This Drabble, you see, is one of my fonder memories...what happened in my life is pretty much exactly what I have written down here...I like how it shows several meanings of the word love, including some I may not even have spotted...make no mistake, though: it definitely shows the love between a brother and a sister. (Ugh, sappy to say that...)
Of course, I didn't title this chapter Love. Why, you ask? I just thought the title I have now fit better. Besides, I have a general idea of what I want to write for Love a little later on...let the chapter begin!
Danny Fenton woke up.
Sunlight was streaming in the window, hitting his eye straight on. Of course. Of course on the one day of the year no ghosts chose to attack him in the middle of the night, he would forget to close his curtains, and of course it would be the day of the year the sun rose earliest. Six. Stinkin'. A.M. On. A. Saturday. WHY?
Danny sighed, slowly sat up, and closed his curtains. He knew there was no way he was getting back to sleep. Even if he tried, before he could, it was a guarantee someone would barge in about something, or a ghost would attack, or...there were so many possibilities. And he knew Murphy's Law too well, even though the Law of Averages was technically working in his favor.
Whoever that Murphy guy was, really knew his stuff.
Danny got out of his bed and walked towards the door. He opened it to see Jazz there, preparing to knock.
-I knew it...- he thought. Out loud he said: "What is it, Jazz?"
"Well, um..." said Jazz, "We kind of have a situation..."
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"Let me get this straight: the situation is that your car won't start?" Danny asked.
"I have no idea why it won't,"said Jazz.
"And you want me to fly you to your meeting?" asked Danny.
"Exactly," said Jazz, voice toned as if she were asking her brother for something completely normal.
"And the reason you can't ask Mom or Dad is..." prompted Danny.
"Because...this meeting...is about...guhunny," said Jazz, partially mumbling.
"What?" asked Danny, confused.
"Goatonning," said Jazz so quickly that her message was nowhere near comprehensible.
"I repeat: What?" Danny asked, still confused.
"Ghost hunting, okay?" shouted Jazz. "The meeting's about ghost hunting! It's not even really a meeting, it's a convention, alright?"
There was a long silence.
"Excuse me for a moment," said Danny before walking back inside the house. About fourteen seconds later he came back out, a cup of water in his hand. He stood in front of Jazz with it, took a large sip, and then spit it off to the side, cartoon-realization style. "WHAT?" he shouted throwing the cup over his shoulder and wiping off his face.
"I wanted to, you know, compare the theories of the ghost hunting community with what we know as fact, study their techniques to see if there was anything you might find useful..."
"And become a better ghost hunter yourself, 'Ghost Getter No.1'?" Danny interrupted in mock-question form, beginning to let off a hearty belly laugh that slowly faded as realization took over.
"Danny?" asked Jazz, "What's wrong?"
"You want me to fly you to a ghost-hunting convention," said Danny, "As a GHOST? Are you out of your mind?"
"Oh, of course I don't want you to fly me all the way," said Jazz, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, "Just within a couple blocks, I can walk the rest of the way!"
"Sigh...alright," consented Danny, "But only this one time!"
"Thank you!" said Jazz, leaning over to his forehead-
"And if you kiss me, I'm changing my mind," said Danny before transforming into a certain other Danny, one a bit more famous around Amity Park.
"Gotcha," said Jazz.
"Good," said Danny Phantom, putting one arm around his sister's waist. "Now hang on!"
"Wait, I'm not quite readeeeee!" Jazz said/screeched as she and Danny took off into the sky.
Now, this was the first time Jazz and Danny had flown together, though it wouldn't be the last, despite what Danny had said. Because of this, Jazz was pretty panicky for the entire ride...
"OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH, OMIGOSH-"
"Would you knock it off?" asked Danny. "I promise not to let you go! Besides, there's our landing point, just a little further up ahead-"
"EEEEK!" shouted Jazz, as they passed through a cloud.
"It's. Just. A. Cloud." said Danny, irritatedly. "Use that big brain of yours and think about how perfectly safe this is!"
"I'm sorry, Danny..." said Jazz, "I'm just a little frightened..."
"A little?" asked Danny.
"Oh, hardy har har," said Jazz. "What I'm trying to say is...LOOK OUT!"
"Look out? Why would you say that?" asked Danny, pretending not to notice the building looming in front of them.
"No, Danny, really-"
"I mean," interrupted Danny, "I could understand you saying that if, say, there was a building looming just ahead of us, but as a general statement, I don't know..."
"DANNY!" Jazz shouted.
And as if life itself was saying "Ha, ha, joke's on you!" that was the exact moment Danny chose to phase through the building.
There was a short silence.
"Why, Danny?" Jazz asked, trying to sound as pitiful as possible.
"Because it was funny," he said, chuckling.
"Oh, you're going to be fully dead when I get back home, I kid you not..."
"Sorry, Jazz," apologized Danny as they hit solid ground, "But, hey, that's what you get for making me fly you over to a ghost hunting convention!"
"Two blocks away from!" said Jazz angrily as Danny slipped into a nearby alley and changed back to his Fenton form.
"Well, then, I guess I walk you from here," said Danny.
"No, here is where you go back home," said Jazz. "I can take care of myself!"
"Said the red-headed sister of the superhero just before she was kidnapped by one of his archenemies," said Danny as they began to walk.
"Oh, please," said Jazz, "I'm two blocks away from a convention of ghost hunters! I'm perfectly safe!"
"Yeah," said Danny, "Two blocks away from a convention of ghost hunters that didn't notice the most famous ghost in the world flying overhead with a human by his side..."
"C'mon, Danny!" said Jazz. "I'm carrying ghost-hunting equipment, I'm safe!"
"Well, that's not going to stop me from worrying," said Danny.
"Well, you shouldn't worry!"
"Whether I should or not isn't going to change the fact that I'm walking you to this convention!"
"Ugh, little brothers..." said Jazz.
"I'm still walking you," reiterated Danny.
"You know," said a voice new to the conversation, "If you're really worried about her that much, I could walk her..."
Danny and Jazz turned to see a boy standing there of about the age of 16. He was medium-tall, had blue eyes, blond, shaggy hair, and glasses. His black shirt had a slogan on the front: "Extrasensory, Extraterrestrial, Extraordinary! Call the Paranormal Pummelers!"
"My name's Cory," said the boy, who was outfitted with several different types of gadgetry, "What's you guys's names?"
"I'm Jazz!" said Jazz, happy to meet a new person.
"I'm Danny," said Danny, suscpicious.
"Cool," said Cory. "Uh, I'm headed to the ghost-hunting convention, and from what I little I heard, it sounds like you are too?" and he pointed at Jazz.
"Uh, huh!" said Jazz.
"Awesome," said Cory. "How about we walk together? Your brother might not be so worried about you if I do, I am, after all, number two ghost hunter in the Paranormal Pummelers!"
"Uh, huh..." said Danny, still suspicious. "Paranormal Pummelers?..."
"Oh, that!" said Cory. "Well, all the other good names for paranormal researchers were taken, so..."
"Researchers?" asked Jazz. "If you're just researchers, isn't the name kind of..."
"Misleading? I know," said Cory, "But the higher-ups refuse to change the name. I swear, someday we are gonna get sued because we refuse to kill something someone wants us to kill...Anyways, like I said, I think your brother would feel safer about you going if you weren't on your own, and this way Danny can head off and do his own thing, like I get the feeling he wants to."
"You don't need to be a psychologist to see that," joked Jazz, badly.
"Yeah," said Cory, giving off a small laugh at the same time. "Although I am interested in psychology."
"Really?" asked Jazz, her eyes lighting up, "Me too!"
"Woah, seriously?" asked Cory. "Wow...uh, what do you think of that one new theory on the subconscious mind?"
"Ooh, the one by Dr. M. L. Grant?" asked Jazz, excitedly.
"That's the one!" said Cory, just as excited.
-Wow,- thought Danny as the two continued to babble on about psychology, -It's like he and Jazz are related...well, that's a bad analogy, because Jazz and I are related and are also nothing alike. At any rate, I can see exactly where this conversation is going...-
"Hey," said Cory, "Maybe after the convention is over, you wanna, you know, catch a movie?"
"Sounds great!" said Jazz.
-Knew it,- thought Danny.
"Cool," said Cory. "So, um..."
"Hey, Cory?" said Danny. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
"Uh, sure..." said Cory, stepping over to where Danny was standing.
"Look," said Danny, "I don't know what kind of guy you really are, so don't take this personally, but Jazz is my sister. She is a precious ruby gemstone, almost flawless, in fact." As Danny continued to talk to Cory from this point in the conversation on, he sounded angrier and angrier. "And she isn't to be wasted on any lowlife scum who lie to girls in order to get what they want, so if you do anything to hurt my sister, I will beat you to a pulp, you got me? And because you probably will not survive long enough for me to beat you up sufficiently, once you are dead, I will go into the Ghost Zone, track down your ghost, and beat you up again, and once you have been beaten sufficiently-"
"Woah, there!" said Cory, eager to stop the fourteen-year-old on a rampage. "I'm not that kind of guy, okay? And even if I was, do you think it would be a good idea to threaten me? I mean, I'm, what, two years older than you? Not to mention I have been trained in three different types of-"
Danny snatched a feather from a low-flying pigeon without disturbing it's flight.
"...fighting styles?"
"Don't hurt my sister," said Danny, sending the message home loud and clear.
"Got it," squeaked out Cory before walking back to Jazz, Danny glaring at him the whole way.
"So, what did you guys talk about?" asked Jazz of Cory.
"Oh, nothing in particular..." Cory responded.
"He threatened to beat you to a bloody pulp if you hurt me in any way, didn't he?"
"He didn't say bloody," said Cory, "But he did mention death and tracking down my ghost..."
"That sounds about right..." said Jazz, linking her arm with Cory's and beginning to walk. "I swear, my little brother can be so annoyingly overprotective sometimes..."
And as Danny watched the new couple disappear into a crowd of ghost hunters, only one thought remained in his head...
-I could sure go for some waffles right about now...-
Ah, good times, good times...and for those of you wondering whether Cory was telling the truth about being or not being that type of guy, and whether he and Jazz ended up together, and whether or not he got beaten to a pulp...
You may find out in a later chapter if you're lucky. Review, please!