Chapter Two: Return of the little sister
"He's right, Jazzerincess. We can't lose both of our kids, I can't even stand the thought of losing one." Danny and Jazz jerked around to find Maddie and Jack come out from the kitchen, having heard enough and wanting to speak with their children.
Hours later, Tucker and Sam met at the Fenton's. Danny sat between his parents stiffly, and they sent each other anxious glances as they took their seats on the Fanon couch ™. "Well, Danny, what is it?" Sam asked, and when Danny lifted his downward gaze to his best friends, he spoke only two words, but they set the two teenagers hearts ice cold, and their protection into high-gear: "They know."
Sam stood and growled with fury. "How bad is your injury, Danny? Where did they shoot you at? Why didn't you call us? We'da been there… Why-"
Tucker interrupted her here, with a proclamation of his own. "Danny, I'll go pack your bags. Don't let them take him down to the lab, Sam. You want your rockets too, Danny?" As he walked past Jazz, she grabbed his arm but he pulled it out of her grasp. "And you just stand there?! Don't you know they plan on tearing him molecule by molecule? Or have you been absent to Jack's rambling?"
Fury ignited Danny's face and he lit his hand with ectoplasm, yet remained sitting. "Stop it! They aren't going to harm me. They… they love me." He paused and then spoke. "But, that's not why I really asked you here. Guys, you know those new creatures we've seen on the streets? I was in the 'Zone yesterday, and they pose a major problem. Turns out their kits, or babies, bring the lethal part out of the monster. They are not to be reckoned with. Mom and Dad will have to help with the capture, I'm not strong enough to handle the massive amounts of Otrăvitoare Fiara's which will be appearing in the next few weeks."
"Not strong enough? What do you mean, I've seen you take on a couple of them." Sam froze mid-rant though when she saw crimson leaking from the teen hero's left leg. He smiled sheepishly. "Got a little careless. A building hit me. WAY not my fault. Any—""How bad is that?!" Sam gasped. Danny's few scrapes and burns he received healed nearly as soon as he got them. Only serious matters, such as severe blood loss, head trauma, broken bones, and internal damage lasted long enough to be treated, and if it was still bleeding…
Danny paused again and seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "Broken in about five different places. I got the ankle back where it belongs, and I can stand and walk okay, I sewed it up and eventually it will quit bleeding. But, it will slow me down horribly so in a fight and so you guys –along with my parents and Jazz- will have to cover for me until my leg heals at least well enough to stand for over two hours."
Maddie bit her lip as she watched her son slide his Phantom First Aid Kit ™ under the couch and then put her hand on his shoulder. "When… you were dressing your wounds, why did they glow?"
"Ectoplasm." Danny answered. "Without ectoplasm infused medical supplies, my more severe wounds can't be closed. Because of my ghost half, any long-term injuries I acquire simply go intangible through the usual surgical tools and procedures."
A loud crash sounded, and young Danielle Fenton/Phantom entered the house via the now-broken window. "Umph!"
"Danielle! What's wrong, what are you doing here?" Danielle looked up at her cousin and smiled.
"Hey, Cuz. Nice to see you too. I was flying over and saw those things in the street, and I came by to see if you needed any help." Danny stared at her, and practically spontaneously combusted from the smile he gave her.
"Help would be lovely." He got up with great difficulty, grabbing onto his clone/cousin and nearly squeezing the ectolife out of her. (A/N: Ectolife is what I call Danielle's atoms/life structure. Her creation is caused from ectoplasm, which had high bolts of both electricity and ectoranium fused and molded to it. :End A/N)