The Jewels The Guardian and The Ghost.

By Kellie Fay

Disclaimer: Oh go read the first few chapters it's there.

Chapter 12: A Secrete Formed

Motion on her lap made Jazz yawn, and open her eyes. She looked down at Danny who's ice blue eyes were staring right back at her.

"Morning, Danny," Jazz said, trying to sound casual. Still she could feel her cheeks warm in an embarrassed flush.

"Morning Jazz," Danny's tone was puzzled and guarded. "Um is there any particular reason why you were sleeping here in my room?"

"You had a nightmare last night," Jazz said calmly. "I was going to go back into my room, but you had a pretty good grip on me, and I didn't want to wake you up. I guess I fell asleep waiting for you to relax."

"Oh," Danny watched his sister as she rose from his bed. "I had a nightmare?"

"You were pretty frantic," Jazz explained. "You were babbling about Sam falling and something about it being your fault. You weren't really making much sense."

"I don't know, Jazz," Danny said slowly, trying to think. "I don't remember anything about a nightmare."

Jazz sighed and left Danny's room. "Later while she drove Danny to school Jazz said, "You know Miss Daily told me you'd have a nightmare."

That explained why Jazz seemed so ancy. "She did? How did she know?" Danny asked.

Jazz made a left turn going towards the school. "She said it had something to do with something that happened in her inner library. "

Danny sighed. That headache he had yesterday was beginning to come back.. "Jazz I don't remember what happened in the inner library either."

"I know you told me that last night," Jazz said, her voice growing worried. "Danny I think we're dealing with a repressed memory here."

Danny winced. "Jazz, how many times have I told you not to analyze me!"

Jazz was undaunted. "Danny think about it. An incident in Miss Daily's house you can't remember, and now a dream you can't remember, and you were terrified last night. When I tried to tell you it was just a dream you're the one who told me it was real."

Danny frowned. He didn't remember anything about the dream. He had no idea what it meant, but Jazz was acting as if this were very serious. "Jazz, do you think Miss Daily knows what I can't remember?"

"I don't know," Jazz said. "How did she find out about you in the first place?"

"I don't know," Danny said realizing that he kept saying that. "It's like she just jumped into my life as if she belonged here, and I don't have a clue how she knew about my ghost powers."

At the school Jazz walked Danny to his math class. When they were in the classroom they could hear a heated argument coming from Miss Daily's office.

"Sam, I need your help! Danny doesn't trust me fully, and he has good reason. One day I hope he will, but the way things are going overseas we don't have that kind of time."

"Fine," Sam said crossly. "But I don't -"

"Sam you have to," Miss Daily continued. "The band held Danny with two rubies and no mind. How are four rubies and a mind bent on destruction and vengeance going to affect him?"

"But he's a telepath!" Sam argued. "I can't -"

"But you did Sam," Miss Daily insisted. "Even against an experienced telepath with a focus you were able to turn him. I can't do that right now, but you can because he's already let you."

Sam sighed. "All right! All right! I'll take it."

"I knew I could count on you," Miss Daily said.

Sam still didn't sound happy. "I'm just taking it to protect Danny, and to keep it out of his hands. I don't trust you any more than Danny does."

"I hope one day you'll learn to trust me too, but for now I can deal with simple cooperation."

Danny wondered what sort of deal Miss Daily worked out with Sam. Politely he knocked on the office Door.

To Danny's surprise, Tucker opened the door. They hadn't heard Tucker though the entire argument.

Sam sat on the large comfortable chair in front of Miss Daily's desk. Miss Daily of course sat in her regular chair behind the desk. Tucker resumed his place leaning against the back wall. Danny and Jazz surveyed the group. "Did we miss our invitation to this meeting? Danny asked.

Sam blushed furiously, and Tucker looked slightly ashamed too. Miss Daily remained unperturbed. "Sam and Tucker were just early," Miss Daily said with a smile. "Sam and I had some business to discuss anyway." She ignored Danny's annoyed scowl, and looked up at Jazz instead. "Rough night?" She asked.

"You could say that," Jazz answered.

Danny refused to allow the conversation to flow around him as if he weren't standing there. "How did you know I was going to have a nightmare?" He demanded.

"What was the dream about?" Miss Daily asked. Her smile grew enigmatic.

For no reason at all the question made Danny uncomfortable.

Jazz put her hands on Danny's shoulders to comfort him. "He doesn't remember," she said.

Miss Daily's expression went from mysterious and knowing to resigned. She expected this reaction, but she wasn't happy with it at all. "You don't remember the dream at all?" She asked Danny directly.

Danny shook his head no.

"And you don't remember what the band in the inner library did either," she said, but Danny could tell it wasn't so much a question as it was a confirmation.

"No," Danny said forcefully. "Come on Miss Daily, what's going on here? I know that it's important!"

Miss Daily sighed sadly. "You're putting me in a terrible position Danny."

"How so?" Danny asked.

Miss Daily said, "Danny, what I suspect your dream was about was a particular traumatic event that you don't want to remember."

Jazz nodded instantly understanding something, but she remained silent as Miss Daily continued. "At that same time your deep sense of responsibility is picking up clues that your current situation is similar to that past event. You want to warn us about the similarities, but the event was so traumatic that you don't want to remember what it was about. Ever since you set foot into my inner library you're mind has been in conflict with itself. That's why you had that headache last night and I know you have it again now."

"So Danny is repressing!" Jazz said excitedly. "What happen to my brother that made him repress his own memory?"

"Wait you know?" Danny asked frantically?

Miss Daily placed her elbows on the table and laced her fingers together resting her chin on them. With a sad expression on her face she said, "That is exactly my predicament Jazz. If we tell Danny what he's deliberately blocked out it could hamper his own recollection of the event. He might even go into denial, but given his sense of responsibility I doubt that. I'm more afraid he'll freeze up, or shut down on you all and become too afraid to do anything."

Danny hated the fact that they were all talking about him as if he wasn't even there. To be accused of chickening out because of something he couldn't even remember was too much to handle. He was about to tell all of them what he thought about their assessment of his courage when Jazz's hold on Danny's shoulder tightened to a hair of being painful. Something Miss Daily said was scoring on Jazz.

"Because to face the memory will force Danny face his worst fears." Jazz said. Danny could feel her trembling through her hands. Okay whatever Miss Daily knows has gotten Jazz scared? Maybe I don't want to know what's going on.

"Miss Daily nodded. "Worst fears, worst nightmares, worst enemy, take your pick."

Still Danny was annoyed, but the way Jazz reacted caused him to damp down his own temper. "So let me get this straight. You think that telling me what is going on in my own head is going to freak me out to the point where I can't do anything?"

"It could," Miss Daily said with a sigh. "Or it might not mean anything to you because you're not feeling the trauma now. I've only gotten to know you for a few weeks. I don't have enough information on you to predict how you're going to react. Everything general I've read on this tells me it would be better if you remembered naturally on your own without help. So I'm sorry Danny but I can't tell you what's wrong."

Danny felt several different emotions warring within him at the same time. He didn't like being talked about. He didn't like the idea that everyone was trying to protect him, and he didn't like the idea that everyone including Sam, didn't think he could handle this. Yet there was a tiny voice of doubt in his mind telling him that he really didn't want to know more.

Danny took in a deep breath. "You've given me a lot to think about, Miss Daily," he said as evenly as he could. "In fact I'm going to take the time to think about it. I'll get back to you after school today."

Miss Daily smiled. "If that's what you want to do, Danny. Just not after school today. I have an important appointment."

"All right," Danny agreed. Just then the bell rang for class. The four students looked at the math teacher, and with a collective sigh, starting with Jazz, they filed out of the office.

Coming Soon Chapter 13 Hints and Clues

The movie was forgotten as this odd poem thrummed alone inside of Danny's mind. He was aware of where he was and what was going on around him, but all the same something was pushing him distracting him, making him want to move to get out to go.

He didn't know why he had to go, but he knew he did. Danny got up from his seat startling both Sam and Tucker.

"Danny?" Asked Tucker.

Sam grabbed a hold of Danny preventing him from leaving. "Danny what's wrong. Where are you going?"

"I...I have to go," Danny said waking partially at Sam's touch. "There's...there's this song in my head and I have to follow it. Danger's coming."

"Danny, wake up!" Sam said. "You're just having another dream."

For some reason Danny knew Sam was wrong. "No, Sam," Danny said shaking his head. "This isn't another flashback. I'd know if it were. They...they feel different. This is real. I can feel her calling us."

"Her? Us? Danny what are you hearing?" Tucker asked.