AN: HUGE time skip from the last chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Jack and Maddie bustled around the kitchen, trying to create some order inside the cluttered, smoke-filled, and slime-covered kitchen. Their experiment had gone wrong once again, and now the kitchen had to be quarantined and all the people inside.

Danny came down the stairs at a lazy pace as soon as he heard the explosion. Thanks to his parents' shouts of frustration after the boom, he knew no one was hurt. He poked his head inside the kitchen, and facepalmed as soon as he saw the chaos.

"Aw, come on! I just cleaned the kitchen!" He tried not to think about how much he sounded like a disgruntled maid.

Jack coughed a few times, waving away smoke, before saying, "Sorry, Danny-cough-I don't know what happened!"

"Jack, are you sure you put in the right sample I gave you?" Maddie asked, exiting the kitchen while holding her nose.

"Uh...er...huh." Jack wrinkled his nose, and thought back. "You, know, I might have put the stuff that was in that glass instead…"

"Jack, that was my martini!"

"Eh?!"

Danny sighed as his parents continued to bicker. They would probably ask him to clean all this up, after the smoke cleared and they took out any radioactive materials. He would never have guessed it, but things were even more hectic than when Jazz was here. He never really thought about how much she interfered with their more crazy experiments, or when they tried to make something in the kitchen again.

"Times like these, I wish Jazz was here; she'd usually stop you guys before you did something like this," Danny said. When he saw his parents visibly deflate, he wished he could take back that previous statement.

"Wish Jazzy-pants was here, too," Jack said mournfully. Maddie nodded in agreement.

"I haven't seen her since we helped unpack her dorm," Maddie said. "She hasn't been answering my calls, either!"

"She's probably just busy," Danny said. He knew that his sister was actually having the time of her life away from Amity Park, and their family's crazy-bad reputation in town. He wasn't sure if she'd ever come back.

"Yeah, I guess," Maddie said. "After we've cleared up the smoke, do you think you could straighten up a bit in the kitchen? We really have to finish this experiment, but we'll move it to the lab, okay?"

Danny sighed. "Fine."

Danny was a junior in high school now, which either made his life awesome, or made his life hell. Currently, it was hell. He had three essays due in three different subjects, along with regular homework. And let's not forget ghost attacks, At least his math homework could be done quickly enough.

"I'm sorry I don't laugh at the right times, is this what if feels-" "Yo," Danny answered.

"Hey, Danny. 'Sup?"

"Hey, Tuck. Nothing much out here, no attacks. Yet. How 'bout you?"

"Saw an ectopuss on East Street, but I got 'em with the thermos. Not much activity tonight. You finish those essays?"

"Ugh. No. Not even close."

"I'm half way done...though to be honest, it's complete crap. Do you think Lancer'll care?"

"I'm not sure if he will ever expect a good essay from either of us, ever. We've had him since freshmen year, I think he knows what to expect."

"That's true. Have you talked to Jazz lately?"

"No, not lately." Danny paused for a beat. "Wait, why do you ask?"

"Er, no reason. Just curious."

"Right."

"Yep."

Danny was about to further comment, but his ghost sense went off. "Fuck, gotta go, ghost attack. I think it's Skulker."

"Damn. Need backup?"

"I haven't needed backup in years for Skulker, I'll be fine."

"You know, didn't Sam have to save your ass just last-"

"Later," Danny said and hung up the phone. He turned invisible, and leapt out his window, and started his transformation. He was Phantom before he hit the ground.

"Ghost child," Skulker spat from above his window. His metallic grin was eager and twisted. "I'm sure you know the drill by now."

Danny dodged the flying net with a smirk. "Oh yeah, I know," he said as he bolted toward the armored ghost.

"Ugh," he groaned as he flopped onto his bed and transformed from Phantom into Fenton. "That took way too long."

He needed to finish those damn essays. Thinking about it for a moment, he thought various ways in which he could procrastinate.

"I really haven't talked to Jazz in a while," he muttered to himself, and dug his phone out of his pocket.

Hey he sent. He waited about a minute. And then five minutes.

When five turned to ten, he started to get frustrated. Come on, Jazz, your brother really doesn't want to do those essays!

An idea occurred to him suddenly. He grinned mischieviously, and sent another text.

You

Should

Answer

Your

Little

His phone buzzed with a new text. He smirked when he saw the answer.

I dont know what youre saying. ? He kept texting her one-worded texts that were sure to drive her nuts.

Brother

You

Demon

Sister

Really, Danny?

Ya

Rly

His ghost sense went off again. He groaned, and instinctively knew it was Box Ghost. Danny debated just ignoring it, but then Boxy would just come to him to pick a fight. He sent another text, one of his templates he created for speed texting.

Ghost attack, brb.

One disgruntled Boxy later, he was back in his room, just in time to see his phone ring. He answered it after transforming back to Fenton.

"Yo."

"Really, Danny?"

"Ya really."

"Sigh. Alright, what's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing. Haven't seen you in a while."

"Well, I am in college, so…"

"Psh. No excuse. Mom and Dad miss you."

"I miss them too, I've just been so busy-"

"You miss Mom and Dad? I'm not sure I would."

"Danny, come on. You would miss them."

"I'm pretty sure I would enjoy the freedom more than actually miss them."

"Well, er…"

"Don't argue on this point. I know I'm right."

"Psh. Whatever." He grinned. He missed talking with his sister like this.

"But you're right, it has been a while since we've talked. Have you been finishing your homework on time?"

"Oh, yeah. Totally," he said as he thought once more on the essays he needed to finish. "I'm just a golden student."

"Well, that's good. You never realize how much your high school grades can affect you, especially in college-"

"Uuuggghhh."

"I know you don't like talking about college but just-"

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuugggggggggghhhhhhhhh."

"Alright, fine. Why did you call me?"

"I miss you. Sort of, I miss pulling pranks on you."

"I do not miss the pranks."

"Come on, they were pretty funny. Remember all the popcorn-"

"Please, do not remind me."

He snickered. "You still coming home for Thanksgiving?"

"Of course. I can't leave you to fend for yourself against the turkey we both know is going to come alive."

"Sweet. I guess I'll see you then."

"Okay. Be careful, Danny. I don't know what I'd do if a ghost or even Mom and Dad finally caught-"

"Don't worry. I'm fine." His voice was softer, more appreciative.

"Okay. Bye, little bro,"

"Bye, Jazz." He waited for Jazz to hang up the phone, then laid his head on his pillow. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

I did that texting thing to my brother once. It actually worked, he called me. :)

This was fun to write. It's simple, and if you didn't catch it, Danny's in 11th grade and Jazz is in her first year of college.

If you have any critiques or comments, don't hesitate to tell me! And if you think flames are critiques, go ahead and write those too.

Until next time.