Jazz stared where Vlad had just been. As soon as she was sure he was gone she turned to Danny, who was once again trying to sit up.
"Okay Danny, Sam and Tucker should be here any minute. I called them about two hours ago. I think they took the Spectra Speeder through the ghost Zone," Jazz began to pace, "Mom and Dad are on they're way too, but I don't know how fast they'll get here. How are we going to stop mom from falling straight into Vlad's trap?" she brought a finger up to her lips in thought.
"Jazz," Danny struggled to get the word out. She was so entranced in her thoughts, she didn't hear him. "Jazz," he said a little louder, "Jazz, I can't breath." His face began to pale. He brought a hand up to his throat as he began to cough.
"Danny?" Jazz just noticed him. She ran up to him and sat next to him; resting a hand on his back for comfort, "Take deep breaths Danny. You'll be alright."
Danny continued to cough, he covered his mouth with one hand (Jazz would have told him to anyway) the other leaving his throat and resting on his chest which was covered with a blood stained shirt. His head began to spin from coughing so much and from lack of oxygen.
He coughed until he could cough no more. He fell back on the couch; blood covered the hand that was over his mouth. He didn't notice for he was breathing extremely hard. It felt like something was clogging his lungs; like someone didn't want him to keep breathing.
Jazz gasped when she saw Danny's hand, "Danny…your hand. Look at your hand."
He looked at it and freaked out. He smeared the blood on the blankets and threw the blanket off the couch, only to reveal a lot more blood beneath him. He jumped off the couch and fell to the floor. He screamed in pain as he stood on his broken legs and as his sore body hit the floor.
"Danny calm down," Jazz helped him up and pulled him to a nearby chair.
"Jazz, I can't remember all that happened, all I remember is pain, and someone fighting me and winning," Danny leaned against the chair and tried to remember.
Jazz stood in front of him looking extremely nervous. She began to whistle to try to bring the strange moment to an end.
Danny looked at Jazz. His eyes were filled with fear and disappointment. He raised a finger and pointed at her, "J…Jazz. You were the one I was fighting against. But Jazz you promised. You promised and you broke it," Danny looked away from his sister.
"No, I didn't mean to, Danny. Vlad was controlling me, I couldn't stop it," Jazz whimpered.
Danny didn't look up.
"Danny please forgive me, I didn't mean to hurt you, really. I'm so sorry," Jazz hugged her brother.
"I forgive you Jazz. You didn't mean to," Danny returned her hug, "But Jazz. No more hugging please."
Jazz let go and smiled at her brother. His eyes had their glisten back in them and he seemed happy to know she would never intentionally hurt him.
"So, how are we getting out of here?" Danny asked, glancing at his surroundings.
"Either by Mom and Dad, or Tucker and Sam," Jazz answered.
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"Faster Jack!" Maddie yelled at her husband.
The Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle sped down the road. It was going way over the speed limit, but they didn't care. They had to get to Vlad's NOW!
"Can't this thing go any faster," Maddie slammed her fist on the dashboard.
"Hold on Maddie!" Jack pulled a lever and some compartment on the back of the RV powered up. The two adults buckled their seat belts as fire blasted out from behind shooting them down the road.
"At this rate, we'll be there in half an hour!" Jack boomed.
The RV speed towards Vlad's, its occupants determined to help their kids.
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"Tucker! Drive faster!" Sam was clutching her seat as the speeder drove threw the Ghost Zone.
"I'm going as fast as I can!" Tucker yelled. Sam had told him about Jazz's call immediately after she had hung up. It took them a few minutes to get ready, but now the drove threw the ghost zone aiming for Vlad's ghost portal.
"Well, drive faster! Danny could be dead by now!" Sam snapped. She was worried. Danny didn't know it, but in her heart, she really loved that stubborn raven haired boy who was Danny Fenton. She loved everything about him, his looks, his attitude, his bravery, his determination, everything. But she would never tell him that. It would ruin their friendship, and she doesn't want that to ever happen. She would have to keep it a deep dark secret.
"Ghost portal North," the speeder's mechanical detector sounded.
"There it is," Sam pointed at the green swirling vortex before them.
"I sure hope Vlad isn't in his lab right now," Tucker commented as they flew threw the vortex into a metal plated lab.
Tucker parked the speeder in them middle of the lab and the two got out. Vlad's lab had a variety of boxes and beaker lining the room. He had inventions, but not as many as the Fenton's did. He had a few beaker filled with colored liquids and a computer in the corner.
"Wow, Vlad's lab is a lot neater than Danny's parents keep theirs," Sam said.
"Yeah, I guess he likes things neat," Tucker carried a few ghost weapons, including the Fenton thermos and Ghost Weasel.
"Let's go Save Danny," Sam grabbed the thermos and ran up the stairs.
She ran into the private study and looked around. She'd never been here before.
"So, do you know where to go?" Tucker asked from behind.
"No, but be quiet. We don't want Vlad to hear us." Sam tiptoed to the door and looked into the hallway. After she saw it was clear she walked over to the end of the hall, tucker following close behind.
"I don't see Vlad. I think the coast is clear," Sam whispered to Tucker, "But this house is so huge, we'll never be able to find Danny.
"Wait, you here that?" Tucker put a cupped hand up to his ear, 'I here someone."
Sam listened, but all she could here was a muffled conversation between two people, "Let's see who it is," she began to creep along towards the sound, but stopped short as a scream of pain shot through the halls. It wasn't too loud, but it was loud enough to send a chill up the two teens spin. They knew that yell anywhere.
"Danny." Sam muttered.