Chapter 5

Danny felt his head explode. The headache was back and worse than ever. Everything Jazz had said was speeding through his mind at a rapid speed. He could barely keep most of his thoughts straight as silence surrounded them both. It was so deafening Danny could hardly stand it. Although his headache was slightly getting better, the pounding still remained. He wished he could say something, anything to stop the silence. But his mouth was as useless as the rest of his body. Anything he would try to say would have sounded like he was drugged.

His sky blue eyes looked into Jazz's teal ones. Her eyes would not give away her emotions to him, no matter how deep he looked into them.

He tried to shift his body as he began to feel uncomfortable in the position he was in. Jazz's eyes darted to the part of the body that was moving and watched it carefully. Danny groaned as his body protested from being moved. He realized the pain from the ghost fight and Dash had limited his body movement. He sighed when he realized he couldn't find a comfortable position. That sigh caused a small speck in his brain to suddenly grow in size, engulfing any thoughts he had been having. He wrenched his eyes closed in pain.

Jazz's eyes went back to his face as she heard him groan. She saw the pain he was in and put an arm on his shoulder.

"Danny? You alright?" She asked in a worried tone.

"Just a headache…and my body isn't doing so well either." Danny heard his voice echo through the hallway, confirming that he and Jazz were still alone.

Jazz sighed. "Ill get Tucker and have him bring some herbs. They should help your headache. But you probably need rest for your body. You've been through too much."

Danny opened his eyes as he saw Jazz pull her hand from his shoulder and stand up.

"Thanks Jazz." He said softly. She gave him a bright smile.

"No problem Danny. I'm just glad I have a brother back." With that, she left.

Danny was once again alone in the dark hallway; it gave him a chance to try to think. His head was protesting aggressively though. He finally stopped trying to think and leaned back to the unstable wall. He had trouble getting used to the fact that the walls here weren't solid. The one behind him bended with his weight as he leaned back on it. It felt like putting something on the top of jello, how it bended with the weight. Maybe its- OW! His head once again interrupted any thoughts he would have had for the next few minutes.

He made his mind draw a blank. Not thinking about anything was the best option he decided. A few minutes later he heard footsteps and looked up. Jazz was back with Tucker behind her. He was holding a bowl of a strange green substance. It wasn't ectoplasm, but looked more like green mush, or guacamole. He flinched as he saw it. He really wished he wasn't going to eat that.

"Hey." Tucker said once Jazz sat down in front of Danny. "How ya doing?"

"Been better." Danny answered with a small laugh.

Tucker smirked and sat down next to Jazz. "Got you some medicine." He thrusted the bowl out at Danny's face.

His stomach once again churned.

"Um, I'm not going to have to eat that, am I?" Danny asked nervously.

"How else do you expect it to work?" Tucker asked with another sly grin.

"Ugh, right." Danny took the crude spoon and lifted it up. The green substance almost made himself turn green. He closed his eyes and opened his mouth. Here goes nothing, he thought as he shoved the spoon into his mouth and quickly closed it on the spoon. He pulled the spoon out and swallowed the stuff. He blinked.

"So? Was it that bad?" Tucker asked as if Danny was a small child at a doctor's office.

"It tastes like…nothing. What is this?" Danny seemed surprised.

"A herbal blend." Tucker answered.
Danny started to take another bite and every bite he took his head seemed to hurt less. Finally his headache was completely gone and he handed Tucker back the bowl. He yawned slowly and a smirk was now plastered on Tucker's face.

"Is it past Danny's bedtime?"

Danny gave him a face.

Tucker actually laughed a little and Jazz smiled. Danny noticed her smile and looked at her questionably.

"Its just, there hasn't been laughter here in a long time. Especially from Tucker. I've never seen him this happy." Jazz's smile turned a little sad. "Not since.."

"Not since I betrayed everyone." Danny muttered.

"Dude, its not your fault." Tucker said to Danny.

" I know." Danny was tired of talking about this. He really thought it was his fault, but was too tired to argue at the moment. "Where can I sleep?"

"This way." Jazz led him to another room and opened the door. Inside was a familiar bed. He instantly realized it was his own. He blinked and looked at Jazz.

"This is Sam's room. Besides me, she still thought of you constantly Danny. No one wanted to sleep in your bed when we brought it down. So Sam stood up even though she knew how evil you had become."

"Who hurt her like that?" Danny remembered Sam beaten up severely.

Jazz winced and Tucker seemed to find something fascinating with the wall.

"Me again?" he whispered hoarsely.

"Danny…there's still more to this than you will ever know. For now, get some rest. You've already learned enough." Jazz was worried, as his blue eyes seemed to grow dull.

Danny nodded and climbed into the bed, his head now clear. But the thoughts he had were awful.

"Is he asleep?" A large form asked as Jazz and Tucker entered a large room.

Both nodded.

"Yes, he's had a trying day." Jazz sighed.

" I would imagine so." The large form said. "He was knocked out of his own reality into this one and faced with many grizzly facts."

"But what do we do?" Tucker asked. " I almost don't want to send him back. We need him."

" I know Mr. Foley, but Daniel has to decide whether to stay or not. He has his own home. Besides, the longer the two Danny's stay in this world, the more unstable it will become." The man sighed and sat down in an old, beat up chair and put his hand to his forehead.

"Why would Vlad want another Danny here if the two could possibly destroy the world he wants to control?" Jazz thought.

"Because he wants to win." A voice said from the doorway. The three turned and saw the staggered form of Sam. She wore a scowl that almost came to her naturally as she struggled to walk into the room. Instantly, Tucker and Jazz were at her side, helping her walk through the room to the large figure in front of them. The room itself was covered from walls to floor with mementos from the above world. It felt as if they all still lived there. But they knew better to give each other false hope. They would never return. They would win the war, but the damage to their earth had been done.

The man sighed and looked at her. "What do you mean Ms. Manson?"

" He wants to win this war badly, another Danny on his side and he is sure to beat us. Remember that attempt to clone this Danny a month ago?"

All three heads nodded.

"When that didn't work, he decided to try a different ploy." She said darkly.

All three looked at each other in horror.

Tucker's hand went to his pocket where he pulled out the knife. "What if killing Jack wasn't just a normal act? What if he was a sacrifice…"

Jazz felt herself wince. She closed her eyes, wishing it wasn't true.

Sam's face paled, more than it already was.

The man sitting seemed to go ridged. "A Wrinkle In Time!" He screamed out, realizing the peril they were all in.

Then, when it appeared things couldn't get any worse, a red light attached to the wall started to blink rapidly.

"Were under attack!" Dash appeared at the door's entrance, a panicked look on his face.

The male form stood up and walked into the light. His eyes were narrowed. It was Mr. Lancer. "Well then! Lets get busy."

"What should we do?" Jazz asked their leader. After most of the parents had been either captured or killed, Mr. Lancer was the only one they all could turn to.

"Manson, Jazz, stay with young Fenton. Make sure no one touches him. Foley Baxter, follow me!" Mr. Lancer ran out followed by the two boys. Jazz and Sam looked at each other.

"How are we going to get out of this one Jazz?" Sam asked, clearly still in pain.

For once, Jazz didn't have an answer. "C'mon, Danny needs us." She helped Sam walk to the bedroom Danny was sleeping in, which was hers.

" I never thought I would hear those words again." Sam said softly.

" I know.. here we are."

"My room?" Sam raised an eyebrow at Jazz.

"Well… you did take his bed."

The door slammed open in front of them. Danny was behind it, his eyes wide with fright.

" I heard an alarm! What's going on?" Sure enough, there was a loud wailing noise that filled every single room. Jazz had hardly heard it. Probably cause she heard it too often enough.

"Its okay Danny. Come on, help me with Sam." Jazz shifted uncomfortably holding onto Sam's arm.

Danny blinked and nodded. He grabbed Sam's other arm and put it around his shoulders. Together the two dragged Sam to the bed and lied her down.

"Thanks guys." Sam sighed weakly.

"No problem."

"Uh, yeah. So what's going on?" Danny asked once again. Several people ran past the room holding ghost weapons.

"Apparently the place is under attack." Jazz said. Danny blinked, then stood up.

"Then I should go help!" he said, almost automatically.

"Danny no!" Jazz pulled his arm.

"Jazz! Let go!" Danny tried to wrench his arm from her grip. "I'm fine now! I feel a lot better!"

"You can't go out there! Its what Vlad wants you to do!" Jazz gasped as his arm turned intangible and disappeared through her fingers. She fell back, no longer having something to hold her upright and hit the ground hard.

Danny gasped. "Jazz! Are you alright? I'm sorry!"

"Its alright." She said as she stood up. She could see into Danny's blue eyes. They were filled with concern and confusion.

"Danny… Vlad wants you….not just the you from this world, but.. you. I don't want to lose you again." Jazz sighed and looked away.

"Jazz.. I…" Danny held up his hand and pulled her chin softly so she would look at him. "Jazz, I can promise you he wont get me. The Danny here was weak, I'm anything but. My morals are strong. He can't get me." He gave her a cheerful smile. "Besides, I would miss the bossy sister that yells to me day and night."

Jazz couldn't help but chuckle at that.

" I feel guilty enough, please let me help." Danny's blue eyes looked pleadingly into hers.

"Oh let him do it!" Came Sam's reply. "If he hurts himself you can be there to help him at least!"

Jazz smiled and shook her head. "Alright, alright. Come on."

"Thanks Sam!" Danny was beaming at his friend.

She gave Danny a wink, as he and Jazz disappeared from the room.

"Wonderful! The distraction is working!" Skulker grinned evilly. In this world, his mechanical suit was state of the art, complete with multiple weapons, he looked virtually the same only his eyes were glowing the deepest red imaginable and he didn't have Tucker's PDA strapped to his arm.

"Wonderful, I love all this misery!" Spectra laughed, in her black ghost like form, Bertrand was next to her, pawing his way through the ground in his cougar form.

"Keep pounding away at the ground!" Vlad smiled wickedly. Each ghost was giving the ground a good beating, they knew the resistance movement was somewhere in the sewer system, and this would be the best way to get their attention.

And it did.

Suddenly people were popping from everywhere under the ground, loaded with multiple ghost weapons and gadgets. Ghosts appeared too, angry with Vlad. Some of which included the Wisconsin Dairy King, the Box Ghost, Kitty and Johnny 13 and the Cinderella ghost that would turn into a dragon with the amulet of Aragon. Danny soon appeared with Jazz at his side, at this, Vlad smiled widely.

"Take the humans and ghosts that have betrayed me. Ill take Daniel." Vlad ordered the ghosts. They nodded and attacked.

A large form sighed in the darkness known as the Ghost Zone. He had been there forever it seemed. His soul would not rest, it would not move on. Ever since he died, he knew that he would remain here forever. He wasn't the type of man to give up so easily, but when he saw the destruction he had started, he just lost all hope. His family was torn beyond repair; he lost his own son to Vlad. When he thought about the evil that man had done to him, his large hands clenched tightly. He may have been dead, but he wasn't gone yet. He flew out of his dark prison and soon found the portal into the living world. As he entered the ghost zone where everything started to glow a bright green, his features were exposed. He was a large man in an orange jumpsuit, with dark hair and glowing green eyes. He was the one who brought ghosts into this world, and he would be the one to take them out. His name was Jack Fenton, the greatest ghost hunter, and he was going to prove it.

Danny Masters sighed and stared out the window, angry that his father had forbidden him to fight. He was itching to fight, especially after the last fight he had, he smiled at that.

It had surprised him that Sam would become one of his toughest enemies especially since after the accident, she had been the first one to console him. The memories of last night merged with the memories of months ago, to show how much she had changed. She had looked at him with pure hatred and had no remorse whatsoever.

"Aren't you gonna try to turn me?" He asked in a mocking way.

"No." she answered simply.

"Why not?" he teased, "aren't I your precious Danny that you love so much?"

Her amethyst colored eyes showed him no emotion. "No. You aren't Danny, not anymore."

It was then, Danny realized that Sam had given up trying to save him, and she had been the only one who had still believed. He had finally made her crack. So now she was a threat.

And he knew how to deal with threats.