AN: I would like to inform that I have several of these chapters pre-typed. I intend to update on Thursdays. If my posting catches up to my writing, the pace will likely stagger, but I will try my hardest to prevent this. Enjoy~

Updated 8/15/2018

Danny woke up slowly, irritated by the bright light on his face. Once he was awake enough for his brain to process the cause of his irritation, he groaned and tried to adjust himself to block the sunlight streaming in from his window, but he failed miserably as he noticed his pillows weren't beneath his head. He finally opened his eyes and noticed he'd gone backwards on his bed with his head at its foot and his own feet entangled with his pillows. His blanket was underneath him, wrinkled but relatively straight which was surprising since he seemed to have turned himself around at some point. He glanced over at his clock then yelped and bolted upright when he processed the time. He had ten minutes until school starts. Of course. He jumped up and rushed to his dresser, jerking open the drawers then pulling probably-clean clothes out. He tossed them on his bed then actually ran to his shower. He made it back out within two minutes, running a towel through his hair then tossing said towel across the room in the general direction of his cloths hamper. Within another minute, he's dressed and hurrying down the stairs, carrying his shoes and backpack. He set his backpack on the table as he tried to pull on his shoes, hopping on the spot to do so.

"Danny! What are you doing up this early?" Jazz asked as she comes in the room, still in her pajamas. Danny gave her a very confused look then glanced at the clock over the stove. 7:27 AM. He groaned, plopping in the chair beside his backpack.

"You forgot time went backwards an hour last night, didn't you?" He noded, feeling stupid. "Don't worry about it, Little Brother. I'm glad you got some sleep, too." As she spoke, she whirled around the kitchen, making coffee for herself and preparing two bowls of cereal. Always the morning person.

"How'd you know I got sleep?"

"Because you don't have a million bags under your eyes like you did the last time I saw you. Only a few thousand now. How long did you go without sleep this time?" She set one of the bowls in front of him along with a glass of orange juice then sat down across from him.

"Thanks. I'm not really sure. I know I was fighting pretty much constantly for about three days, but I lost track of how much sleep I actually got in my off time. As far as last night, I think I got to bed around midnight and just now woke up maybe ten minutes ago. A lot longer than I usually sleep." He started eating his cereal, grateful he had enough time to get breakfast in now.

"Oh, really? How long is that?" Her voice make it seem like she's mildly curious, but her eyes showed him she's watching his every move and just waiting to lecture him about what lack of sleep does to the mind.

"Usually about four hours, and, before you start going on about it, I don't need as much sleep as you. Full ghosts don't need to sleep at all, and I can easily run off of two hours nowadays. Any less and it starts to get to me though, so I try to get at least three. Therefore, I'm plenty caught up on sleep since I got, what, eight hours with the time change?" She nodded, looking a bit snubbed and sheepish. He knew she was just worried, though. They continued eating in silence until footsteps announced their parents coming up from the lab. The elder Fentons were already dressed in their classic HAZMAT suits and ready for the day though it could've been guessed from their location. The only thing out of the ordinary were their expressions when they saw Danny at the table. His dad looked away and hurried to the fridge, but he didn't turn quickly enough for Danny to miss the disheartened and disappointed look on his face. His mother's face, on the completely opposite hand, is displaying all her anger and frustration. Most people wouldn't be able to tell it with her goggles over her eyes, but her children could easily.

"Morning, Mom. Morning, Dad," Danny greeted, hopeful this wouldn't last very long. His silent plea was clearly rejected when neither of them acknowledged his greetings. Jazz looked between them all, obviously confused at their lack of response and moods.

"Um, Mom, Dad, Danny was talking to you two."

"Was he? I was trying to block him out before I could find out some other news like how we learned last night how rude and unappreciative he is," his mom replied curtly, pouring herself a mug of coffee then heading straight out of the room. His dad followed a moment later, holding a plate and mug for himself as well. The lab door slamming shut echoed through the house as Jazz stared open-mouthed at where they had disappeared from the kitchen.

"What happened last night?" Danny sighed, having expected the question from her. She deserved to know, anyways.

"Get ready, and I'll tell you on the way to school if you're fine with driving me today." She nodded then placed her empty bowl in the sink and hurried upstairs. Danny pushed the soggy cereal pieces around in his bowl as he waited. He knew he had some making up to do, but he hadn't realized how much until now. His mom had never done anything like that before, no matter what he had done... Sure, he'd seen her that pissed or worse at his dad or Vlad or some ghosts but to him? No memory of it.

Within ten minutes, Jazz was back downstairs. They left early for school, calling out goodbyes through the closed basement door. Danny made sure to add another apology in his farewell, but there's no response- not even for Jazz. She waited until they were comfortably in her car (Danny was glad he at least didn't have to ride the bus or fly there as he'd been doing since Jazz had graduated and started online classes) and pulled away from the drive before giving him a look saying 'tell me now'. He nodded then gave her a recap of everything from the night before. She grew steadily more worried as the story went on; it's silent for a moment after he's finished it with Jazz clearly being lost in thought.

"Danny, I think you should stay at Tucker's tonight. This isn't something they're going to let go of easily. It sounds like they've been thinking along the lines of 'We're doing good for our son' for months now. Thought processes don't always change easily or quickly. I can keep talking to them to get them to understand. ... If they'll talk to me, that is. It's odd. It seemed like they were just as mad with me."

"Why would they be mad at you?"

"I'm hoping they were just forgetting or neglecting to turn down the hostility against me because you were in the room. If not... it's worse than I think it is now and will be almost impossible to get through to them."

"Why do I have the bad feeling it's worse than you think, and I'm gonna be screwed?"

"That's your typical luck, Little Brother. That's your typical."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~Time skip~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Danny reread the text from Jazz, eyebrows creasing with even more worry as he did so. He'd gone to Tucker's after school and would be spending the night; they'd been steadily working on homework after patrol when his phone went off. Jazz's first message had confirmed his gut feeling from the morning that none of this would be easy.

(OK, u said it's almst mpsibl. wat will I hv 2 do?) he messaged back, too tired and distracted to bother with proper words. Jazz's reply chimed in several minutes later, each moment adding suspense for Danny.

(It wouldn't kill you to type full words. I'm not positive on what will have to be done. Something drastic to make them realize they're wrong. Right now, they are both thinking along the lines of "We know what's best for our children, and this is going to happen one way or another." Anybody thinking otherwise is immediately seen as going against them. So, therefore, anybody who knew about you beforehand and never tried to change you back to normal or the like. With it so strongly ground into their minds, they're not being open to reasoning for anybody right now. They have to realize it on their own, to understand they can't have one side of you without the other. Otherwise, they'll keep trying to split you in two. You have to keep away from them right now, Danny. I believe they'll start with trying to persuade you if they keep this up, but they'll get more aggressive. Their minds are going to compel them to it. You know how they are- overprotective and in need of therapy.)

(Geez, Jazz. Just because texting lingo annoys you, doesn't mean you have to write a novel for every message. I'm tired. How can we make them realize it then? It's not like I can live at Tucker's house. Plus, I'm going to leap and say me simply staying elsewhere won't make them realize it?)

(Sadly, your leap is correct. I'm not sure at the moment, but I'll compile some ideas on getting through to them tonight. We'll come back to the house during lunch when they're sure to be out to go over them. DO NOT do anything you think of without consulting me first. Okay? Promise me you won't.)

(I guess you're probably the better one for thinking ideas up. I need to get back to hw, patrol once more, then go to bed. Forgot my charger, so my phone will probably die really soon. Night, Jazz.)

(Thank you. You didn't promise me though. Promise me. Right now, Danny.)

Danny started typing a reply, but deleted what he had. He shut off his phone, having thought of the exact idea Jazz had probably wanted to prevent him acting on. It was so obvious. And... it might just work. It would be drastic and so far out of what he'd ever want to do... It could only have a chance of working if nobody knew, though. He tossed his phone in his bag then started to gather up his school supplies. Tucker looked up from his work, curious.

"What's up, Dude? I know you can't be done with homework before me. Work altogether? Yeah. Just homework? Hell no."

"No, Jazz told me to meet her at home. She's gotta think of ways to fix things between me and our parents. Also, if she calls, tell her my phone died," Danny lied quickly, far more easily than he should be able to. He wasn't technically lying on either account, though. Jazz had told him to come home and was going to come up with ideas. He just didn't bother to mention the specifics of when. He had told Sam and Tucker everything throughout lunch, and they were both a bit worried but not very much. Danny figured they didn't realize just how bad the situation was, but they hadn't seen his parents like this. That was fine with him for the time being. If he was going to do this, he had to make sure absolutely nobody would realize until it was too late.

Tucker nodded, and Danny morphed swiftly, flying out into the open and towards his house. He silently entered his room, staying invisible, and listened. He could hear Jazz on the phone in the next room then running down the hall a moment later. He emptied his backpack then refilled it with a change of clothes, a thermos, several bottles of water, a bit of nonperishable food, and his framed family photo off his dresser. On an afterthought, he grabbed his phone charger as well. It really had been about to die when he turned it off, and he would need some form of entertainment. He sat at his desk to do the hard part then. Within twenty minutes, he was finally done. He left the note on his bed, pulled on his backpack, locked his bedroom door for extra time (though he wouldn't need it), and flew out of the house to go to his favorite hide-out. This had to work. He didn't think he could survive if he parents began hating him. Hopefully he could survive missing them.

Oooooooh, where's he going to go?~ Cliffhanger was intended this time~ :D Aren't I just the sweetest author?~ I would like to note that if Danny seems OOC when he catches onto Jazz's thoughts, this is several months after PP with plenty of tutoring from the wonderful staff of Casper High.