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1) Concept: Danny takes a couple years off after high school to earn college money/take some online courses to improve his GPA, and protecting the town from ghosts, and also to give Jazz time to get her psych degree at least mostly done (possibly starts college online). Once Jazz has her degree, Danny leaves Amity to pursue his interests in Astronomy, and Jazz returns, permanently, and

(Post Series, no Phantom Planet. Fenton Parents know by now, and Valerie figured it out based on what she learned about Dani)

“Jazz, are you sure about this?” Danny looked at the sky concerned.

“Little brother, you have given so much to this place and it’s people, now it’s your turn to follow your dream. Just relax and let me help you.”

“I think ‘Let me help you’ is as much your catchphrase as ‘Going Ghost’ is mine.” Danny gave her a wry smile. “But a lot of my enemies are dangerous. I don’ want you getting hurt doing something I should have been.”

“I’ve got this Danny. Don’t worry, I’ve been working out a plan with Valerie. We’ve got this covered.”

At this Danny relaxed slightly. Valerie may have gotten past the ‘All ghosts are evil’ thing, but she was still one of the most viscous hunters her knew. She could keep Jazz safe.

~ (More under cut)

“Got your first patients,” The Red Huntress flew into the small clinic, Johnny 13 and Kitty is a glowing net.

“Thanks Val.” The two ghosts were unceremoniously dumped on the floor, The Red Huntress saluted before flying out again.

“Hey Jazz, long time no see,” Johnny said a little nervously.

Kitty whirled on him “And how do you know her?”

“I’m the girl Johnny chose to pretend to like so he could sacrifice me to get you back when you lost your form.” Jazz explained as calmly as if she was discussing weather. “He’s very nervous right now because obviously he knows I’m working with the Huntress and is wondering what revenge I have in store for him, and if you’re being dragged into it.”

Johnny gulped.

“I’m not going to lie, Johnny 13. Having my first romance end that way was, let’s just say unpleasant and leave it at that. But that’s not why we’re here. You two have been having another spat, and dragging the town into it, again. So we’re going to talk about what’s bothering you both.”

She reached over and took Kitty’s hand in one of hers and Johnny’s in the other. “Your love was so strong it survived your deaths. It’s strong enough to survive what you’re going through now and we’re going to make sure of it.”

“Thanks so much Dr. Fenton.” Sydney Pointdexter rose from his seat.

“No, thank you.” Jazz insisted. “You’re the first person from the Zone who started come here willingly. It’s helped a lot.”

“Well after how you helped the Lunch Lady and the Box Ghost, I definitely figured it was worth a try.” Rather than flat out dismissed the two obsessive ghosts, Jazz had found a way to redirect them. Upon finding out Lunch Lady could conjour food that was perfectly safe and edible to humans, she’d had her set up with various homeless shelters and relief efforts. She was now praised as a hero in her own right.

Box Ghost ended up working with relief efforts too, in his case in making sure the supply shipments got where they were going. Any shipments that would normally be lost were brought in. (The hard part had been getting him to let go of them. The simple solution was to actually pay him in his preferred cardboard boxes and bubble wrap. He easily lost interest in metal and wooden cases over those.)

“I’m glad. I feel better about myself then I think I have since long before my death. But when your brother comes back in town, could you find a way to let me know. I really need to apologize.”

“Sydney, you know Danny doesn’t hold it against you.” Jazz reminded him.

“No, but I do. I swore to myself that I wouldn’t let anyone else get bullied like I did. And not only did I not notice years of it, but I jumped to a conclusion and protected a bully and stopped the victim from standing up against him. Danny basically let Dash go after him for the next three years and I can’t help but think I’m at least part of the cause. I know there are other reason, keeping his secret identity and just how much the bullying became institutionalized at Casper High. But I still have to apologize for the part I played. I really feel like it’s something I need to do.”

“I’ll let him know when he’s back on break.” Jazz promised. “He knows where to find you, right?”

“Yeah, I’m staying with Klemper now.” It would be a while before Sydney went back to his own ‘lair’. He’d created his own living Hell, rebuilding the place and people who’d tormented him over and over. It had temporarily gotten better after his encounter with Danny, but had soon reverted.

Thanks to Dr. Fenton he realized how much damage it was still doing to him in terms of his anger issues and his self worth. Sure most ghosts found Klemper annoying, but Sydney found a kindred Spirit in the lonely soul who just wanted a friend. Not to mention how much it warmed his heart that no mattered how often he was around, Klemper’s face lit up whenever he saw him. The chilly ghost treasured his first real friend, and knowing that someone truly cared and wanted his company did as much for healing Sydney’s hurts and these sessions with Dr, Fenton. If he ever managed to turn the School into something less toxic, he’d certainly be bringing Klemper back with him.

Sydney left and Jazz began to pack up. She had plans for tonight.

Plans that were interrupted by a dour ghost wearing a spiked crown.

“Prince Aragon,” Jazz greeted cautiously. She recognized him from Danny’s files.

““Miss Fenton,” The ghost greeted with a hint of contempt.

“Doctor Fenton, if you don’t mind.” Jazz held herself firm. Somehow she doubted the exiled Prince was here to enlist her services.

“I do mind. I’ve been hearing of you ‘fixing’ ghosts, letting them fit into human society. So I’ve come to ask you woman, if you think you can fix me.”

He was obviously trying to be intimidating, but Jazz just met his gaze evenly. “No.”

“So you admit-”

“In order to help anyone, I need one thing. That the individual I’m helping wants to improves, wants things to be better. You don’t care about bettering yourself. You don’t care about adjusting to have an easier time in the world. You want the world- both worlds- to bend to your whim, or to break them if they don’t. So know, I can’t fix you. The only thing I can do is help put you down like the overstuffed peacock you are.”

Prince Aragon snarled at the insult, his teeth sharpening as he began to change into his dragon form. The change had barely started when Jazz moved suddenly and there was immense pain for where his heart would be. “What…have you done…”

Jazz opened the chamber on the gun she had pulled out. “Ecto-Electrical bullets. Fenton works latest. Doesn’t do lasting harm, but can disrupt almost any ghost powers.” She loaded another round in the Chamber. “This one is a weaker version of Dad’s Ecto-Dejecto. The working version. It won’t wither you away to nothing, but it will sap your powers until your weaker than Spectre in Nirvana.”

She placed the gun between the fallen ghost’s eyes. It was a more brutal style than she preferred, but if there was one thing Jazz Fenton understood, it was psychology.

Ghosts were physiologically very different from mortals. With the semi-exception of Halfa’s they had no such things as bones or internal organs. Even the ones that did, it was more that they expected them to be there rather than to serve a purpose. Putting a bullet between Aragon’s eyes was no more dangerous than his kneecap or even his hair. But most ghosts were once human, and Aragon was no exception. The way his eyes shrunk to pinpricks show he instinctively recognized this as a killing shot.

Jazz refused to let her face change as she fired the energy draining bullet, then sucked him up in the thermos, and only then allowed herself to falter. Aragon would be weak for months before the dejecto wore off, he wouldn’t be a threat to anyone till then. And she’d achieved what she needed. She’d made him afraid of her.

He might avoid her afterwards. He might seek her out to conquer his fear metaphorically and literally. She didn’t know. But fearing her was acknowledging she could harm him. It was a small step first step to getting rid of his misogyny, but a step none the less.

Valerie whistled as she walked in. “Looks like one of the spooks gave you some trouble.”

“Prince Aragon.” She lifted the thermos. “He won’t be bothering anyone else for a while, at least.”

“We’ll drop him off when we pick up your Mom. If you’re still up for tonight.”

“Yeah, a night off is exactly what i need.” Jazz pulled on her jacket, slipping the thermos in.

“That’s good, because Sam’s already waiting with Kitty and Ember. All we need is to pick up Mrs. Fenton and Dani. Girl’s Night Out is go!” Valerie cheered.

#DragonfishDreams #Danny Phantom #10 Years Later #Spectre is now more Jazz's nemesis than danny's. The two HATE each other #Ghost Writing

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