AN: Someone requested that this have a continuation. I wasn't planning on it, so it might not be as good or fit well, but I tried. Also, it would be appreciated if you reviewed in english, so that I don't have to use a translator to understand.

Citizens swarm around sidewalks and shops. Shopkeepers banter back and forth with customers over the price and quality of their stock. Cars speed by in a colorful metalic blur and horns honk in a line of vehicles as they tap their watches and pray they won't be late.

A being, timeless, motionless, watches from a dark room. Red eyes flicker around the bright glowing orb in front of him, displaying a mournful scene, one that could – and will – disrupt the entire flow of time. Disaster is going to strike, the loss of one soul changing the fate of the world so drastically.

Yet the being doesn't move, doesn't act. It is not yet time. The right time will come, but is not yet. Humming in thought, the being waves a hand and the orb spins, a multitude of scenes and possibilities playing across one another before coming to a stop at a certain one.

A large brick house, adorned with a strange massive metal constuction on top of its roof, stands solemnly on the street corner, unnervingly quiet and dark to any passer-by. Neighbors whisper about it in hushed, concerned tones and the braver ones walk up to the dark blue doorway to knock and question what is wrong, only to be frightened off with harsh, grieving words.

Inside, two people wander aimlessly, staring dully at discarded wires and inventions, feeling empty holes in their chests and dark clouds in their minds. The third member of the family has left the building, not capable of sitting on the sidelines for any longer.

She marches down the street, fiery hair pulled into a messy ponytail, bags under her bright focused eyes and a steely expression on her face. Her clothes are wrinkled and sweaty from being slept in, but she doesn't care. She stops suddenly and spins to face the doorway to a large mansion, though the size or detail of the structure doesn't impress her.

She knocks sharply on the oranate door, stepping back to allow it to open. It does and a fancy figure is revealed, with a black dress suit and pants and holding himself straight and proper. He takes one look at her clothing and state before stepping back to allow her to pass with a barely concealed sneer.

She does, she knows she's a guest, if not a welcomed one, and heads to the massive stairs without a word. The butler hurmphs behind her and closes the door as she reaches the top of the staircase. Walking around two corners in the sickeningly pink hallway, she comes to another door. It is black as night, with a cracked gray skull painted at eye-level and the words 'enter if you dare' written below it.

The girl gives it no thought as she pushes through and four worried empty eyes look to her from tired faces and exhausted bodies. A boy and girl, a few years younger than the redhead are sitting a queen-sized black bed, with technology and papers spread between them.

"Jazz," the younger girl begins, though loses her voice when the older sadly shakes her head. "I know," she whispers, eyes glistening with tears. She's surpised she has any left to cry.

The three children, for that's who they are at heart, stare sorrowfully at one another, at a loss of what to do. They sit at the bed; it feels like sitting on needles instead of the expensive silk, since they're sitting there and are not out there doing something. They stay like that, lost in dark thoughts for hours, before the boy has had enough.

He slams his hands onto the bed sheets, frustrated when he doesn't get the desired loud noise. He breaths deeply as he speaks. "That's it. We can't just sit here and mope. We need to do something."

The girls look up at the decleration, dull eyes startled and unsure, before that familiar spark takes over. They have to do something, have to try at least. Their friend would have for them; Danny would never give up on them.

Still, they are silent as they mouth "but what?" to the boy and he deflates as reality slaps him in the face, hard. For all his talk, he was as lost and worried as his two companions. The girls look at each other, steely violet eyes meeting fidgeting teal ones, and the black-haired girl decides she has had enough as well.

"There's gotta be something." She says, voice forcefully strong as her heart is slowly crushed. "All detectors were useless. So he must be hiding his ecto-signiture. And that's about the only thing we have to track him by. Oh, God."

They sit in silence again as the girl buries her face in her hands, tangled black hair falling messily around her head. A shuddering sob wracks her form before she composes herself. "If only we had something that could track him across long distances or, or dimensions!" She whispers to herself in a devastated tone.

She knows Danny probably thinks he needs space, but in reality that's the last thing he needs. Especially after what happened. She doesn't have to be a psycholigist to know that.

A sudden gasp startles her as Jazz bolts to her feet and starts pacing urgently around. "Sam, that's genius!" She exclaims, a fierce light unseen since the disappearance of her brother entering her eyes and seeming to lift the black cloud of grief ever so slightly.

Voice rising, the redhead continues. "We need something that can track him even when he tries to avoid it. Like the boomerang!" She is nearly shouting at the end of her speech. She can see the gears in her companions' heads start to turn and function. "Danny told me to get rid of all of them, but I kept one hidden. It's still in the lab!"

The other two are on their feet in an instance and all go racing down the long staircase and out the front door, nearly ripping it off of its hinges. They weave through the swarm of people in the street, not holding back from elbowing their way through even as people spit and curse at them.

A strange tall house comes into view and the three skid to a stop at its doorway. They don't knock, they don't need to, it isn't necessary, Jazz lives here and they have more important tasks. They tear through a yellow-hued kitchen, paying no mind to the scattered coffee mugs and discarded half-full cans of fudge.

A sturdy metal door stands at the other side of the dinner table and the three teenagers slide around it gracefully and one of them grabs the cold knob on the silver door. It opens with ease and they nearly trip over one another as they hurry down another staircase. They pile into a gleaming room with walls covered in metal and clean tables with test tubes and various glassware.

The redhead moves forward to a seemless panel of metal on the wall and pushed on two of its corners. There's a subtle click and she pulls one side of the covering up to reveal a hidden shelf filled with papers and graphs and a strange silver and green crooked metal tube.

She grabs the unusual device and instantly starts fiddling with its settings as it starts to beep and blink with lights. A few moments of anticipation go by in silence before she heaves a sigh of relief. "It works. Should be able to track him even in Ghost Zone. Tucker?"

The male nods and gives her a thumbs up from his place behind a large computer that he hacked with his trusty PDA. A hexagonal striped yellow and black 'danger' panel slides into the wall to reveal a swirling mass of green matter.

Jazz leans back and arcs her hand behind her head, before she jerks forward and sends the boomerang in her hand flying straight at the now-opened portal. The metal object beeps, starts spinning in place, then speeds into the green screen.

It disappears just as the teenagers start to climb into a floating oval vehicle in order to follow it. They are stopped, however, when they hear a clang and the tracker bounces back into the room, deactivated.

Jazz stares in horror and starts to wail in despair, the other two only stare at their only hope in paniced disbelief, silent 'no's caught in their throats. Sam reaches a tentative hand towards it, when the surface of the portal shimmers and bends and another object passes through.

Naturally white hair, bright, bright green eyes, a lean muscular built and a soft inviting glow. A small sihluette stumbles into the room, eyes wide and movements jerky and jumpy, as though recovering from a traumatic experience. With a scream and tears of joy, the black-haired girl launches herself forward and tackles the confused figure. The dark-skinned male and redhead follow shortly after, making a dog-pile on top of the smallest boy and laughing in pure unmatched joy.

No words need to be spoken, they will figure out the details later. What matters is that their family is together and complete. They don't pay attention to how light their friend has become, how his skin seems partially intangible or made out of gas. They don't question why he has not changed back to his human form. Because, be it human, ghost or something in between, they were family to the end.

A being, stoic and expressionless watches from his tower through a bright luminescent orb. He brings his staff forward and gently clicks the top of it, letting himself be transported to the happy reunion. A unique medailon hangs on a dark blue ribbon from his hand. He reaches forward and places it on the glowing boy's neck, waiting as he blinks at the sudden weight on his neck and looks at the frozen world around him.

He gazes up and catches sight of the ancient being, smiling softly in hope and relief. In response, the being smiles ever so slightly and touches the top of his staff to the boy's head.

The world around them flashes, the memories of the last day being removed from the child's mind. The dark alleyway, the coldness of his unstable core, the argument with his parents; it all disappears, leaving behind only faint emotional imprints. After the process, they are standing in a baby blue living room, faced with the frozen worried faces of the boy's parents that await their child to tell them what is wrong.

The boy fidgets as he is brought back to the moment he reveals himself to the people he callled mother and father, his knowledge of anything afterwards being forgotten. He opens his mouth to speak, when he notices that the faces are still and recognizes the new weight around his neck. He gazes up and smiles brightly upon seeing the old guardian.

The being gives a rare tiny smile, a slight upturn of his lips, in response. He places a wrinkled hand on the boy's shoulder and says kindly. "Not yet. It's not the right time. They're not ready." The boy's expression falls a little, eyes flickering downwards and color dulling. He was so sure.

"Do not fret. They will be ready, in time."

I know, not the ending most people will have wanted, but this is what works for me. I just couldn't torture him all the way. Also, this is only a two-shot. There won't be any sequel or anything.