Sam ran to the room that the sound had come from. She slid to a stop in front of the doorway; Tucker accidentally slid past her and hit the wall. He got up and looked at where Sam had a steady stare.

Danny lay on the floor, the chair he had once been sitting in had one of the front legs busted off. Jazz held the leg in her gloved hand. She stared at it blankly, fear and confusion written across her face.

Danny struggled to stand, but his weak arms couldn't seem to lift up his body. Besides, he knew that even if they could, his legs couldn't. He was as helpless as a new born baby.

"Danny!" Sam dropped the thermos and ran up to her friend, "Danny are you okay?" He got no response, so she decided to help him up. She grabbed one of his arms and tried to pull him up, but he screamed.

"Sam! Ow! Please don't do that!" Danny pulled his arm away.

Sam let go and noticed Danny's blood covered body. She noticed how much he trembled and how he used pretty much all his strength to keep himself breathing. He was in bad shape and needed to get help fast.

"Me and Tucker brought the speeder. It's down in the lab. You think you can walk there?" Sam rested a hand on his back as she kneeled down next to him.

Danny shook his head, "Both legs…are broken," Danny stifled another cry of pain as his nerves confirmed every cut, bruise and injury he had.

Jazz finally snapped out of her moment of shock, "Did I just…? No, I…I…did I?" she dropped the leg and backed up. She shook her head in disbelief, "No. No, I couldn't have. I didn't…" she kept glancing at Danny and back at her gloved and then back at Danny.

"Danny…I…I," she couldn't get the words out. She kept shaking her head. She couldn't believe she had done that to him, even after she said she would never hurt him. She gave Danny a pleading look.

"Jazz, its okay. That glove… it has a lot of strength that you can't control. It…wasn't you're fault," Danny once again tried to lift himself, but fell down again.

"Dude, you look terrible," Tucker kneeled down next to Danny.

"Thanks for stating the obvious, Tuck," Sam commented, "Danny, I think all three of us can carry you without hurting you too much. Do you think we should do that?"

Danny nodded.

"Okay," Sam gave Tucker and Jazz a, "Are you ready look," as she grabbed Danny's arms. The other two walked to help. Tucker grabbed his legs carefully. Danny yelled but they had to ignore him. Jazz grabbed his waist so there wasn't so much pressure on his legs. They began to walk, but didn't get too far before Danny began to scream in pain again.

They tried to get him in a more comfortable position, but didn't succeed. They laid him on the couch and sat down to think.

"Hmm, I guess we have to wait until the Fenton's get here," Tucker concluded.

"No, we can't do that. There's no knowing what Vlad could do before then…and speaking of Vlad," Sam glanced around the room, "Where is he?"

"He left a little while before you came. He said, "You have no idea what you're up against," so I'm guessing he'll be back," Jazz sighed, "And I don't know when Mom and Dad will get here."

"Maybe… I can go ghost… now that I've had some rest," Danny suggested.

"Are you joking? You're still gasping for breath even if you're just talking," Jazz fought against him.

Danny ignored her, "I'm goin' ghost!" The rings appeared around his waist but immediately faded soon after their appearance. Danny started coughing and moaning. Jazz was right, he shouldn't have tried. But since when does he listen to her?

"Danny!" the three concerned teens ran up to him.

"Danny, I told you not to try. Now look at you? You're exhausted!" Jazz put her hands on her hips, "Do you ever listen to me?"

Danny grinned, but it soon faded as he began to cough again. He felt like he was dying. He couldn't move, his body burned and his sister being controlled with a battle suit that could finish him off as fast as you can say, "Danny."

Jazz's expression melted into a face of pure sympathy, "Please get here soon, Mom and Dad," she whispered into the distance.

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"There it is!" Maddie pointed to the large mansion on the horizon, "Jack, faster!"

The RV sped down the road. Jack gritted his teeth and held his firm grip on the wheel, "Almost there Maddie!"

In a few minutes the RV skidded to a halt on the curved driveway in front of the huge mansion that once belonged to the Dairy King.

Maddie jumped out of the RV fully armed with ghost weapons. Jack came jumped out too, also armed.

"Come on Jack. Let's go save our kids," Maddie ran up to the front door. Before Jack could even reach it, she ran skillfully kicked it open in a smooth karate kick. The two ran inside only to meet utter darkness.

"Jazz? Danny?" Maddie called, "Where are you? Can you hear us?"

Their only response was some invisible force slamming the door shut behind them. They whirled around to see the object that had closed it, but no one was there. They looked at each other in confusion.

Suddenly the floor began to rumble beneath them. It got stronger and soon they couldn't keep standing as it jerked back and forth beneath them.

"Jack, we need to find our kids and get out of here," Maddie grabbed hold of the wall and tried to inch her way along. Jack followed her maneuver. They finally made it to a hall way when the house stopped shaking.

Jack looked around, confused, as the elder Fenton's stood up.

"Jazz! Danny!" Maddie called. She hoped the shaking hadn't hurt them more than they already were.

"Mom, Dad?" Jazz's faint reply came from a room far away from where the two were.

"Jazz, dear, where are you? Is Danny alright?" Maddie started walking towards Jazz's voice.

"Mom? I'm trying to find you! Danny…has been better. Sam and Tucker are here too," Jazz's voice was growing louder.

"Vlad kidnapped them too? But, why?"

"Umm, can't explain now. We need you're help getting Danny out of here," Sam's voice came along with Tucker's.

"Yeah, he's not in shape to walk."

The hall came to an adjoining room. Maddie was just passing it when someone ran into her from the other side. She was knocked back a few feet. She regained her composure and looked at who had run into her. It was Jazz.

"Jazz?" Maddie ran up to her daughter, "Oh, Jazz, I'm so glad you're safe," she hugged her in a back breaking squeeze.

"Mom…Hi," Jazz gasped. She wrenched out of her mothers grasp only to be grabbed by a hug from her Dad, which was even harder than Maddie's. When she finally got the hugs done with she began to explain the problem to her parents.

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Danny lay on the couch, silently listening to the conversation a few halls down. He closed his eyes and tried to drown out the pain the rippled threw his small body. He wished they would leave the talking and get him out of here. He felt horrible. He would rather be dead than feel what he was feeling now.

As Jazz's story seemed to grow long and tedious Danny began to drift off into a pain filled sleep. He saw flashes of the battle with Jazz, he saw Vlad's smirking face, and he saw the blood he knew was constantly covering his pale body. He sighed. He didn't want to remember these things. He wanted to live lift normally, but he knew he couldn't. He was half ghost, his life could never be normal…ever again.

He aroused from his thoughts as the room made a huge creaking noise. His eyes snapped open. He glanced around, but everything looked fine. He must have been imagining things. He let his guard down a tiny bit when suddenly the floor made a jerk. It seemed to tilt…It did tilt! The floor tilted at a diagonal angle. Danny slid of the couch and hit the wall across from him.

"What? What's going on? What is this, some kind of trick house with slanted room?" Danny's eyes grew wide as the couch slid at him. He braced for impact, but it made a sudden jerk to the left and hit the wall, inches from Danny's head.

Danny sighed in relief, but furniture was sliding all over the place, amazingly enough, missing him. The lamp fell and broke, pieces scattered the ground, and the rug rolled and expertly flung itself onto the couch which was now upside down.

Danny watched as the furniture piled up. Finally, when almost all of it had slid down he found his real threat.

"Oh no," His baby blue eyes widened showing a clear reflection of the huge metal filing cabinet slowly sliding down. He tried to squirm out of the way, but the couch blocked his path. He began to panic. He tried to go intangible, but his body was too weak to even go invisible. He turned back to the cabinet. It was gaining speed.

He looked towards the hall way. He remembered the occupants having their story time that stood only feet away.

"Mom, Dad, Jazz, Sam, Tucker! He-" He never finished his plea as he cried out in pain from impact of pure steel. It hit him squarely in the chest, crushing his entire body. He continued to scream as it pushed against his broken ribs and bruised torso.

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Jazz had just finished her story and was completely out of breath when they heard Danny plea, along with his scream.

"Danny!" the entire group flew to the room Danny occupied only to find him being smashed in the middle of the huge cabinet and the wall. His screams rippled threw the house. They seemed so pitiful and helpless.

"Danny! Omigosh…Don't worry, we'll get you out!" Jazz yelled as she entered the slanted room. She slid down to Danny and crawled on top of the couch. She reached down her hand to grab Danny's, put his body couldn't muster up the strength to grab hers. He was completely focused on the object threatening to make him part of the wall.

"Mom Dad! We HAVE to get Danny out. He's being crushed to death!" Jazz yelled back to her parents.

"We're coming Danny!"

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And thus the rescue begins. I don't know about you, but I love cliffies. (Smirks evilly) Sorry it took so long to update. My computer is dying a slow and painful death. But I'm workin' on it. So please don't bite my head off.