alright everyone i am sooooo sorry that i am starting another story AGAIN but plot bunnies for this have been plaguing me for months! i know i should update my other stories and i plane to continue Alone in a Crowd but my other stories? truthfully i am thinking of adopting them out. i just dont have any more muse for them *sigh* i'll with be posting an authors note on the ones thati am giving up but the others i will just take down if u are intrested in any of them then PM me.

MOVING ON! this is my new story! i came up with the idea while at a writting workshop with some friends and they were really excited about it too! it may be slow goign for the first few chappies but it has a lot of info hidden in there

DISCLAIMER: i own nothing but the plot bunnies! most, if not all the characters in this are from DP and other shows like HP, FMA and Stargate. there will be more crossovers but those are the main ones. this stor massive multi X over and i own NOTHING!

This was not going well. In fact, it was going horrendously.

Danny scowled as he sat in the living room. His parents thought he was sick and not just a little cold sick, oh no, they thought he was, like, cancer level sick. No matter what Jazz or Danny tried to tell them, they wouldn't change their minds and 100% refused to accept the truth.

They had taken a blood sample, a skin sample heck they even took some of his saliva and they still refused to face the facts.

Their son was half ghost.

Danny knew what they thought on this subject even though they had only learnt about it a few days before. 'It was the constant exposure to such high levels of ectoplasmic radiation that did it' he had heard them saying the night after they had found out. 'It won't take long, no, it won't take long, just...just a few samples and we in a l-little while we'll have a cure and you'll be back to normal again Danny, don't worry, we'll make you better again' Danny hadn't had the heart to tell that there was nothing wrong with him, that he didn't want to 'get better'. But they just didn't listen, it wasn't their fault that they couldn't cope with the fact that Danny wasn't normal and he didn't blame them.

He just wished that they would stop this nonsense, just stop so that they could continue with their lives, his face fell as his parents came back into his room, concern and regret in their eyes.

"Come one Danny, its ready, you'll be better soon." Madeline Fenton said as she wrapped an arm around her sons shoulders in what she thought was a comforting gesture but really only served to make the young halfa that much more upset as he was pulled up from his place on the couch next to his sister. Danny looked back at his sister and it made the older girls heart clench as she saw the horrific sadness and resignation in his eyes.

Jazz didn't dare move from the stained couch no matter how much she wanted to be by her little brothers' side. The last time she tried… Jazz shivered as she thought of the desperate look that her father and mother had given her as they forced her from the lab.

It was at this moment that Jazz wished with all her heart that her little brother wasn't so selfless, that for once he would do something for himself and just leave before their parents do something that could hurt him. Jazz forced herself not to cry because she knew that her brother would never do something like that, that he would rather face Dark Pariah a hundred times over than see his family like they are now.

And it wasn't just that. Jazz has noticed the weird behaviour that her brother has developed, his room is much cleaner, not as near as messy as a teenage boys room should be and as it used to be. The last time Jazz had been in there she had just stopped and stared at the floor, something that she had never been able to see completely since her brother turned seven, which was now clear and clean of all things that had once littered it. It's not even just his room, it's the places he puts objects, if an object gets moved he'll put it back almost strait after they have abandoned it, and it's as if everything has to be in a curtain place. It's an obsession, that's the only conclusion Jazz had reached. These acts got more prominent the longer that he was 'Phantom'

A scream broke Jazz out of her thoughts, she knew this scream, and she knew where it had come from. Jazz covered her ears as the screaming got loader, and loader, the only thing keeping her from trying to rush to Danny's aid, is the fact that she couldn't help him. She had seen her parents' notes the night before and they knew that that it would do this to Danny but Jazz had seen holes in their theories, gaps and missing equations and a part of her whispered into her mind that they did it on purpose.

As her brothers' scream reached a new pitch she got to her feet in a flash, she couldn't sit here and just listen as her brother suffered something that they didn't know about, no matter what she had told herself.

Jazz took the stairs two at a time, and nearly ran down the hall as the cries got louder the closer she got, urging her onward. The worried older sister slammed the door open, eyes flashing in panic as they darted to her baby brother writhing on the bed, his own blue eyes dragging open a crack to look at her with pleading eyes and a hand reached out.

This time she couldn't stop the sob as it wracked her frame. From the corner of her eye she could see her mother standing at the end of her brothers bed, looking down at him with worry and it only added anger the mix of Jazz's emotions to see her mother that Danny loved so much do nothing to ease his pain. Jazz yelped and ducked as her father tried to usher her out of the room and rushed forward, ignoring the yells from her parents that she could disrupt the process of integration into the system and knocking down of immunities.

Jazz fell to her knees at her brothers' side and took his hand as he gripped it in a death grip, as if it was the only thing tying his human half to the living plane.

"Oh God Danny I'm so sorry, and I know I've already said this and I know you don't blame me but I am so sorry!" she said in a rush as tears fell from her eyes. Jazz noticed offhandedly that her brother had stopped screaming when she had grabbed his hand but didn't question it, glad to see that her brother might not be in so much pain anymore.

Danny just smiled at her, glad that she was here, distracting him from the pain. Danny arched his back and opened his mouth in a silent scream as another lance of pain shot through his limbs and dug its claws into his heart and ghost core, trying to rip them from the other. For Danny this was as much as a mental battle as it was physical suffering. It was only his force of will that kept the two halves of his soul together. He didn't want to lose his ghost half, Danny already knew what it felt like to be split and that had physically hurt, he couldn't imagine what would happen if he lost that half of himself permanently. The thought made him cringe and whimper.

When he had been split before, by the Fenton Ghost Catcher, it was much worse than he had let his friends see. As soon as he had fallen through the glowing net, he had felt his soul being ripped apart, felt as both halves of his soul had latched onto his mind and tore it too. And every moment that he had been separated he had felt what both of his halves did, what they felt, what they saw. It was like being in two places at once and being burned alive at the same time.

Danny smiled at his sister, trying to downplay the pain so he didn't have to see that look of absolute guilt in his eyes. He didn't want her to be guilty, he wanted her to be happy, to go to Harvard and become a psychologist like she always wanted.

Pulling his hand from his sisters Danny reached up and slowly wiped away the tears that were gathering at the corners of Jazz's eyes.

"Don't blame them Jazz…..mom and dad….they just….don't…..understand." Danny rasped and cupped his sisters' cheek. "If I die...if I die fully...then...you know that….I'll be with friends."

Jazz chocked back a sob as she covers her brothers' smaller hand with her own and pulled it away and placed it on her brothers' chest.

"No you won't, because...because you're not going to die." Jazz stated before saying in a voice only her brother would be able to hear. "I'm going to get you some help; you'll be ok, even if I have to beg."

It made part of her sick to see her brother smile when she knew he was in pain and she forced herself to smile back as she gave his hand one final squeeze before she stood up and walked out of the room with a fire burning in her eyes.

Yes, even if she had to beg.

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Walking down the stairs towards the kitchen Jazz moved with a purpose. Snatching one of the ecto-pistols from the kitchen table se swiftly moved to the door of the lab and jabbed the pass code harshly into the number pad and scanned all five of her fingers. The door opened with a slight creak and Jazz pushed it all the way open and took the stairs two at a time.

When she got to the lab she forced herself not to look at the papers and formulas scattered around the work bench and walked stiffly towards the weapons vault. Every moment she spent in the lab only served to make her sicker. This was the place the thing that had left her baby brother screaming was made. Jazz shivered at the thought and set her mind to picking out some of the more light weight and usable weapons that her parents had made.

Jazz turned her head as a soft beeping started up rapidly on her left and she turned to see the flashing screen of the Ghost Finder. Jazz froze; there was a ghost in here. Snatching a medium sized gun from one of the benches she spun, her red hair flying, and levelled the humming weapon with the head of the purple clad ghost.

"Jasmine Fenton, sister of Daniel Fenton and daughter of Madeline and Jackson Fenton."

Jazz froze upon hearing her name and the name of her family.

"How do you know my name? What do you want with my family?" Jazz wrapped her finger around the trigger, prepared to fire if necessary.

The red eyed ghost just chuckled. "Calm yourself child, I am not here to harm you or your family. No, I am here because this was the only future I saw that young Daniel would survive." the ghost, now an old man, held up a hand as she want to speak and Jazz shut her mouth with a click.

"Now, we must hurry in Daniel is to survive. Currently your parents are making their way into the kitchen, you mother planning on making Daniel some soup and father not wanting to see his son the way he is. This is what you must do…."

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As Jazz walked slowly up the stairs and to her brothers room show couldn't help but wonder again why she was listening the beyond confusing ghost. It was like whenever she thought about her mind would instantly see it like doing something unrealistic for Danny, but that just made her more confused. Why would she think that?

Jazz shook her head and focused on her task. The ghost said he knew Danny, and she would find out before she even thought of taking Danny near him. Opening the door to her brothers room Jazz couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt wash over her as she stared at her pained brother. He lay in his bed, covers pulled up to his chin and his skin pale and sallow. Danny's raven hair hung in slick clumps around him and a sheen of sweat shone on his brow.

Moving forward the red haired sister knelt by her brothers' side and brushed some hair from his face, alerting him to her presence as he opened dull blue eyes that only made Jazz's guilt grow. Those eyes should be shining and bright.

"Hey brother, how are you feeling?" Jazz asked, clasping her brothers' hand in both of hers.

"M'fine. Never better." he muttered with a shaky smile. Jazz returned it and used the sleeve of her shirt to dab at the sweat on his forehead.

"There is someone here to see you Danny; he says that you know him." Jazz said softly, a small smile on her face.

"...Who?"

Jazz frowned at the pause but trudged on. "He says his name is Clockwork and that he is here to make you better." before she could even finish Danny was pushing himself up and Jazz was quick to help him.

Neither of them said anything as Jazz let her brother use her as a crutch as they walked out of the room. She let her eyes roam over her brothers' sickly body, fearing that this would be the last time that she would see him. His body was pale, paler than it should be and she could see his ribs as he wore no shirt. The so called 'Cure' was taking its toll on him, slowly eating him away.

They descended the stairs slowly and Jazz was forced to take most of Danny's wait due to his weakness. They were almost at the door to the lab when their mother noticed that Danny was not in bed but in fact I front of her. The brother and sister didn't stop though; Jazz would not let them when now that her brother was putting in the effort to get to the ghost in their basement. In a moment of panic Jazz swept her younger brother into her arms and almost tripped as she jogged down the stairs and away from her parents.

If asked, Jasmine Fenton would say that she did this for her brother. She would tell them that she passed her brother to the age changing ghost because she wants him to live. What she wouldn't tell them is that she didn't really do it for her brother, no, she did it for herself. Jasmine Fenton handed her brother to the cautious arms of Clockwork because she couldn't stand the thought of watching him die. So, it was when she heard her mother scream and her father shout the usual "GHOST!" that she took one last look at her brother before letting the teal coloured ghost take him from her and cradle the dying halfa to his chest.

She turned to her parents and shot forward, snatching their weapons and throwing them to the other side of the room.

"Stop!" her voice was firm and smooth. The complete opposite of what she felt.

"What are you doing Jazz? You Jazz handed your brother over to a GHOST! We have to get him back." Jazz grabbed her father before he takes even a step in the direction of Clockwork and the limp Danny, who still stood in front of the closed portal.

"No dad." her voice was softer now and part of her mind wondered why her mother was just staring at her with such a betrayed look in her eyes. "Danny is dying-"

"He'll get better!"

"NO! That's just it! Danny won't get better because the stuff you gave him is ripping him apart. Danny told you his secret in hopes that you would understand and wouldn't judge him but instead you lock him in and declare him sick? I've had enough of being the big sister that can only tell her brother that it will all be ok when we both know it won't be!" Jazz pause for a second to gather herself and stood tall.

"So, as a big sister it's my duty to look after my baby brother and if that means I let a ghost take him then so be it. At least I know he will be safe and away from you." Jazz couldn't keep the bitterness from those last three words and her eyes narrowed. She didn't give her parents time to speak as she rounded on the now adult ghost.

"And you...you look after-after my b-brother you h-hear me. K-keep him safe." it took all Jazz had to force those words out as she looked at her brothers smiling face and limp body.

"Do not worry child. All is as it should be."

And then they were gone, disappearing into a light blue portal that closed with a spinning clock hand.