As it turns out, having these chapters written ahead of time does not make me post them faster. Who knew?

On the bright side, final part guys! We made it to the end!

Part 6;

Danny groaned as his alarm beeped and he fumbled lamely around to turn it off. Tired and sore, he wanted nothing more than to sleep. He'd get up when the alarm on his watch went off-

Danny's eyes snapped opened again and he stared straight ahead at the wall of his bedroom.

"What the-" He interrupted himself with a coughing fit. Several minutes passed and much more ectoplasm was spat onto his sheets before Danny could focus again.

He was home.

Danny slowly moved himself out of the bed, eyeing the first aid kit set at the end. New bandages covered his arms, and though he still wasn't feeling too good he could actually walk again. His room wasn't dusty, and gave no sign of having gone for so long without its inhabitant. The model rockets still rested on shelves, his watch was still on his nightstand where he'd forgotten it, and his childhood stuffed animal- Charles Bearwin- still sat inside of his dresser. His clothes were still unfolded, with plenty flung around on the ground. His curtains were still half closed, his beanbag chair still had a hole in the side that was covered by a piece of tape, and the dead fly he'd been meaning to get rid of was still crumpled up by the window.

"Mom?" He cleared his throat, "Dad?"

There was a noise in the hallway. Danny rushed out of his room, only to find nothing but a large suitcase sitting in the middle of the hall. It must've fallen out of the closet.

"Mom?" He called again, "Dad?" Danny took a few steps forwards, eyes still fixed on the suitcase. "I have to leave," He said, not sure who he was talking too. "Jazz needs me. I can't come back. I-" A few tears trailed down his cheeks, but Danny didn't mind. He could break down here all he wanted; nobody was there to see him cry.

He grabbed the suitcase and went back to his room, throwing a couple clothes inside before shaking his head. He didn't need those.

He grabbed the blanket he'd had since he was four and tied it around his neck like a cape. He wrapped his models in shirts and placed them gently in. He put Charles Bearwin in as well before he moved to his sister's room. Her stuffed toy was next; Bearbert Einstein. Years of journals and pictures went in, as did all the money she had shoved in the drawers of her desk. He threw in a few of her clothes and headbands, too.

In his parent's room Danny broke down, sitting on their bed and letting the tears fall. If he closed his eyes he could trick himself for a moment that they were right beside him, arms wrapped around his shoulders and whispering about how it would be okay.

But then he opened his eyes and the illusion was gone. Danny left before he'd be tempted to get it back.

He grabbed every picture he could, every bit of needlepoint his dad had done, and every recipe his mother had written down. It was hard to choose what he would leave behind; every single thing was a little bit of the life that he'd thought he'd lost. There were glue stains on his desk from models he'd made and ink stains on his sisters' from broken pens. There was the end table in the living room with its broken corner from that time he'd tripped Jazz when he was six and she'd hit her head. There was the burn marks on the cabinets above the stove, still there from Danny's failed attempt to bake a cake last year. Every bit was a piece of the life he wanted nothing more than to cling to.

In the kitchen there was the box of Spooky O's, still sitting on the counter where he'd left it a few days ago. His bowl was still in the sink. Danny wiped it out and poured himself some cereal for old time's sake.

He couldn't completely zip up the suitcase when he dragged it down the stairs, and was scared he was going to break something inside. It took five minutes for him to get down to the lab, where he spent two more just staring at it. While the rest of the house was mostly fine, his parents' lab looked like a disaster zone. Things were thrown everywhere and bits of beakers covered the ground. There were shattered bits of something technological shattered against a wall. It looked like a fight had gone down.

"Mom?" He called, though he knew now they were gone. "Dad?"

Beside the stairs, there was what had once been a closet. The doors were gone now, thrown across the lab and broken on a counter. Danny stood in front of it, looking down at the fallen hangers and jumpsuits inside. Two blue- his mom's- three orange- his dad's- and eight white. His. He'd said that ghost hunting sounded cool once when he was six, and his parents had provided him with personal jumpsuits for his birthday ever since. The largest one had a sticker of his dad's face on it. Danny tied it around the handle of his suitcase and for a few minutes hugged his parents' ones close.

There was something at the far end of the lab, where his parents had been building their portal. The hole they'd had it in was now covered by a black and yellow striped door. Danny licked his lips, not exactly sure of what to make of it, or the control panel with a little dial on it a few feet away. With one hand still holding tightly onto the suitcase, he gripped the dial and turned it slowly around.

Green light flooded the room as Danny found himself staring at a much smaller version of the portal which had stolen his home. He grabbed onto the suitcase a little tighter and took a deep breath in.

"Bye, Mom," Danny whispered, "Bye, Dad."

He stepped into the portal. A twitching tunnel of green opened up before him, steadily getting larger. Danny took one step and slipped, sliding forwards and trying his best to hold onto what little he could keep of his home. He hit the ground hard, back of his head smashing into the pavement and suitcase held close. Danny hissed, moved a hand to touch his wound, and heard a noise beside him.

"Don't. Move."

Danny opened his eyes to see a man beside him. He had short black hair, a very visible scab on his neck, and was dressed completely in white.

Danny narrowed his eyes now, blinking several times. "Duncan?"

The man pressed a button on some sort of ear piece. "Maria, it's me. Get here, now." The barrel of his gun seemed to glow, "I was right; the kid survived."

.-.-.-.-.-.

Danny looked at the white fabric he'd been dressed in and frowned, pulling at one of his pant legs. His room, much like everything else there was here, was also white. There was a white bed with white sheets, a white toilet with a white sink, white floor, white walls, white everything.

It was also boring.

Danny wasn't sure how long he'd been with the Guys in White; it could have been anywhere from a week to a year. The days had started to bleed together. At first they'd run little tests- how long could he run, how long could he survive in cold water, how long could he go without sleep before passing out- but those had stopped after a man had tried to take a blood sample and Danny had stabbed him with the needle.

Nobody had come to see him after that. He was pretty sure he was in solitary confinement or something along those lines. That's what they did to criminals, wasn't it? Locked them away so they couldn't hurt anyone else. At least Duncan had survived. That was something.

The door clicked and Danny fell still. That was odd. They didn't normally open the door to give him food; there was a flap that reminded Danny of a doggy door on the bottom, and lately normally they just gave him his food through that.

The door swung open and Danny stared at Duncan. He stood up, looking everywhere but at the scar on his neck. "Yes?"

He stepped aside to reveal the young woman standing behind him. "Oh my god," She nearly flew forwards, wrapping her arms around her little brother. "Danny, oh my god, you're- you're actually-"

"Jazz?" He held her close, squeezing as tight as he could. "What are you-"

Her voice shook, "I thought you were dead."

"I'm so sorry," Danny whispered. He could feel tears rolling from her cheeks and onto his neck. "I'm so sorry Jazz."

She put a hand on the back of his head, squeezing Danny as tight as she could. Vlad stepped into frame, walking with a slight limp, and returned the glare Duncan gave him with a cold look. "Let's go home, little brother."

Vlad drove them back to Amity Park. Never once during the hour long drive did the siblings pull out of their hug.

.-.-.-.-.-.

According to his sister, it had been six weeks since his call to Sam and Tucker. School was nearly over now, and he'd have to be taking summer school to catch up. Lancer had been released from the hospital a week ago. There was a school fundraiser to help him pay his medical bills. Everyone else in that class had gotten out okay, but the town had not.

Ghosts were coming through the portal. Mostly blobs and shadows, but some animals too. Vlad nearly ran over a ghost cat when he brought them back to Tucker's house. Danny had panicked, paranoid that it'd attack him, but calmed down soon enough in his sister's arms.

Back at Tucker's house, his friends held him almost as tight as Jazz had. Tucker's parents did nothing until Danny approached them, friends and sister still clinging to his arms, and said he was so glad they were okay. Aunt Alicia flew out the next day and informed him that he was not under any circumstances to disappear like that again, "Or else."

Danny didn't say much in reply to that.

.-.-.-.-.-.

According to Sam and Tucker, ghosts had been actively attacking the town since two weeks after Elijah had come through. There were whispers wherever there were people; everyone blamed Danny's parents for the terror plaguing their town. And though they were vocal about it, Danny was sure his friends and sister blamed them for the ghost attacks too.

Danny could see little wisps sometimes, flying past Tucker's window. They never came inside, but Tucker still made sure to close the blinds whenever any flew by. For one week, Danny ignored the ghosts. It was foolish to think such peace would last.

He was enjoying a chocolate-kiwi-banana milkshake at the Nasty Burger with his friends when some sort of octopus thing was thrown through the roof. Peopled screamed and scattered, but the trio had been trapped in their booth.

Sam and Tucker had both moved to shield Danny, who clung tightly to their arms. He'd been stuck in one spot, frozen by fear and praying to a higher power he didn't believe in that the ghost wouldn't notice him.

It didn't; instead, while Danny slipped under the table to hide like the coward he was, the ghost wrapped its slimy tentacles around his friends and pulled them away.

He heard them scream, but frozen by the possibility that this ghost could work with Elijah he did not move to help them. And he hated himself every second that he knelt there, heart pounding in his chest and his breath coming out in choked gasps.

The Guys in White did show up eventually, after precious minutes had passed. Danny's hiding spot did not block his view of the fight and he saw how they attacked; they didn't care who they hurt. As long as they got the ghost, what happened to the humans didn't matter. Sam and Tucker were thrown on the ground, and when one agent moved towards them Danny found his strength. He threw himself between the two, arms spread wide. "Don't touch them."

The man had tried to explain himself. "Kid, I need to make sure there's no trace of ecto-energy in them-"

"And what if there is?" Danny had snapped, "Are you going to experiment on them?!"

The woman he'd saved from Elijah had appeared soon afterwards. "Leave them," She said, "We have more important things to worry about."

Sam and Tucker said they didn't blame him for hiding. They weren't mad at him for being scared. They understood. But Danny was furious with himself. Sam's ankle had been broken and Tucker had a mild concussion. Danny was certain that next time, if everything went the same, it would be so much worse. They had been lucky this time but luck did not last. If he froze up again his friends could die.

He had to be better. He couldn't be scared anymore. One mistake and next time it wouldn't be just his parents that the ghosts had taken away.

.-.-.-.-.-.

For the first two weeks, when people asked Danny what had happened, he told them only that he'd been possessed by a ghost and taken away by ghost hunters. After he was separated from Elijah, the Guys in White had kept him under supervision. Nobody mentioned the call he made to Sam and Tucker. Nobody asked how Vlad had found him, and nobody commented on the scars on his arms. They just let him keep his lie.

Two more weeks passed before he was able to tell his best friends and sister even part of what Elijah had done to him. He left out many pieces in his story; mostly those involving blood. Afterwards, he mentioned briefly the suitcase he'd taken from his home. Sam pointed out that the Guys in White likely still had it. Tucker suggested storming into their base to get it back. Jazz said nothing, but held her brother in another long hug.

The suitcase was delivered to Tucker's doorstep the next day.

.-.-.-.-.-.

Danny hung up the family portrait taken when he was ten on the wall before stepping back. The wall was coated with half of their family photos; Sam and Jazz were using the other half to decorate the attic.

"Charles Bearwin," Tucker said, holding up the teddy bear. "Small you was a dork."

"Small me is going to fight you if you don't stop teasing him," Danny said.

"How's he going to do that?"

"Time travel," Danny replied, grabbing one of his rockets. "Duh. Now release the bear."

Tucker tossed it across the room so that it landed on Danny's bed. "What now?"

"Um…" Danny stared at the empty suitcase, "I don't know."

Tucker moved closer to him, "Are you gonna be okay dude?"

"Eventually," Danny forced a smile and set the rocket down. He tapped the suitcase with his foot, unsure of what to do next. "Maybe we should go see if the girls are done decorating your attic- um, I mean Jazz's room."

"Don't bother," Sam said as she and Jazz returned, "We've already got everything set up."

Danny nodded, and his sister moved to his side. "I- I guess that's it then." He kicked the suitcase closed with a foot, staring at the logo of his parents' business. He thought of the sign that hung above his front door and the fit Jazz had pitched when their dad had got it. "That's it."

"Hold on," Jazz said, kneeling down. "I know this suitcase. Dad made a bunch like them when I was four. I think I remember him and Mom talking about these." She pressed down on the logo and slowly opened the suitcase back up, "If I'm right…" She jabbed her finger into the side of the suitcase, and the younger three watched as the back of the suitcase peeled away revealing a lair of blue. "It has a secret compartment."

"Oh," Danny dropped to his knees and stared at the contents inside. Tucker and Sam did the same, attempting to position themselves so the purple cast Sam had on her ankle wouldn't be in the way. "Oh, wow."

Tucker reached out, grabbing onto one of the blue pieces of paper. "These are blueprints," He said, handing them to the siblings. "Why is your suitcase full of blueprints?"

"It's Mom and Dad's work," Jazz said, "They must have put all of their stuff into there in case… something happened."

Danny said nothing, staring at the blueprint of a 'Fenton Peeler.' Mom, Dad…

Tucker grabbed another blueprint, looking it over. "You know," He said, "I could probably build one of these."

Danny looked up, "You could?"

Tucker nodded, "Yeah, if I had the stuff. And think of how useful having this ghost shield belt thing would be!"

Sam leaned over, "Let me see that." She stared at it for a few minutes before taking out her phone, "I can get it for you."

"You can?" Danny raised an eyebrow, "How? I don't even know what half of this stuff is." He looked over the labels on his own blueprint, "Actually, the only thing I recognize is iron."

"My Grandma knows some people," Sam waved him off, "So, how many things do we want to build? I might as well get all the materials at once."

Frowning, Danny grabbed all the blueprints and spread them out across the floor. "Ghost shield and the belt thing, definitely. Fenton utility weapon, that'll be good, and um… I think that's it. Maybe the Fenton Peeler?"

"You forgot something," Jazz said, and pulled out what seemed to be an SD card. "There's probably more on here. Tucker, can we use your computer?"

A minute later, the four of them crowded around Tucker's laptop. "That's weird," He said, "I think it came from a camera." He clicked on the first file on the list, and Jazz clasped her hands over her mouth.

"This is Jack and Maddie Fenton," Their father's voice boomed, "Here to record the opening of our brand new ghost-portal!" The camera focused on Maddie, who was adjusting some of the smaller dials right beside the portal. "How's it going, baby?"

"Jack," She rolled her eyes, "Put that thing away!"

"No can do, Mads!" He rushed forward and picked his wife up, filming their passionate kiss. "I want the kids to feel like they were really here when we started it up! In fact, I can hear their ews now!"

Danny and Jazz said nothing, but grabbed each other's hand.

Maddie gave her husband a playful shove before turning to the camera. "Make sure you get the control panel in. If you're going to document this, I want you to get every part."

"On it!" Their Dad spun the camera around, "This is, of course, our lab! And these are the control panels, and that's the ecto-filtrator, and-"

"Move slower, Jack, so they can see."

"-And this is our baby, the Fenton Portal! Your new brother! Or, well, sister. Well, technically it's not alive, so whatever you kids want to call it you're free to! This is what we've been working on! Ta-da!"

Danny squeezed his sister's hand a little tighter.

"Set the camera down now," Maddie called, "I need you to make sure that breaker is on before we plug it in. Honestly, how that thing ended up inside is beyond me. We'll have to work on rerouting the electricity later on…"

Jack set the camera down on a stand and rushed off, ducking into the portal. "Look, Maddie! I'm a ghost!"

Maddie chuckled, and it occurred to Danny that this would be the last time he'd hear his mother laugh.

Jack climbed back out of his portal and lifted up the plugs. "Ready when you are!"

"Increasing ectoplasm intake by four percent," Maddie said, messing around with some smaller dials beside the portal. "Adjusting charge and- now, Jack!"

He forced the plugs together and the screen flashed white. It didn't return to normal.

"We did it," Maddie whispered, "We did it! It works! We've created a portal-" A siren cut her off as the visuals returned. A rush of blue energy knocked them back and camera fell. The lens was cracked now, and didn't quite show the elder Fentons.

"Maddie, what's happening?!"

"I- I don't know!" It was hard to hear her over the high-pitched wail, "Something increased the ectoplasm intake by nearly three hundred percent and it keeps going up! Jack, I can't stop it!"

"What do you mean you can't stop it?! Sure you can, Mads, you can-"

"Stop that! I can't! We put that stupid off button inside, and if we were to go in now before it's started to stabilize- if I hadn't been so impatient-" The siren drowned out the rest of her words. Danny could barely hear his parents shouting, trying desperately to fix it, and Tucker turned the volume up.

Jack grabbed the camera, seeming to stare at his children. There was a trickle of blood coming down from his forehead; something must have hit him. "Jasmine," He said, the joking tone gone, "Danny. I- I just need you both to know that-" He had to stop and take a moment. "I love you. We both do. Do good things, help people, and reach your dreams. You can do it. We believe in you both." He took a breath in, "I'd ask you to make me proud, but you already have. Every day you've been alive you've made me so, so proud to be your dad."

"Jack!" Maddie shouted.

Jack looked over his shoulder before turning back to the camera. "Look after each other. We might not be there to do it anymore." The video ended there, and for several minutes they all sat in silent.

"Hey," Sam whispered, "Are you okay?"

"He said goodbye," Danny whispered, "He- he said goodbye."

Tucker asked, "Are you guys going to be okay?"

"I think so," Jazz whispered, "Eventually."

"It was an accident," Danny said softly, "Everyone's been blaming them for setting the ghosts loose but it wasn't their fault!" He ran a hand through his hair, "All this is happening because of some ghost on the other side of the portal." Danny was reminded of Elijah's claim that someone called Clockwork was to blame. But he shook his head and dismissed that thought; there was no way he was going to believe anything that Elijah had said.

"So technically," Tucker said, "Some ghost attacked your parents and now we're being invaded by them."

"That sounds like an act of war," Jazz muttered.

"I don't think it was," Sam put in, "For all we know it was an accident."

"Accident or not," Danny stood now, pacing back and forth. "Amity Park is still being attacked constantly by ghosts! If Mom and Dad were here, they could-" He stopped, staring at the suitcase. "…Or we could."

"We…?" Sam trailed off, "Danny, no, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?" Danny turned to face his sister and friends, "Think, guys; we have their blueprints! We can make their weapons and fight off the ghosts!"

"Uh, dude? You can't even go near a ghost without freaking out." Tucker pointed out.

"But aren't you supposed to get rid of fears by experiencing them or some other psychological mumbo-jumbo?"

"Exposure therapy," Jazz said.

"First of all Danny, if you say mumbo-jumbo again I'm disowning you," Sam said, "Secondly, the Guys in White are already protecting the town!"

"The Guys in White strapped me to a table and wanted to electrocute me. The Guys in White made me feel like my only choices were trust Elijah or be tortured. The Guys in White kept me captive for at least a week and probably a lot longer without telling you guys." Danny fixed them with a look, ignoring the horror on their faces. He'd never told them about what Agent W had wanted to do. "The Guys in White don't care about the humans they hurt as long as they get the ghosts!"

"And you'll be better?" Sam stood up too, using Tucker to help her. "You don't know how to work any of these things!"

"Then I'll learn!" Danny reached down and grabbed a blueprint, "I can't just sit on the sidelines. Someone has to do something and I can!"

"Danny-" Jazz started.

"The Guys in White are dangerous," He repeated, "I'm not leaving them in charge of defending the town anymore. Someone's going to get killed if we don't do something! I can capture the ghosts with-" He looked at the blueprint, "-The Fenton Thermos and send them back into the Ghost Zone! Nobody has to suffer like I did ever again. The Guys in White hurt people, so we can't leave this up to them. If Mom and Dad were here they'd be able to take care of it; but Mom and Dad are gone." He crossed the room to his bed, setting the blueprint down on it. "So it falls on us to pick up the pieces. We can do things, we can help people! We have all their work! We're the best shot the people of Amity Park have."

There was a stifling and awkward silence which covered the four of them. After a few long moments, Tucker stood too. "I'm with you."

"So am I," Sam said.

"You can't be serious," Jazz said, "You aren't doing this. I won't let you!"

"You can't stop me," Danny said, looking up at his sister as she stood. "I have a chance to change things, Jazz, and I'm going to take it whether you want me to or not."

"You're going to get yourself killed!"

"You really have no faith in me, do you?" He cut her off when she tried to speak again, "I'm not planning on making a living out of it, but until we can find some way to shut down the portal Amity Park needs us. Why can't you-"

"Because I need you too!"

That shut Danny up. "Oh."

Jazz sighed, pulling her brother into a quick hug. "I already lost Mom and Dad because of that stupid portal, and I almost lost you too. I can't let you do this, Danny; you'll get yourself killed!" They pulled apart, and Jazz brushed a particularly long strand of hair from Danny's face. "You don't even have a jumpsuit or anything to protect yourself against them!"

Danny grinned, reached back onto his bed, and grabbed the white jumpsuit he'd hidden under his baby blanket. "Guess again."

Jazz stepped back, taking a deep breath in. "Oh, Danny…"

"In an ideal world, Mom and Dad's portal would've worked on the first try." He held up the jumpsuit, "But our world isn't ideal. Things happen, things go wrong, and people die. But we have a chance to make it better. We can protect people!" He put his left foot into the jumpsuit. "Our parents are gone," His right foot went in too, "And the Guys in White can't be trusted. So it falls down to us." He smiled, slipping the sleeves over his arms. "We have a chance to fix things. I'm not sure about you guys, but I know what I have to do." Danny zipped up the jumpsuit, staring at them. Jazz was shaking her head, while Sam and Tucker were trying to cover up their obvious concern with false grins. It didn't take a genius to know that they'd only agreed to help him so they could protect him.

But Danny didn't care. For the first time since his parents died, everything felt right. "I have to stop all the ghosts that are coming through."

He's here to fight for me and you! :D

Did I write this entire thing and constantly traumatize Danny just for the purpose of making a theme song joke? Yes. Yes I did. If you're a regular reader of my fics, this probably isn't surprising. I'm a massive nerd.

Sooo, that completes Time Twister! Well, ish. As you've probably guessed, there's a lot more I could do with this world. There's so many characters I could bring in, too; Spectra, Phantom, Freakshow, Clockwork, Pariah Dark, and even Dan. Of course, there'd also be more Sam, Tucker, Jazz, Vlad, and Guys in White in there too. But that's up to you guys. Is this world something you'd like to see more of? Let me know your thoughts! ^^