Danny was in the middle of his usual evening patrol when he heard the roar of Valerie's hoverboard again. He sighed but slowed, coming to a stop above a quiet street.

It wasn't hard to guess what she wanted to talk about. Freakshow's arrest was the big talk of the day, since it was breaking news this morning. And, well, he had sent Valerie to deal with it for him. He owed her that much, at least.

Before long, Valerie came into view, her bright red suit clearly visible even in the falling darkness. Some corner of Danny's brain itched at the sight, but he dismissed it—he just hadn't gotten quite used to seeing Valerie in her old suit, that was all.

And then she was in front of him, and his brain screamed and his core ached like an old wound and, oh, yeah, hm.

Because in her hand, she held a long staff, topped off with a large red crystal ball.

"Phantom," Valerie greeted him when she drew even. Her hold on the staff was loose, but just seeing it prevented Danny from moving a muscle. "I'm glad you waited for me. Don't think I could've caught up with you otherwise."

If he tried, he could outfly her, yes, but he usually didn't patrol at his top speed. Not that he could tell her that, with the ball present. Without an active command to follow, it just drowned the world out, dulling his senses. Everything felt muted. Well. Everything but Valerie and the ball.

"No response? Huh." She cocked her head, then followed his line of sight back to the red crystal. "Oh, does it work even without a command? Guess I'll get right to the point."

She cleared her throat, and Danny's eyes snapped over to her.

"Wow, uh, the unblinking stare is a little creepy. Wait. Why are your eyes red now? Is that because of the ball? Oh, shit, wait, I'm rambling. Phantom." She cleared her throat again, then straightened her posture, as if she could dispel her nerves that easily. "Phantom, I want you to tell me if you and Specter are really threats. And be honest."

"Well," Danny started. He didn't think he wanted to tell her this, but the buzzing in his mind, echoed in his core, was just so loud. He couldn't find the words to say anything but what Valerie asked of him. "Specter is young still. Her core still has quite a ways to go before it reaches maturity, so she'll slowly grow stronger over time. Her powers can still go a lot of directions based on the way she uses them, but she's leaning towards more defensive powers, now. And she's very true, very honest. Even if she had powerful offensive capabilities, she wouldn't be a threat."

He paused, just for a moment too long, because Valerie asked, "And you?"

"My core is fully matured, and I'm powerful, even for a mature ghost. Most of my powers are offensive in nature, and some are extremely destructive, or could be used that way." He swallowed. His throat felt dry, all of a sudden. Memories of the would-be future, of Dan's future, played through his mind, unbidden. "I… I could be a threat. I could be the most destructive ghost to set foot on this planet. I could lay waste to all of Amity, destroy it like it was nothing. Nobody would have the power—the inventions—to stop me."

It felt like his throat had closed up, but still he kept talking. "But I… I promised I wouldn't be. I would rather see myself destroyed than see that happen. My… my friends, my family. I promised them, Valerie, I said I would never be that person."

"Jesus, Phantom," Valerie whispered. "Man, you're crying." He was? "You can wipe that off of your face if you want, jeez. You don't have to hold still for a statue for me."

A numbness—he hadn't even realized he was numb—ebbed away from his core. His limbs stopped feeling like they were made of lead, now, and when had that even started? He lifted a hesitant hand to his face, wiping away— yes, indeed, tears.

"Well, shit, you were maybe a little too honest there. Didn't even realize that that was possible." Valerie's voice was quiet, low, like she was talking to herself. Did she know he could hear her? That his ears were straining to make out every word she spoke, looking for commands that he didn't even want, but still needed? "Fuck, though. That was genuine distress. Definitely not a threat if he can help it."

She shook the staff a little, drawing Danny's eyes back to it. What was she…?

"Oh, Phantom," Valerie said, louder now, and he turned back to her. "I had another question. Or, well, a theory? That I wanted you to confirm for me."

He didn't want to, and couldn't open his mouth to tell her so. His head nodded of its own accord.

"Good," she said, pleased, like he'd had a real choice in the matter. Didn't she know? "So, Specter. She's… not a proper ghost, is she? Or she can take up a human guise, or something? But she's. She's Jazz Fenton, right? Tell me if I'm right about that."

No.

"Yes, Jazz Fenton is half-ghost, and calls herself Specter in her ghost form."

Valerie nodded, slowly, like she wasn't really surprised. Danny figured she wasn't, not really, if she asked him to confirm. It didn't stop him from feeling guilty about revealing Jazz' secret, though, but it was hard to think about that with the buzzing in his mind.

"Okay, so you're Danny Fenton, aren't you?"

"Yes," Danny said. He didn't elaborate. She hadn't asked for the whole truth. Hopefully this universe's Danny wouldn't mind.

"Well, that was all." She turned to look at the crystal staff, then back to him. "Phantom, you're free to go."

Finally the buzzing faded away, and Danny immediately clenched his eyes shut. He refused to look at the ball again. Couldn't look at the ball again.

"Valerie," he gritted out, through his teeth. "Break that thing right this fucking second, or I will do it. And I'll do it blind."

"What? As long as no one's using it to rob stores or whatever it's fine, right?" She didn't even sound apologetic. "Wouldn't that be a way better method to stop dangerous ghosts from coming into the city?"

"Do you even know what that staff does?" he growled, fingers digging into the skin around his eyes. Double up on protection against the staff, so he doesn't accidentally open his eyes and see it. "You can't— You can't imagine how it feels, to have control over your everything wrenched away like that! The moment a ghost, any ghost, lays their eyes on that staff, it's like someone closes a vice around your very self. The world fades away and your mind is just a soft buzz, and it's like nothing exists except that god damn staff and whoever is fucking holding it!"

"Oh." Her voice was quiet now, too quiet for Danny to make out any emotions. He consoled himself that he wouldn't be able to read her expression anyway, with the mask. "I didn't… Is that how it works?"

"Yes," he bit out. "And I refuse to let that thing exist for a second more. Break it, Valerie, or I will."

There was a shifting noise, and Danny tensed himself, ready to make the shot. He didn't know where it was, would undoubtedly hit Valerie, but…

A crashing noise, like breaking glass.

He opened his eyes automatically, peeking between his fingers to see the staff in Valerie's hands. The crystal ball was gone, reduced to red shards on her hoverboard.

It still itched in his mind, the fragments of swirls sharp and cutting.

A whine, a flash of light. A sensation of hot-cold.

And again.

"Are you…" he blinked away the after-images of red, red, red, to shoot an incredulous look at Valerie. "Are you shooting the shards?"

"Making sure it's really destroyed," she said, flat. "I. Shit, man. I just wanted someone to tell me the truth for once, to be honest with me. Not… I didn't…"

He heaved a breath, something that could've been a sigh. "I figured. I just… I trusted you to deal with that, to make sure it wasn't an issue."

"And I turned it against you." Her voice was grim. "Shit, Danny, I'm sorry. I genuinely didn't realize it was that bad. Fuck."

"Don't… worry too much about it." He wanted her to realize how fucked-up that was, but… but drowning her in guilt wouldn't do either of them any good. "It happened. Make sure it doesn't happen again."

"Yeah. I… yeah." She nodded, her eyes wandering back to the scorched remains of the crystal ball. They had molten under the ectoplasmic blasts of Valerie's weaponry, scorched black and misshapen. She still held the staff. "Is the rest dangerous too, or was it just the ball?"

"Just the ball." He shook his head, like he could throw the memories off that easily. Well. At least it would be hard to have nightmares with how little he slept nowadays. "What… If you kept the staff, what happened to other ghosts? The ones Freakshow had under control?"

Valerie poked the shards with the staff, rolling them around on her board. "I let them go. Took the staff right from Freakshow's hands, and told the other ghosts they were free to go, that it wouldn't control them again. Was that… right? Okay?"

"Yeah. Yeah, that would've done the trick." That, at least, was some comfort. And she didn't mean it, not like that, and he got that, but still. Doing something terrible because you didn't realize it was so bad doesn't make it okay. "I… I'm gonna go."

"Right," she said. "Um. I'll finish up your patrol for you."

He nodded. Didn't say anything as he left. Thanking her would've been polite, but then, she could've just asked for more information, instead of… that.

"Um, Phantom?"

Danny turned around, frowning at the person he saw there. "Sidney? What's up?"

"I, uh." The full ghost shifted, uncertainly. "A bunch of the kids at Casper High are getting sick, and developing ghost powers. Jazz asked if you knew more about that?"

"Dammit," he swore, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fuck, yeah, unfortunately I do." He lifted up from the rooftop, thankfully already in his ghost form. "Come on, let's go."

"Oh, uh, yes!"

The flight back was quick—maybe a little too quick for Sidney—and left them hovering over the school. Luckily Danny didn't have to worry about finding Jazz, because she joined them soon enough.

"Phantom! So, the sickness—"

"It gives them ghost powers, yeah. It's a side-effect from something else, it's not like being half-ghost." He cast out his ghost sense, picking up the muffled effect of the overshadowing mosquitoes, but none were left out in the open. "It's caused by tiny mosquito ghosts. They phase into students, almost like overshadowing but not quite. Their presence causes ecto-contamination, which is slowly poisoning the students."

"And that will kill them," Jazz realized, grimly. "So we need to get them out. But why? How?"

"They're Spectra's. She's using them to farm human DNA from desirable targets. Everyone else is just… caught in the wave, I guess." He made a face. "She's trying to build a perfect human body for herself, that's why she's targeting the kids. Youth, y'know? We need to get the mosquitoes out."

"Okay, so I repeat, how?" She gestured at the parents that were already gathering in the parking lot, all hearing about the sick kids. Coming to hear more about how their kid is doing. "And how do we stop Spectra?"

He hummed, thinking it over for a moment. "Alright, here's my idea. First of all, we need someone we can trust to run the quarantine, or else Bertrand will do it. We can…" Oh, now there was an idea. Jazz was gonna hate it, but it would work. "We'll get the Fenton parents to run it. You can use your ghost powers to pretend you're sick, and I'll come with as your brother. Put up a bit of a play like "wow, isn't that strangely ghostly?" and they'll jump to take control of this situation. If Spectra isn't running the quarantine, she can't access the DNA she wants, and she'll be forced out into the open."

"Oh yeah, because that went so well last time." Jazz frowned, clearly hesitant. "I don't know, Phantom. You haven't interacted with anyone in your human form in ages. I'm not sure if that's a good idea. And there's no way my brother won't find out. What would he think, when he hears about this?"

Uh. Did she not… Wow, Danny, what a screw-up. Did he seriously forget to tell Jazz that her actual brother knew the whole story? Good going, pal.

"We'll deal with that when it comes to it," he said, instead of trying to explain all that. They were in a hurry, now. Had to get their parents to take the quarantine before Spectra and Bertrand could. "We have to hurry, now. Come on, let's find a quiet spot to shift back."

"Your clothes like terrible," Jazz said, the moment Phantom shifted to human form, and she felt like she could slap herself. "You should've told me! I could've bought you something less worn down!"

"It's fine, Jazz." He tugged on the hem of his shirt, clearly self-conscious now. "I'm usually in my ghost form anyway. Come on, let's go find our— your parents."

"Right," she said, following him. She made a mental note to get Phantom new clothes after this was all done.

Luckily, their parents were easy to find. The two were to the side of the mob, clearly unwilling to join in just yet. Probably because they didn't have confirmation that their kids were sick, too.

It made Jazz feel a little guilty about what they were about to do, but… Phantom was right. This was the best plan they had, and they couldn't risk anything else, not with the kids as sick as they were.

"Mom, Dad!" Phantom yelled, and Jazz let herself go soft and pliable against his side. Time to act like her life depended on it.

"Danny, Jazz!" her mom called back, rushing their way. "Oh, Jazz, honey, are you sick too?"

She murmured something incomprehensible, bobbing her head in a limp nod. She flapped a hand in their direction, but turned it invisible, making the gesture useless. Useless for gesturing, but perfect for demonstrating.

"Oh, kiddo." Her dad crowded against her, taking her weight from Phantom. "Shouldn't you be with the other kids, if you're so sick?" His voice was quiet with worry.

"Sorry, it's just." Phantom paused, gesturing at her. She took it for the cue it probably was, and flickered invisible for a moment. He nodded, almost imperceptibly, and continued. "I just thought the symptoms were… strangely ghostly? Like, what kind of normal sickness would make people go invisible, or intangible, or fly?"

A gloved hand pressed against Jazz' cheek as her mom leaned in closer. "Yes, that is very odd. It's almost like ecto-contamination, isn't it, Jack? Except no one develops ghost-like abilities with that."

Ha. Little did she know.

"That's certainly concerning," her dad agreed, wrapping an arm more tightly around her, like he could make sure she couldn't go anywhere. She flickered herself invisible once more, feeling his grip tighten a little more in response. "We'll have to set up some kind of quarantine, figure out what caused this and how to fix this. Danny, you aren't sick, right?"

Phantom jerked, startled. "Uh, no, no, I'm fine. You go take care of this, I'll stay clear. I…" He looked at Jazz, licked his lips. "I wouldn't want to get sick too."

"Okay. You go back home, then. You might need to make your own dinner, though. We might be a while."

"Yeah, sure." He nodded. "I, uh, better get going then." His eyes darted between all three of them. "And, uh. Stay safe."

"We will, sweetie." Her mom pressed a kiss to Phantom's forehead, before turning back to Jack and Jazz. "Let's get going. The sooner we start, the sooner we'll figure this out."

They moved back to the crowd of parents, leaving Phantom in the hallway. He watched them go, blinking after them. Almost… stunned? And, oh.

He hadn't interacted with their parents all this time. This plan, no matter how she might've felt about it, had forced him to talk to her own parents, to pretend that it hadn't been months since he had seen his own.

And her mom had kissed him. On his forehead.

She snapped back to the moment when she heard her mom raise her voice, but she wasn't talking to Jazz. Cold seeped from her core, and, ah. This sketchy doctor-looking guy was Bertrand. That made sense.

"I don't care that you're from the government," Maddie said, sharply. "These kids are suffering from an illness of ectoplasmic origin. The government doesn't have the resources, nor the experience, to deal with this properly. I will not see these kids suffer from your ignorance. Jack and I are ghost experts, and we will handle this. You can tell your boss that."

The doctor sneered, but nodded, once, jerkily. Then he turned around and stormed out.

Soon, Spectra would know, and she would come. Jazz would have to leave as soon as possible, so she could help Phantom fight her.

Her parents brought her into the re-purposed gym, steering her into one of the makeshift rooms. Jazz stepped inside, already halfway through pulling on her core when she realized she wasn't alone.

"Jazz?" Valerie asked, pushing herself up on her elbows. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm, uh. Sick." She loosened her grip on her core again. Shifting to ghost form would not only reveal her secret to Valerie, but break all the trust they had built. Val wasn't that trusting of ghosts yet. She would hate them forever, if she found out that Jazz was one—or part of one.

"Right," Valerie said, sounding utterly unconvinced. She flapped a hand, red ectoplasm curdling around it. "Like I am?"

Jazz flickered invisible demonstratively, but Valerie's flat look remained.

"Look, Jazz. You look like you're itching to leave." Which was true, but also, rude. "Just go. I know a ghost situation when I see one, and this one has ghostly shenanigans written all over it."

"Fair enough, but…" She frowned at Valerie. "Why would that involve me going anywhere?"

Valerie's look, impossibly, grew even flatter. "Because you're Specter? Look, it's pretty obvious when you get as many clues I picked up on. Just go, I'll cover for you if your parents come back."

She felt her heart skip a beat—or two, maybe—at Valerie's admission. "You know? Since when?!"

"Since not that long ago." Valerie shook her head, dismissive. "We'll talk it through later. You probably need to be out there now, don't you?"

"Yeah, well, you're probably jumping to come too, aren't you?" She quirked an eyebrow at Valerie. "Since you're the Red Huntress and all that?"

Valerie tensed a little. "It's not like that matters," she finally said, hesitantly. "I don't have any of my gear with me. I won't be any help."

Jazz snorted, gesturing at Valerie's hand, which glowed with red ectoplasm once more. "What's that, then? A night light?"

"You want me to join you?" Valerie shook her head. "That would out my identity. I can't do that, Jazz."

"Not if you don't go alone, it won't." And, hey, that was an idea. Using those powers wouldn't speed up the illness, but it would help her and Phantom. "I'll shift, and round up a bunch of the students as Specter. You can join in inconspicuously."

"I don't even know how to fire a shot with this!" Valerie shook her glowing hand demonstratively. "How would I be any help?!"

"You guys might get in a lucky shot or two. At the very least, you'll be a distraction to Spectra." Jazz tugged on her core, shifted to Specter in a bright flash of light. "Keep an ear out for me, okay?"

"Fine," Valerie muttered, standing up from the bed. "But if I accidentally blast you or your brother I won't take responsibility."

Jazz laughed, feeling lighter already. "Duly noted."

She passed through a few of the rooms and was pleased to find that most students cheered upon seeing her. Few had powers that could be useful in a fight, but Jazz asked them all along nonetheless. And, shockingly, almost all came.

The sounds of a fight reached her once she got close enough to the gym's walls, and she guided her small army of ghost-powered students to a nearby door. While they navigated there without being noticed, Jazz phased through the wall, finding the hallway beyond occupied.

"Specter!" Phantom greeted her, before pausing to shoot an ecto-blast at Spectra. "Glad to see you!"

"I came as quickly as I could," she assured him, firing a few blasts of her own. "Where's Bertrand?"

"Dealt with him first." Phantom dodged left to avoid Spectra's lunge, and Jazz dove right.

Faintly, she could hear footsteps approaching. Good. Backup was on the way.

"Aren't you two precious?" Spectra crooned, grinning at them. "I feel like I could melt looking at you!"

"I wish you would," Phantom muttered venomously, and Jazz laughed. "Seriously, can't you just take the hint and stay gone?"

"Oh, like the two of you are any threat to me!" She laughed, honey-sweet and sharp as a knife.

A bolt of ectoplasm hit Spectra right in the chest, knocking her flat against a wall.

It was red.

"Good shot!" Jazz shouted down as the crowd of students cheered. "Come on, Phantom, let's go show her how pathetic we are!"

Phantom grinned back. "Good thinking!"

They rained down ecto-blasts upon Spectra, gold and green and occasional flashes of other colors—Valerie's red, but also blue and even pink—until the ghost was collapsed on the ground. Not once did the blasts let up enough for Spectra to move.

"Keep it up!" Jazz called, reaching for her Thermos. Phantom's blasts grew faster, and the students in the crowd seemed to double their efforts, too. Paulina had found her way to the front, and apparently had some sort of ice powers, repeatedly freezing Spectra's arms to the floor. Valerie, right next to her, proved her unerring aim by landing blast after blast of red energy against the ghost.

Her hands wrapped around the Thermos, one hand on the lid, ready to release it, Jazz dove. Just before she reached Spectra, she yelled, "Stop!"

Silence fell as everyone halted, and Jazz uncapped the Thermos. Spectra screeched, but couldn't escape the beam.

Jazz re-capped the Thermos, huffing out an exhausted but satisfied breath. "Got her."

The other kids cheered, the sound only broken by the occasional cough or wheeze.

"Thanks for your help, folks," Phantom said, lowering himself to talk to them more easily. "Really, you guys did great. But please get back to your quarantine now, before you get any sicker, yeah?"

They started heading back again, taking the hint when she and Phantom flew up higher again.

"That was a clever idea," Phantom complimented, taking the Thermos from her. "But now you gotta go back and hide with them. I'll see if I can figure out a way to replicate the solution from last time, okay?"

"Yeah, alright. Thanks." She ran a hand through her hair, her core constricting at the upcoming conversation. "Did you know that Valerie figured me out?"

Phantom flinched, almost imperceptibly. "I… Yeah. Is that why it took so long?"

"That, and gathering the other students." Jazz looked at him, but Phantom's posture had gotten stiff, defensive. Whatever happened, he didn't want to talk about it. She would do him that favor. "I'd better get going. See you later, Phantom."

"Yeah," he said, then cleared his throat. Summoned an almost-real smile. "See you later, Jazz."

She flew back down, invisible as she phased back in her room with Valerie. She touched down, dropped her invisibility, and shifted back in one swift movement.

"Welcome back to the land of the sick," Valerie greeted her, sitting on the edge of her bed. "Now what?"

"I'm working on it." She ran a hand through her hair, carding it. "I know how it's caused, but I don't know how to stop it. Phantom has more experience, he'll figure something out soon enough."

Valerie frowned at her, opened her mouth as if to say something, but the cloth that formed a door to their ramshackle room rustled, stopping her.

"Hey kids," Maddie's voice sounded from the opening. "We figured out a solution. Come on!"

"Coming, Mom!" Jazz assured her, and watched her mom disappear again. She turned back to Valerie. "Let's go, before it gets worse."

"What about you?" Valerie pushed herself to her feet again, wavering for a short moment before stabilizing. "You're not really sick, are you?"

Jazz ducked under Valerie's arm, offering a bit of support. "I'll find a moment to duck out, or whatever. It'll be fine."

"Hm."

They joined Maddie in the sort-of hallway, other sick students trailing after her.

"Hey, Mom? How did you figure out the fix so quickly?" Jazz asked, walking a little closer to talk more easily. "Wasn't it a really weird thing?"

"Yes, that's true," Maddie agreed easily. "We weren't sure how to deal with it, actually, but your brother had a brilliant idea! Our Fenton Ghost Catcher can filter out ectoplasmic contamination, and this is undoubtedly caused by such contamination!"

"Huh." She wasn't sure why she was surprised by that. Of course Phantom had come in to steer their parents into the right solution.

They entered the open space, where her Dad was waiting with the Ghost Catcher. Jazz hadn't even realized that it did anything but, well. If it was Phantom's idea, it must've worked. Now she just had to find a way to duck out.

"So now what?" Valerie asked, low. "Because that thing will deal with your whole half-ghost thing too, won't it?"

"Probably," Jazz whispered back. "Can you stand on your own? I'll try to sneak out, or something."

"Yeah, sure." Valerie freed herself from Jazz' grasp, but frowned at her. "But won't your parents worry, if you're the only person who didn't get 'cured'?"

She made a face. Yeah, they probably would.

"Oh, Jazz!" Phantom hurried up to her, in his human form, and took her arm. "I told our parents I would give you a proper decontamination at home. Come on, let's go."

Jazz blinked at him, then nodded. "Uh, yeah, of course. Bye Val, see you later."

Phantom dragged her along, and they stayed quiet until they were alone in the hallways.

"Thanks, Phantom," she told him then. "I wasn't sure how to get out of that alone."

He jerked to a stop, dropping her arm. Turned to frown at her. "Didn't Phantom tell you?" he asked, and, uh, what?

"What?"

Sky blue eyes blinked at her for a moment, and, uh.

"Wait, shit. Danny?" What? How? When? How many people knew her secret but didn't tell her! "Danny! When did you find out?!"

"I— during your last fight with Spectra?" He seemed confused. "Seriously, I talked with Phantom, or other Danny, or whatever. Did he not tell you?"

"No?" What the fuck? "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"Well, he—Phantom—said that his older sibling held off with telling him for a while, so." Danny shrugged, a little helplessly. "I figured I would hold off too, but I thought that Phantom would end up telling you anyway."

"Oh my god. You're the worst." She pressed her head against his shoulder. "The both of you, by the way. You're both terrible Danny Fenton."

"Thanks," Danny said dryly. "I'll be sure to remember that next time you need help."

She groaned into his shoulder.

"Why haven't you told our parents, anyway?" he asked, after a long moment of silence. "Not be pushy or anything, but wouldn't that be way safer?"

"Probably," Jazz admitted, voice muffled by Danny's shirt. "But they're so hateful towards ghosts, still. And I know that they'll accept me anyway, half-ghost or not, but. I want them to change their minds, first, and they won't do that if they'll blame all my goodness on being part human."

Danny shrugged, dislodging her. "Fair enough. But you should probably plan for the occasion, anyway."

"Yeah," Jazz agreed, even though she hoped it was ages away. For all she knew, they already knew her secret, too. "I guess I should."

Fun fact: this chapter was planned to go up really late because I had an IRL event happening this entire weekend. But, well... you know. So now it's up at the normal time!

Anyway yeah Valerie definitely took the staff from Freakshow. I honestly... hadn't even planned it in the original draft? Valerie really got a way bigger role in this story as a whole, because she wouldn't have been included in this chapter at all. She wasn't even going to discover about Jazz/Specter. Whack.

Danny/Phantom is a little too good at keeping secrets, sometimes. It makes working with someone more-or-less equal to him (Specter) a huge pain because he forgets to communicate important stuff. Things like "oh Jazz, your actual brother totally knows that you're half-ghost". Y'know. Small stuff.

On a non-Absurdism related note, I uploaded a new one-shot for the Phight yesterday! But absolutely devoured the formatting so it's only on AO3. So, if you want a nice little 4k Twitter-fic, you can go to archiveofourown users /DarkNymfa, and it should be one of the highest listed, "Of Tweets and Twats".

Next week, Chapter 14: Pirate Radio