Damn, eight chapters, so much pain and it's not even been two days hahaha! I feel like I'm being so mean to Danny but I have to get through the chapters. Anyway, the next chapter.

(Jazz's POV) Thirty-six hours ago.

I sat in the school library, watching a few people pull down books, others browse through the isles, going around a few others that were doing everything but looking for books. I grimace, turning back to my book. I wanted to get a head start on my AP English.

I had flipped open the book, finding my page when my phone rings. I blink, looking at the small device. I had set it on sleep, meaning the only calls coming through were emergency contacts. I scramble for the phone, ignoring the looks of annoyance and slide the bar.

"Hello?"

"JAZZY!" Dad shouts, causing me to pull the phone away from my ear in pain

"Dad, please, I'm in the library." I chide back, hearing him chuckle.

"Well, that's not surprising. You're always in the library."

"Just don't spend to much time in there, I don't like Danny being alone in that large school." Mom shouts in the background.

I pause "What?" Cringing at my tone of voice.

"Danny, Tucker and Sam said he went up to visit you in school this weekend... Has he not arrived yet?" Dad's voice grows more concerned.

I blink, finding my bearings "Oh! Danny! Right!" I chuckle awkwardly, receiving more looks "I thought you guys didn't know. It was supposed to be a secret after all."

Dad chuckles "Well you can't pull anything over on Jack Fenton Jazzy, my minds sharp as a knife." I had no doubt he moves his hands, slicing through the air as my mother rolls her eyes.

"Were glad he came to visit you, dear, Danny's been so stressed lately. Just make sure he gets home in time for school on Monday," Mom says, swiping the phone from dad.

I chuckle, sliding my book shut "Yep. will do."

"I love you, dear," she whispers tenderly

"Love you both, so much..."

I end the call, blinking slowly for three seconds and bolt from my chair, barely grabbing my books and charge down the hall. Tucker and Sam said Danny was with me?! I had known Danny was half ghost for a while, making a plan with my brothers other 2/3rds should anything go wrong. Saying Danny was with me meant something had happened to my brother. I place my phone to my ear, dialling my brother's phone, praying he answered.

Why hadn't they called me? What happened to Danny? How long had he been gone?

My mind raced with thousands of thoughts when I get his voicemail, causing me to run into a few more students then I wanted to admit before I made it to my room. I toss my books on the floor, the papers flying everywhere and took only a moment to check my roommate wasn't here. Not surprising, she was president of three different clubs and hardly spent any time in the room. I lock the door, dropping to the floor and reach under my bed.

My fingers grasp the heavy metal box and pull it out, dropping the high tech military case onto the bed. The black reinforced carbon fibre shone in the light. The case was the size of a large suitcase, often mistaken for one by many students. I slide my hand down the middle of the case, puling open the plastic cover to the keypad. I type in my code 03142002. March 14th, 2002. The day Danny became phantom and place my thumb on the black square. I hiss lightly as a small needle comes up, stabbing my thumb.

I suck off the droplets of blood as the screen thinks, spinning a few circles before it hisses open, the side of the case pushing outwards before turning and going back in. The case hisses open, the hard lock in the middle springs open along with the case. I take in my black gloves and my glasses protected by thick black padding, placing both on with record time and push the small button on the thumb of my right glove. The glasses blink to life, the 3D scan of the room comes up as the suit verifies I'm alone. I feel the cold jell travel down my body, over my limbs and up to my head pulling my red hair in a tight ponytail above my head.

I pull back the curtains, opening the window and for the first time in two years am thankful the school has so many activities. Very few people were in the quad, the ones that were were too lost in books or each other's mouths. I step out of the window, falling only an inch before the high tech board unfolds under my feet. I push my heel back, igniting the engine and blast off into the sky, making sure no one saw my movements.

I stop in the clouds, tapping the small keyboard on my wrist and try to locate my brother's ecto-signature. A small square appears in the left corner of my mask.

"Jasmine, what's wrong?" Vlad states, his fingers typing on the large computer before him "you should be in class right now."

Vlad had given Valerie and I suits to help Danny after the two of them had worked things out. I'm not sure what happened between them. Neither Danny, Danielle or Vlad will say. All I know is Danny disappeared one day two years ago, not returning for days and only after my parents had exhausted all other means did I go to the older ghost. Vlad found him in the ghost zone, returning three days later with my brother in tow.

After that Danny started Visiting the older man every chance he got. Having the ability to fly made travelling easy. Danielle got closer to Vlad as well, calling him father once again. It was so strange. I blinked and they'd become a little family, the three of them old enemies, now... now I was the one to feel left out. My brother pulling himself away from our family the more months seemed to pass. I felt the pain in my chest, remembering the version of my brother that once tried to kill us. So lost, so broken. Yet, despite my fear, watching them together I had a feeling that no matter what happened my brother would be loved.

A second picture pops up, the screen black with green lines jumping up and down "Jazz, what's wrong? Is it a ghost?" Valerie's voice. "I'm close, I can help."

"It's Danny," I state, watching in fear as the scan looking for my brother can back negative "Damn it!"

"Daniel? What's wrong with Daniel?" Vlad snaps, typing on his computer as well. Trying to find my brother on one of the multiple cameras he'd illegally placed around the city. Restaurants, friends' houses, the school, anywhere my brother might be.

"I don't know. My parents just called me saying Danny was with me but Tucker and Sam never called me and Danny's not answering his phone."

I hear the tell-tale signs of metal hitting the air and soon Valerie's face appears in her picture, most likely hovering in the air like I was "Where was his last signature? Have you tried calling Tucker and Sam? When was the last ghost fight?! Do we know who they were fighting?!" I watched her smack the high-tech computer attached to her wrist, the machine had been glitching since her last fight, Vlad couldn't get it fixed until the weekend "Damn it! I'm supposed to be alerted of these things!"

"Valerie breathe," Vlad states, typing more things on his computer, the high tech machine now piggy-backing off of all the satellites in space, giving Vlad a clear view of the world and any possible place my brother could be in "Tucker and Sam wouldn't leave Danny alone, there probably together."

Despite his efforts, Vlad's words did nothing but worry us more. If this thing went sour, we'll either find three people... or three bodies. I knew Valerie was thinking the same thing, her eyes narrowing darkly.

"I can go," she states, already planning out the next thirty steps.

"No," I state "I will. Sam's mother can't lie to me."

For a floral loving woman obsessed with tea-parties and long walks through the park, she could be surprisingly stubborn, proving just how much Sam and she were related.

Vlad's typing stops, his fingers slamming on the counter "Fudge cakes!"

Despite the tension, I couldn't help but smile at Vlad's choice of words. The man was pure evil for years, stealing things, possessing people, yet this 'villain' can't swear for his life.

'A gentleman never swears Jasmine.' Yeah yeah

"What?!" we both snap, causing Vlad to jump

"I can't find his ecto-signature anywhere in this world. He must be in the ghost-zone..."

"Of course..." I sigh, wanting to smack myself in the face

"I'll go," we say in unison.

Valerie and I look at each other, both wanting to find Danny. We watch Vlad float into the air, only his feet visible as the white rings follow down his body until the camera rises, taking in the red-eyed ghost "I will take Valerie, she's closest to my home -and I think one hunter in the ghost zone will be pushing it as it is."

I glare at him lightly, hearing Valerie's board startup "Jasmine, you need to get all the information you can about Tucker and Sam. If they're not together we need a place to start our search."

"Fine..." I growl darkly.

(Danny's POV) Present-day.

After the fight with Kwan both him and Dash hadn't given me a moment to myself. Each one floating through the room like a cold draft, trying to be warm and comforting but doing nothing more than reminding me of the pain. I think it was my look, that face that had both of them, standing by the door, whispering like I would break if I heard a word.

I don't, my superhearing had stopped working, different parts of my ghost powers were shutting down and rebooting like a broken computer. So that's how I found myself sitting alone in Dash's large bed while he and Kwan sat at the downstairs eating a large dinner fit for a king.

Dash's mother had come home once yesterday, grabbing a change of clothes for her and her husband before disappearing out the door.
Dash never knew she came home.
I touch the blanket gently, taking in the grand room that felt more like a prison the longer I stayed and suddenly I started to understand Dash's anger.

What was the point of having everything you wanted if there was no one to share it with?

I sigh, leaning my head in my hands, the tears flowing down my face. I just wanted this all to go away. I just wanted to leave this house.

I just wanted to leave this room! Was that too much to ask?!

For the fourth time this weekend, I felt the sick tug of gravity as my body phases through the bed. "No! Damnit!" I hiss trying to grab something and find my hands sliding down the silky sheets "Fuck!"

I go through the bed.
Through the floor and into the kitchen, my legs hitting the floor painfully as the rest of my body follows.
I see the floor approaching quickly and everything goes black.

I gasp, my eyes snapping open.

The first thing I hear is high pitched ringing, like all those explosion scenes in movies and the blurry image of a wooden cabinet comes into view. The next thing that comes in is the pain, flooding my system. I rolling over to clutch my broken hand. Tears of pain roll down my cheeks. A silent scream ripping from my mouth.

I clutch my shaking hand to my chest, wanting nothing more than to grab the aching flesh but that only brings more pain. I clench my teeth, bringing more tears down my face and blink trying to remember what happened. I turn my head, looking around and find I'm lying on the floor of the kitchen, the cold white linoleum shining brightly. I look down, seeing Dash's large blanket tangled in my legs.

"Dash..." I whisper, my abused vocal cords barely making a noise. I had no idea where either of them was, let alone how long I had been out.

Casting aside any chance of help I roll onto my chest, ignoring the throbbing pains and move. My shaking hand grabbing onto the top of the table. Only, my hand slips, hitting the glass bowl and I gasp as I watch it fall slow motion...

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Shattering on the ground like a ball of snow. It was one of those patterned glasses, the little squares busting apart on contact and slide into every corner of the room. I groan, slamming my head on my broken hand and instantly regret it as I cry out in pain, alerting the person who opens the kitchen doors.

I pause, waiting for Dash or Kwan to grab me when soft hands touch my back and neck "Shh child, its alright. I'm here now." It was a woman. Her voice was familiar. Dashs housekeeper... She pauses, taking in the scene and moves, grabbing something in the corner of the room "Alright, hold on."

I feel hands slide under my body and I'm turned, taking in the face of an older woman in her late sixties, early seventies. Despite never seeing her face to face she looked exactly like I'd imagined. Her tanned skin and wrinkles told me of many years of fun. Her grey hair was wrapped in a tight bun, thicker frame in a black and grey dress with an apron. Mischievous eyes now holding concern check me quickly -worn hands holding a surprising amount of softness. Her aura was gentle, warm, soft and loving like my mother. Her lips curling into a tender smile and I felt myself relaxing in her embrace.

She lifts my arm, looping it over her shoulder and helps me stand "Easy now, lean on my body child." Quickly placing my body in a chair.

I blink, noticing its actually a wheelchair and silently wonder when they had used this. She smiles, touching my cheek "You shouldn't have gotten up by yourself." Placing the blanket over my body once more. I saw the way her eyes slide over my bandages but the older woman simply smiles, tucking the blanket into my body.

She looks me up and down, grabbing the broom from the closet. Her eyes ghosting over my frame once more before shes down, gently sweeping up the broken glass. "The green button turns on the chair."

I sit there blinking like a fish out of water. Not that I wanted her to scream or get angry but I had been expecting at least some reaction from the woman. When she places the glass in the trash, calmly heading back to work I start to squirm "Um, I'll just go..."

"You don't have to leave. I know who you are." I pause, the chair jolting painfully.

Oh god, she knew I was phantom?! I feel the two sides of my brain fighting. Am I going to have to kill her? What? Well, she knows. Since when do we kill people?! It's an option... No! It's not! We are NOT killing ANYONE! Well, we have to do something, she's staring at us again... I glance over at the woman, shutting down my inner thoughts and clear my throat.

"You do...?" I squeak

"Of course. I'm old, not stupid." She sends me a small look and I blush, rubbing my head slightly "Your the young man Master Dash keeps locked away in his bedroom."

I go to deny it but her pointed look has me looking at the ground "...You're not mad?"

"Of course not. Now, come. Master Dash's lovers are always welcome here."

I stop, a heated blush running over my face "His w-w-what?!" My stupid sputtering didn't help my situation.

"Oh come now, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." she smiles, sliding down some toast with practiced ease "Kids nowadays are free to love whoever they want. Back in my day, we weren't so lucky. If you loved the same sex you had to hide it like it was something shameful." she slides the jar of jam across the table and grabs some peanut butter, her small smile back once more "Though I haven't seen your face before, are you a future partner? That might explain why Dash is trying so hard to hide you. His mother can be a bit overbearing."

I chuckle softly, rubbing my neck once more "Yeah, I got that. But she does seem to care about Dash."

She hums in agreement, placing the now toasted toast in front of me "Yes. When they're home they try to spend time with dash but now it seems the young master is the one pulling away. -Jam? Peanut butter? Butter?"

"Well, sometimes people hurt others when they're hurting themselves. -And butter please." The thought of anything sweet made my stomach turn painfully.

She hums once more, sliding the condiments back into the fridge "He's different with you... Master Dash seems gentle, unsure of himself even. I haven't seen this version of him in a long time."

I chuckle, sliding my finger across my lap "I know what you mean." I look up at her "I'm Danny."

"Margret, Dash's Nanny/ housekeeper."

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