Clang! Jack and Maddie glare at their son, who's fork has dropped with an unpleasant clatter onto his plate... for the fifth time in five minutes. Some of the other people had started to stare.
"Danny, I do believe sometimes that you have ghost hands." Maddie remarked.
Jazz watched the colour drain from his face, and from hers as well. "It's not what you think it is, Mom!"
"What about my hands? They're perfectly... this one's perfectly fine!"
Maddie laughed, luckily cutting them off before they said anything incriminating. "The pair of you act like you've seen a ghost! All I was trying to get at was-"
Clang!
"DANIEL FENTON!" Both of them shouted. Danny shrank in his chair, a little bit too much.
"A little help, Jazz?" Danny hissed, stuck halfway between the inside and the outside of the chair.
"Really, Danny," Jack stood up, as if he was making a speech. "When a Fenton walks into a restaurant, he or she should never embarrass themselves or their family! Embarrassing fellow Fentons is just- GHOST!"
Oh, great. Was that Star over there?
Maddie took out what looked to be a normal boomerang. "Careful, everybody! This is the Boo-merang, designed to spook out the ghosts!" She screamed as she threw it.
It arced out, then turned around and began to head towards Danny. He sighed and gave his sister a look of why me? before the Boomerang hit him right in the face. Apparently, their inventions actually work pretty well, but that did nothing to console Danny.
Jack stared at Danny, wondering what the Boomerang was thinking. Danny? A ghost? Even Jack wasn't silly enough to think that!
Danny could hear the murmurs of stifled laughter, almost as much as the pounding in his head. "Da-ad," he moaned. "What was that for! I did my homework!" Well, except for Lancer's Mice and Men analysis of chapter 2, but he didn't like his teacher anyway.
"Dad, I'm fine with your sick obsession with ghosts- but- but leave Danny alone!" Jazz went nearly as red as her hair. "He's not a g-ghost or anything, right? OW! What was that for?" Danny kicked Jazz under the table before she could say anything else incriminating; that last statement sounded so much like a question even Jack didn't look like he totally believed her.
Then again, Jazz was a horrible liar. Theoretically, that was a good thing to be, but not when trying to lie to your obsessive ghost hunter parents about your ghostly brother.
"Speaking of Danny," Maddie looked around. "Where is he?"
There was a choking yelp and another clang!
Jazz looked across to Danny, hearing a small disembodied gasp. Something tugged at her sleeve.
"Oh, he's... gone to the toilet! That's what normal humans do, go to the toilet. Ghosts? No! Ghosts can't go to the toilet... uh... I think..." Jazz felt a cold invisible hand wrap around hers and pull her along. Was Danny that strong before? "Speaking of toilets! I need to go to the toilet, what a coincidence, haha... Be back in an indefinite amount of time, don't be suspicious!" Jazz felt for her invisible brother's shoulder and led him outside. She took out her phone and put it to her ear. "Oh, hi, Danny!"
"What are you doing?" Danny hissed from somewhere to the right of her. Jazz found that very strange, very strange indeed.
"I'm just trying not to sound crazy, you know? Talking to myself is the first sign of madness."
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Sibling Secrets
FanfictionWhat would happen if Jazz was the only one who knew about Danny's powers?
