Jasmine Fenton knew her parents. More than anything, she knew her parents weren't the best parents she could have. She knew her parents weren't the worst parents she could have either. And she knew that they were the worst parents someone like her little brother could have. Her brother, Daniel Nathaniel Fenton, eight years old, was a sweetie. Sensitive and empathetic, innocent in a way she couldn't understand, and very—very impressionable. Jasmine had always did her best to protect her baby brother from her parents destructive ways, she did her best to keep him away from her parents scientific drivel, from their disregarding attitude at their everyday problems.

For an eleven year old, she liked to think she did pretty good. It wasn't good enough, though. She knew it, and it hit home with her when her baby brother waddled in one night, tears in his eyes, whimpering about nightmares he couldn't control. He hadn't gone to their parents. He hadn't crawled into their beds. He didn't trust them enough to do that.

He only trusted her; and her heart swelled with pride and sorrow at that.

"Spazzy," He whimpered, crawling into her bed like he did so many times before. "I had a nightmare."

"I know, Little Brother," She reassured, playing with his hair as he curled up beside her, cuddling with his space-bear she given to him for Christmas last year. She frowned at that memory, remembering his tears, her parents loud, angry yelling. "I do too. We all do."

"I—it was—I don't—I'm scared, Jazz." He whispered in the darkness that surrounded them. They were alone, just like they had always been.

"Shh..." She crooned, rubbing his back. "I promise, baby brother. No matter what happens, I'll be here for you."

Danny sobbed into her chest that night, quiet little whimpers that their negligent parents never bothered to hear. He had another nightmare, it scared him, and his parents didn't care about it. Only Jazz did. She always would. She just hoped she wouldn't always be the only one.

"Sleep, baby brother. I promise when you wake up I will be here." Jazz snuggled her precious little brother, holding him tight in a hug that he would never receive from their obsessive, crazy parents. "Have gentle dreams, baby brother, I will hold you until everything is right again. I love you, Danny."

Her sweet nothings calmed Danny, in a way that her parents never could—never would. "I love you, big sis."

"I love you most." She replied, pulling the blanket closer to her, pretending that it would comfort her as well. Pretending someone was holding her in the way she held her baby brother. Imagining that, when she would wake, someone who loved her would be reassuring her that everything is alright.

Because Danny wasn't the only one who got nightmares.

I just reentered the Phandom. This is the result.