2/15/25: The last chapter took a lot out of me to get done so quickly. I really hope you liked it! One censored word from Danny.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

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Chapter 61: The Tiniest Miracle

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Danny caused a slight panic in the emergency room when he suddenly appeared with Sam. That was expected, however, as it wasn't a hospital in Amity Park and they weren't used to ghosts.

"Help, please!" He shouted. "She's in labor."

A nurse had been rushing over but hesitated a little at Danny's slightly echo-y voice and glowing green eyes.

"He's not going to hurt you," Sam said, a little put out.

The nurse directed another to bring a gurney. "Has your water broken?" She asked.

Sam nodded. "It has, but I'm only thirty weeks pregnant."

There was alarm in the nurse's eyes then and she went over to the desk. "Call labor and delivery now."

She came over then as a male nurse brought over a gurney for Danny to place Sam. He went to head back with her but was briefly stopped by his name being called. The ghost turned around and spotted Skulker, the hunter garnering his own suspicious looks from those in the waiting room. "Skulker?"

"I brought your sister and Tucker here. She has gone into labor and Tucker was shot," the hunter explained.

"F* me," Danny said. "Thank you for getting them here and letting me know. Are they okay?"

Skulker nodded. "Tucker lost quite a bit of blood, but I do not believe his wound was life threatening. Other than labor, Jazz was unharmed. Dash is with the children, though I believe Bruce is still treating Jackson."

Danny nodded. "Good. And thank you, Skulker, for everything," he said as he reached out a hand.

The hunter shook his hand. "It was a pleasure fighting with you, Phantom."

"Why is Skulker here?" Sam asked when Danny returned to her side. They were rolled through the double doors to the back.

He relayed the hunter's words and her eyes widened. "We need to see them," she urged.

"You're in labor ten weeks early, Sam, I think you have your own thing to worry about," he said as they made it to a room. "I can check on them once you're settled, but it didn't seem like they were in immediate danger."

The nurse set the brakes on the gurney before beginning her initial checks on the goth, while the male nurse turned to Danny. "Sir, you appear to be hurt as well," he said, indicating the dagger wound on his shoulder.

Danny shrugged him off. "It'll heal on its own."

The man gave the ghost a look that said he was skeptical, but let it go. Then, "Forgive me, but you know the two who came in earlier?"

"They're my sister and brother-in-law," the ghost answered.

"Your sister is in room 18 down the hall on the right if you wish to see her while you're here. They're going to be moving her to labor and delivery soon, but we'll be moving you there shortly as well. Your brother-in-law is in surgery and it'll be a few hours."

"Thank you," Danny replied. He went over to Sam and grabbed her hand.

"You should check on Jazz," she insisted. "They need to take my vitals and ask questions anyway. I'm sure she's shaken up."

His brows furrowed. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, now go."

He kissed her, probably a little too long than was proper given their location, but part of him still couldn't believe she was alive and wanted to savor the moment.

Then he left and went down the hall. At room 18 he knocked and peeked in. His sister looked up and he felt sad as he noticed the tears in her eyes.

"Danny!" She cried, instantly reaching for him.

He flew to her and hugged her tightly. "I'm so glad you're alright," he said softly.

"I'm so sorry," she responded, pulling back and getting a good look at him. "I failed; they took Jackson, oh God, I hope he's alright."

"He's okay," her brother assured her. "He's with Bruce. How are you?"

"I'm fine," she responded, tears still trailing down her cheeks. "Tucker–he's…he's going to be okay but he was shot and they had to take him to surgery."

The ghost pulled up a chair and kept a hold of her hand, squeezing it gently. "Skulker let me know. Don't worry, I'm sure he's going to be fine."

"What about you–why are you here? Skulker didn't pull you away from battle, did he?" She asked, almost horrified at the prospect that Danny could've left the battle because she failed to protect his son.

He gave her a soft smile. "No, the battle is over."

Jazz gave him a tentative look. "Did you…did you win?" She asked, licking her lips.

His smile was bigger this time, helping her feel more at ease. "Yeah, we did. Mira is dead."

"I never thought I would feel so relieved to hear someone is dead," she remarked before giving him a guilty look. "Does that make me a bad person?"

"In this case, I don't think so," he answered before going back to her first question. "I'm here because Sam went into labor."

Her teal eyes widened. "It's too early."

"I know, but her water broke, so we don't have much of a choice."

Her brows furrowed. "What happened?"

She noted the stricken look on his face. "Mira used her shockwave power on Sam and shattered her core." He went on to explain how he'd tried to save her but wasn't strong enough; how he'd felt a presence and someone else's power put her core back together.

"Do you know who it was?" She asked.

Danny shook his head. "Nothing concrete, no."

"Well, whoever it was, I'm grateful," she said with a smile.

"You and me, both," he said seriously before giving her another smile. Her own smile disappeared as a contraction hit and she groaned.

"Are you okay?"

She took several deep breaths before the contraction faded and she nodded. "I hate that Tucker is going to miss the birth of his daughter."

Her brother winced. "I'm sorry; I should have left someone with you guys just in case."

She shook her head and squeezed his hand. "You didn't know they would get through the shield."

Suddenly, his eyes bore into hers. "Exactly. None of us thought they could get through it, so stop blaming yourself for Jackson."

Jazz stared at him wide-eyed for a moment, realizing he'd turned the tables on purpose to get her to see that blaming herself did no good. Finally, she smiled and rolled her eyes. "Since when did you become so good at psychology?"

He wasn't able to answer before they heard a shout down the hall–one they both recognized as Sam. When Danny's nervous green eyes met his sister's teal ones again she urged him, "Go."

He got up and kissed her head. "I'll call mom and see if she can be with you since Tucker is in surgery, okay?"

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you."

He left then, making a quick call to his mother, and rushed back down the hall to where Sam was. When he entered he found her doubled over in pain and several nurses running around the room as they seemed to be getting her ready for transport. "What happened?" he asked, the sudden change alarming.

Then he saw the blood on the sheets. "Somethings wrong," Sam panted through the pain.

An unfamiliar nurse stopped in front of Danny. "Are you the father?"

"I am," he answered, internally starting to panic.

"We're taking her for an emergency c-section. We believe she's had a placental abruption, which is where the placenta detaches from the uterine wall. It's causing heavy bleeding and cutting off oxygen to the baby. The child's heart rate is dropping and we need to get it out now," she explained quickly.

The ghost flew over to Sam and grabbed her hand. "It's okay, you got this," he said.

"I kind of think this is out of my hands, Danny," she said through gritted teeth. "God, if I had just been faster, this wouldn't be happening."

"And if I had kept her from getting that close it wouldn't be happening." He pulled her face until she was looking at him. "We can play the blame game all day but it won't change the outcome."

"We're ready," a nurse said. Danny nodded to her and held Sam's hand as she was wheeled out of the room and down the hall. They made several turns, even getting on an elevator, and went down a long hallway before they finally turned into a prepped OR.

There was an on-call OBGYN in the room who came over to them. "Alright, while we get mom ready for surgery, dad you can come with me to this room over here and we'll get you ready as well," she said, indicating with her arm towards a door.

The ghost followed her into the other room. "There's a gown in this cabinet here, as well as caps and gloves. Before you put them on, you'll need to wash up all the way to your elbows with this special soap on the counter. There's boot covers in this drawer here, you'll need them as well. Once you're ready, you're free to come back over, okay?"

He nodded, looking around. "Is this your first, Mr. Phantom?" she asked, noting his nervousness.

He chuckled, a little shaky. "No, we have a set of twins, but it was a normal birth." Then he gave her an odd look. "You know who I am?" He wasn't used to people outside of Amity Park having any clue who he was.

She gave him a small smile. "The war in Amity Park has been all over the news. You're pretty famous, as is Ms. Manson." She grinned this time as he blushed. "I'll let you get ready."

The ghost started washing his hands with a sigh. Being famous was an introvert's nightmare.

Once he was ready he headed back in the OR to find Sam already prepped and on the table with the sheet up. Danny went over to the stool next to her and took a seat before taking her hand with a smile. "You ready, mama?"

"Not really," she answered honestly. "This is happening so fast and I'm worried."

"I'm right here with you and I'm not going anywhere," he assured her, free hand brushing through her hair.

The doctor then pulled the blanket from Sam to clean the incision sight and frown, noting the amount of blood. "Ms. Manson, what is your blood type? I think we're going to need a transfusion."

"A positive," Sam replied. "But it won't work without ecto-plasm."

"You can take mine," Danny said, making Sam look at him sharply.

"Danny, you don't do so well with needles…" she said softly. Ever since his second abduction and torture with hallucinogens he was terrified of needles.

"My fear isn't as important as making sure you and Wiley are okay," he countered before looking back at the nurses. "Do it."

One of the nurses came over and began prepping him to take blood. When it was time for the needle to go in, he turned his head away and took a subtle breath of anxiousness. Sam squeezed his hand and he chuckled at his weakness. He felt stupid being nervous over a needle when she was about to be cut open.

Once done, Danny nodded to the nurse. "You'll need a 50/50 mix of that and blood."

Several minutes later, everything was ready and the ghost kissed Sam on the forehead as they made the incision. He whispered assurances in her ear, eyes never leaving hers.

"Start the transfusion," they heard the doctor say.

The goth could feel them pulling and pushing around her stomach, a feeling that was extremely weird to her.

"Cutting into the uterus now."

Sam squeezed her eyes shut as nerves took over and Danny settled his forehead on hers as they waited.

There was a gasp, which was expected, though Sam had already told them this baby would be a little different while Danny had been in the other room. Even so, it was hard for them to process the reality once they could see it.

As time passed and there was no cry, Sam started to panic. "Is she okay?" she asked, finally unable to stand it any longer.

The doctor didn't respond immediately as they cleared the airway and roughly cleaned the baby up. She was surprised as the tiny infant seemed to be breathing just fine on its own, without even the need for oxygen. "She's awake and aware," she answered. "But she doesn't seem that interested in crying."

A nurse scooped Wiley up and brought her over to the parents, setting her on Sam's chest as the doctor stitched her up.

The eager parents looked down at their newborn daughter, absolutely amazed at how tiny she was: barely ten inches long from head to toe and two pounds, one ounce. She had alabaster skin as well as small, snow-white dragon wings complete with a little tail. Thick, pure white hair was sprouting from her head and she even had little pointed ears almost like an elf. But her eyes…her left eye was amethyst while her right eye was sapphire blue. She indeed wasn't crying, but was instead looking between her parents as if there was a hidden intelligence within. It was a bit unnerving, but they loved her anyway.

"Does she need an incubator?" Danny asked as he smiled at his tiny daughter.

"We can try it, but her oxygen levels are stable. With her being part ghost, that's likely an advantage," the doctor answered as she finished up with Sam. "Honestly, other than her size, she looks like a fully developed newborn. She doesn't have any of the features of a premie."

"Maybe she's not a premie," Sam commented.

"What do you mean?" Danny asked, glancing at her.

Sam shrugged. "Well, she's mostly a ghost right? 75%? What do we really know about ghost gestation? Maybe 30 weeks is normal."

Danny looked thoughtful. "I hadn't thought of that."

One the nurses came over and smiled down at the little infant. "She's certainly the smallest I've ever seen. Have you picked a name for her?" she asked as she checked on the transfusion.

"Wiley, though we haven't picked a middle name yet," Danny answered.

"I've been toying with one in my head for a bit. It's different, but I think it flows well: Calypso," she suggested with a blush.

The ghost looked down at his daughter, her large and seemingly intelligent eyes meeting his calmly. He pulled one side of his mouth in a lopsided grin. "Wiley Calypso Fenton. Welcome to the world."

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An hour later they were settled into a room. Danny had gone to check on his sister as they brought her up, happy to see his mom had made it. The women had been shocked to hear Wiley was already born and the ghost promised he'd bring her to see them after Jazz delivered Jeannie and Tucker was out of surgery.

Many nurses had come by to see the itty bitty newborn. She was like a novelty: small, quiet, and other.

The other part was only solidified when, while Sam was sleeping, Danny went over to the little bassinet so he could hold his daughter, only to find…well, not a newborn infant, but something else.

He stared down in mute shock at the little, snow-white sleeping dragon. It was just bigger than a newborn puppy–about the length of Danny's forearm–long, with short legs, and tiny tufts of hair on its head and all the way down its spine and tail, ending in a little white puff. Its nose was less dragon-like (as Sam's was) and more cat-like. Also unlike Sam, it had little ears and tendril-like whiskers. Its small wings were large for its size and the membranes were split at the ends, almost resembling feathers.

Danny watched her for a time, noting the quick breaths and occasional twitching of her tail. It was just…so odd. It definitely wasn't what he imagined when he thought of having kids, but as her tiny mouth opened in a yawn and she squeaked, his heart melted. She was his, no matter what she was.

One eye opened then and when she spotted him, her head lifted and she squeaked. She got up on tiny, wobbly legs, her body almost comically long for how short they were, and made her way to the edge of the bassinet towards him. She attempted to jump on the edge, but wasn't quite coordinated enough to get up that high.

Danny chuckled and reached his hand in. Wiley sniffed around his hand and fingers before rubbing her jaw against him and then climbing into his palm, her back legs struggling a bit to find purchase. Despite their tiny size, her claws were needle-like and left small scratches in his skin.

He pulled her in close and she happily–if clumsily–climbed up his chest, onto his shoulder and then up onto his head.

"Uh, where ya going?" He asked, eyes looking up even though he couldn't see her.

She squeaked once before circling in his hair and then settling down, curling up and purring. Her little tail fell over the side and Danny's eyes tried to focus on the tuft of hair on the end of her tail as it dangled in his face.

He blew on it, watching the hairs wave around and then chuckled as she squeaked in a way he swore sounded indignant and pulled her tail back up.

"What are you laughing at?" Sam asked groggily, rubbing her eyes as she tried to sit up. She winced and thought better of it when it pulled her stitches.

"Your daughter," he answered with a grin.

"Can I see her?" She asked.

"Uhh, sure," he answered, going over and sitting in a chair next to his fiance.

Sam raised a brow, glancing between the bassinet and Danny. "Are you going to get her?"

He grinned again and tilted his head forward. Wiley squeaked, annoyed at the sudden change, and dug her claws into his scalp to remain where she was. As he pulled his head back up, she chittered at him, telling him off.

Sam stared, wide-eyed and confused. "That's a dragon," she stated plainly.

"Why yes, yes it is. Good observation," he countered sarcastically and with mirth. "I went to hold her and there was a tiny white dragon in the bassinet."

He reached up and attempted to get her out of his hair. "Come on, say hi to your mother." Wiley squawked and held on tighter before letting her father know exactly how she felt.

"Ow!" he said suddenly, pulling his hands away. "No biting!"

Sam couldn't help it and burst out laughing, though it didn't last long as she held her stomach in pain. Laughing wasn't the best idea right after a c-section.

"Uh huh, you won't laugh at me again, will you?" Danny chided before glaring at the ceiling–the closest thing he could glare at considering he couldn't see Wiley.

"Oh, God, our lives are so weird," Sam said once she calmed down.

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Hours later they got the news that not only was Tucker out of surgery and awake, but his daughter had been born. Sam, not quite up for the trip so soon after her own surgery, encouraged Danny to go introduce their daughter and see his niece.

The ghost walked down the hall and knocked on the door the nurse had told him was Jazz's room.

He entered when he heard his sister invite him in and smiled when she saw him and got excited. "Danny!"

Danny nodded to his mom and was surprised to see Tucker there in a wheelchair. "You literally just woke up and they let you up here?"

"I convinced the nurse to let me up here," the dark-skinned man said. "I made them feel guilty about missing my daughter's birth."

Danny shook his head and gently patted him on the shoulder. "I'm glad you're okay, dude."

"Me, too. I'm just sorry I couldn't stop them," Tucker said softly.

"You took a bullet for my son, I think we're even. And he's okay," the ghost said before turning to his sister. "Now, where's my niece?"

Jazz motioned towards the bassinet next to her with a smile. "She's bigger than Chase was," she commented.

Danny went over and peered into the bassinet. "Dang. Wiley is so small I forgot what a normal newborn looks like," he said. "That's some red hair!" he added. The bundled newborn had peach fuzz, but it was clear it was going to be stark red.

"She has Tucker's eyes, too," Jazz commented with a smile.

Danny leaned over as his niece squirmed around a bit. "Hey there, Jeannie."

"Where's my other new granddaughter?" Maddie asked, noticing Wiley looked conspicuously absent.

"I brought her," her son said cryptically, giving her a wink.

"Dude, unless she's invisible, I don't see a baby," Tucker said, eyes wandering over his best friend.

"Invisible?" Danny replied thoughtfully. "Not quite, but camouflaged, yes." He reached up and attempted to grab the tiny dragon, eliciting a squawk that startled the others in the room. He then pulled his hand away like he'd been burned. "Ow! Damnit, would you stop biting me?" he chided sharply.

Jazz and Maddie exchanged looks while Tucker looked at the ghost like he'd grown a second head.

Danny tried again but he could feel her paws gripping his hair tightly and refused to let go. He gave up and dropped his arms. "Alright, fine, but don't complain when I have to lean over for them to see you."

He bent down in front of Jazz and Maddie, feeling his daughter's claws dig in, and waited.

Jazz was confused. "I don't see–" and then she did. Wiley moved, uncurling from her spot on her father's head and looking at her aunt. The tiny dragon tilted her head to the side and blinked her multicolored eyes before letting out a squeak.

"Oh, my," Maddie said, eyes wide.

"It's a dragon," Jazz stated the obvious.

"Sam gave birth to a dragon?" Tucker blurted.

The ghost chuckled. "Not quite. She does have a humanoid form, but she shifted a little while ago and has been this way since. I can't get her out of my hair, either."

Jazz reached an arm out and let her niece sniff her hand. The white dragon sniffed tentatively at first before she squeaked again and decided she wanted to go to this new person. She reached out, her tiny little legs not quite reaching Jazz's hand until Jazz moved it closer, and then crawled carefully down her arm and to her lap. Wiley curled up there before her form lit up with bright white light. Once it faded, the smallest little newborn lay there, her ever curious eyes on her aunt.

"Oh, wow," Jazz said. "You weren't kidding–she's so small."

Tucker gazed over the bed and shook his head. "I didn't know a baby could be that small and survive. Are they sure she doesn't need to be in the NICU?"

Danny nodded. "Aside from her size, she's like a fully developed newborn."

"She's beautiful," Maddie commented.

The ghost grinned. "They both are," he replied, looking in at Jeannie.

Jazz smiled down at Wiley. "We have quite an interesting family, huh?"

"Quite interesting, indeed."

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2/17/25: Okay! Jeannie and Wiley are in the house! The next chapter is going to tie up some loose ends and deal a little bit with the aftermath of the battle and Mira's chokehold on the city.

If you want to see what Wiley's dragon form looks like, do a google search for "Flight rising white imperial dragon" and click on images. It's the one with the stag horns, long body, large wings, fur down its back and the long whiskers. That's what she should look like as an adult.

I believe the next one is going to be the final chapter in this story. Then I will begin posting for Siren, so keep an eye out for it!