Here is epi #2. Only a short note here and more at the bottom. It looks like another potential fic is growing here. Tell me what you think.
Epilogue Two:
Tucker and Jazz Foley
Jazz rubbed her aching back for a minute and rested from her job of packing the dishes from the kitchen. She sighed then sat down and rubbed her pregnant belly.
"This is impossible!" Jazz said to herself as she surveyed the large task before her. Packing up and moving while you're pregnant, have to take care of a three year old, all while your husband is working, was nearly an impossible task, even if you've hired movers to do the bulk of the work. She wasn't going to complain too much though. It had taken a lot of convincing, talking, teasing and another pregnancy to convince Tucker to move back to Amity Park, of course his mother crying about being able to watch to her grand babies grow up clinched it.
Tucker Foley, always and forever a Techno Geek walked into the kitchen with is three year old son Wulf Jackson Foley on his shoulder. He put his son down and looked at his wife with loving concern. Saying that, Tucker worshipped the ground Jazz walked on was a understatement.
"Jazz," Tucker said as he put his hand on her shoulder. "You should go lie down. I'll pack up the kitchen." They'd hired people to take care of most of the packing, but Jazz insisted that she be allowed to pack the kitchen herself. She didn't trust her dishes to anyone. Of course, what Tucker was that a large portion of Jazz's prized and beautiful dishes were gifts from ghosts, and Jazz wanted to keep it that way, surprisingly, Tucker had grown a little curmudgeonly where ghosts were concerned after their son was born.
The dishes were picky about how they were handled , and the last thing Jazz wanted was the bad luck of one of them breaking, especially since her half ghost brother wasn't around to deal with it.
"Why aren't you letting the movers pack your computer room?" Jazz teased lightly then smiled at the look on her husband's face.
"Everything in that room is extremely sensitive," Tucker told her softly. "I can't risk letting things get damaged by a careless mover."
"I feel the same way," Jazz said as she knelt down and looked at the jam encrusted face of her son.
"We pwayed in the pawk Mommy," the child said as he smiled and wiped his hands down his pants. "An den we ate pweenut butta sammatches."
"I can see that Jackie," Jazz laughed as she grabbed a towel and began cleaning off her son's hands. She smiled up at Tucker for a moment as if to chastise him for the mess.
"I was going to throw him in the bathtub," Tucker said as he anticipated a lecture then made his wife stand and looked into her pale face in concern. "Are you all right?"
Jazz smiled guiltily then sat down. "I've been having mild contractions," She admitted. Tucker's eyes widened and Jazz shook her head. "We have another two weeks before the baby is due Tuck. It's nothing to worry about."
Tucker eyed his wife worriedly the picked up their son. "I'm going to get him bathed then I'll come help you." Jazz smiled at her husband for a moment then nodded her head and kissed her son as they left the kitchen.
Jazz picked up a delicate green plate, it was her most beautifully painted dish, and the most frightening, as she was told the ghost imprisoned in it was a rather powerful grumpy creature. She often wondered why random ghosts liked to give her dishes, and why they left the ghosts bound into them. She figured it was a vengeance thing. Danny had told her it was better not to look too deeply into motivations when it came to ghosts and their gifts, of course his attic was filled with haunted items so he had little room to talk.
Jazz sighed as she looked at the plate in her hands. It was hard not to feel bad for the creatures caught in the glass, especially when she caught sight of a face along the surface as she tilted the dish in the light. She was as kind as she could be to her prisoners, often murmuring what she hoped were words of comfort and kindness as she dusted them or moved them from one spot to another.
Suddenly, a sharp pain twisted through Jazz and she gasped. The plate nearly slipped from her fingers as she took a deep breath and relaxed into the pain. She placed the plate safely on the table then braced herself against the counter, taking time to look up at the kitchen clock as she continued to breath through the wracking pain of the contraction.
"Okay," Jazz said as the pain eased away. "I've been through this before. It's just one." She wasn't ready to go into labor. She wanted to have this baby in Amity Park. She was not going into labor if she could help it. Jazz turned to pick up the dish then frowned as she felt a gush of warmth trickling down her legs. She closed her eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. There was no denying it now, she was going to have the baby today, and if Jackie's delivery was any indication, it was going to be very fast.
"Tucker!" Jazz yelled as she walked to the phone. She carelessly bumped the table and the fragile haunted little dish she'd just set down, crashed to the floor and shattered into a million ecto green glowing pieces. Jazz however, was too caught up to notice either the breakage or the swirling glowing green mist raising from the broken pieces.
"Tucker!" Jazz called again as she dialed the phone and sat down in the nearest chair. She put the phone to her ear and frowned. It was dead. She took a deep breath, not feeling like walking back to the handset to make sure it was connected, it was then that she noticed the green mist snaking it's way around her feet, and the shards of glass on the floor.
"No!" She said in horror. "Oh man! No!" She felt like pulling out her hair and another contraction ripped through her. She called for Tucker again as soon as the contraction eased. She walked to the door with the hope that the ghost would prefer to escape than stay and haunt her kitchen, completely over looking the fact that if the ghost wanted to escape, no mere walls would hold it. The door wouldn't open. Jazz pulled on it again. Chills of horror shivered across her skin and she took a deep calming breath and walked to through the dining room then yelled up the stairs. "Tucker! I need you! Now!"
She picked up the phone in the hall, hoping to at the very least call Danny and get some help dealing with the creature manifesting itself in the kitchen, but that phone was dead as well. Jazz went weak with dread.
"Jazz?" Tucker asked as he found his wife leaning back in the chair in the hall, her eyes closed. She looked at him and held up her hand as she breathed through another contractions.
"Kitchen," Jazz finally said. "Don't go in there."
"What?" Tucker asked as he knelt beside his wife in concern. "What happened?"
Jazz sighed deeply as the contraction ended then looked into her husband's eyes for a long moment. She was filled with the urge to tell him how much she loved him and how good he'd always been to her, but she was scared that such a statement might frighten him in the current situation.
"First things first," Jazz said. "I'm in labor. My water broke."
"What?" Tucker asked as he stood. "I thought we had another two weeks!"
"You know babies," Jazz nearly laughed. "They do things on their own time."
Tucker nodded his head and knelt again beside Jazz's chair. "What would you like me to do?"
Jazz smiled and brushed her fingers against his face. "We need to get a hold of Danny," she said.
"Danny?" Tucker asked suddenly feeling more worried than he already was. "Why?"
Jazz smiled at him sheepishly then told him about the haunted plate. "I broke it," She said wincing at the upset look on Tucker's face. "So there is a ghost manifesting itself in the kitchen and the phone is dead."
"Okay," Tucker said calmly as he took his cell phone out of his pocket and walked to the front door. It wouldn't open. He said nothing to Jazz, he didn't want to alarm her too much. "We'll call Danny. Call the sitter and go to the hospital. What ever is in the kitchen will be gone before we come home." Jazz nodded her head then leaned back in the chair, relieved that Tucker's cell phone worked.
Both Tucker and Jazz looked at each other in alarm as a loud thumping, a few crashes, and several screams floated from the kitchen. Tucker handed Jazz the phone then lifted his wife into his arms and carried her as quickly up the stairs as he could.
"Make that ghosts manifesting in the kitchen," Jazz said as she imagined the rest of her dishes being broken. "I doubt that we're going to be safe upstairs."
"Because we know ghosts don't like climbing stairs," Tucker chuckled breathlessly.
"I'm glad you have a sense of humor about the situation," Jazz teased. Tucker raised his eyebrows. Then cried out in pain as Jazz's fingernails began digging into his shoulders.
"Ow!" Jazz growled as she was hit by another contraction. She felt the urge to bite Tucker's shoulder, hard.
"Ouch!" Tucker cried and struggled to hold on to Jazz. "You're hurting me!"
"Good!" Jazz growled, not letting go as Tucker laid her on the bed. Tucker gave her a wary look as he took the phone and dialed.
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"It's too early in the morning to be calling here Tuck you jerk!" Sam said grumpily as she answered the phone.
"We've got an emergency Samantha," Tucker growled back at her. "Is Danny home?"
"No," Sam answered still sounding a little irate. "This is week two you know."
"Damn!" Tucker growled then looked at Jazz who was laying on the bed with her eyes closed. He walked down the hall to Jackie's room. The boy luckily was playing with his toys.
"Why?" Sam asked immediately picking up that something was very wrong. "Is Jazz having the baby?"
"Yeah," Tucker said absently. "But it's worse than that."
"Worse?" Sam asked. "Do you have ghosts or something?"
"Yes!" Tucker answered. "And we can't leave the house." The silence on the other end of the phone indicated that Sam had covered the mouth piece and was laughing.
"Don't say a word," Tucker threatened. "I'm serious Sam."
"All right," Sam said gently. "Don't you have a Fenton Thermos around there somewhere?"
"No!" Tucker answered. He'd refused to bring one when they moved. Jazz had agreed readily, as she was eager to keep herself and her children away from the ghost wackiness of her family, though she accepted quickly that there was no way to escape from said wackiness. Tucker was still in denial.
"Can I talk to Jazz?" Sam asked softly.
"Yeah," Tucker said as he walked back into the bedroom then looked at his wife who was now laying on her side on the bed.
"Sheets Tuck," she said. "I need lots of sheets."
"Do you want to talk to Sam?" Tucker asked as he sat down and began rubbing her back. Jazz said nothing, she just took the phone then pointed to the door which was an indication to get the sheets she asked for.
"Where's Danny?" Tucker heard Jazz ask as he walked from the room. He peeked downstairs and frowned as he could see the ghostly mist snaking its way out of the kitchen and into the dinning room. He sighed, walked to the linen closet, grabbed an armful of sheets then went to get Jackie and a few toys.
"I am not going to call Vlad," Jazz growled irately into the phone as Tucker walked back into the room and shut the door. She took a look at Jack then at Tucker and frowned.
"It's escaping from the kitchen," Tucker told her. He looked at the window and wondered if maybe they could escape that way. He looked his heavily pregnant wife then scratched that idea.
Jazz hung up the phone and cursed under her breath then sat up a little. Tucker helped her situate herself as comfortably as possible. It was pretty apparent that the baby was going to be born at home. Tucker tried not to look as panicked as he felt.
Tucker Foley, Techno Geek and nerd, loved his wife and child. It had taken a long time to win his Jazz's heart and he wasn't sure he could bare life is she was some how taken away from him. He knelt down and whispered words of comfort to Jackie, explaining as best as he could that the baby was on it's way. His fingers itched to occupy himself with his PDA, but instead he set up a game for Jack to play and put the boy comfortably in the corner with a few pillows and a blanket.
"I'm going to go see if this ghost can be reasoned with," Tucker told Jazz gently.
"No!" Jazz said as she grabbed her husband's hand. "Don't leave me!" She was taken by another contraction.
"Then I'm calling for help!" Tucker told her as he searched in his desk for the phone number of a certain ghost hybrid in Wisconsin.
"No!" Jazz screamed as another contraction rocked her. Jack ran to his father and started crying, begging to be picked up.
"Jazz," Tucker said calmly. "You're scaring Jackie." Jazz did her best to compose herself as Tuck held his crying child and begged for Vlad to answer the phone.
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"Mr. Foley," Vlad said silkily. "You're saying that you are trapped in your house by ghosts and your wife is currently about to give birth?"
"Yes!" Tucker said in frustration.
"Why didn't you call Daniel?" Vlad asked in a bored tone of voice.
"Because he's in The Ghost Zone!" Tucker answered then shivered as Vlad laughed.
"Never fear Mr. Foley. You're ghost issues will be taken care of as soon as possible," Vlad continued to laugh then hung up the phone.
"As long as your price isn't any of my children…" Tucker said to the buzzing phone. He looked and made eye contact with Jazz, who was looking extremely frightened.
"It's going to be all right," Tucker said soothingly as he put his son down in the little nest he'd made for him then turned to his wife.
"I need to push!" she said forcefully then began to instruct Tucker on everything he needed to do.
Tucker still hated anything to do with the medical profession. It didn't matter that his wife's career centered around medicine, he still hated it and was loath to admit that mostly it was because he was extremely squeamish. He fainted when Jack was born. He could feel the sweat dotting along his forehead and wiped it with his bicep.
The house rocked and a roar filtered its way upstairs. Jazz gripped the blankets on the bed and Jack ran to hide his head in his father's legs. Tucker reflected that he'd been in many scary situations, but this has to be the most frightening.
Tucker could hear the ghosts downstairs as they raged through the house. He only hoped they wouldn't find them as he helped Jazz deliver their….daughter.
"It's a girl!" Tucker announced happily as he placed the slippery baby on her mother's stomach.
"We already knew that," Jazz said tiredly as she smiled and took the crying newborn into her arms. Tucker gave her a blanket to wrap around the baby.
"I'm going down there," he said. Jazz was too occupied with her new daughter to care much if Tucker stayed or went. Tuck put Jackie up beside his mother then slipped out of the room.
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Everything was eerily quiet as Tucker crept down the stairs. He paused as he looked around. It didn't look like there had been a major ghost invasion in the house. In fact, the entire downstairs was packed, and ready to go.
Tucker stopped at the kitchen door then frowned to see a familiar ghost sitting at his kitchen table. He looked up at Tucker and jumped. Vlad in his ghost form turned, looked at Tucker and started laughing.
"You're afraid of the Box Ghost?" Vlad asked.
"I am the Box Ghost!" The Box Ghost declared. "Master of all things boxed and cubical. All fear me." Vlad gave him a tired look.
Tucker scratched his head for a moment then smiled a little. "It was only The Box Ghost!"
"Hey!" The Box Ghost said sounding hurt. "Beware! I shall pack all your valuables in small cardboard boxes!"
Tucker shook his head and looked at Vlad again. "It's funny. The Fenton Thermos could never hold him, but a ghostly dish could?"
"I curse the evil ghost who imprisoned me in the crockery of terror!" The Box Ghost declared.
"Yes," Vlad said as he narrowed his eyes at Tucker. "Now he seems to be your problem to deal with."
"Than.." Tucker started to say as Vlad disappeared in a poof of pinkish smoke. He frowned and looked at the box ghost for a minute. He edged through the kitchen and then opened the door, sighing in relief as it was no longer sealed closed. Tucker dialed 911 on his phone and called for an ambulance for Jazz and the baby then looked at The Box Ghost.
"Listen," he said. "I don't want to have a problem with you! I'll sic Danny on you and…"
"No no!" The Box Ghost cried. "Not him! All I want to do is box things." Tucker smiled, well it was one way to avoid the expense and bother of dealing with movers packing their house.
"Okay," Tucker said. "Here is the deal. If I let you pack up everything in this house…will you leave us in peace?"
The Box Ghost thought for a minute then nodded his head. "Deal!"
"Good," Tucker said. "Now make yourself scarce. We don't need you scaring the paramedics." With that The Box Ghost vanished. Tucker chuckled to himself as he made his way upstairs to check on Jazz and finish welcoming the newest member of their family, Renee Madeline Foley.
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I know it's not like a tied up neatly with string epilogue it's just a little peak so you can see that Tucker and Jazz are happy together.
I can see another story growing out of this though. What do you think? I know here I am thinking of another story when I've practically burnt out on Danny Phantom. Yes, yes I am sick in the head. I admit it. A review or ten thousand would be appreciated though.
Love you all. Next up, some time soon, Danny and Sam.