Here is a little one-shot I thought up one night. Why is it I always get the good ideas when I' trying to sleep? I don't if I will do another one-shot. Once again is about Jazz and Danny. They really should put Jazz in the character list. She is such a great character!

Last Breath

I looked around the room, the tension starting getting to me. Both of my parents sat on their chairs in silence. My mom, Maddie Fenton, was trying to stifle sobs in her tissue, the ordeal finally sinking in. My dad, Jack Fenton, on the other hand, just stared sullenly into space.

'He seems so lifeless.', I thought to myself.

I had never seen my dad so hopeless before. It was almost scary. His usual blue eyes that were once filled with joy and curiosity were now overtaken with despair. I closed my own eyes in remorse, knowing that I, Danny Fenton, was the only one who could've saved her...

Take that!", I shouted to my opponent, Skulker. The ghost just dodged the oncoming attack, too fast for a simple ecto blast. "Is that all you got?", Skulker taunted, loading up his ecto gun. "Danny! Be careful!", the girl shouted up to me. I nodded in her direction and flew straight for Skulker. Skulker readied his gun to get his killed. I kicked the gun with my boot before he even had a chance of shooting. As I was fighting Skulker, I didn't notice the ecto gun slowly falling down to the concrete ground. That is, until I heard the fire followed by a scream that seemed to echoed in the night. "NOOO!", I cried as I spun around. I flew to where the ruble laid as fast as I could. I stooped down and made the girl intangible. Dirt covered her face while her clothes were torn with cuts. I knew I had to do something fast. Making sure Skulker was gone, I carried her and flew to the hospital as fast as I could, or else Jasmine Fenton would die...

A nurse came to us in a brisk walk, clipboard in hand. "You may see her now in room #53." We got up and waked down the hall. For me, that seemed the longest walk in my entire life. When we finally got to her room, we weren't ready for the site that met our eyes. Jazz laid on her bed, looking rigid under her covers. Her beautiful red hair was tangled around her head, headband torn into pieces. Her face was scratched from the rocks and debris.

"Jazz...", My mom whispered and dropped down to her daughter's bed.

My dad walked and stroked Jazz's hair while hugging her as gently as he could. I could hear my sister's ragged breathing and the steady beeping of the monitors. From the hall came a doctor, a grim look on his face.

"I'm afraid I have some bad news.", he said.

All three of us looked up to him, knowing this was a bad sign. The doctor sighed and read from the document.

"I'm afraid young Ms. Fenton is in critical shape. We're not sure if she can survive the night. Right now, it seems as though she is only half alive."

There was intake of breath as the words met our ears. Jazz Fenton, an 17 year old girl who hasn't even finished college, was going to die in such a depressing atmosphere. The next few minutes are memories I wish I could've erased from my mind. My parents burst into tears as the doctor silently walked out. They couldn't really believe that this was happening. And neither could I. The minutes passed by until mom asked me,

"Danny, me and your dad are going are you going to stay here?"

I nodded and they both left, closing the door behind them. I walked to Jazz's bed and sat next to it on a chair.

'How could I let this happen?', I asked myself.

It was all my fault. Ever since the accident two years ago, my life has been a danger for those I love. I picked up my head and gazed up to my sister. Looking at her face, reminded me of all those dreams she had. Being a brain or surgeon while being a minor in psychology. Going to Harvard, Yale, or another college and leaving Amity Park. All those dreams were gone up in smoke. And it was all my fault. I put my face in my hands, not being able to look at my sister's mangled body. I could my eyes tearing up, the first time since the accident. All those times I promised myself I wouldn't let anything happened to any of my friends and family because of my burden. I failed. If I could I choose between me or her.

"Right now, it seems as though she is only half alive."

Maybe there is...

I gingerly grabbed her hand and squeezed it with mine. She felt cold as stone, almost like a ghost... I closed my eyes, trying to rid my eyes of the tears, and concentrated on the energy within me. I could feel it traveling from my hands and into her body. I could feel how I got slowly drained each passing second. When I finished, I collapsed on the bed from exhausting. As my eyes were closing, I saw the stir from my sister's body and heard the monitor getting louder and louder. The last things I remembered was her turquoise eyes snapping open and a pair of gasps from the doorway, before I closed my eyes, never to wake up on the human plane...

Young Jasmine Fenton walked into the deserted bedroom. She swept her hands over the desk and the computer, knowing that its former user would never use it again. It was untouched since that night 6 years ago, messy and unorganized. A chill went up her spine and discovered that the window was left open. She went and closed the window then noticed a box that she has never seen before on the dresser. It was carved out of wood and varnished with a nice even coat. She was startled when she found her name carved on the front in fancy letters: Jasmine Fenton.

Jazz opened the box and let out a gasp as what she saw. A silver necklace with a turquoise pendant surrounded by sapphire stones, along with a short note resided inside the box. Jazz could feel her heart ache when she saw that it was addressed to her from Danny, only a week before he died.

Dear Jazz,

Happy Birthday! I know you must be pretty happy about being considered an adult(although you were already considered an adult by age 10). I swear that I will not try anything stupid and/or embarrassing on this day(don't be so relaxed next year, though). You like the necklace? A special present for you on this day. Did you know how long it took me to carve a box! Those splinters will always remain in my skin. I just wanted to say thanks for all that you did for me. You have been there in ways that Tucker and Sam couldn't. You were there when I got hurt. You were there when it felt as though doing the right thing was too difficult. Even when I was mad at you, you still never gave up on me. You always put me back on the right track. I know it mustn't be easy to have a halfa for a brother. I guess all I wanted to say was, Your the best big sister a brother could ever wish for. I hope this day is special as you wanted it to be.

Sincerely Your Brother,

Danny Fenton/Phantom

Jazz slowly walked to the bed and sat down, clutching the necklace in her hand. She never knew that Danny cared so much. Tears welled up in her eyes. She only wished she could say goodbye. To thank him for all the times he had ever saved her The tears fell form her pale face and onto the note and bed. Suddenly, she felt a cold hand on her own and a whisper in her ear:

"Don't cry Jazz, I will always be here with you."

"Danny!"

She whirled around to find the source of the voice, but nothing was there. The room was still quiet and lonely as it had been when she had entered. Looking down, she spotted something on the bed. Lifting it up, she observed in the sunlight that it was hair, a silver, white hair...

Choppy, I know. But please don't flame this! I may go back and edit but I'm not sure. I'm all booked with stories. Check out my profile for oncoming stories and vote for the one you like by sending me an e-mail or in a review.