Contrary to the type of help Jazz gave, she knew she was no licensed therapist.
It was amazing sometimes what his parents were oblivious to, Danny thought from the backseat. He hunched behind Jazz, who was up in arms in his defense right now. They had removed the Fenton Phone and other equipment they had made for dealing with ghosts from his backpack. Yet, they failed to remember that Danny had a legit cell phone.
"They're insisting on it."
"Pretend you actually went cray cray and make an escape."
"Cray cray?"
"It's a thing Sam."
"Guys! Help, please!"
"Jazz?"
"Not working on them yet. Still driving there."
"Tell them you already have a solid support system."
"Yeah yeah! Include them dude! Try that one!"
Danny leaned around his sister. "Mom? You two know that you make a great support system with Jazz, right? And I can always talk to Sam and Tucker about things? Ghost stuff or personal issues?"
"We'd feel better if you would visit a professional. Honey, we can gather that there are some things you haven't even told them or us with those nightmares that wake you every now and then."
"Every child has something they don't wish to talk to everyone about," Jazz began up again.
Danny slouched back and went back to his cell phone. Several new messages had came in during that short time.
"Jazz can be your therapy person. She's been it for all these years anyway."
"Wow. Dude. Your sister is talented. Is she still talking to your rents?"
"Tucker?"
"I sent you the link Sam. Danny, your sister just posted it up online."
"I see it. Can't believe she still is using that handle. GhostGetter001. This could work Danny."
"Dude. Got an idea. I'm going to mass text everyone. Change of Jazz's plan."
"Just called Paulina & Im gettin Kwan & guys there Fenton. Where u at?"
"That's even better than Jazz's idea. Official and not just viewed as a mass of teenager annoyance."
"I know I'm awesome."
"Not that awesome Tucker."
"How dare they mess with my ghost boy!? There is nothing wrong with your head! We're coming for you! Mwah, mwah!"
"Gotcha Fenton. Bringing Mikey into this too."
"Hey Danny, this is Mikey. I'm bringing along Nathan and Spike jumped on board. Mr. Lancer wants to know if your parents have a cell phone he can call them on. He brought up Penelope Spectra as a point."
Danny blinked at the mass of texts. Sam and Tucker was a given. He knew Dash and Paulina sent a couple, Mikey told him that it was him, but the other unknown number he wasn't too sure on. Kwan maybe? Danny quickly added Mikey's name to the one number, then Kwan's to the other with a question mark in case he was wrong. And Mr. Lancer too?
"Sam, Tucker, my phone just started going text crazy," he typed into their group text. "What did Jazz put online? And what did you do Tucker?"
"Mikey, no, they don't have cell phones. Already tried the Spectra thing against them."
"Dash, not sure. Looks like downtown."
"I no where thats at. B there w guys."
Danny blinked, ignoring the new texts to type back to Dash. "How do you know where that's at?"
"Cork it Fenton!"
So much for that story.
"Danny, they can't make you talk or anything. You should be good. I got the wires Tucker asked for. Mikey."
"Danny, did everyone just ditch me? I'm taking 20 from your room to get Tori and me pizza. Dani."
"Use your own money Dani. I got kidnapped."
"Yeah right. You still have your cell phone. 20's mine. Dani."
"By mom and dad."
"Huh. Figures they'd forget a cell. Oooh! Just saw the bag of your ghost stuff at home. Dani."
"You still can't have my money Dani. You have just as much reason to be dragged to a therapist as I do."
"Uh, gross. Did you just threaten me in taking me down with you? No meat lovers for you Danny. Dani."
He stared at his cell phone in disbelief. That little brat. He was stuck suffering and she couldn't care less, much less if she did get dragged in by his parents later. "It's my money!"
"Haha. Dani."
Danny hit his head onto the back of the seat. Then he looked back down for a new message.
"Danny, Tucker went crazy here. Val." Curious at that text message, Danny opened the image attachment to see a snapshot Valerie had taken from her new secretary desk working for Mayor Foley. Tucker was pumping his fist into the air…while dancing on his desk.
"Tucker's got something Danny."
"What is it? I see you celebrating on your desk Tuck."
"Dude, I'm mayor still, I got people and can do what I want. Jazz got her phone?"
"Ignore Tucker Danny, he's an idiot. Jazz got her message online idiot."
"Oh right… Sent. Tell her to check it. We got coverage from out of town. Jazz is good."
Jazz is what? He shook his head, baffled. Wasn't this about getting him to be good and out of dealing with another crockpot therapist? Danny leaned forward and tapped Jazz, who was still rambling on about percentages to their parents. "Check your phone," he whispered as loudly as he dared.
"Thank you for reminding me Danny. Phones please kids," their mom insisted. She stuck her hand back. Both cell phones disappeared. Jazz fell silent from her arguments after this. The only noise heard was the Fenton RV as it made a turn and began to slow down.
All the Fentons went wide eyed at the view in front of the downtown building. Well, Sam did enjoy a good protest and Danny had the vague idea the fan club had rallied as well, but the shear amount was astounding. Sure enough, he saw Dash and Kwan with the football team there. Mikey, Nathan, and Spike dashed about with wires. What Tucker needed them for, Danny still had not a clue. Danny took a good look at several of the signs, confused that most seemed to Jazz's name on it. Paulina seemed to not care about what the main group was doing as her and Star held up signs calling for 'Ghost Boy Rights' in glitter speckled green.
Then the television was completely wired up and turned on for them to see a group of familiar superheroes from Jump City holding up an official looking certificate. Danny squinted and then cracked up into laughter.
They had gone and made Jazz a specialized therapist for heroes, with what looked like signatures and praise and reviews from her college professors and the therapy place she interned at and the people of the magazine she had several of her papers published.
Red faced, Jazz stuttered out her lies when their parents asked her why she never told them about this. "I…I…I'm well…I have Danny for a brother after all…and…and…it's not like many delve into that…and I uh…I never…never told you…because…well…heroes have secret identities?"
Silverwing013: While I have had fun writing up several of these pieces, I feel like I'm running on fumes on my Contrary pieces. There are a few left in my head, but I have yet to figure out how to get them worked into a piece. Such as the Pear brand in Danny Phantom. No, I am not joking on that one. There is the Nickelodeon Pear brand sneaked into an episode of Danny Phantom. However, most of the character driven ones are lacking in me right now. And I love the character piece ones. I am going to tentatively place Contrary as complete. Other stories in my head and on my laptop are pulling more of my attention lately. So I will let them do that. Perhaps I'll come back and add one, but who knows? I will remain pleased with several of these.
Jazz explaining to Sam how she truly is Ghost Getter Number One, Valerie touching Danny's stars, Tucker being on a power trip as mayor, Mr. Lancer becoming like a family member to Danny and the family photo they all took together, Ida Manson's new dog, Vlad delivering boxes of fruit loops from 'beyond the grave', Tucker and Danny putting down their ghost zone crimes on a sample job application, the Box Ghost getting a job in Amity Park, Dash being the team player that he is and working with Danny and Tucker, Mikey pointing out who the worst A-Lister truly is, Jazz getting a moment to be a child, Elliot being served a little justice and understanding, Clockwork giving Jazz a pep up after she goes to him about taking her little brother's place, Danny showing he's maybe a just too kind, Paulina getting a fair go in being a romantic partner with Danny, Sidney and Danny becoming locker buddies.
Wow.
So much there.
I can live with all of these.