So... I've finally come back! And, with a new chapter!
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Yeah, I'm pretty sure that some of you were getting a bit worried. Nonetheless, I'm finally starting to get some new work done on my running stories! And I've also got another one in the woodworks, right now still in the pre-reading phase, though.
Besides that, I don't have much to say. No excuses, those won't work, I'm aware. All I can really say is: College really drains a man, huh?
Anyhow, on to the story!
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters starring in this story, nor any of the scenery. Only the story and any potential OC's
At one point during the planning and talking going on at the large-size screen, Tucker managed to sneak away with a small haul consisting of some bottles of soda he found in a cupboard and a pizza he heated up in the microwave. He breathed a silent sigh of relief when the doors hissed close behind him, and continued down the halls in the hopes of finding his best buddies and make sure they actually eat something.
Heaven knows how little Danny might have eaten because of nerves alone!
The geek quickly found the couple talking in hushed voices next to a door. Tucker arched a curious and confused eyebrow when he saw the label on the door itself, reading 'Guest Room', but he quickly realized who might be inside once he noticed the lack of Sam's adopted parents.
"Guys?"
The duo quickly stopped conversing, turning to their friend with worried glances. Tucker tossed them a reassuring grin, and watched with some amusement as the tenseness in their shoulders eased immensly. Not completely, but good enough to be acceptable.
"Pizza?" Tucker offered, showing the opened box and the still slightly steaming pizza inside. Danny had to fight the urge to drool as the smell wafted towards him. Sam wanted to turn around and leave until the smell of no-meat entered her nose, causing the black-haired girl to look at the food as well and then at her friend, geek grinning widely in a knowing way.
Before long all three friends are seated on the floor, box in the middle as they ate and drank, talking about what's been going on since the start of this crazy new adventure.
"So, the Manson's are just… Talking?" The techno geek questioned with a pointed look at the closed door after taking a bite and swallowing, pointing his half-eaten slice towards the door of the guest-room, and almost spilling some of the sauce on his shirt.
"Yeah, something about having to consider legal plans." Danny states with an exaggerated eyeroll. Sam her face wrinkled in a scowl as she's reminded of what her adopted parents might be doing.
"You mean they want to keep Sam a Manson?"
"Well, that's what legal papers might mean." Sam conceded after she finished her slice, peering with downcast eyes at her bottle of soda. A small sigh escaped her lips as she glanced up at her two best friends. "I'm pretty sure though that Raven will win if it ever comes down to a court-sitting. She is my biological mother. Theoretically speaking my adoption isn't even officially legal, seeing as there aren't any papers stating that I would be put up for adoption after the disappearance of my parents."
"But, what about Amity Park?" Danny asked softly, turning to face his girlfriend. The unasked questions shone in his baby-blue eyes, clear as day to Sam when she met his gaze with her own, uncertain one. 'What about me? What about our friendship? Our relationship? The ghost-hunting?'
"I… I don't know. I told mom that I need time to think, but, honestly? I… I think I want to stay, you guys. She's my mom, my real mom. She cares about me, she loves me. We're so much more alike, you wouldn't believe it! There are so many reasons I should come back to Amity, but… I feel like it's better if I stay here."
"But, what about all the ghost-fighting? What about going to the Nasty Burger to avoid the cafeteria lunch? Sam!" Tucker almost lunged at the goth but refrained just, instead holding her gaze with a look filled with the unfairness of the entire situation. "Are the three of us going to have to… Split?"
Tucker's final question caused a hush to fall over the trio, the sound of silence deafening in their ears. Sam fidgeted with her hands, uneasiness rising the longer the silence continued. The sudden sad glances from her friends made it all the more difficult. She doesn't want to abandon her friends! But at the same time…
"I… I don't-"
Whatever she wanted to say was cut off when the door besides them opened up, revealing the Manson's, face hard-set and hands clenched tightly. The couple walked past the teens like they weren't even there, headed straight for the OP-Center.
The trio jumped up from their spots, pizza and drinks left behind as they went to catch up. The air those two were giving off, the determined looks and knowledge of the married couple. It was like they had sirens above their head, shouting out 'DANGER!' over and over again.
This couldn't be good.
"Raven, you sure everything's fine? If you need a moment, we can talk another time. You can't be alright with everything that's-"
Raven tossed an askance glance towards Bumblebee, silencing the woman from saying anything else. She wasn't much in the mood to hear anymore from the team-leader about how she 'isn't alright'.
Not alright is an amazing understatement.
Herald has already been contacted, and everything that they've been talking about now is mostly about the reason why her daughter ended up being adopted by two pure strangers living in a town she's never heard of.
The news she got was… Less than she originally expected. Somewhere in her mind she had been afraid that Slade was somehow behind it all, but in the end it turned out to be something completely different. Still a lot of complicated messes, but not one that would require fighting a bad guy.
But that doesn't mean she's happy with the revelation of what really happened that left her daughter adopted and unknowing of her true heritage!
Raven opened her mouth to continue questioning the Titans East, but whatever she intended to say was cut off when the doors of the OP-Center opened behind her with a swoosh, and whoever walked through caught the attention of the team at the other side of the screen, all eyes going towards the source of the sound.
Raven turned around to look, curious as well. Her brow dropped in a frown as she saw the Manson's walking into the room, faces hard-set. Sam and her friends trailed behind, eyes wide with concern and hints of fear.
She sensed the determination in the married couple, shadowing the fear and anger mixed inside their minds. The others were worried, slightly afraid (for the Manson's, Raven guessed seeing as it wasn't fear for own sake) but mostly sad.
The latter emotion didn't sit well with her, but she put that aside for now.
"Look, Miss… Raven." Pamela started with a voice that was on the borderline of scolding yet polite. She didn't even notice that the other Titans are still on screen. "We… Understand that things might be a bit difficult for you right now. So, if you don't mind we'd like to get back home so we don't miss out on any important business."
"And we'd like for Sam to come with us." Jeremy finished, eyes stern and hard, voice cracking slightly and revealing the underlined anger he was giving off.
Raven her eyes only widened slightly, not showing the inner turmoil and emotion (mostly anger, though) at hearing that she might be separated from her daughter so quickly after seeing her little girl again. Her mouth flattened in a thin line. The cloaked woman ignored the small gasps coming from the people on the screen behind her. She had a very good retort already on her tongue.
"And does Sam agree?"
The question in itself was simple, but the implications behind it made Pamela stiffen and Jeremy curse under his breath. Both turn behind them, only slightly startled with the fact that their daughter and her friends are in the room as well. Seems like they've had their fair share of surprises at this point.
Sam was staring at her adopted parents with an unreadable expression. Tucker and Danny seemed close to appalled that the Manson's were really intending to leave with Sam without asking the goth-girl herself. The unfairness alone, but the fact that her own parents, or supposed parents, even could think something like that! It made the entire situation all the more unappealing.
Raven focused on her daughter, tapping slightly into her powers to try and get a better read of Sam's emotions. The teenage girl was having an inner battle with herself, emotions waring it out in dominance. Sadness, fear, anger, exasperation, disbelieve,…
Finally it seemed to settle on a specific emotion, and it made the cloaked Titan instinctively flinch. Sam is feeling an emotion she's made peace with herself years ago, but could still be dangerous nonetheless when left uncontrolled. Especially in a hormonal teenage girl, and even more so with her own daughter. An emotion that could tear apart almost anything.
Rage.
"Excuse me?!"
The angry cry made her friends jump back a little into the open doorway, eyes wide at the sudden outburst of pure rage from their normally calm and collected friend. Not even Sam would ever become so angry that every barrier she ever created just up and got thrown out of the window! That in itself should have been a warning to the Manson's, but they stubbornly stayed put, faced hard with only a hint of fear, registered by Raven.
"Are you telling me, that you really thought you could just leave and take me with you, without my consent?! Are you insane?! I have no intention of leaving! Not until I get the answers I want!"
"But you already have them, Sammikins!" Pamela argued pointlessly, only further provoking her adopted daughter, if unknowingly.
"No! I don't! And here's why! I haven't met my dad yet! I still don't know why I ended up being adopted! And I still don't understand why you never told me the truth!" Sam listed off, with each point going further down the steps leading into the seating area, closer to the Manson's.
Raven her powers tensed, the sudden force of anger, rage and pure loathing coming from her daughter causing her entire form to go rigid as a board. This isn't good. Whatever remained of the protection-spell she had put on Sam when she was still a little girl can't hold back all of this emotion, all of this power! She wanted to do something, but the entire situation had the pale woman stuck to the ground. The Titans on screen simply stared at the display in disbelief.
"Just because you raised me doesn't mean you control me! Just because I've been calling you 'mom' and 'dad' for as long as I remember doesn't make you my real parents! Just because I'm not yet eighteen doesn't mean I can't make my own choices! You don't have the right to decide for me!"
Sam was on a roll, that much Danny could admit. Every point she was stating is something the goth-girl has been struggling with ever since the first day she decided to become more independent from her parents. Things that haven't ever been resolved. Arguments she's been having with her parents ever since they became unapproving of their daughter's lifestyle and choices. It all boiled over.
"But, Sammy! You can't seriously want to stay here!" Jeremy argued, waving his hand across the entire room they're in, but meaning the whole tower. "This isn't your home!"
Sam halted for a moment, eyes wide as she turned to face her adopted father. For a moment she seemed to cool down, but then her eyes hardened and the fire burning behind those purple iris' grew in intensity a thousand fold.
Her left-eye twitched.
All hell broke loose.
"HOME?!"
Her shout reverberated through the entire tower. Danny and Tucker had been in time to cover their ears, having foreseen Sam losing control right before it happened. The Manson's are less fortunate, ears covered but ringing because they were too late.
Raven wasn't fazed as much by the shout itself (Cyborg's cannon's pack more of a punch) than the pure emotion following said yell.
"You really think I call that stupid mansion home?! I've spent more time in my room than the rest of the damn house! I've spent more time hanging out with my friends at their places! I've spent half my life with my friends, Danny and Tucker, than with the two of you! I have more of family with the Fentons that with you!"
"Samantha!"
"NO! Enough! I've had it! It's just, just... Enough!"
Crash!
Silence suddenly filled the room.
Their eyes were wide, staring, the entire argument from just a moment ago all but forgotten. The sight in front of them all left each and every one speechless. Raven was the first to recover, being a lot more used to what just happened than anyone else in the room. She tried to move but found herself pinned to the floor by the sudden sinking feeling that radiated from her daughter.
All Sam could do was stare, unblinkingly, at the lamp that had been standing on the dining table, now lying in pieces on the floor.
And the black aura glowing around her outstretched hand.
It had been an unconscious act, to lash out. Her eyes had been closed, she hadn't seen where she was flinging her arms at in the heat of the moment!
But the fact that her hand -dark, glowing hand- is pointed right at where the lamp had been mere seconds ago was undisputable.
"…Sam?"
Tucker's hesitant call snapped the goth from her dazed state. Slowly she turned to her friends, and Danny's breathe hitched in his throat when he saw the look in her eyes.
A single drop fell upon the floor, and was quickly followed by a flash of light coming from the doorway.
Danny swooped down and took Sam into his arms bridal style before disappearing into the ceiling, leaving the stunned Manson's and slowly recovering techno-geek behind. Raven looked at the spot where the half-ghost vanished with her daughter, heaving a deep sigh before turning to the screen where the equally stunned Titans East were pinned down at their seats. She put her finger on the 'end call' button.
"I'll call you guys later."
And the screen went black.
Danny saw it before he even reacted.
After being friends with Sam ever since first grade, ever since kindergarten honestly, he became a sort of expert on how to read the goth-girl.
(Didn't stop his cluelessness about her feelings to him, but still.)
When he saw that lone tear fall, he also saw the look in her eyes. The pure lost look she held, as if her whole world was falling apart. It is true, too. Her world is falling apart. Only last week they were laughing at jokes, having fun and fighting ghosts. Now, Sam has discovered that her whole life is based on lies, on a lack of trust. Her parents, the Manson's, no longer her real family. People, pure strangers, suddenly more connected than anything else. And powers she never knew of, never learned how to control or use or anything of the sort, free.
And active. Very much active.
He held her close, eyes held shut. He didn't have to open them to know what's going on, although it honestly confused him. Yet in another sense he also understood how she felt. A strong wind lapped at their surroundings, turning in a twister around the couple that was a mixture of air and black energy. He felt the way Sam was shaking, and even with his eyes closed he could sense the powerful aura of pure energy and emotion around her, strong and unbidding and chaotic.
Everything went down to hell today, all the way into the Ghost Zone.
Her tears soaked the chest of his suit, her hands clutching him as a lifeline. Sobs wracked her form as her emotions whirled around in her head, unable to settle or calm down. She tried to focus on a feeling, an emotion, anything. She tried to focus on the feeling of Danny holding her, soothing her, mumbling soft nothings in her ear as she tried her damn best to get herself together. But all the goth could think of was that moment. That moment everything just came crashing down on her, without any sort of comfort or support.
Neither noticed the hand reaching out, landing softly on their touching shoulders. For a moment it seemed like everything froze, and then the wind fell and their emotions calmed and everything became quiet.
"Sam?"
She lifted her head enough to look in the direction of the voice, joined by Danny. She didn't dare let go, afraid of another outburst of emotion if she did. Her eyes were puffy and red from the crying, streaks mixing with her fading makeup.
Raven stood with a hand on their joined shoulders, glowing softly with a gentle aura, a white one. It felt soothing, soft and caring. A reflection of the emotions the older woman felt at that moment. She offered her daughter a small smile filled with love, showing that she's there for her. For them. She already could tell that Sam and Danny are a package deal, not much to do about that but let it flow.
"Calmed down?" She asked softly, leaning in a little. Sam jerked her head in a nod, swallowing to try and fight back a final wave of tears. Danny moved to leave but she clutched onto his arms, pulling him back. He only gave an understanding smile before letting her snuggle into him, her eyes still looking at her mother but thoughts solely focused on Danny and the strong hold he has on his favorite goth.
"I'm sorry…" Sam said softly, almost inaudible. The two heroes caught it, though, and understood what she meant. Raven shook her head with a fond look and squeezed Sam's shoulder. Danny rubbed his cheek against her hair, comforting her. She breathed in for a moment, letting her thoughts stray to Danny's scent. It helped sooth her nerves a little and the goth managed to shuffle in his hold so she was pointed more towards her mother. Raven smiled at the sight, but she didn't let go, instead slowly letting her power fade and allow the two teens to gently come down from their emotional high.
"Your room is down the hall from mine and Garfield's. If you need a moment…" The Titan offered softly. She always went to her room whenever she struggled with her emotions. Maybe it'll help with Sam too.
Sam looked to Danny with the question shining in her eyes, almost begging him. He only offered her a gentle nod before letting his powers wash over her, causing them both to start floating from the roof of the tower. Danny looked at Raven, offered her a look that conveyed what he's thinking. He'll take care of her, he promises. Raven gave a subtle nod down after letting their shoulder go, and he gave an understanding one back before the duo sunk down and disappeared back into the tower.
Raven sighed, closing her eyes for a moment and letting her powers radiate a little. A burst of wind left her form before she sighed, relieved with letting some of the tension go. She straightened up and returned her mask of indifference, vanishing into a pool of darkness that appeared under her.
She has two adults to lecture. And a daughter's friend to calm down.
Finding Sam's room wasn't hard. Right across the room labeled 'Raven-Beast Boy' they found another room labeled 'Samantha'. Sam didn't even protest about the fact her full name is on the door, all she did was push the door open. Danny stopped at the edge of the door, letting his girlfriend take everything in first before stepping inside. She needs the moment to let it sink in.
For Sam it felt like she walked right into a memory.
The room in itself looked like it had been left behind to the touch of time. Dust covered everything, the wallpaper on the wall was starting to peel on a few spots. The wooden floor creaked a little from age as she took her steps. The window was covered in dirt and dust from age and no cleaning.
On one end of the room was a closet. The three-set doors had stickers stuck around the bottom, a little grayed out from age and the sun always shining inside. They ranged from animals, silly items like brushes and paint to a cartoonish smiling sun and clouds. Directly opposite of the door is the large, dirty window right now letting the light of the midday sun shine inside the room, giving an amazing view of the large bridge crossing the bay. Opposite of the closet and a little tucked away in the corner is a bed fitting for a child, decorated with animals and themed to resemble a jungle, all green and bright and cheery. Sam could easily picture herself, younger and full of life, jumping in her bed with a wide smile.
The floor, covered in dust and an old carpet across a large portion, was empty until you reached a part where a chest stood, decorated with a somewhat gloomier color of gray and shaped like a gothic castle, overgrown with vines painted on. Around the chest lied an assortment of random toys, a lot of them animals of different kinds and even a few action-figures of the Teen Titans. Sam already could tell that her real parents always wanted her to be her own person, unlike the Manson's, who practically pushed their ideals and desires on her.
'How didn't I see it?' She thought softly, a hand going over the head of her old bed, memories of many nights spent sleeping here slowly returning to her. 'How didn't I see that everything my adopted parents did was a constant reminder I never was their daughter? It's so obvious now!'
She continued on, taking in every detail. So familiar. So much she forgot over the years. Why didn't she ever remember? Was what had happened so bad, she forgot her real parents over time? There is still so much she can't remember, not like she's expecting to. Even the memories she's getting back are vague, filled with outlines and fuzzy images, but the feelings and emotions are so clear she could almost feel them, right now.
She stopped when a squeak caught her ears. She looked down at the toy she stepped on, gingerly picking it up from the ground and taking a closer look. It was a squeaky toy that resembled a woman with pink hair and feelers, dressed in a straight-lined outfit.
A memory popped in her head. A vague image, a fuzzy face, a feeling of family. A name.
"Kole."
She tested the name on her tongue, the strange familiarity almost unnerving. It felt foreign, yet something she once could have said, a long time ago. She tried it a few more times, and soon found herself mumbling the name almost like a mantra.
"Sam?"
She looked up, showing no sign of surprise other than the way her hand cluthed the toy a little harder, seeing that Danny was still at the opening of the door. She motioned him to get in after recovering from the start and he complied, joining the goth's side.
"I remember." She said, soft and fragile, as if talking alone could shatter the moment she is in, that all of a sudden all those memories would just... Disappear. "She always visited, I remember that. Her name is Kole. She… She's an Honorary Titan, lives all the way up in the North Pole. I… I loved her, like family. Like an aunt."
She leaned against his side, Danny placing a hand on her back and making small circles. She sighed despondently, relaxing against him, hand never letting go of the toy. A single, lone tear fell down her face.
"I miss her. I miss them. I didn't even remember them all until now, yet I already miss them again. It's like… This switch that was once turned off, just, finally turned on again."
Danny placed a soft kiss on her forehead, tucking away a stray lock of hair before caressing her cheek tenderly. She snuggled a little closer, a hand resting on his chest. "But I don't understand. How can I miss someone I didn't remember, Danny?"
"You were young, only three years old, Sam." Danny uttered softly, not stopping in his ministrations to help Sam go through the emotional ride in her mind. "You lost your parents, got separated from everyone you knew, there was no one there to comfort you. I wouldn't be surprised if you just… Locked everything up because you couldn't handle the pain. The way it made you feel. Many kids at that age tend to do that when going through a traumatic experience."
"And how do you know?" She countered with barely any heat behind it, but still with a fierceness in her eyes. They widened a little when Danny simply arched an eyebrow, and she sighed again, slumping a bit more in his hold, remembering that moment and the guilt that followed almost automatically. "Sorry. Right. Portal. You don't... Remember exactly what happened."
"Yeah…" He sighed out, closing his eyes. The teen boy hardly remembers what made him a half-ghost those few years ago. Only flashes, disjointed images and fuzzy faces, but not much else. The pain is the one thing he remembers the best, the way it burned like liquid fire through his veins, as if trying to boil him alive and turn his skin to dust. Nothing would ever compare to that faithful day.
They stayed like that, relishing in the other's presence whilst letting all the happenings of the past two days pass over them.
When Raven appeared back into the Op-Center she was surprised to see Tucker pacing around the two adults, in the middle of a rant.
"-And you just up and try to drag her back! Sam's been going through a lot ever since she found out, and now you're planning to take her back?! I know that you think of her like a daughter, or at least claim to, but that was just too cruel! As her friend, of course I wouldn't mind if Sam comes back to Amity Park! But as her best friend, I'm actually willing to listen to what she has to say!"
"Tucker."
"What?!" He yelled, turning on his heels and facing the cloaked Titan with such a fierce and protective look in his eyes that it made even Raven pause for a moment. She pulled through, though, and simply leveled him with a deadpan stare. His entire posture sagged after a moment of echanging looks, the exhaustion from an emotion-driven rant finally catching up with him. He offered her a sheepish half-grin. "Ah, sorry, miss Roth."
"Call me Raven." She said softly, offering him a small quirk of her lips that he noticed, grin widening just that tiny bit, but his emotions leveling out before her eyes and senses. Good. He deserves some rest after the way he grilled the married couple. "Sam and Danny went to her room. I think Cyborg left a few sodas in the fridge. Mind bringing them something to drink?"
Tucker his eyes flickered between Raven and the Manson's for a split-second before he nodded, catching on. He went into the kitchen and gathered three sodas from the fridge like Raven said. He checked a cabinet where he saw some granola bars earlier and took a few as well before leaving the room to look for his best friends.
A tense silence hovered in the air, thick and pushing hard on any emotion. Raven stared the two adults before her down, this time not hiding the way she feels about them and their actions. She held a tight rope on her powers, though, not wanting to have to tell Sam what happened to her adopted parents. Although she's starting to second-guess their position in raising her daughter. No parent, adopted or otherwise, should have to face such rage from their child.
That's a definite sign of bad parentage.
"I'm not going to start an argument." Raven finally spoke up, catching the two adults off-guard and making them jump a little. She held back a smirk at knowing she still has it in her to scare two full-grown adults. "There's simply nothing to argue about. You, by a series of unfortunate events, ended up adopting my daughter. Now that I am back, there is no reason for you to 'keep' her. She is her own person, and can decide by herself who to choose."
"And what makes you think she'll choose you?" Pamela dared speak up, taking a step forwards, looking like she's being held back by her husband. The shaking of their arms and the waves of fear pooling off them, though, proofed of only false bravery. Raven wanted nothing more but to send these two into another dimension.
"Because unlike you, I will let Sam make her own choices in life. Not push my image upon her." The goth countered, sending a deadly glare their way. They flinched back a little but Jeremy's wife still opened her mouth to argue. God, she really doesn't like these two, especially that woman. Are they really that bad at understanding a teenager? A teenager whose only reason for being so angry is because she was being denied the freedom she craves, that she needs? Isn't that something a parent should know? She knows more than well enough, having been there, done that.
"Enough." She cut off firmly before Pamela could utter another retort. Raven huffed, running a hand across her face in frustration before offering the Manson's a deadpan glare that could freeze water, it was just that cold. "Leave. Get out before I end up flattening you. I've had enough of this. We are all tired of the day, we'll discuss this tomorrow."
And before they could even argue she disappeared in a veil of darkness, leaving the two frazzled adults staring at empty air. Afraid. Anxious. Angry.
And above all, uncertain.
Evening crawled upon them like a bug, unwanted yet necessary in life. The sun slowly dipped into the distant horizon, coloring the sunset sky in hues of different colors, beautiful and relaxing.
And relaxing it is.
Danny sighed after taking another cleansing breath. He allowed the tension in his arms to fall, resting in the cradle his legs form in their crossed position. A soft breeze tickled his snow-white hair, flowing silently around the halfa as he floated softly above the rooftop of Titans Tower, meditating. He left Sam with Tucker after they had their drink. After that they went and cleaned up the pizza and sodas from earlier, and now he's trying to let all the emotions from the day flow out.
Meditation is something he picked up along the line of fighting ghosts. A suggestion from Jazz after he conceded to her about his sudden lack of patience and shortened fuse. Before everything that happened with Him, Danny never really payed much heed to the things around him. Although still scarred from his encounter with Spectra and her poisonous words, he hadn't let them get to him.
But then all the events from the only day he ever faced the chance of losing everyone he loved happened, and things… Changed. Suddenly those words his enemies spoke mattered. Suddenly he wanted people to care, for them to acknowledge him. His secret became a burden, he worried more for his friends than ever before. Stress, anxiety and fear, mixed in with anger for the way the ghosts belittled him, hated him. It all started boiling over, leaving him with a short fuse and a bomb the size of a building waiting to explode in his mind.
After he told his sister all of this, she supplied him with a myriad of ways to control his temper, to prevent outbursts. Many came and went, some faster than others. And then she suggested mediation, and that one stuck. It became a secret past-time for him. To go up to the rooftop of their house and meditate. Sometimes when his parents were out hunting he would sneak into Jazz's room and meditate there. It held a kind of safe aura that eased him immensely. Especially when his redheaded sister was there as well, watching over him with that caring smile that told him just how much they've grown closer again. Even more than they were before the incident.
He would never dare tell her, Fenton pride and everything, but Danny was fairly sure that Jazz would make for an amazing psychologist. As annoying it sometimes might be to have his sister psycho-analyze him, it also helps. With his anger-issues, his stress, a lot of the troubles of being a hero fighting ghosts who also struggles with his own thoughts.
He was so deep into his thoughts and reminiscence of everything he's been going through, that Danny didn't notice the blast until it was too late.
And that is a wrap! Alright, only a final thing left to say, really. I'm tired, this chapter is coming out at the time I'm supposed to be in bed, but I still want to finish with sayong that I am still looking for a beta-reader for future stories!
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