Disclaimer: I don't own AMDRAG nor DP.

AN: In the last chapter Laoshi and Jake end up at the Zone, Danny changes the password of the portal and Johnathan is on the lab with the Fentons.

Chapter 4: One sleepy half-ghost and Two lost dragons

Danny wanted to go to his bed to sleep, he truly truly did. His eyes were blinking more than usual and his back was a lot more hunched than normal as tiredness entrapped him. He couldn't go just yet, though. His father had sort of arm-locked him after introducing his cousin, then volunteered Danny to help them him out to show cousin Johnathan the precious lab.

"This is the Fenton Ghost catcher! it expunges ghosts! This is the Fenton Creep Stick, the Boomerang... and this is the Fenton bazooka!"

"Isn't it dangerous to have weapons in a house with children?" Johnathan asked with concern. He, as a father, worried about his cousin's two kids.

"Not at all, Johnny, this weapons can't harm humans, only ghosts!" Jack assured "Where were we? Right! this is the improved Ghost Gabber! We fixed the bugs out of it already. It translated anything a ghost say so we can understand it."

"Dad, why don't you show them Mr. Johnathan the Ops Center?" Danny asked as far as he could, getting the suggestion out before the Fenton patriarch managed to turn on the infernal device. Danny certainly didn't want the mechanical voice of the Ghost Gabber echoing everything he said while adding a "fear me" at the end of each phrase.

"Excellent idea, son!" Jack finally let go of Danny as he pulled their visit to the refrigerator where the emergency Jam was kept.

Finally free, Danny started to walk away from the lab, ready to tumble over his mattress and stay there for a century, give it or take a decade. A knock from at his door made him groan, and when his overly peppy sister asked him for his help with getting a ghost to talk to since she was planning on getting an insight from ghostly psychology, he simply tossed his pillow at her.

"Oh, come on Danny, I only need a ghost or two... maybe twenty, and I will have enough first hand information to make my paper of ghost psychology!"

"Didn't you already did that paper?"

"Nope. That one was on ghostly envy, as in, envy of humans towards ghosts, this one will be about ghosts who feel envy of humans."

"Well, good for you, we are in the most haunted town of earth, I'm sure you can get the ghosts that you need in no time."

"I did find them, alright," she huffed, "but YOU send them back to the portal before I could have any interviews."

Danny blinked at that, "Wait did you just complain about me saving the town?" he could only stare numbly at her for a moment.

"Well, when you put it that way..."

"Get out of my room, Jazz," he declared with all the authority a younger brother trying to shoo his annoying sibbling out of his room could gather. Which is not much.

"But-but-"

Danny's eyes flashed green and she recoiled, "All right, be a jerk, why don't you? Then don't come crying to me when I don't mention you when I win a novel prize for this!" She closed her door. Danny banged his face in his mattress, not caring in the least that his pillow as still on the floor. Getting up for it as so no worth the effort.

...

Back into the Ghost Zone.

Random green skinned ghosts, plus the Box Ghost and Skulker, were circling the pair of dragons that plainly didn't belong there.

"Dragons, huh? They will make a fine mount on my wall," Jake swallowed, his gramps was a bit less coiled.

"You will only touch my grandson over my dead body!" Lao-shi stood/floated valiantly. Tension building for a moment.

"WAIT!" A plump blue ghost jumped between them, "I SHALL BE THE ONE TO INSTALL FEAR INTO THIS OVERGROWN, MORTAL LIZARDS! I, THE BOX GHOST!-ACK!" The smoke coming out of the gun in Skulker's grip was clearly the responsible of blasting the weak ghost to kingdoms' come.

"Now, where we? Oh, right, you were about to become the newest addition to my pelt collection."

Jake snapped into action, grabbing his gramps, ducking out of the way of the gun't attack and slamming his tail towards Skulker, who was caught off guard, and sent colliding into the body of a green ghost shaped like a giant amoeba. The ghost of the flaming, green Mohawk was trapped into the middle of the creature. The American Dragon kept on pulling his grandfather into the vast nothingness, figuring he could take him out of the immediate danger and figure out how to get back later. A second later the poor amoeba ghost was blasted into a million pieces, and Jake had barely had time to hid into a purple door that was just floating there. Jake peeked out from the "room" he had entered, seeing Skulker flying forward and into the cloud of mist ahead.

The had gotten lucky, it seems.

"Phew, well, we made it, right, gramps? Gramps?"

"JAKEEEE!" Jake spun around to see the blue dragon being trapped in a giant spider web were a dozen green spiders with red eyes, dribbling purple poison from their maws were nearing to his grandfather. Ups.

"I'm coming grandpa! Hey, take your dirty legs out of him, you stupid bug! Hya, hya hya!" He punched, kicked and even tailed the spiders out of his way "Oh, yeah, who is The Dragon, who is The Dragon-"

"JAKEEEE!"

"Oh, right, saving first, gloating later," Jake's dragon fire made the bugs retreat, his grandfather was tied into a cocoon, so Jake simply cut the spider web it was on, then grabbed the whole cocoon and flied out of the door they had come, back into the green nothingness. Jake heaved, "Well, that was a close one," he cut the coccon, freeing the older dragon, "though I got to say, that I get why ghosts like to go to the human side now. This place is awful."

Lao-shi sighed. "I hope this has helped you see that it is wiser to think before acting. Otherwise you will find yourself lost."

"Yeah, yeah, this is not the best moment for one of your riddles."

"I was being literal," Lao-shi gestured around himself with a claw, thousands of purple doors were floating all over the place, but none of them were the hexagonal one they had come trough.

"Oh, boy. But, hey, let's be optimistic here, we are two awesome dragons who had kicked the ass of evil so many times it has out boots printed in it. So there is nothing out here that we cannot deal with."

"Dragons in the zone? I believe that is against the rules."

"Huh?" Jake turned around to see a very tall ghost in a prim white suit, a face almost a hollow as a skull a sort of detective hat on top of his head. Instead of getting a response to that, the two dragons got shocked in the bat with batons being carried by two identical prison guards.

"Take them to the high security cells, I'm sure that the Punk is responsible for this one."

...

In Fentonworks.

Danny couldn't sleep. His sister visit had taken the blissful sleepiness out of him. Now, he was tired like hell, but his body refused to sleep, no matter how long he kept his eyes closed. The sudden feeling that someone was talking about him only served to annoy him. Maybe he should use this opportunity to get some of his homework done?... nah.

Too stubborn to get up, no matter how aptly sleep avoided him, Danny curled under his blankets. He would get some sleep, there was no denying that.

*knock. knock.* "Hey, Danny, have you seen your cousin Jake?"

"No, but he might have gone out looking for ghosts. He is from your side of the family, right?" Danny couldn't care less where his cousin Jake was, he only knew he wanted his father out, and the mention of ghosts always worked like a charm.

"RIGHT! He must have gone there to look for ghosts!" Jack agreed enthusiastically, then added "We shouldn't let him go to his first ghost hunt on his own!"

"Good- wait, we?"

And so, Danny was pulled out of his bed by his father, who would have pulled the arm out of it's socked if some of the ghostly resistance didn't bleed into his human hald.

It was so not Danny's day.

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AN: I know you expected more action, but I thought that the route of Jack opening the portal, having two dragons tumbling out in front of Jonathan Long (who would manage to miss them somehow) was too predictable, and less exiting.

See you on the next chapter.