"Casper! High! Spirit! Oomph!" Mr. Lancer said, cheerfully before he hits the ground with Jazz standing next to him.

"Ahh, Spirit Week. I love it so. The pomp, the circumstance, and mostly the spirit sparklers!" Mr. Lancer said, getting up.

"Jasmine, did you know I was a cheerleader when I went to school here?" He asked, holding up a picture of himself as a cheerleader.

"Really? Weird. No clue. Look, can I talk to you for a minute, Mr. Lancer?" Jazz asked.

Inside the school, Danny and Azazel were walking down the hallway, the two secretly holding hands. The flight turned out to be better than they thought and agreed to start things off slowly. Suddenly, Danny's Ghost Sense appears, causing both of them to turn to the door they were at. After making sure no one was around, they both transform and Danny phases them through the door.

"About my brother Danny? He's been acting really strange lately. Like he's not himself anymore. Though he and Azazel have been getting closer." Jazz said, thinking.

"I'd talk to him, but I'm his older sister and he's just going to think I'm being bossy. And if he doesn't get some help, if he doesn't talk to somebody, all that frustration he's repressing could come out the wrong way." Jazz said.

Danny and Azazel tried to fight the ghost, but Danny was getting more and more frustrated as it dodge him. However, Azazel tried to calm him down before the ghost flew into the ceiling. Danny sighs as he and Azazel turn back to their human forms before they heard the door open.

"Um, this isn't what it looks like?" Azazel blushed, feeling that Danny was rubbing off her.

"Good one, Fenton. You let him get away, you idiot." Danny whispers to himself.

Mr. Lancer glares at the two as Jazz sighs.

Later,

"Is it always cold in here?" Jazz asked.

"Yeah. It's a little chilly in here." Azazel agreed.

"Of course! I find that cold temperature keeps the mind icy sharp!" Spectra said.

Azazel didn't understand why the school hire a new therapist. Plus, this cheerfulness is creeping her out.

"And don't you worry about this mess of an office, either. Stuff happens! No biggie. Right, Jasmine?" Spectra asked, smiling.

"It's Jazz. My friends call me Jazz." Jazz told her.

"I don't." Azazel brought up.

"Yeah, well, your brother calls you fink!" Danny said, crossing his arms.

"Danny, I'm just trying to help. Come on, we used to talk all the time." Jazz said, feeling a little sad.

"Yeah, when I was 8 and you weren't a fink," Danny told her.

Azazel sighs. She heard how close Danny and Jazz were when they were younger. Then one day, she decide to act like someone else. Someone that Danny didn't know.

"That's more than enough out of you, Fenton. Get to class while Ms. Spectra and I decide what your punishment is." Mr. Lancer said as Danny stomps away.

"Hold on, Ms. Angelic." He said, stopping her.

"Unlike her brother, Jazz is one of Casper's best and brightest. She'll be giving the keynote pep speech at our centennial Spirit-a-thon on Wednesday. Ms. Angelic has brought some new light to the school, but I'm starting to wonder if Mr. Fenton is the best person for her." Mr. Lancer said.

"Daniel is my friend. He just having a lousy day." Azazel said.

"Right on! That's why I'm here. To pump up the pep, one student at a time." Spectra said.

However, Azazel knew something was off about her. In the pictures, Spectra look happy while each kid looked depressed.

"Jazz, Dr. Spectra is a highly respected motivational speaker and teen therapist. She's agreed to help pump up the volume on that old Casper High spirit this week." Mr. Lancer said.

A short man walked in holding some papers.

"And this is my assistant, Bertrand," Spectra said.

Jazz tries to wave at him, but Bertrand didn't react. Azazel, on the other hand, thought there was something familiar about him.

"Jazz, we're gonna have a super week! Wait'll you see what we have planned for the Spirit-a-thon! Right after your speech, show her, Bertrand." Spectra said as a board was pulled up.

"We'll set off this domino chain that says "Casper Spirit". Dominoes represent how each person's spirit affects the next person they touch. Slammin', huh?" Spectra asked, smiling.

"If by slammin', you mean weird, then yes." Jazz said.

Azazel was confused. What were they talking about?

And the spirit sparklers go off afterward...right?" Mr. Lancer asked, hopefully.

"Oh, you bet they will," Spectra said, hopping on her desk with two sparkers in her hands.

"After all, what's spirit week without spirit sparklers?" She asked, waving them around.

"You know, you're a little over-peppy, but my brother might benefit from talking to you. But he's so mad right now, he'd never listen to me." Jazz said.

"Yes, well, he'll listen to me." Mr. Lancer said.

"Actually, I want to speak to Ms. Angelic first," Spectra said, surprising them.

"Very well." Mr. Lancer said, leading Jazz out of the office.

Once the door shut, Azazel turns to Spectra who was looking in a make-up mirror.

"So, Ms. Angelic, I heard that you're good friends with Mr. Fenton?" She asked.

"Daniel has been my friend for a few months. I know he didn't mean to trash the room, but like I said, he was having a lousy day." Azazel said.

"Sound like you have a lot of hope for him," Spectra said.

"I do." Azazel nodded.

"But does he want that hope?" Spectra asked.

"Excuse me?" Azazel asked.

"You said knew each for a few months. You seem to have high hopes for him, but not for yourself." Spectra walking around her.

"What are you getting at?" Azazel asked, confused.

"What I mean, is, that you giving him all the hope he needs, but, at the same time, giving yourself so little," Spectra said, making her think about it.

Azazel felt Spectra touch her, and joint away. The minute she felt her, she knew something was wrong.

"Oh, sorry about that. I was just trying to place a comforting hand on you." Spectra said, a little surprised.

"I'm sorry, but can you please not touch me without my permission? It kind of scared me." Azazel said.

'What was that?! The minute she touch me, I felt something trying to drain out of me!' She thought.

"Well, I do hope that you understand that giving hope to people does wonders to them," Spectra said.

"It helps me too," Azazel said, picking up herself.

"Pardon?" Spectra asked, confused.

"In case you haven't heard, I'm studying under God. He wants me to share the hope with everyone as he has hope for me as well." Azazel said, and left.

Spectra stood in shock. She studies under God?!

Later,

Danny sat in a chair next to Spectra's office. He groans as he couldn't believe he was forced into this. Azazel also warned him that Spectra was weird and he should be careful. The door opens and Spectra and Paulina walk out.

"So, you're saying my popularity is, like, completely dependent on my beauty?" Paulina asked.

"I'm not saying it's fair, sweetie. But if you feel like you need something, like, a lot of makeup, I say go for it! You're the only you you've got!" Spectra said before turning to Danny.

"Danny, come on in!" She said, leaving Paulina in the hallway.

Danny sat in a chair, shivering from how cold it was in the room.

"I can't believe my stupid sister convinced Lancer to make this my punishment. And can we please turn up the heat in here? I can see my own breath!" Danny asked, annoyed.

"Wow, you do complain a lot. Hm." Spectra said before shrugging.

"Well, your sister did say you could be a bit of a baby." She added,

"What?!" Danny asked, surprised.

"Sweetie, it's not your fault she thinks you're a loser," Spectra said, making Danny more upset.

"Wait, Jazz called me a loser too?" Danny asked.

"Hey, those are her issues. I'm not saying you're a loser, Danny. I think you're a great kid!" She told him, trying to cheer him up.

"Then why do I feel so miserable?" Danny asked, slumping.

"You know what I think? You might be a mess, but "mess" is just the beginning of "message"! Now go out there and be a better you." She said, letting Danny get up.

Danny sighs and started to leave the room, but end up hitting the wall. Danny shrugs it off and soon headed to class, Spectra's words clashing in his mind.

"Marvelous," Spectra said as her skin suddenly unwrinkled and look young.

The door shuts as Bertrand looked at her, crossing his arms.

"Why are you wasting your time on a messed up kid when we've got a big to-do planned for Wednesday?" He asked.

"Yeah, but Wednesday's still a couple of days away. Hmm. Teen misery is the nectar that keeps me looking fabulous. And that Fenton kid is like a walking spa treatment!" Spectra said.

"What about the girl?" Bertrand asked.

"She'll be a tough one to crack. I can't believe she studies under God! They are the hardest ones to break!" Spectra said, growling.

"Hmm, then maybe I should up the ante," Bertrand said, smirking.

He soon transforms into a giant green wasp and flew out of the building, hoping to drive a halfa more miserable.

Okay, going to end part one here. So, here's the rewrite of My Brother's Keeper. Spectra is here and she's working her magic like the show, but she's not able to get Azazel, who's a real angel. And Azazel already knows something is up with her. The idea for this rewrite is for Azazel to help Danny and Saint Micheal to help Jazz. Yes, Saint Micheal is going to play a part in this rewrite and I'm thinking on something I might use later. For now, I'm not going to tell you. I also have a reviewer asking me about what Danny's full name means something to Azazel. Sounds like he doesn't know about Daniel from the bible. Even if none of you read it, I'm sure you heard of the story of how a boy name Daniel warned a king about his kingdom's downfall.