Disc 10

Hello New America! Jacklyn and Savannah Manson here, taking a brief break from your PARTY neuroradio songs to bring you today's news! What's happening today, Jacklyn?

Awesome. Today's date – Christmas! December the twenty fifth-

Or, Deckember. You still say it like a Millennial!

Yeah, yeah. Well, I don't know about any of you, but we definitely need to step up our game in the Olympics! Ever since Curiosity II blasted off to Marsh, things have just been golden for the Remens. Crimes are at an all time low. Their medical expertise on restoring eyesight combined with free healthcare and affordable housing has prompted a mass immigration to the country. This appears to be reflected in ironically named Olympic athlete Neo Beste, who has currently won seven gold medals at this one event.

That's just one under the current record!

That's right! And he's not done yet; he's entered in several other competitions. The record, for all we know, may not stand that much longer.

This is truly a historical moment. We wish Neo the best of luck with his 'new best', hehe.

Ha-ha. Terrible pun, you. Anyways, back to your free listening! Up next is 'Narsty Explosiunz' by UndertheH001, enjoy!

Somebody was walking across Jazz's grave. It caused a sudden shiver that ran down her spine like cold water, and she froze.

Somebody was walking across her grave. Jazz knew not how nor why she knew, but she did.

"And I watched them grow up, but those damn kids'll never know- hey! Are you even listening?" Jazz jumped, and dropped her pen on the ground. She bent to pick it up from where they were sitting on a rock floating in the middle of the Ghost Zone.

"Sorry, Mr Newando." Jazz reddened, looking up with a smile at the huffy old spirit.

"Mr I Newando, young lady. Ivan, named after my grandfather. He taught me respect for my elders."

"I'm sorry, Mr I Newando." Jazz tried to concentrate, but the feeling was still there. She had to investigate. "But I have to-"

"I suppose you wanted to know how I died, eh? Nothing about my life, my wide range of positions, I mean, in the job field?" The ghost fumed.

"Well, actually-"

"Fine, you nosy little girl. I kicked the bucket far, far too young for what I should have had, at the age of sixty nine. Sixty nine! You see, it was all because I was left handed, and this goat-"

Jazz felt herself shiver once again. She capped her pen and stood up. "I'm really sorry, uh, sir. I've got to go."

"...and he chased me right up the hill, but at that point my heart-" Ivan looked up, with an air of extreme irritation. "What's this? Are you interrupting me again, young lady?"

"Sorry. Uh..." She saw Technus floating past, and quickly called him over. "Hey, look! You guys are about the same age- I mean, you have really similar interests! I'll be right back..."

"Come back here!" Ivan growled, and looked to Technus. The ghost of electronics smiled nervously, trying to cover his face. "Wait, you look familiar..."

"Whippersnappers, am I right?" Technus quickly supplied.

Ivan frowned. "Hey, I know you! You're the ghost who stole my- wait, aren't you supposed to be in prison?"

Technus bolted.

Meanwhile, Jazz had dashed through the Ghost Zone, avoiding rocks and other obstacles along the way. She crossed through the Fenton Portal, taking a moment to stare around at the lab.

In the days following the accident she had been loath to return to her old house; walking in it with the knowledge that this loved life was lost forever to her was too painful. She tried to distance herself, shut herself off in the Ghost Zone in an attempt to stop herself dwelling on the past. But this image of the messy old lab - which was not just a house to her but a home – invoked deep feelings of sadness and isolation within the orange haired ghost.

"Maddie?" There was Jack's booming voice, and Jazz gasped. "Where's Danny gone? He needs to clean the lab!"

He sounded like he was making his way down to Jazz's position, but she was long gone before he got there. She did not want a repeat of the first time she tried to return.

So she followed the pull, which brought her to a hill with a lone tree on top of the park, where two figures stood backs facing her, staring into the sunset. One was a raven-haired teenager with slumping shoulders. The other was dressed all in black with orange streaming past her shoulders, holding something thin and plastic and square in her right hand.

Jazz walked closer, and saw that Jasmine was situated behind Danny; he was most likely unaware of her presence. So she tapped Jasmine on the shoulder, causing her to jump and turn quickly. Jazz raised a disapproving eyebrow at her creeping antics.

Jasmine held up a finger.

"Oh no, you don't." She shoved the older ghost into Danny, who yelped in surprise and fell over.

"Whoops." Jazz grinned mischievously like a younger sibling. Jasmine shot her a look before offering a hand.

"Sorry."

"Sorry?" Danny growled, getting up on his own. "What are you doing here?!"

Jazz's smile disappeared. "Hey, little bro. Calm down."

"Calm down, will ya?" Jasmine took a step back as Danny brushed himself off. "I'm not here to hurt you."

"Yeah? Well, I'm busy." Danny retorted, and turned his back. "They're going to put a bench here for Jazz."

Jazz frowned. "Why would they do that? Who's going to sit up here so far away from the path anyway?"

"Good point." Jasmine cracked a grin. "What about a library instead?"

"Oh, I could trust you to make a joke right now." Danny muttered. "Just... go away. Go back to your timeline, where you have a brother and stuff."

"Hey, where is Grim, Jasmine?"

Jasmine walked a step closer. "He would've come, but I came to talk to you. And you probably guessed that he's not good with talking."

"Great to hear, but I'm not interested." Danny refused to face Jasmine. "So go away."

"Danny?" Jazz was dismayed. "Just hear her out."

"Come on, Danny. Just hear me out." Jasmine slotted the square object into Danny's hand.

"What's this?" He scowled, pocketing the object.

"Just a disc." Jasmine quickly supplied. "Look, I just wanted to warn you. Don't get hung up in the past."

Jazz was nodding. "Good advice."

Danny turned around, eyes flashing green. "What, like you did?"

"That is a notable example."

"Oh, come on." Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "I'm nothing like you. I'd never do the awful things you did!"

"I'm not saying you would." Jasmine checked her nails, an action betraying her impatience. "You do have the luxury of at least knowing where Jazz is."

That was a mistake, as it turned out. Because the next second Jasmine found herself roughly pinned against the bark of a tree.

"Danny!" Jazz walked closer. "What are you doing!"

Danny's furious green eyes burned into Jasmine's. "What, did you just say? That it's a luxury my sister died?"

"Nope. That, eh, sounded a tad bit better in my head." Her eyes wandered over to Jazz. "What would your sister say?"

Jazz gave the thumbs up to her different-timeline counterpart.

"I dunno." Danny showed no sign of letting go. "She's probably telling you to go away!"

"Actually," Jazz piped up. "I'm not."

"She says, 'Actually-"

"Whatever." Danny suddenly released Jasmine. "You'd just pretend you know what she's saying."

"No, I've been translating the entire time." Jasmine rubbed her wrists.

"Jazz wouldn't say half the things you've said!" Danny snapped. "I don't trust you."

"Danny, calm down." Jazz tried to touch her brother's shoulder, but it only phased through. She quickly withdrew her hand.

"Calm down, Danny." Jasmine took hold of her time medallion. "Look, I'll go if you really want me to, bu-"

"Yes, I do." Danny crossed his arms.

"Wait, Jasmine!" Jazz started, but that interruption was the last straw. Angrily, she tore off the medallion and disappeared back into her own timeline, leaving behind – most likely by accident – a battered thermos. Before Danny could notice, Jazz quickly grabbed it.

Danny was looking into the sunset once more, only this time Jazz stood by him.

"Hey, little bro." Jazz grimaced. "I know you're hurt, but we'll see each other again. You just gotta hang in there, okay?"

Danny sighed, turned and walked straight through Jazz, down the hill. She continued speaking. "Okay. I love you. I'll see you again."

And then she took off back towards the Ghost Zone.

Fin.

Hello everybody! Did you enjoy the last chapter of Sibling Secrets? I certainly did; it's my second book ever finished and by far my longest! I feel pretty much exactly like this: watch?v=aKYdq8fEvME xD

From here? Well, there's three things I'm happy to do (and maybe juggle two of them at the same time?):

1) Continue writing a different fanfiction story I've started. Valerie Trip, Jack in the Days, Season Four; there's a lot of stories on here I've never finished.

2) Write a sequel to Sibling Secrets. I've a good idea what I will do already.

(My personal favourite) 3) Convert Sibling Secrets to original fiction. I've already done the first five chapters over on Fictionpress.

Let me know what you think! Regardless, I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas and a happy 2016! :D