A/N: Hi! It's been awhile, hasn't it? I've recently started college, and well, most of my time is spent immersed in work, ugh. But it's all good! I'm back with another "deleted scene." Now, unlike the carefully planned out APS, there is no rhyme or reason to these extra stories. I will merely post them as a write them. So...here's the next one...

Anyone ever wonder why you didn't get Danny's POV on quite a few things? Well, it would've given away too much, of course! But why deny you of the chance to read Danny's POV? Here it is...in neon lights! Well, not really, but you can pretend.

Timeline: This is set in the second half of Chapter 4, beginning with where Danny is riding with Sam and Jazz. I also threw in the same scene from this chapter from a different POV. So there ya go! Same scene with 3 POVs! (In all, including Jazz's.)

Thanks for reading! And thanks to my reviewer, who sparked this update. :)

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom.

Chapter Four (partial): Danny: Relations

I was dreading the moment when Sam would get out of the car. Why? The thought of having to be alone with Jazz. Again, why? The matter was simple; she hated me. I didn't know why, but she hated me. I didn't have a clue what we were going to talk about once we let Sam out.

Suddenly, Jazz slapped Sam. I jumped in surprise.

"Hey, what was that for?" Sam asked.

"You'll find out when I get back home this afternoon," Jazz answered, with a hint of anger in her tone.

Home? Did that mean the two lived together? I wondered if they were related; they didn't look it if they were.

Jazz pulled up to the curb in front of what I assumed was her house. I glanced out the window and looked at the house, confused. It looked familiar, but I couldn't place it in my memory. Sam slid out of the car and slammed the door behind her.

As I was gazing out the window, I saw the door to the house beginning to open, but before I could see who was behind the door, Jazz interrupted my thinking.

"You can come sit up front if you want," she told me. I slid to the right side of the car and opened the door. I pushed the door shut, and right after I set my hand on the passenger-side door, I caught sight of someone very familiar looking.

Clara.

There she was, standing in the doorway, staring at me with a worried expression on her face. After my initial shock of seeing her, I smiled. I couldn't believe how lucky I was! How impossible was it that Clara lived in the same town as the Star did? Taking Vlad down was going to be easier than I had ever imagined.

Clara and I would be able to meet and talk everything out in person instead of having to talk over the phone. Every difficult point that I had dreamed up in my mind vanished and was replaced by the soothing knowledge that Clara was here, mere minutes away from me.

But if our entire mission was suddenly easier, why did she look so worried? Her gaze kept shifting between me and Jazz. What was wrong? She looked worried. Why was she worried? I frowned.

The window rolled down. "You can open the door," Jazz said from inside the car. "I won't bite."

I shook my head and opened the door. There wasn't much I could do now anyway. Clara was shutting the door behind Sam, and Jazz was probably thinking I was crazy for standing outside for no apparent reason.

I snapped my seat belt in place once I was in the car and slumped down in the seat. There were so many things I had to think through now. I would have to find time to meet with Clara, and it would have to be somewhere and sometime Vlad couldn't find us. But at the moment, I knew I had to be more concerned easing the tension between me and Jazz. She hadn't said a word since pulling off, so I figured I should say something before things got more awkward.

"Why did we have to drop Sam off?" I asked the first thing that popped into my mind.

Jazz smiled a little. "She has to come straight home from school every afternoon because she's grounded."

"What did she do?" I asked.

"Let's just say it involved five snakes and ten mice." Even more confused than ever, I turned to look out the window. Maybe she wouldn't realize I had no clue what she was talking about.

A few moments of silence passed, and Jazz still didn't say anything. I nearly sighed. I didn't know how to keep a conversation going. I was going to have to wing it. So I said the next logical thing.

"Is she your sister? You don't look like her."

Jazz's reply was swift and sharp.

"No, she's not my sister."

"Oh," I replied. I looked back at her. "Cousin or something?" I figured they had to be related. Most people only lived together if they were related somehow; at least, I thought that was how real families worked.

"No. We're not related," Jazz replied. I raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out why she seemed so upset by this subject. "Why are you assuming that we are?" she asked. I was going to say something about it being obvious, but before I did, I remembered that she had never outright told me that that was her house. I had just picked that information up from the conversation.

"After you hit her," I began, "you said you'll be home later tonight." After another second of silence, Jazz brought up a subject.

"You have a brother or sister?" I bit my lip and didn't answer immediately. I turned to stare at the window. I didn't want to talk about this subject.

"Yes," I finally decided to answer. Telling the truth was better than lying, I supposed. Maybe she would just leave it at that.

"He or she at Casper?" I pursed my lips. Why wouldn't she shut up?

"No," I told her.

"Too young?"

"No."

"Too old?"

"No."

She didn't ask another question. I figured she must have realized this wasn't a subject I wanted to talk about. But while we on the subject, because this was the most the two of us had ever talked, I had a question for her.

"Do you have a sibling?"

I could tell the question had taken her by surprise. Even more surprising was her answer.

"It's been awhile since I've seen him, but yeah, I have a brother."

My response was instant. "I'm sorry." She looked at me, clearly surprised. I knew there was no way for her to realize that I knew exactly what she was feeling, but I wanted her know that I understood her feelings.

"M'kay. So are you ready to dig into some Spanish?" Jazz asked. She was obviously trying to change the subject now.

"Do you want to know something funny?" was my response. It was time for my big reveal.

"What?"

"Spanish is my best subject."

As we sat and talked about school stuff, all that was running through the back of my mind was how great and unexpected it was to run into Clara again. I was ready to start making plans to take Vlad down.

But I was also thinking of Jazz's nameless brother, and how I wished that, even if I never saw my Jazz again, this Jazz could see her brother again.

Chapter Four (partial): Patty: Relations

I was sitting at the kitchen table, mulling things over. I thought about Danny nearly every day now. I didn't know how much longer I could wait until his next call. I knew that he could only get away from Vlad every now and then, but I was beginning to get worried. He hadn't called with an update for over three months. How long would it be until he and Vlad located the Star?

How long until we had to work together perfectly to save an innocent person from an untimely death?

There was so much we would have to get straight before going in to attack Vlad. We would have to figure out the right time to initiate our attack. And who knew where the Star lived? He or she could be half way around the world. How would I get there? I didn't have enough money to go, let alone enough time. What would I tell Jazz and Sam? Would they ask questions?

And the scariest thought of all: what if we failed? What if...I didn't come back?

I shook my head clear of these thoughts. I didn't even know where the Star was; why should I get worked up over insignificant details that I was making up in my head?

Glancing at the clock, I knew the girls would be getting home any minute; at least, Sam had better be getting home any minute. She was still grounded for releasing those mice in the school.

Right as that thought hit me, I heard a car door shut outside. I stood up and looked out the window. Instead of parking in her usual spot, Jazz had pulled to the curb in front of the house. Sam was walking toward the front door. Confused, I started to open the door so I could talk to Sam.

As soon as the door was completely open, the back door of the car opened. I nearly fainted when I saw who was stepping out of it.

It was Danny. My eyes widened in disbelief, but I carefully masked my surprise. I couldn't afford Sam to start asking any questions.

This was bad; this was very bad.

Why that was the first thought that ran through my mind was beyond me. Hadn't I just been worried about getting in touch with Danny? And now here he was, in my town. Contacting him would be simple and taking Vlad down would be easier.

As Sam walked through the door, she asked. "You okay?"

I waved her off. "Yeah."

Danny smiled at me, but I couldn't bring myself to smile back at him. What was he doing with Jazz? Did he know she was his sister? Did Jazz know? I looked back and forth between the two of them.

The window rolled down and I heard Jazz mumble something to Danny. He got in the car right as I shut the door.

Sam was still standing in the living room. "What's up? Why were you staring at them?"

I raised an eyebrow. "Jazz drives off with a strange boy in her car and you expect me not to worry?" I asked. Sometimes keeping up a front for Sam and Jazz was exhausting; other times it was easy. This time, I wasn't sure which it was.

Sam laughed. "You know Jazz; that's no boy she's interested in. He's knew at school and she's tutoring him at the library."

I was still confused. Why was Danny in school? Were they not looking for the Star—who, I realized, must be someone in town. That would be the only reason they would be here.

"Why doesn't she just tutor him here?" I asked, moving past Sam and into the kitchen. I finally figured out that out this was one of those exhausting times. After all, I already knew the answer to my question, but I knew it would be the next expected question.

Sam smirked. "Because his name is Danny, and I've decided to help Jazz get over her aversion of the name Danny. I got her to offer to tutor him."

I rolled my eyes. "At least you're finally doing something good for her."

Sam smiled big. "Well, I got things to do; see ya later."

With that, Sam rushed upstairs, leaving me to wonder just where everything was going to lead to now. Would Danny or Jazz figure out the ultimate secret lurking between them. If they did, would Danny be angry with me? Would he subconsciously remember me from his childhood now that I was back in the familiar environment he may recognize? And how ironic was it that, out of all the Dannys in the world, Sam had chosen this Danny to be the guinea pig for Jazz to get over her fear?

I realized with a sigh that keeping up my front was about to get difficult. And now, along with the unanswered questions from before, I also had the new questions to ponder.

I wasn't sure if my mental health was stable enough to endure this facade anymore. But where would everything end?

We shall see...

A/N: Yay! Patty POV! I love Patty, I really do. :) Anyway, as you can see, and probably figured out with the reading of APS, there was a lot more going on in that short scene where Jazz was irritated at Danny for stalling outside the car. Review please and lemmie know your thoughts!

Random fun fact: Did you know that the … (called an ellipses) means that something has been omitted? Though we as writers often use the … to stall or slow the story or to create a pause when someone is speaking, it's true meaning played an important part in the first introduction of APS. For anyone who knew what the ellipses meant, he or she could wonder just what was omitted from the story. The omitted part of the story is stuck in the last chapter.