Hey, do any of you guys have siblings? Well I do, and she can be a pain. Kinda like her watching the same thing for 4 days straight! XC That's actually my fault because I introduced her to MLP FiM *face palm* what a really bad idea… -_-

Anyway, I'd better get this chapter done so I can get going to bed as well as finishing my English assignment before Tuesday and before I get another assignment XC But I doubt it, because my sose teacher said that we're going to get an assignment after we watch this movie about WWI but it's not so hard once you've watched the movie ^^

Danny Phantom © Butch Hartman

OC © Me

Danny's POV:

I couldn't think, this was nothing that I or even my family have done through before! This is really difficult, I wish I got to know that Nectorya better before she sped off, maybe she had a solution-no. She wouldn't, she's the reason why Carol is in this entire mess. I'm guessing we would have to trigger her memory, I hope she remembers her powers.

I watched Mum leave the room, then ran to Carol's side and started to almost sob but my heart and tears were just too hopeful for me to sound like a whining baby. Jazz was on the opposite side of Carol; Carol was the only one that had no tears running down her lightly tanned cheeks.

"Can someone please tell me why you two are crying and why that woman was crying also? Oh, and I would also like to know why am I here? Why did she call me her daughter?"

"Carol, stop." I almost whined with so much emotion.

Jazz's mascara began to run down her cheeks, turning her clear tears into thick black droplets staining her cheeks.

"You have amnesia." My elder sister stated with almost all loss of hope.

Carol's expression was not all expecting, her eyes widened with shock and her lips shrunk together with confusion. She sat up and started to feel a little dizzy; it was as if she had vertigo where you get all dizzy because of something in your ears.

"I don't get it, how could I-"

I saw her hand immediately try comfort the pain she was receiving at the back of her head; I heard her moan and grunts of pain and impatience.

"Carol, stop. I'm heartbroken enough!"

"Jazz, you're not making this any easier."

"I have no choice!" She whined, like she had just lost her most beloved toy or parent.

Her whining and complaining annoyed me too much, so I got up and went over to the other side of Carol's bed to slap Jazz out of it.

"Ow! Danny, why did you do that for!?"

"Stop acting like a 4 year old and start acting like a 16 year old! It's bad enough the guys in white call me prepubescent!"

Jazz sniffled and wiped her nose with her long black sleeve, she looked up at me while still on her knees and resting against Carol's white bed frame.

"You're right Danny, I'm sorry."

We both looked up and saw that Carol was gone; we both panicked as we searched all over the room for her then headed towards every other room. We eventually found her staring into Jazz's scrapbook that Jazz had dedicated to Danny.

"Carol?" Jazz asked with caution and care.

You should've seen her, she was just standing there. Like a robot waiting for a demand or request to be advised. If you watched her closely, she didn't even blink; she just stood there in front of Jazz's desk staring at the scrapbook.

"What is this?" She asked confused but yet familiarised with the scrapbook as she held it up.

Jazz walked up to her slowly and gently. She started to smile, I did too. You should know why since this could be one of the things that could trigger her memory. Or so we thought anyway.

Jazz sniffled one last time then replied to Carol in a happy like tone. "It's my scrap book dedicated to my brother."

"But, isn't that your brother? This guy looks nothing like you."

Wow, that was quite a shock. She thinks that I look completely different from my ghost half, but there's like only three or two differences! I have white hair, green eyes and a different suit. How can no one realize that it's actually me? Danny Fenton? Even my Mum can't figure it out, and she's like ten times smarter than Dad!

"Is he a ghost?"

"Carol, this ghost hybrid is your brother."

"No, I don't believe you for a second."

Oh man that was dumb; I should've just shown her in the first place! No wonder I'm a C student. So anyway, I called for her attention as I transformed into my ghost half. Her face told it all, the shock, the astonishment and the sadness in her eyes. She couldn't believe it but why wouldn't she? She's got amnesia and she's the younger sister of a half ghost hero. Who else wouldn't want that?

She covered her wide opened mouth with her hands, she breathed heavily a few times then walked slowly back towards the back wall with tears developing around her eyes.

"No, this is not true. You can't be the same person, it's not possible! I believe too much in science! This is mythological!"

Guess where she gets that from? Jazz duh?

"No Caroline, it's supernatural."

I could see that this obviously didn't trigger her memory, the shock and amazement on her face told that this only frightened her to death. I wasn't expecting her to be all happy at all since she probably wouldn't remember me or my ghost half.

True that Danny, but how else are they going to trigger her memory? Maybe a few more hints about who she really is maybe? Next update: Feb 27th