The Other Halfa Danny Phantom: The series

My Brother's Keeper: Part 1

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It was the school's Spirit Week Centennial, where we'd be celebrating one hundred years of Casper Spirit. 

The person most excited about this was Mr. Lancer was jumping on a trampoline with pom-poms shouting, "Casper...High...Spirit—" He fell off the trampoline before getting up and telling Jazz who had seen the whole thing, "Ah Spirit Week, I love it so. The pomp, the circumstance, and mostly the Spirit Sparklers!" He pulled out a photo of him when he was a high schooler jumping over sparklers that spelled Casper High. "Jasmine, did you know I was a cheerleader when I went to school here?"

"Really? Weird, no clue. Look can I talk to you for a minute Mr. Lancer? About my brother Danny and his friend (y/n)?" Jazz asked shoving the photo out of her face. "It's just that they've been acting really strange lately...Like they're not themselves anymore. I'd talk to them but I'm Danny's older sister and aren't really that close to (y/n). They're just gonna think I'm being bossy and if they don't get some help, if they don't talk to somebody besides each other all that frustration...I think that they're repressing could come out the wrong way."

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Danny and I walked to our next class, laughing as we joked around, passing by the counselor's office in the process when our ghost sense went off. Glancing through the door window we see a green gooey ghost and I run off.

"I'll go get the Fenton Thermos!"

I race to the other hallway and go ghost inside a locker before joining up with Danny in the office as we begin fighting and chasing the ghost. Danny attempts to double-punch the ghost who blocks the attack. While it was distracted I sneaked up behind it, slicing my hand through it before it stuck itself back together. We glared at the ghost as it threw a chair at us. In retaliation, Danny started shooting at the ghost, who kept moving around the room, causing everything to get destroyed. The ghost landed on a bookshelf and hissed at us as I made a large ecto blast and shot it at the ghost, scaring it off. Sighing in annoyance that it escaped I check with Danny that I can leave before flying off, grabbing the thermos, flying outside the door, reverting to normal, and walking into the room as Danny finished reverting back. Walking up to Danny I was about to ask what happened when the door opened to reveal Lancer and Jazz, pinning the destruction on us.

"Good one Fenton, you let him get away you idiot," I hear Danny grumble to himself before Lancer starts yelling.

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Danny, and I sat in the destroyed office while the counselor Dr. Spectra, and Mr. Lancer discussed our punishment.

"Is it always so cold in here?" Jazz asks, rubbing her hands up and down her arms.

"Of course, I find that cold temperature keeps the mind icy sharp," Dr. Spectra said making the temperature even colder. "And don't you worry about this mess of an office either, stuff happens no biggie, right Jasmine?" She asks with a smile as she fixes a picture frame on the wall.

"It's Jazz, my friends call me Jazz." 

"Yeah well, your brother calls you Fink!" Danny pouts, crossing his arms angrily.

"Danny I'm just trying to help, come on we used to talk all the time," Jazz tried to reason as Danny pointed out that was in the past.

 "Yeah, when I was eight and you weren't a Fink!" 

"Not to mention did you have to drag me into this? I'm not your sister Jazz or my friend! Danny, Sam, and Tucker are. If I need help, I'll go to them, not the school therapist," I say with a hint of anger when Lancer cuts in.

"That's more than enough out of you two. Get to class while Ms. Spectra and I discuss what your punishment is." 

We both shot a glare at Jazz before storming out of the room as the adults and Jazz discussed our punishment. 

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"Unlike her brother, Jazz is one of Casper's best and brightest. She'll be giving the keynote pep speech at our centennial spiritathon on Wednesday," Lancer says, giving Jazz a proud smile.

"Right on! That's why I'm here to pump up the pep, one student at a time," Dr. Spectra said gesturing towards her photos of her with a depressed kid in each.

"Jazz, Dr. Spectra is a highly respected motivational speaker and teen therapist. She's agreed to help pump up the volume on the old Casper High spirit this week." 

A short man walked in and Spectra introduces him. "This is my assistant Bertrand." 

Jazz waved to the man, arching an eyebrow when he didn't give a reaction.

"Jazz, we're gonna have a super week, wait till you see what we have planned for the spiritathon! Right after your speech...Show her Bertrand, we'll set off this domino chain that says Casper Spirit. The dominos represent how each person's spirit affects the next person they touch! Slammin huh?" Spectra explained while Bertrand showed a picture of the dominos.

"If by slammin' you mean weird then yes." 

"The Spirit Sparklers go off afterward right?" Lancer asks worriedly and Spectra jumps onto her desk, holding sparklers with a wide grin.

"Oh you bet they will, after all, what's Spirit Week without Spirit Sparklers?" 

"You know you're a little over peppy but my brother and (y/n) might benefit from talking to you, but they're so mad right now they'd never listen to me," Jazz said.

"Yes, well they'll listen to me," Lancer reassures her.  

Last Edit - July 10th, 2020

Revised - June 23rd, 2024