"And we've been defeating every ghost that comes around, making trouble for the last few months now," Danny finished. He, Sam, Jazz, and Tucker had gone through the entire story of how they got their powers and all of the larger battles that they had gone through.
"Danny, we should get going, she's waking up," Jazz said worriedly, pointing to her mother, who was lying on a couch.
"Where, where am I?" Maddie asked as she came to. Renamon had the good sense to disappear into the nearest shadow.
"You…uh, collapsed on the sidewalk," Danny said.
"Oh, that ghost must have been a dream," Maddie said, "Where are we?"
"You're at the Donaldson museum, Mrs. Fenton," Blake said, shaking her hand. "And I just want to say that your children are some of the most responsible, caring people I've ever met. They've been helping me clean up the old place for weeks now. I'd have been lost without them."
"Oh, thank you," Maddie said dumbly.
"Kids, I want to apologize," Maddie announced as she and the group walked home.
"Huh?" Danny said, summarizing the other's thoughts as well.
"Well," Maddie admitted shamefully. "I thought you kids were into drugs or something, and I was spying on you."
All four teens looked alarmed.
"You were spying?" Sam asked, biting her lip.
"Yes, and I didn't see anything to suggest that you weren't anything but well behaved, normal teens," Maddie assured them.
All four teens let out a collective breath.
"Well, um…should we tell her?" Jazz asked quietly.
Danny's brow creased in thought. He shrugged and looked at Sam.
Sam was also deep in thought. "I think it would be okay, but not your father."
"As long as it's not Mr. Fenton," Tucker agreed.
"Uh mom?" Danny asked hesitantly.
"Yes sweetie?" Maddie replied happily as they moved into the house.
"I have…I have…Achoo!" Danny sneezed.
"I think you have a cold," Maddie said, feeling her son's forehead. "You're red-hot! Inside, right now mister!"
"Achoo!" Jazz sneezed.
"You too," Maddie ordered, looking at Jazz.
Sam immediately felt a sneeze coming on and covered her mouth and nose. Wide-eyed, Sam bit her lip. Maddie looked at her suspiciously.
"Sam, take your hand away," Maddie ordered, reaching to feel Sam's forehead. Sam shook her head "no."
"Sam," Maddie said in a warning tone.
Sam sighed and dropped her hand. Once it was gone, she sneezed violently.
"Inside," Maddie ordered. Once Sam had gone through the doorway, the Fenton patriarch looked at Tucker expectantly.
Tucker merely shrugged.
Maddie returned his shrug and steeped inside.
"Since when do I not get colds?" Tucker asked the sky and shrugged once again.
"Congratulations," Maddie said as she looked at the thermometer in her hand.
"What? We're not sick?" Danny asked, surprised.
"No, I'm just amazed that you're still up and walking around," Maddie said as she maneuvered them all to Danny's room. "You all have fevers of over one-hundred and one."
"You know, I do kind of feel…" Sam said and feel over, into the bed.
Maddie nodded as Danny and Jazz did like-wise, then sighed. "I guess I'll call Sam's parents…"
"I feel like crap," Danny sighed as he pulled off a sweaty shirt.
"Me too," Jazz nodded as she shucked her top.
"Uh Jazz?" Danny asked.
"Oh," Jazz blushed, "Sorry, but…I'm just too hot."
"I'll say," Sam smiled as she too, pulled off her shirt.
An awkward silence ensued. The three hormone-driven teens looked each other over shyly, each not wanting to be seen by the others.
"Here," Danny said finally, handing each a blanket and turning on the fan.
"Let's just lay down and…well…" Sam said nervously.
"Cuddle?" Jazz guessed, blushingly.
Sam nodded.