A/N: It seems that I like ending in cliffies . . . huh.
BlueMouse: Once again, we apologize for the shortness of the chapter but we've got another story that we've started. If anyone has watched the movie Labyrinth with David Bowie . . . yeah. It's based off of that. =D
Kara: (blinks) . . . It seems that my dark side likes that story too much . . . I can't get a word in edgewise . . .
Chibi: (sweatdrop) Well . . . you know the drill! We don't own so you don't sue! =D
((Re-written to keep more plot and character's in character))
Chapter 11: Conversations Part 1
Danny led Jazz into a sitting room, sitting down on the couch as he held his head in his hands and sighed. How was he supposed to tell his sister that he was half-ghost? She didn't even believe in ghosts if he remembered correctly . . .
A young Danny Fenton ran downstairs with a bedsheet thrown over him and holes for eyes. "Whoo!! I'm a ghost!!" he called out happily only to be nearly goo-ified by his ghost hunting father. Jazz stepped in front of him as his father pointed a harmless-to-humans ecto-gun at him.
"Dad. You are being redicullus." she said, not having a full grasp on the English language just yet. "It's just Danny under a sheet. I don't even know why you have stuff like this." she said pointing at the gun. "Ghost's don't exist." she stated simply.
Of course, Jack Fenton wasn't a man who backed down from his belief easily, however learning that it was his son and not a ghost, he instantly disarmed the gun. "Of course there are Jazzipants! We just can't see them cause they have the uncanny ability to turn invisible. Just wait. One of these days I'll make a Fenton Finder to locate ghosts no matter where they're hiding!" he proclaimed and then ran down to the lab to start working on that.
Jazz sighed and then turned to her brother. "Danny, remember that no matter what Mom or Dad say, ghosts don't exist except in the minds of paranoid people or fanatics." she explained to him.
"Okie Jazz." Danny responded in his youthfully innocent tone.
Danny was pulled out of his reverie by his sister coming over and sitting next to him, her hands in her lap as she looked at him worriedly. "Danny?" she asked softly.
Danny sighed and nodded. "I'm just . . . wondering how to tell you . . . cause I know you won't believe me . . ." he murmured.
Jazz frowned. "You know you can tell me anything Danny. And I promise that, no matter how crazy or far-fetched it may seem, I'll believe you." she said, her right hand going over her heart as her left hand raised into the air as she gave her word.
Danny sighed and opened his mouth to tell her when-
"I mean it's not like you're going to tell me that you're a ghost or anything!" Jazz added with a bit of a laugh as she rolled her eyes.
Danny chuckled awkwardly. "Ehe . . . Y-yeah . . ." he said nervously, suddenly completely rethinking telling his sister.
"So what was it you wanted to tell me Danny?" Jazz asked, her voice concerned.
Danny chuckled nervously. "Uh . . . I . . . I can't go home because I developed an allergic reaction to ectoplasmic energy!!" he said quickly, all in one breath.
Jazz blinked and then nodded. "Oh . . . that makes sense . . ." she murmured softly and then hugged Danny. "Don't worry. I'm sure we can work something out so you can come back home . . ." she murmured.
End Chapter 11