The Jewels The Guardian and The Ghost.

By Kellie Fay

Disclaimer: Bottom line, I don't own Danny Phantom.

Chapter 5 Confessions

They held the meeting in Jazz's room by virtue of size and privacy. Sam and Jazz shared the bed, with Sam resting on the headboard, and Jazz sitting indian style at the foot. Tucker took the chair by the computer desk, and Danny floated above them in ghost mode for lack of a better space.

"Are you sure that she knows?" Jazz asked the group.

Danny sighed and rolled over on his back in mid air not wanting to meet his sister's eyes. "She never actually came out and said it, but she talked as if she just took it as a given. In fact now I'm positive that it was her voice I heard in my head telling me to negociate with Mom and Dad."

"And you listened to her?" Sam demanded.

"She was giving me some pretty good advice at the time," Danny snapped back.

"Is it possible that Miss Daily is telepathic or something?" Jazz asked.

"No way!" Tucker said. "Telepathy is unscientific and impossible,"

Danny sighed, "Yeah so is being a half ghost but here I am. Telepathy makes just as much sense to me as magic, and Miss Daily is definitely magic. I saw her casting some kind of a spell this morning."

"YOU WHAT?" All three of them shouted at once.

Danny sighed, and rolled over back onto his stomach. He knew that he had to tell them what he did this morning, but he knew that both Sam and Jazz were going to have a fit. Reluctantly Danny decided he was going to tell them in stages. "When I caught Technus this morning," Danny explained. "I saw Miss Daily in her back yard, and she was doing some kind of magic, and I kinda stayed to watch."

"Are you completely out of your mind?" Sam demanded.

Jazz gave Danny a hard scrutinizing look. "Is that why you came home glowing like Las Vegas?" She asked.

"Wait he did what?" Tucker asked.

Jazz nodded. " When Danny came home this morning he was glowing bright enough to be a reading lamp. He wasn't tired even though he was out all night. In fact he was kinda hyper and chipper, and he wasn't hungry either."

Sam glowered at Danny. "He was like that in school too, and he barely ate any lunch either," She complained.

"Well I'm hungry now," Danny said defensively. "And I'm tired. Not I've been running for two days with no sleep tired, but tired enough to want to go to bed early."

"What exactly did she do?" Jazz asked.

Danny closed his eyes and tried to remember. To his surprise some of the warm safe feelings he had during the spell welled back up inside of him. He couldn't help but smile. "She took some herbs from her garden then made them into a bundle. She lit the end and used that to light some candles around the circle. Then she sang something about the wind, the stars and the Sun." Something made him stop and open his eyes. When he saw the three pairs of eyes staring at him he sighed and said, "It felt good okay? It felt really good. You saw how much energy it gave me. It made me faster stronger, more powerful."

"Do you still feel that way now?" Tucker asked warily.

"Not really," Danny admitted. "It's been wearing off a little at a time during the day. I lost most of it after fighting with Skulker, but I still remember how good it felt after she was done. There was no way I could have said no to her when she asked me for that favor."

Again he had all three of them staring at him.

"What favor?" Tucker asked.

"You mean you talked to her?" Sam asked equally amazed.

Jazz's expression turned furious. She jumped up and grabbed him by his jumpsuit and pulled him down to eye level. "Daniel Fenton you are going to tell us right now exactly what happened at Miss Daily's house from start to finish and don't even THINK about leaving anything out!"

Jazz sounded so much like his mom at that point Danny simply obeyed her without thinking. When he was done all three of them were nearly as pale as he was.

"I can't believe you actually came when she called you, and let her cast a spell on you!" Sam said exasperated.

Tucker agreed. "She had to be playing with your head Danny,"

"I know I know!" Danny said drifting back up out of the way. "I shouldn't have poked around when I saw where she was living. I shouldn't have gotten closer when I figured out she was doing magic, and I know I should have made a run for it when she called me into the circle, but she wasn't threatening me or anything. She was friendly. She obviously knew I was there even when I was invisible she just didn't care."

"Meaning she doesn't see you as a threat." Jazz said thoughtfully.

"Miss Daily is pretty nice when we talk to her in class," Tucker said. When Sam glared at him, he shrugged. "Well it's true. When Miss Daily is being a math teacher and not a witch, she's pretty cool."

Sam and Danny both sighed. "I hate to agree with you Tuck, but your right." Sam said.

Danny nodded. "Seriously, how can I be suspicious of the one person who's raised my math grades in two years?"

"We have to keep our guard up, Danny," Sam said worried. "No matter how much you want to like her, we don't know who she is, or why she's so interested in you. You have to stay away from her."

Later after Sam and Tucker went home and after a big dinner, Jasmine caught Danny staring out of the window wistfully. "Danny are you okay?" Jazz asked.

Danny sighed. "You know she told me she did it every morning. She called it her little 'pick me up.'"

Jazz frowned. "Danny you can't go back there. She's trying to control you."

"I know," Danny said. It didn't feel that way to Danny, but he knew that Jazz and Sam thought it was. "You just can't imagine how good it felt. To not be tired all the time, to be strong, to beat Kwan in a race without going ghost."

"Just because it feels good doesn't mean it's good for you Danny," Jazz reminded him. "Whatever she did to you, trust me, you don't need it."

I just feel like I do, Danny thought. Out loud he said. "Thanks Jazz, I'm going to bed. Night."

"Night Danny," Jazz answered with a s mile.

Danny sat with his alarm clock on his bed for five minutes. He knew that Sam and Jazz were worried, but to feel that good, to feel strong! Finally he shook his head and set the alarm for it's regular time. Jazz was right. He wanted it, but he could live without it. He was safer being a little bit tired than under Miss Daily's control. Whatever she did to him this morning was just about gone, he still remembered the good feelings but he needed that dinner tonight and he knew that unless a ghost woke him he was going to sleep though the night. He put his alarm clock back on it's shelf, settled into bed, and drifted off into a deep restful sleep.