Lounging across a soft blue chair, Jasmine was reading a psychology book. She had a final in her psych class in a week and wanted to reread the chapters in her book. It was late, late enough that the other girls Jazz shared a campus house with had all gone to bed and she was the only one on the downstairs floor. Jazz sighed and closed her book, before standing. She reached over and turned the lamp off, leaving her book on the table before heading towards the stairs. As she put her hand on the banister, lightning flashed outside, and she jumped back.
As the light faded, she heard a small knock on the back door she wasn't sure she would have heard if the lightning hadn't made her stop and pause. Jazz walked toward the back door, turning the light on as she passed through the kitchen. She looked out the window, but didn't see anyone at the door. Frowning, she was about to turn the light off and leave, when she heard another soft knock. She turned on the outside light and opened the door enough to stick her head out. She didn't see anything at first, but she stared as someone appeared out of nowhere in front of her.
"Jeez, Jazz. You know better than to answer a random knock in the middle of the night." Jazz put a hand to her mouth and threw the door open.
"Danny!" Standing in front of her was her brother, a bit taller than he was the last time she saw him, and threw her arms around his shoulders. "It's starting to pour out, get in here and we can catch up." As he moved into the light she saw he had grown his hair out a bit, and looked like he hadn't had a good shower in about a month. "You look awful, where have you been?"
"Um, around, here and there, excuses, valid excuses." He scratched the back of his head in the way he always did in high school, and looked away, avoiding eye contact.
"Daniel Fenton, you've been gone for a year. If you won't tell me where you were, at least tell me what you were doing." Jazz put her hands on her hips, and gave him her patented Jasmine parent face. Danny looks down with a sad smile on his face and breathes in, before slowly breathing out.
"Honestly Jazz, I was trying to forget." Danny rubbed the back of his head as he avoided looking at his sister. "I tried to end everything. My problems, my memories, and my feelings. I almost went through with it except, I remembered Sam." His breath hitched and he tried to regain his composure. When he felt he had a handle on his emotions, he continued.
"I remembered that she wouldn't have wanted me to continue, even if I didn't ghost hunt anymore. Plus, I remembered that I would most likely have come back as a full ghost anyway, then I would be stuck for all eternity with that hanging over my head." Danny looked out the window at the storm, and sat in silent thought as he waited for Jazz's response.
Jazz studied her brother while he talked, and she was reminded of the many times in high school when she would try to understand his emotions. She sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She kept it shorter now a days, almost as a reminder of their mother, but that worry on her mind tonight. "I'm glad you came back little brother," she said, suppressing a yawn, "And I am very happy that you didn't, you know, leave for the ghost zone." Danny put a hand on her shoulder and after a moment, pulled her into a hug. "Just promise me, you'll be here in the morning."
Danny nodded and motioned for the stairs. "You get to bed, I'll make myself comfortable on the couch." Jazz sleepily nodded and started heading up the stairs.
She was almost at the top when she turned and pointed at him. "Promise me that you will be, I need to hear it."
"I promise." Danny said as he turned toward the living room.
Jazz watched him get settled on the couch before she was satisfied. As she turned to head up the stairs, she smiled and said to herself. "I'm glad you're back little brother. I missed you."