|All That Jazz
Author: Devianta PM
Sam and Tucker go away on vacation leaving Danny to carry the weight of his ghost fighting job. Feeling sorry for him, Jazz decides to try to help. On hiatusRated: Fiction K+ - English - Humor - Danny F. & Jazz F. - Chapters: 3 - Words: 2,521 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 05-02-07 - Published: 04-29-07 - id: 3513792
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All That Jazz
I admit, sometimes a big sister should just keep her nose out of her brother's business. However, there are times when it's okay to be nosy. For example, my little brother, Danny, has a bit of a weight on his shoulders.
"Ahhhh!!!!!" Danny fell out of the sky and landed on his back. An old man in overalls who was balding hovered in midair above him. He held a pitchfork in his right hand. He looked down at his fallen foe with an air of condescension. The boy on the ground looked up at the evil ghost. His lip curled into a sneer. He was getting sick of Farmer Joe coming here and wreaking havoc with the plant and animal life. This was the second time this week!
"Well, it looks youngster like you just ain't up to snuff, huh?" The ghost cackled.
"Well, it looks old man like you just forgot about my friends!"
Sam and Tucker, Danny's two best friends, jumped out from behind a building and quickly sucked up the pitchfork-loving ghost into the thermos. Danny stood up and walked over to his friends.
A ring of light appeared around Danny's waist, split into two, and returned him to his human form.
Yeah, my brother is a ghost. Well, actually he's half ghost, half human. There was an accident about a year ago that transformed him into a ghost- fighting, town- saving, stressed out teen hero known to the public as Danny Phantom. Ever since then he has been protecting the town from rogue ghosts, some of whom want to take over the world. That's a lot of stress on the shoulders of a fourteen year old. Which brings us to today's problem.
Lately, Danny has found his double life to be more of a weight than usual. It's summer. You would think this would make things better for him but it hasn't. Sam and Tucker are away on vacation. That leaves Danny here almost completely alone to fight the ghosts that plague our town. Like I said, almost alone. There's still me, his sister, but I'm a reserved member of the team. There is a reason for that.
I stood on a box in a warehouse and aimed at the thermos at the "Crate Creep". Danny floated about a foot away from my target. He was about to toss the ghost into my line of fire however, I lost my balance. My finger grazed the capture button on the thermos. Danny sighed, looking extremely annoyed, as the light of the thermos pulled him in.
Ever since then I have covered for him so that mom and dad, both ghost hunters, would never discover his secret. I have provided support for him when he is down. I have helped him when he is hurt and I make sure he gets his homework done on time during the school year. Other than that I have remained out his ghost hunting life. Fighting the ghosts wasn't entirely my place. I did it when I had to, but I tried to just let Danny handle it.
This was one of those times when I would have to get involved. Without Sam and Tucker there to back him up things could get messy, too messy.