After a great amount of soul searching and so on and so forth, I've decided to rework this story a little bit and resubmit it. I am actually going to have some help on this one, I'll let you know when my "Ghostwriter" of sorts makes an appearance, until then, if you liked this story at all, you can send thanks for it's salvation the way of Mo care of Me.

Summary: Twenty year old Jazz Fenton wakes up one morning to find she's the wife of none other than Vlad Masters. How did she get into this situation? How was she going to get out of it? Or is it all just a bad nightmare?

Disclaimer One: It's not weird, I know someone who is very sane, very normal and very happy whose husband is twenty five years older than she is. It's just weird cause it's Jazz and Vlad.

Disclaimer Two: Rated for occasional mention of adult themes – No lemons here…eww…just…eww!

Disclaimer Three: I do not own Danny Phantom or any of the related characters. You know who does. It's not me, I own nothing, not even my sanity, which may be considered completely lost at the advent of this tale.

The Master's Way

"My darling Jasmine," Vlad said as he touched her hand and smiled softly at her from across the breakfast table. "You look upset. Is something wrong?"

Jazz Fenton blinked her eyes and looked at the man sitting across the table from her. He was old enough to be her father. He was Danny's arch-enemy. He was also, she discovered only a matter few minutes ago, her husband of six months. No she wasn't Jasmine Fenton, she was Jasmine Masters. A horrible chill ran up her spine and she looked at Vlad with glazed eyes.

"I'm not feeling very well," she finally said as she put her hand to her aching head. Vlad narrowed his eyes as he watched her.

"I'll ring for a servant," he started to say.

"No!" Jazz said in alarm. "I'm fine I just need to lie down."

Vlad stood and offered her his hand. "Come then my darling. I'll escort you to our room."

"To our room?" Jazz almost shrieked. She began to feel dizzy with shock. She tentatively took Vlad's hand and let him lead her through the mansion, and up a flight of stairs where he stopped at a door.

"Do you want me to come lie down with you my love?" he asked gently. Jazz's eyes widened and she shook her head, but being as dizzy as she was she lost her balance. Vlad shot out his hand to balance her and she pulled away.

"I'm fine," she insisted as she put her hand on the door to steady herself. "Just go about your day. I'm just going to lie down for awhile." And figure out exactly how she came to be in this terrifying situation.

Vlad shook his head as he opened the door. He watched suspiciously as Jazz walk past him into the room. She attempted to close the door on him, but he pushed past her and into the room.

"Lie down my dear," he said soothingly. "I'll sit with you for a few moments."

"No!" Jazz said forcefully, afraid to move from the spot she was now standing in. Vlad walked up behind her and put his hands on her shoulder. He smoothed his hands down her arms and kissed the side of her neck. The way he touched her bespoke of a familiarity with her person which Jazz wasn't sure her psyche was capable of dealing with.

"Tell me Jasmine," he whispered in her ear. She shivered in revulsion as the hair on the back of her neck began to stand and a chill ran across her skin. "Is your memory returning again?"

Jazz blinked and took a deep breath. Had she lost her memory? How? "My memory?" she asked.

Vlad sighed deeply. "Yes," he said in annoyance. He walked to a large bureau and dug a key from his pocket. He opened the drawer to reveal dozens of vials filled with a pink glowing liquid.

"The drug should not have begun to wear off so quickly," he told her. "But we'll remedy that soon enough." He took out one of the vials and locked the drawer.

Jazz watched in fuzzy but dawning understanding what was going on. Vlad had been drugging her. Her mouth went dry as he uncapped the vial and told her to drink. She had to think fast. She didn't want to plunge back into the strange fuzzy reality she'd been living in for the past few months.

"Darling," She finally said. "My head is aching terribly." She had to convince him that she was fine. That she didn't need to drink the horrible liquid in the vial he was handing her.

"Drink this," He said firmly. "You will feel much better."

"I'd really rather that you lay down with me," She said as she took the vial and placed it on the nightstand. "I'm just feeling a little under the weather." Vlad put his hand on her forehead as he met her gaze. She did her best to hold his eyes unwaveringly.

"You do feel a little warm," He remarked as he reached down and untied the robe she was wearing. Jazz's breath caught in her throat, luckily she was wearing what seemed to be cotton pajamas. She almost laughed, but her laughter was choked off as Vlad's lips brushed against her own. Jazz did her best to hide the shock. If she let on for one moment that she was no longer under the effects of the drug, well then there would be no chance for escape.

"Vlad," She whispered breathlessly against his lips as she put her hands on his chest. She had to find a way to get him away from her without raising suspicions. An idea finally struck her and she did her best not to smile as she closed her eyes and went limp in his arms.

"Jasmine!" Vlad said in alarm as he cradled her seemingly unconscious body in his arms. He carefully laid her on the bed then called one of his servants to bring a doctor. He continued to sit beside her, holding her hand as she remained silent and still.

Jasmine relaxed as best she could as she lay in her bed and waited for Vlad to leave. Finally a group of people entered the room and he stood, letting someone she assumed was a doctor take his place by her side. She decided that now was a perfect time to regain consciousness. She fluttered her eyes open then moaned slightly as she looked at the doctor.

"Ahh there she is," The man said soothingly, Jazz noted he had dark blue skin. He was a ghost. "How are you feeling my dear?"

"Tired," Jazz said. "Dizzy. Weak." The ghost nodded his head as he went through a quick examination. He smiled sweetly at her then patted her arm as he stood and went over to Vlad.

Jazz strained to hear what the doctor was saying in a hushed tone. She smiled as she watched Vlad's face grow very serious when the doctor said. They talked about potions and strong will.

"Do you think I should give her more?" Vlad asked worriedly

"Not unless you want to poison her," the ghost chuckled.

"Do you think her memory could be returning so quickly," Vlad said shortly. The ghost shook his head.

"She just seems weak and dehydrated. Eating may help her," The ghost answered. "Plenty of fluids. If she doesn't begin to feel well after a good rest then we'll have to see what else can be done. You may have to stop with the potions."

Vlad thanked the ghost as he ushered him from the room. Then he walked back to Jazz's bedside and sat down and took her hand. "You have nothing to worry about," he told her gently. "Today you'll simply sit and rest."

"Are you sure?" Jazz asked. "Wouldn't you rather I…"

Vlad put his hand to her mouth to quiet her. "I'll return in a few hours and we'll see how you are feeling then." Jazz nodded her head and smiled. She lifted her face toward Vlad and he kissed her quickly before leaving the room.

"Holy cow!" Jazz said as she put her hand to her throat and looked around the room in terror. Her eyes lit on the vial of fluid on the night stand. She picked it up and sniffed it. There was no smell. She placed it back where she found it then walked over to the bureau and attempted to open the top drawer, but it was locked. She turned searched through the room. A phone was sitting on the nightstand on the other end of the bed.

Jazz's breath caught in her throat and she raced over to grab it. She picked it up. Yes! There was a dial tone. She took several deep calming breaths. She needed to talk to Danny. Danny was the only person who could rescue her. Jazz sat on the edge of the bed for a moment then made her decision. She picked up the phone.

"I don't remember the number," She hissed to herself as she struggled to remember a number she'd only called a handful of times. She bit her lip, crossed her fingers and dialed a series of numbers.


Sam was shaking her head at Danny who was trying to chug an extra large chocolate Nasty Burger shake as fast as he could, with Tucker's loud encouragement, when her phone rang. She didn't even look to see who was calling as she casually put the phone to her ear and said, "Hello?"

"Sam?" Jazz shrieked in relief.

"Jazz?" Sam asked in wonderment then looked at Danny who put down his drink. Chocolate was dribbling from his chin and Sam handed him a napkin.

"Sam," Jazz said breathlessly as she looked over her shoulder to the door. "Is Danny with you?"

Sam looked at Danny whose expression had begun to close and become angry. "Yeah," Sam answered. "He's here. But I don't think he'll talk to you."

"I need to talk to him Sam," Jazz told her urgently. "It's a matter of life and death."

"Tell that bi…" Danny started but Sam covered his mouth and told him to hush.

"Life and death?" Sam said as she looked at Danny. "What's wrong?"

"I'm married to Vlad!" Jazz answered on a shriek then calmed herself and sat down on the edge of the bed.

"Yeah we know," Sam replied. "Which is why Danny doesn't want to talk to you."

"Just hang up the phone Sam," Danny ordered.

Sam glared at Danny for a moment. "Don't you dare tell me what to do Daniel Fenton!" she growled then placed the phone back on her ear.

"I'm being drugged!" Jazz told the Goth girl. "I'm being drugged and kept here against my will! Help."

"I can't," Sam said. "It didn't seem like you were being drugged six months ago when you told us you were going to marry Vlad." Sam gave Danny a reproachful glare as he stood, looked at Tucker for a moment, then back at Sam and stalked from the table.

"But I was!" Jazz insisted, her voice was frantic and filled with tears. "I'm in my right mind at the moment. I don't know how long it's going to be before Vlad realizes I'm back to normal and drugs me again. I need help. Please!"

"I'll see what I can do," Sam said.

"I need to go," Jazz whispered. "Please. Help me Sam. You're my only hope." The phone went dead and Sam sighed.

"What's going on?" Tucker asked.

"I've become Obi Wan Kenobi," Sam answered as she frowned at the phone.

Tucker wrinkled his face in confusion. "What?"

"Exactly," Sam replied. "Even worse Luke Skywalker is standing by the video games looking all doomed and heroic, and doesn't Obi Wan get killed by Darth Plasmius?"

"Ugh!" Tucker said as he put his hand on the side of his head. "Enough with the Star Wars analogies. That's the last time I'm taking you to vintage movie night Sam."

Sam chuckled to herself and sipped on her soda. "All right my dear Wookie, but it seems we have a problem. Princess Leia just called and needs to be rescued from the darkside."

"Stop it Sam!" Tucker shrieked. "You're terrifying me!"

"You're terrified!" Sam said in amazement. "Imagine how I feel. I just talked to Jazz and she just told me that Vlad has been drugging her and wants me to find a way to rescue her." She cast a look toward Danny who was angrily kicking the video games.

"Drugged?" Tucker asked in shock. "By Vlad?"

"Her husband!" Sam answered ominously.

"Holy cow!" Tucker said as he shook his head. "This is bad. Really bad." Danny kicked at the video game machine again and it gave a loud beeping protest

"Let's go rescue the droids from Luke and see if we can talk some sense into him," Sam said as she stood.

"Or we could just get killed," Tucker offered. "Either way we are in pretty deep shit!"

"Don't cuss!" Sam growled. "Cussing leads to the darkside." Tucker laughed then shuddered in fear. Sam always became very funny when the situation was deadly serious. He swallowed hard and stood behind her as she stood beside Danny. Damn Sam, Tucker thought, now he was stuck with the analogies.

"What did she want?" Danny asked as he kicked the video game machine then jammed in another quarter and started to play.

"She wants help," Sam answered as she leaned against the machine and looked into Danny's face. His expression was set in stone, but Sam knew him well enough to know he was hurting.

"Help with what?" He asked stiffly.

"She says she's been drugged and just became conscious of where and who she is. She says it won't be long until Vlad drugs her again. She is begging for us to rescue her." Sam answered.

"She wasn't drugged," Danny said angrily. "I spent days and days trying to talk her out of marrying Vlad. If she was taking drugs, I would have seen it."

"Can you be one hundred percent positive about that?" Sam asked as she leaned on the side of the video game. "I mean this is Vlad Master's we're talking about."

"You know Vlad?" Tucker asked. "Obsessed with your mother, wants to own the Green Bay Packers, has ghost powers, married your sister…ewww that's just wrong, Vlad?"

Danny hit at the video machine again then started walking away. Sam and Tucker looked at each other a moment. Then followed him.

"Where are you going?" Sam asked as they caught up to Danny.

"I'm going to find a way to rescue my sister," Danny said angrily. Sam smiled at Tucker as they followed him out of the Nasty Burger and down the road.

"The force is strong in this one," Sam said as she waggled her eyebrows at Tucker.

"Oh man," Tucker said. "This is going to be really, really bad isn't it?" Sam nodded her head and they sighed as they followed Danny to Fenton works where they started planning.


You probably can't recognize what's changed, but changes have taken place. I'll post further chapters as they are modified. Thank you for your patience and thank Mo, for saving this story.