Hi, again! Sorry I took like, an eternity to update, but I had to wait until InuluvGotta woke up so she could help me. She's my lifeline! (Mental people mumblegrumble…) Oh, today I'm going to review some of your reviews:

HiddenAuthor: Did I ever tell you that I LOVE your stories? Such voice! Well, I just did, so…you're awesome!

Opal eyes/Rakahn: Yeah…I really stink at spelling words in other languages. (I'm failing in French because of it!) And plus, I have never seen that word in writing before. Thanks, though. I need to know when I look like a total jack…rabbit. Uh…Boing!

SquirrelGirl13: You review a lot! I love you! Um, actually, not really. Cuz Numero uno: I don't even know you, and Numero dos: I am not into girls. That'd be…more than disgusting. Yeah. But…yep. You're cool. Heh, I liked the Irobot thing. I love that movie!

To all y'all whose review I didn't pick out explicitly: You guys are great, I just didn't want to go on for pages like some people do with these. I'm glad you all liked my 'writer's block…'

Oh, and there is a teeny wittle bit of fluff in this chapter, but it's teensy weensy. Like, one paragraph. Hee. I'm so evil, at least to the Danny/Sam lovers.

Cheers!

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Jazz ran up just as Danny fell to the street in human form. "Danny!"

Jazz ran to Danny's side; her rage intensifying as her big sister intuition kicked in.

Extraordinarily, the ghost seemed to vanish as Jazz ran.

Mr. Lancer's to blame for this. He's the one who upset Danny. What sort of cruel person would do this to my brother, the one who determinedly saves this town from destruction? Mr. Lancer knows that now, too! Danny's only fourteen; no one should have to go through this much so young, it's not fair!

Jazz pulled her brother onto her lap, resting his head between her knees. Sighing, she examined his scratches. They were pretty deep, so she would need to bandage them up quickly. She had always been weak-stomached; she got nauseous at the sight of blood. When she thought about it later on, she realized the only thing keeping her from losing her lunch were her worries about Danny's well being.

Pulling out her first aid kit that she always kept handy, Jazz began.

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Later, Tucker and Sam sat at their computers at home. They were chatting with each other on 'Doomed'.

"Have you seen Danny since the fight this morning?" Tucker wrote. "He wasn't in gym."

"No," Sam answered. "He wasn't in English, and neither was Lancer. D'you think Lancer wanted to talk to Danny some more and- I don't know. Got him out of school?"

"Yeah, maybe." Tucker 'sounded' uneasy.

Sam tried again, familiar enough with Tucker to know that when he said 'maybe', he meant 'yeah, right'. "If Lancer is missing too, then that would probably mean that he's with Danny, right?" Tucker couldn't know that as she wrote, her hand clenched the desk in worry, knuckles white.

"Maybe I should call him."

"What?! You mean you haven't called him already?"

"Well, I thought that if he didn't text me to tell me where he was, and wasn't online after school, something must be wrong." Tucker blushed furiously, glad that they weren't using a video I.M. like they usually did.

"I thought you just couldn't reach him. Arghhh! You are so DUMB sometimes, Tucker!" Sam was secretly relieved, but liked to taunt Tucker too much to express it.

Sam swiftly tapped out her next message. "I'll call him. TTYL."

"Bye."

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Jazz heaved an inert Danny over the front steps and quietly opened the door. She wasn't sure whether her parents would be home or not, so she listened attentively. Hearing nothing, she made her way across the threshold. As she approached the stairs, she heard a banging noise from beneath her feet followed by muted yells of excitement.

"What do you know? Toothpaste does make a good clean-up solution for ectoplasm!" came the delighted voice of Jack Fenton.

Jazz's heart skipped a beat. They're home! They can't see Danny like this; it'll raise too many questions. Sprinting as silently as she possibly could with her brother in her arms, Jazz ran into Danny's room, closing the door behind her. She realized, too late, that she shut it harder than she had intended. She strained to hear if her parents had heard anything.

"Did you hear that?" asked Maddie.

"What?" said Jack distractedly.

"Hmm. I just thought I heard-never mind. It's nothing."

Jazz breathed a sigh of relief. Setting Danny on his bed, she left to her room. She had decided that it would be better if she weren't in Danny's room, just in case her parents came up. She and Danny weren't supposed to be as close as they really were.

When he woke up, she'd be a wall's width away.

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Sam dialed Danny's familiar number. Almost immediately, someone picked it up on the other end.

"Hello?" Jazz's voice whispered.

"Oh, hey Jazz. Danny there?"

"Yeah, but… he's not really a-available." Jazz whispered. "Do you want me to call you back when he's… uh, not busy anymore?"

"Jazz, what's going on?" Sam inquired. "Why are you whispering?"

Jazz paused. "It would probably easier if you came over yourself. But I'll call you when it's safe, I don't want my parents to know." The line went dead.

Okay, that was really weird. Thought Sam. What did she mean 'when it's safe"? Is everyone trying to tick me off today?

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Several hours later, near six, Jack and Maddie prepared to leave for a date. Jazz stood, revolted as her parents made pitiful attempts at romantic prattle, sounding like newlyweds. They were happy, though, so she didn't react. (Not out loud, anyway.)

Jazz waved them out of the house, telling them to take their time as they climbed into the Fenton A.V. With a loud screech of the tires and a whiff of burning rubber, they were gone. Jazz hurriedly ran back inside and dialed Sam's number. For a moment, she contemplated whether to call Tucker, but decided against it. (She wasn't ignorant to Sam's crush on Danny…)

"Hello?" It was Sam who answered, luckily. Jazz knew how edgy Sam's parents could be when it came to her family.

"Hello Sam." Jazz answered, relived. "I just wanted to let you know that you can come over now. My parents are gone."

"Oh, good! See you in a few!" Before Jazz hung up, she distinctly heard Sam's parents arguing with her when she told them where she was going. Chuckling slightly, thinking How predictable, Jazz walked upstairs to check on Danny.

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Danny was still out when Sam arrived. They both sat in his room while Jazz told her what happened, starting with Lancer. Sam stared at Danny, her expression fixed as Jazz spoke.

When she had finished at last, Sam stood from her place on the floor and approached Danny's side.

Thoughts similar to what Jazz was thinking when she had found Danny lying unconscious in the street crossed Sam's mind, and yet her thoughts were so…different somehow. They held the same concern, the same sympathy, but there was something more than sisterly trepidation.

Sam's deep meditation was abruptly halted as Danny quivered and moaned piteously. Jazz jumped to her feet just as he opened his eyes gradually, wincing at the pain his consciousness brought.

"Whoa. Head rush," he said softly as he tried to sit up.

Jazz, the soon-to-be brain surgeon, was by his side so quickly; you could have sworn she flew. "Danny! Are you okay? Do you feel dizzy? You lost a lot of blood and-"

Danny cut her off with a wave of his hand. Duh. "Yeah, I'm fine Jazz." He looked to the right of Jazz and realized Sam was there. He straightened up a little, looking uncomfortable.She noticed and smiled slightly.

"Hey Danny. Took you long enough. You 'almost' had us worried," she said, gesturing at Jazz, then pointing to herself.

Danny gave a feeble laugh.

"Do you feel fit enough to get up?" asked Jazz worryingly. "I don't want to have to explain to mom and dad why you're in bed so early."

Danny stood tentatively, shifting his weight from foot to foot. "I think I'll be fine if I don't have to stand for very long." As if to prove a point, his leg gave way beneath him and he fell back onto his bed.

Jazz and Sam leaned forward, ready to help, but he pushed them back. "I'm fine, quit worrying."

Jazz looked skeptical, but Sam simply looked embarrassed.

Trying to avoid Jazz's eyes, Danny looked down at his bloodstained clothes. "Oh." He said, trying to change the subject. "I might need to get rid of these. Kind of a giveaway, huh?" He looked up at the two girls. "Uh, do you mind?"

No… Sam thought as she looked down at Danny's shirt. She shook her head viciously, clearing the thought. Pulling herself together, she left the room before answering.

"See you in a while."

"Right," said Jazz. "See you in a few."

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All right. So it's not going so hot. I lost my sense of…well, storyboard, so I'm playing it by ear. Sorry. And I really didn't mean to just drop it off, but... this one's kinda dead for a while. Sorry again.

Oh, I'm going to start a new story, in case you're interested… Lots of luv!