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DP: M. of the Spirit Gems chp6

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The day proved to go by incredibly slowly for Andy. It was always a treat for him to go visit his grandparents. Ever since he could remember, he loved their ghost inventions, from the ones that worked to the ones that didn't. Either they would do something cool, or just make him laugh.

Andy knew his grandfather was intelligent and strong, but he also knew how proud he was, which sometimes blinded him to everything and everyone around him. He was always so convinced that his inventions would work; unfortunately, he always forgot a step, and the gadgets he claimed would work, almost never did.

But his grandmother's intelligence made up for his grandfather's fumbles. All of her inventions usually worked, though most of them she had stopped using when she discovered that her son was half-ghost.

And her gingersnaps were delicious.

Andy waited eagerly for the school day to finish. He wanted so desperately to go to his grandparents' house. Even gym seemed long, and that was his favourite class.

But eventually, the bell did ring, and when it did, he was the first to get up, gather his things, and dash out of the classroom, almost forgetting that he had to follow the teacher out first.

Arriving outside, Andy eagerly searched the street for any sign of his aunt. "Where are you, Auntie?" he wondered. "Did you get here yet?"

"Who you talkin' to, Fenton?"

Andy gasped but had no time to turn and run before he was violently pushed to the ground. When he looked up, Billy and his friend were standing over him.

Not again, Andy thought.

Billy smiled deviously and leaned down to pick something up. "He-hey, check it out," he said with a grin.

Andy watched him reach down and pick up his Danny Phantom figurine. He gasped in shock and tried to grab it, but the eight-year-old picked it up before he did.

Billy giggled and held up the little toy. "Lookie at this; Andy likes to play with dolls," he teased, making his friend laugh.

"He's not a doll, he's a mini action figure!" Andy argued, reaching for the ghost toy. "Give him back!"

Billy pushed him back to the ground and examined the toy. "Hey, it's Danny Phantom," he said, impressed. "I heard these toys sold out like hot cakes! These mini dudes are worth a fortune!"

"My uncle gave 'em to me! He's mine!"

Billy giggled and smiled slyly. "No way," he said. "Five-year-old babies like you will only chew on them and make them worthless." He held Danny Phantom up. "I'm gonna take care of him now."

Andy was horror struck. "No!" he cried, reaching for the figurine. "He's mine! Give him back! He's my Danny Phantom!"

"You don't even know who he is, dweeb," Billy replied. "You weren't born when people saw him last. He doesn't like bein' seen in public anymore. He likes doin' work when no one's lookin'. So why should a little baby like you have a toy like him if you've never seen him or never heard of him?"

Andy was nearly in tears. "Please give him back!" he begged.

Billy stuck out his tongue. "Make me, Shorty!" he teased.

Andy stared up at him, wondering what to do, when he got an idea. He gasped and pointed over their shoulder. "It's Principal Lancer!" he exclaimed in shock.

Billy and his friend gasped and turned around. "Where?! Where is he?!" he asked fearfully, afraid to be caught bullying again.

Andy grinned slyly and became intangible. He reached into Billy's hand, grabbed his Danny Phantom figurine and pulled it away without being felt. Then, he turned invisible and dashed off.

Billy scratched his head. "I guess we just missed him," he muttered, as he and the other boy turned around to look at Andy again. To his complete surprise, the boy had vanished, and so had the toy in Billy's hand.

Billy gasped and looked at his empty hand before clenching his teeth and groaning loudly. "How the heck does he get away like that?!" he exclaimed angrily. "I can't ever pound him properly!" He looked at the busses again. "Let's go before we miss the bus. We'll get him tomorrow."

Andy peeked over the bush he had run to and watched them leave before slipping back in his hiding spot. He heaved a sigh of relief as he turned visible once more. Looking down at his figurine, he raised it to his cheek and held it tightly, swearing to never get that close to losing it again.

Once he figured the coast was clear, Andy walked out of his hiding place and looked about. "Good thing no one saw that," he said. "Or else I'd be in big trouble. Mommy doesn't want me to have ghost powers—!"

Something shining in the grass suddenly caught his attention. The five-year-old paused and looked in its direction.

It was a green jewel, oval shaped, with a smooth surface. The sunlight it captured reflected its beautiful green light.

Andy looked at it curiously and picked it up. "Wow," he said softly in awe. "It's a piece of jewellery. Maybe it's an emerald or somethin'. Maybe Uncle Tucker would know." He grinned and stuck it into his pocket. "I'll keep it and show it to him later."

"Hey, Andy!"

Andy turned around when he heard a woman call out for him. A smile reached his lips.

A woman dressed in a black skirt and an aqua top waved at him from the sidewalk. Her orange hair was held back by a headband, and her green-blue eyes sparkled energetically upon seeing her nephew.

"Auntie Jazz!" Andy exclaimed, turning and dashing over to her. He leaped into her arms as she swung him about happily.

*****

Jazz did not own a vehicle when she came to visit Amity Park. Her car remained in the nearest city. She usually bussed over when she was visiting or traveled with some friends. It was only a mere hour by bus.

When she was in Amity Park, she had her motorized scooter, something she and her brother both had since they were children.

And that was exactly what they were riding on at that moment.

Andy sat in front of her as Jazz drove him down the street on the scooter. She always carried a second helmet for him, one that fit perfect and did not fall over his eyes. He would place his hands on the handlebars beside his aunt's hands and pretend to drive when she did.

"Are you still workin' on more doctor stuff, Auntie?" Andy asked.

"Sure thing," Jazz replied. "Being a psychiatrist is a well-paid job, and I get to talk to a lot of people."

"How about your ghost stuff?"

Jazz leaned over to his ear. "Sssh," she whispered. "That was our little secret, remember?"

Andy giggled. "Oh, yeah; I forgot," he replied.

Jazz straightened out and turned down another street. "I've been doing some more research on it," she said, "But so far, most of it is already known by your dad. I wanted to do my own research so that I can be just as smart about ghosts as he was." She looked at her nephew again. "So, how's school? Did you make any friends yet?"

Andy shrugged. "One or two, but they're too little to come and play yet," he said.

"That's okay. Your dad wasn't allowed to go visit his friends when he was that young, either."

"But I still have bully problems."

At these words, Jazz fell silent.

"His name's Billy. Billy Baxter, I think. He's eight years old."

Jazz blinked and then frowned. "Yeah, I know who he is," she muttered unemotionally. "And who his parents are." She looked at Andy again. "Does he bug you a lot?"

"Yeah, but that's okay. I normally always get away before he hurts me too bad." He pulled out his Danny Phantom mini action figure and held it up. "He tried takin' this today, but I was able to trick him and take it back. He said that they don't make these anymore. Is that true, Auntie Jazz?"

Jazz looked at the toy and grinned. "Yep," she said. "Ever since your dad went to start studying to be an astronaut after high school, they stopped making them. And because no one remembers who his real identity is, it makes it even harder to find the toys in a whole set. You're lucky your Uncle Tucker had some left."

"Uncle Tucker's been really sad lately," Andy said. "Mommy said so."

Jazz did not need an explanation on that; she already knew why Tucker was so depressed. After five years of trying to find Danny's location with no success, Jazz understood how difficult it was for Tucker to bear his best friend's absence.

"So I drew him a pitchure of him an' my Daddy. He said it made him feel better."

Jazz grinned at this. "Good," she said. "You're good at cheering people up."

They traveled on a little further before finally coming to a stop in the driveway of a house around a corner. This brick house belonged to the Fentons and Fenton Works, the family's ghost hunting business. At the top of the building was an extra laboratory called the Op-center.

Andy loved visiting his grandparents. He quickly undid his helmet and jumped off of his aunt's scooter before dashing around to the front of the house and running up the steps. "Are Gramma and Grampa home, Auntie?" he asked,

Jazz put her things down and followed him. "Yep," she replied.

Andy stopped at the door and looked about. When he saw that his aunt had not yet turned the corner, he grinned, turned intangible, and walked through the front door.

Once inside, Andy turned back to normal and looked about. "Hi, Gramma!" he cried out loudly. "Hi, Grampa!"

There was the sound of something falling in the kitchen, followed by the footsteps of someone who was light on her feet. Andy turned to the back of the living room and grinned when he saw his grandmother emerge.

Maddie was, as usual, dressed in her blue jumpsuit. She pulled her hood off and smiled at her grandson. "Andy!" she said. "I didn't hear you come in! You're getting sneakier and sneakier!"

"I gots lotsa practice on my mom!" Andy replied proudly.

Maddie giggled and knelt down, opening her arms. Andy ran over and jumped into them, hugging his grandmother tightly.

"How's my favourite grandson doing, huh?" she asked, showering him with kisses.

The front door opened and in walked Jazz. The woman looked about with startled eyes and then stared at Andy. "Boy, you sure know how to get in without making a sound, Squirt," she said. "I didn't even hear the door open!"

Andy smiled back.

"You're almost as quiet as Danny used to be when he came home from school," Maddie noted.

Jazz rubbed her chin thoughtfully at these words. "Yeah, he is," she agreed.

Andy shrugged in reply before pulling himself away from his mother. "Where's Grampa Jack?" he asked.

"He's downstairs, Dear," Maddie replied, pointing over her shoulder.

Andy smiled happily and made to dash off, but Jazz ran over and grabbed the boy's backpack, holding him in place. "Ah-ah, little sneaker," she warned. "Your mom said no basement this time, remember?"

"Aaawwww!!" Andy moaned. "But I wanna go see Grampa!"

"Mom, go tell Dad to come upstairs so that Andy can see him," Jazz instructed.

Maddie placed her hands on her hips. "Why can't Andy just go down and see him?" she wondered.

"Because Sam doesn't want him down there today, that's why."

"What's wrong with him going downstairs?"

Jazz frowned and crossed her arms. "Mom!" she exclaimed. "Sam just doesn't want him to go downstairs today! She's worried that too much of this ghost stuff will fill his head with ideas that could get him hurt!"

"Andy's a Fenton, Jasmine," Maddie replied with a grin. "He won't get hurt in the lab—!"

Jazz raised an eyebrow. "Um, his dad did," she noted.

"Jazz, come on; Danny wasn't hurt."

"Oh, I'm sure he wasn't; he only walked into the portal, turned it on and got thousands of ghostly volts shot through his fourteen-year-old body!"

Maddie shrugged. "It gave him ghost powers," she replied.

Jazz sighed tiredly and passed a hand over her face. "Okay, whatever," she said. "But Sam asked that Andy doesn't go downstairs, and she's his mother." She looked at Andy for a moment, smiled pitifully at him and rolled her eyes amusingly. "But I guess… she didn't say anything about you guys bringing up a few things to show him."

Andy's eyes brightened at these words and he clapped his hands excitedly.

Maddie smiled back and nodded. "Jack, Dear!" she called out.

There was a thump from the basement. "What is it, Maddie?" he cried back.

"Andrew's here to visit us for a few hours!"

"Oh, goodie! My little Ghost Hunting Partner!" There was another sound of something breaking before the hurried and heavy footsteps of Jack Fenton running up the stairs. The large man with greying hair, wearing a jumpsuit, leaped into view and spread out his arms. "Andy-Boy!"

"Grampa!" Andy exclaimed, running over to him and jumping into his arms.

Jazz listened to them as they began to chatter about all things ghost and leaned over to her mother. "Too bad Danny was never that open with Dad about ghosts," she whispered.

"Danny was a lot shier than Andy," Maddie replied. "Not to mention scared silly of ghosts." Her smile faded away as she looked at Jazz. "Did Sam tell you anything about Tucker's scans? I didn't have a chance to ask him this morning when I helped him move things."

Jazz looked at her sadly and shook her head. "He still hasn't figured out where Danny is," she whispered back.

Maddie sighed and looked at her grandson again. "He will eventually," she replied, although she seemed to reassure herself more than anyone else. "He… will eventually."

*****

Sam came to pick her son up around seven that evening, after clearing the inventory with Tucker at the museum. Though she was slightly disappointed that her son had not had a ghost-free evening with the Fentons, she was pleased to see how happy he had been spending another evening over at their house.

Oblivious to her or to the Fentons, unsuspecting eyes watched the events from above.

"Hmm… My, my, he certainly looks like the one I was ordered to capture… But how do I know it for sure? And where are the Spirit Gems that he is supposed to have?"

Down below, Andy walked out of the house with his mother, all the while waving goodbye to those within the building. Once the door was closed, he climbed into the sports car and his mother, after getting into the driver's seat, drove off.

"And if this is the one I am supposed to grab, why does he not set off any ghostly detection? Mystery hangs around this family of Ghost experts. I may need to lay low and keep an eye on them for a while."

*****
Chapter 6. :w00t: Woo! A long chapter!... or nice lengthy chapter!

Andy LOVES his grandparents to death. Unlike Danny, he relishes the idea that his parents are ghost hunters. He had been exposed to their world since he was a child, and no thanks to the fact that his father is a ghost superhero, Andy is in love with the paranormal.

... And his gramma Maddie's gingersnaps. :D

Ah. The bully is in fact Dash's son, William "Billy" Baxter. He made a teenie cameo in Return of the Hero, when Danny meets Dash for the first time since Grad.

Aaaaannnnd, here Andy finds a special little Gem. Like every little boy, he picks it up and sticks it in his pocket to take it home. He likes how it shines. :heart:

:star: Now, the story is beginning to move...:star:




Enjoy! :D


children, story (c) KicsterAsh
Jazz, Maddie, Jack (c) Hartman
© 2010 - 2024 KicsterAsh
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GhostWolfHybrid's avatar
MMM.... Andy you sneaky little adorable thing.