Tiamat Dragoness: Welcome Back! Here's the awesome big sister's account of a first flight!

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It was no wonder that her brother enjoyed flying.

They soared above the roofs of the buildings. Jazz enjoyed the feeling of the wind whipping her hair and face. A scream tore from her throat as she suddenly began to fall. It was barely a moment before her brother's arms scooped her back up.

Jazz turned to glare at her snickering brother. "You jerk."

"Aw, don't be like that. Just think of happy things. It's the same as having wings."

"Whatever you say Peter Pan."

"Hey: faith, trust and ectoplasm Jazz."

"Don't you mean pixie dust, little brother?"

"Naw, ectoplasm is better. It can combust."

Jazz gave Danny a deadpanned look. "Really?"

"What can I say? Guys like explosions."

"So where are we going?"

"Second star to the right and straight on 'til morning."

"Haha, vey funny." Jazz rolled her eyes.

They kept on course, Danny occasionally startling her with his stunts until Jazz had threatened to deliberately suck him into a thermos and leave him in there. Ignoring her brother's snarky comment, Jazz returned her attention to the scenery as they traveled to a surprise Danny had for her. Despite her initial concerns, Danny assured her that it was something she would like.

Jazz watched as they flew past the town hall. Flying with her brother was much different than riding an aircraft; she would describe it as it being more intimate with the sky, nothing obstructing her connection with the wide blue expanse. A much different experience than any aircraft, but the view was just the same.

Ten years ago

"Get ready kiddos! The Fenton Dirigible is about to take off!" The Father of the six-year-old Jazz Fenton boomed out, he and the girl's mother making final adjustments to the controls.

At one of the windows, a four-year-old Danny was hopping up and down, trying to get a good look outside.

Jazz sat on a seat, watching her parents work. "Daddy, what's a derigi- duregi…"

"A dirigible is a blimp Sweetie," Maddie explained, pulling the googles from her eyes to the top of her shoulder-length hair. "Kinda like a hot-air ballon, but bigger." A little blur of a person dashed past the woman, ducking behind the console.

"Yessiree, the OPS center here, now with its new upgrades, can either turn into a blimp or a jet plane." Mr Fenton proclaimed, patting the wall of the OPS center. "Perfect in case we ever need to fight ghosts in the sky!"

"Haha! Pew pew!" Danny poked his head from behind the console that his parents were working on, pretending to be blasting 'ghosts'. Maddie chuckled, pulling the boy from his hiding place.

"But there's no such thing as ghosts," the six-year-old stated.

"Why sure there is Jazzy-pants! And we'll be ready for them if they ever decide to make trouble." Jack grinned, turning to look out the window with his fists on his hips, giving the large structure a once over. He then turned to his wife, who was tickling Danny to the point of making him squeal. "Everything seems to be ready Madds."

"Perfect!" Maddie set down the squirmy boy, who ran away from more tickles. "Time to buckle in kids."

Danny clambered to the seat next to his sister in an excited babble, having some difficulty pulling himself up. "Will this be safe?" Jazz asked, looking concerned.

"Of course it is!" Her mom said as she helped Danny with the seatbelt. "We've done this before. Your father and I just added some equipment and wanted to make sure they work."

Danny bounced in his seat. "Jazzy, we're gonna fly!"

"How does the Ups center turn ito a blimp?" Jazz again asked her parents. Jack Fenton bounded to the refrigerator. Pulling the door open, he then reached in to where Jazz can see a ham. "Daddy, why are you getting ham?"

"I'm gonna get the OPS center flying."

The girl gave her father a deadpanned look. "Ham can't make the ups center fly."

Jack only chuckled. "No Jazzerincess. I hid the switch to change the OPS center in the fridge next to the ham. Nobody would ever think to check by the ham!"

"Of course. You'd have to be crazy to think of something like that."

While Jack had missed the sass in Jazz's comment, her mother heard it quite clearly. "Jazz."

"Sorry."

"Jazzy is naughty~"

"Danny."

"BONZAI!"

The room began to shake, causing Jazz to grip her seat. She looked about, feeling scared. Danny on the other hand seemed to be enjoying himself as he was giggling like no mañana (Spanish word for tomorrow). The shaking ceased just as abruptly as it started, but Jazz could still feel herself (and the OPS Center) moving. She covered her eyes.

"How's the systems looking?"

"Looking fine as fudge! And the radar's working as it should."

Jazz still had her eyes covered. She didn't notice that as soon as the Fenton Dirigible had started its flight, the seat next to her became vacated. "Mom…"

"Cool!"

"Danny!" Her mother went after the wayward four year old, who was standing on a toolbox and looking out the window.

"Look at all the tiny people!" The little boy remarked as he was scooped up by his mother.

"What have I said about staying buckled up little mister?" Maddie asked rhetorically, gazing at her son bemusedly.

"Can we go to the moon?" Danny asked, his eyes shining in excitement.

"Sorry Danno, the Fenton Dirigible can't fly to the moon." Jack replied from the steering.

The little boy pouted a little, quite disappointed that he wouldn't be going to the moon, then cheered up as he spotted the park.

"Jazzy, come look!"

"…"

"Jazz?" Maddie looked to her daughter when she didn't answer her brother. She then noticed Jazz covering her eyes. "Sweetie, are you alright?" She asked, setting Danny down next to her.

"…"

"…Jack, can you hold onto Danny?"

"Of course! Hey Danny, wanna help your old man fly this bird?" A blur tackled the large man in response. Laughing at the boy's exuberance, Jack picked up his son and sat in the pilot chair. Danny sat in his lap, his small hands on top of his father's large, gloved hands.

Maddie walked up to Jazz's seat, kneeling down. "Jazz," the six year old peeked from her hands, "you okay?"

Jazz shook her head. "I'm scared."

"Come here." Unbuckling the seatbelt, Maddie scooped up her daughter into her arms. Jazz settled into the warm, safe embrace of her mother, feeling her hair be stroked and listening to words of comfort. "You're safe. Momma's got ya." They stayed like that for a while.

"Feeling better?" Maddie felt her daughter nod her head. "…would you like to see outside?" After a while, Jazz nodded.

"I won't let you go until you feel ready, okay?"

"Okay."

Standing upright, Mrs. Fenton carried Jazz to the window. Gathering her courage, the six year old peeked out. The entirety of Amity Park lay before her; the suburban roofs of homes which eventually melded into the towers of the urban part of her hometown. What could be compared to her brother's cars wove on thin line of black that made the roads. Jazz gazed in wonder on how the people looked like ants.

"Wow…"

The young girl giggled as some birds flew past her window, flying off into the clouds.

"…azz? Jazz?!"

"Oh? Sorry, what were you saying?"

Danny's neon green eyes looked at his sister in curiosity. "I was just asking what were you thinking about. You were kinda deep in thought."

"I was remembering that time when Mom and Dad flew us in the Fenton Blimp."

"UmHmm?"

"You were four, so you probably don't remember much." Jazz gazed at the trees they passed. "I was comparing flying in a craft versus being able to fly like you. There is definitely a sense of freedom."

Danny chuckled, "yeah, especially when you feel the wind in your hair, or the humidity of clouds."

"The sights you get to see that most would get to see normally."

"I still enjoy the fact that I'm right now breaking some law of physics or something." Danny snickered. Jazz heard something muttered like "in you face gravity."

She only rolled her eyes. "That must be your favorite reason of flying."

"That's actually, like my third reason why I like flying. The first is the sensations and second is doing it whenever I want. Flying is a great way to clear your head.

Jazz contemplated his reasoning. "Yeah, that would- Oh look!" Both siblings held their breath as they flew by a herd of deer grazing in a meadow. "Wow…"

It was no wonder that her brother enjoyed flying.

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Tiamat Dragoness: I hope you all enjoyed this installation of 'First Flight' about Jazz Fenton, the sassy 6 year old. I based her off of one of my sisters: she was quite a smarty pants and a sassy child. She's twelve now… and is still quite sassy and a smarty pants.

Crystal Da Pony: AWWWW! A little Danny! SQUEE! So cute! And lil' Jazzy too! I think I'm gonna die of happiness…