazz guessed.

"Yep," Danny nodded.

"So, can we assume that we know Latin because…the house knows Latin?" Jazz asked.

"Here, try reading this then," Sam said and pulled out the gigantic tome she had taken from the library. Opening it to a random page, Sam let the two Fenton children look at it. Both just shrugged at the sight of the language.

"I got nothing," Danny shrugged.

"Then this," Sam suggested, pulling out a book in Japanese.

"A book on Ninjutsu," Jazz and Danny replied.

"Then it's very likely that the house could "know" some languages," Sam theorized. "Because this, I believe," She said, pointing to the first, gigantic book, "Is the language of the birds."

Jazz's eyebrows shot up as she looked over the book again. The pages were thick and there were even pictures, some looked other-worldly. "Holy Heaven."

As Maddie listened, she grew more and more confused. What was a "Halfa?" And what did they mean, a house knew Latin? The language of the birds? Then she resolved that they were probably doing drugs right now, talking nonsense. Composing herself, Maddie smiled and hefted the plate of cookies that she had brought as an excuse to check on them and walked in.

"Hi kids," Maddie smiled. "What are you all doing up here?"

"Oh, just studying," Jazz smiled, pointing at the books. "Danny admitted that he needed some help with his math."

"Oh well, that's nice," Maddie smiled and set the cookies down.

"Okay Tucker, come on," Danny urged. They were currently underneath the town, in a section of the catacombs that they had mapped and rigged with lighting. It was a Friday night and all of them had made various excuses to get away for the entire night. This was the first of all their scheduled training nights. Right now, Tucker and Danny were sparring in a large, open, domed area on the underground tunnels.

"Right at you Danny," Tucker replied and charged. Tucker was using Russian-born and little-known style of fighting that was completely unmatched in Europe and northern Asia. It emphasized power and speed.

Whereas Danny was studying Ninjutsu. The art of the Ninja used angular punches and an odd assortment of moves. Especially the ancient, almost forgotten style that Danny was learning. Emphasizing stealth and knowledge of your opponent's moves and reading thereof, Danny could allow the first attack to go to the opponent.

As Tucker charged, Danny moved in accordance with his own principles. Danny could actually hear the air snap beside his head as Tucker launched volley after volley of powerful punches. Then came the kick.

Catching him off guard, Danny almost had a rib snapped. Fortunately, ingrained lessons took effect and he caught the momentum of the kick, launching his entire body in a flowing path around Tucker, where he landed a punch in the werewolf's lower back. It didn't even shake him.

Half-an-hour later, Danny and Tucker dropped to the ground, exhausted.

Sam and Jazz sighed and came onto the scene. Under the electric lamps, Sam winced as she looked over Danny's bruises. He had at least three broken ribs, making it hard for him to breathe, and his entire left arm was almost completely black and blue. One big bruise.

Sighing, she concentrated and pulled on the natural energies of the earth to heal Danny. Soon, bruises became little more than red discolorations and his ribs were welded back together.

"You are a glutton for punishment," Sam chided and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

Meanwhile, Jazz was looking Tucker over. Tucker was at once more and less lucky than Danny. He had no real bruises or broken bones. What he did have was intense muscle fatigue. This meant there was no actual injury, but his entire body did hurt like hell.

"Here," Jazz said and dropped a series of pills into his mouth. Most were an assortment of painkillers and muscle relaxers.

"Thanks," Tucker said as he propped himself against a wall.

Jazz smiled and joined Sam in an effort to get Danny propped against the same wall. "I'm fine," He argued.

"Yeah, right," Jazz snorted as she stopped her brother from falling over. "Try and get some rest while Sam and I have our match." So said, she gave Danny a small kiss on his other cheek.

"Come on Jazz, and remember to keep it human," Sam joked.

Jazz smiled dangerously and dropped into a low stance to the point where her torso was level with her knees. Sam, on the other hand, took on a loose stance, swaying and rocking lightly.

The "Way of the Tiger," was created around the early first century, probably a few centuries earlier, and combined the forceful, in-your-face style of Persian sword arts with the raw power of Chinese martial arts.

The style of Judo that Sam had been studying was formed not only on the basis of redirecting force, but reading moves in order to break through offensives and deliver debilitating blows.

Another half hour later, Jazz limped to the wall where the two boys lay. Sam, in the state she was in, had taken up a lotus position to gather healing energy from the earth.

"Be with you in a minute," Sam sighed as she meditated, healing a large black bruise on her cheek. That roundhouse kick had hurt!