Okay, I am not sure if many of you knew what was going on, but some real heavy stuff happened all at once in my life and on top of that, I had lost all of my stories when my computer crashed and died. I have since then been trying to revive them straight from memory, and I've come up with some new one too, but that is besides the point. I've managed to find old hand written documents for most of my fics so most of them will be completed, but some might be hanging for a long time. But in the mean time, the rest of this fic is coming together. After reading the notes on this, I found that this Chapter was to be deleted and re-written and so it has been.

Happy reading all! Fay.

Chapter 6-Instinct of Creativeness

Danny was four, Jazz was six. Like any other pairs of siblings, they fought, almost constantly. Many a time Jack and Maddie had to defuse a situation that would have led to broken rockets or torn-up stuffed animals. Sometimes even fists were introduced, but it was a very rare occasion. Both Jazz and Danny were hardly fighters, even from a young age, but sometimes, things happened.

Jack remembered a particularly bad time when something had caused Jazz to go berserk. He hadn't remembered what it was exactly (whoever did anyway?), but he remembered the consequences after it happened. Both he and Maddie had been in the lab when they heard Jazz screaming like a banshee from upstairs then the horrifying thuds of a body tumbling down the stairs. Jack just knew something was wrong, he could feel it in his gut and the fear was overwhelming.

He was the first one up into the kitchen and then to the living room. He saw Jazz, bent over a sprawled Danny on the floor, shaking him, trying to wake him up and crying. The rest was really all a blur as Maddie called 911 and Jack tried to figure out what Jazz was trying to say. It turned out that the screaming had been Danny as Jazz backed him up to the steps, accusing him of something. It had all been an accident but Danny wasn't stirring at all. The EMTs came in, carried Danny out and Jack went with them, Maddie watched Jazz and followed in the car. In the ambulance, Jack kept trying to rouse Danny as the paramedics worked on him. The loud sirens made Jack scream over them and eventually, Danny did wake up, but he started screaming when he did so. The EMTs hadn't finished their job yet and hadn't administered the anesthetics to deaden any pain Danny might wake up with. However, soon after he woke up in the back of the ambulance, they wrestled with him, Jack holding his son down while the men stuck him with a needle and administered the pain killer. When they got to the hospital, Jack knew something was wrong beyond what the fall had done to his young son. They carted Danny into the ER, cutting Jack off from further following them, but he heard people rushing around behind that door in a great hurry. It was hours before they received any news. Danny had a few broken ribs and a big bump on the head, but he was going to be okay. The only thing was that he had reacted badly to the anesthetic, it had nearly killed him. The doctor advised them that in the future to tell any hospital staff exactly what Danny could and could not have when it came to medicines.

"There's no telling what else he might be 'allergic' too," the doctor had said, using quotes around allergic as a way to explain what exactly had happened to their son. "He nearly died if the paramedics had not told us when the symptoms started. His heart nearly gave out, he's very lucky."

Jack pulled his hand away from Phantom's enflamed neck and sighed tiredly. After he woke up from the fitful dream, Phantom had started to thrash slightly in his sleep. His fever had gotten worse, to the point that Phantom was completely delusional. His mumblings were incoherent and made no sense, his skin was almost white and he was sweating terribly, drenching his suit and the dirty floor of the cave.

His shallow breathing was harsh against the silence of the night. The fire crackled and popped as Jack fed it more of the wood he had found in the woods before night had fallen. An owl hooted and something large, a fox maybe, scampered in the grass, disturbing the dry leaves on the ground. Jack found no comfort in it since Phantom's wheezy breathing stuck him like a knife every time the ghost inhaled. It hurt that Jack could do nothing to ease Phantom's pain. Ever since he had come to the conclusion that Phantom was not a normal ghost, that he was more human than anything else, Jack had felt protective of him, as if Phantom was his own son.

Jack took the Fenton Fisher out as his thoughts trailed to Danny. Working on each knot, he thought about his son, on how Danny seemed to be more distant from him than ever before. Father and son never connected well in the past. Danny always had more in common with Maddie then Jack. He was always afraid that Danny would turn into a Momma's Boy, but eventually, Danny out grew her too it seemed. Jack was thankful to know he wasn't the only one, but he barely knew his son, and that hurt him in ways he never knew he could hurt.

Danny was special to him, the only boy in the Fenton Line since his brothers were either divorced with no kids, or had a houseful of girls. Danny was the only one that would carry on the Fenton name, if not the company and family business. He wasn't sure how Danny was going to do that with the grades he had, but he knew Danny would find a way. He was a smart kid; he knew how to get Jazz to stop ranting out in big words he didn't understand and to clam Maddie down after he had broken something, or something had blown up. Subtly had never been Jack's strong suit, a thing he was glad his son had.

He was proud of many things Danny had become, the talents that he had and the gifts he acquired, but he didn't understand how he acquired those gifts. His ability to control a conversation and clam an argument were amazing in the Fenton household, and something that Danny had only been able to do within the last year. Before that, he had been the shy kid and barely spoke up at home. He had become more confident within the past year, more certain of himself.

"Danny would have found a way to help," Jack grumbled as he tore at the glowing green fishing line in his hands. "Stupid ghost-proof coating."

A dawning of realization came across Jack almost like a slap in the face. The ghost-proof coating on the fishing line, of course! Jack's body started to vibrate from the excitement that radiated from his body like an atom bomb had just gone off in his head. He scrambled to find sharp rocks and to find more wood to heat up the fire. He took apart one of the test bug-bombs he had in his pocket and used the shelling as a bowl. Slowly, Jack put the fishing line over the fire and started to separate the ghost-proof lining from the actual line.

The resin was created so that the ghosts could not brake the line, but when not in a solid coating, it acted like a repellent. In the early testing phases of the anti-break resin, the coating seemed to repel what Jack and Maddie called 'dirty-plasm', a form of ectoplasm that was contaminated from outside sources. With any luck, this newly melted resin could repel the poison in Phantom's body long enough for his own body to fight it. Jack figured that Phantom's healing wasn't working because it was too busy battling the poison to keep him alive. If the antibodies could get some reinforcements, then Phantom might get better, a type of ghostly medicine.

The green goop gunked down slowly, looking like neon snot, as it slowly drooped down into the shelling of the mini bomb and sat there like gelatin. Jack could not melt much off before it filled the container, but hopefully, Phantom would not need much to help his immune system before seeing some positive results.

Jack put the Fisher away to the side and picked up the container with the green resin in it. Jack wondered which way would be best to administer the medicine: oral or rubbing it on the infected area. He guessed he could try both. He wasn't sure if it would hurt Phantom in anyway, but he was sure it wouldn't hurt any worse than the pain that Phantom was already in.

"Come on," Jack said as he propped Phantom's unconscious head up in his lap and pried his mouth open slightly. "Hope you can swallow reflexively."

He always wondered what it would look like if a ghost choked, a lot like a human choking he would imagine.

The ghost hunter slowly poured a tiny amount of the resin into Phantom's mouth. The smell wafted up to Jack's nose and he recoiled from it. The smoky smell of the fire had hidden it before, but now he could smell it. The resin smelled of burnt hair and a metallic scent that gave an odd taste in the back of the mouth, making Jack swallow, trying to get rid of it. He held his breath as he tipped the container again, straight into Phantom's mouth.

The ghost coughed violently after he swallowed, but he did not wake up. He gave no indication if it tasted horrible and Jack guessed that he was so out of it that Phantom couldn't even wake up to scream out horrible it was. Keeping the green stuff away from his face, Jack rubbed a little of it on Phantom's wound on his neck, keeping his glove on so he could take it off later and put it away in case he had to do this again.

"Jack, what are you doing?"

Jack looked down to see that Phantom's glassy green eyes were open and peering up at him strangely.

"Hey Phantom, how do you feel?" Jack asked, anxious to know if his idea had worked.

Phantom moved his eyes around a little, as if trying to look for an answer as he checked to see how he felt in his head.

"Better," he said with some surprise, "the pressure on my core is almost gone. What did you do?"

"Oh nothing much, just get some sleep, you'll need it."

Jack gently placed Phantom's head back on the ground as the ghost curled up to sleep again.

"Why does it feel like I swallowed a skunk?" Phantom asked.

Jack ignored him and leaned against the wall, falling back into sleep himself.

"Hey, are you awake?"

Jack snorted awake when he felt someone poke his shoulder. Phantom was on his knees in front of the ghost hunter, shaking his shoulder. Jack was surprised to see that Phantom looked a lot better, he still looked weak and tired, but his aura was glowing more brightly and his eyes didn't look as empty as before.

"Hey, you look better," Jack commented.

"I feel better," Phantom said, smiling, making Jack's heart warm. "Thank you, for whatever you did. You would be the last person I expected to help me out."

"Well, I've done some thinking," Jack admitted, standing up and stretching. "I've decided that you aren't all bad."

"Really?" Phantom asked, looking skeptical. "What happened to 'I'm going to rip you apart molecule by molecule'?"

Jack winced at that and rubbed the back of his neck, feeling guilty.

"I miss judged you. I've miss judged a lot of things," he said, looking into the fire. "I think I've been too wrapped up in my life to really pay attention to anyone else's life, namely my son's."

Phantom seemed to struggle with something as he shifted uncomfortably on the ground.

"Oh I really shouldn't be hearing this," Phantom mumbled but Jack ignored him.

"I know I've never connected well with Danny. We don't have anything in common, except for our love of triple chocolate fudge ripple ice cream!"

"And building things," Phantom said, making Jack frown. "Uh, I mean, he has all of those model rockets in his room right? I see them when I fly by his window sometimes, and you build all sorts of weapons, I see those more often then I want too."

"Hey you're right Spook; I wonder if Danny would want to build a real rocket!"

"That would be so cool!" Phantom burst out in a giant grin. "But it would have to be in the back yard."

"Oh yeah, wouldn't want to blow a hole in the roof . . . again," Jack grinned at the vivid memory.

Phantom giggled at something, as if he remembered the incident too, but he did not voice his thoughts on what he thought was so funny.

"Would you want to build it with us?" Jack asked.

"Uh, well, it sounds like it should be a father-son thing," Phantom said nervously. "Not a father-son-ghost thing."

"Yeah I guess you're right," Jack gave in, but then he frowned. "Who am I kidding. Danny wouldn't be caught dead with me, especially building something that he would hate."

"Hey, you never know until you try," Phantom said, looking more upset then he should have. "Who knows, maybe he actually thinks you're really cool."

"Oh please, how am I cool?" Jack asked Phantom. "I'm a bumbler, I admit it, I screw up. Things blow up more than they work in my hands. I can't even catch a ghost without being incredibly lucky, and even then I manage to screw it up."

"But, you beat up Plasmius when your house almost exploded!" Phantom interjected. "I have a lot of trouble with that guy. And you knew it was a good idea to follow the T-Rex to the water hole. You saved me from drowning in the lake and carried me on your back, even when I didn't want you to I might add. Plus you just saved me again by doing something that smells like the wrong side of the Behemoth, but still . . . and you've helped me get better when I was at your mercy. How can you not be cool?"

Jack stared at the ghost as he listed off his ramble, breaking off in to a whisper and looking down at the ground, his face looking regretful.

"You're a good boy Phantom," Jack said. "Your father was lucky to have a kid like you."

Phantom blushed and hid his face with his white hair. Jack smiled and looked out the mouth of the cave. It was still evening out, the dark sky containing stars. Jack decided he would ask Danny if he would want to build a real rocket, out in the back yard of course, and if he ever made it back home.

"Um, Jack, I need to tell you something," Phantom said hesitantly.

"Sure, what is it?"

"Um, this is really kind of hard to say so I'm just going to say it: I'm—"

The cave shook violently, the blasts coming from outside lighting up the dark like fireworks. Jack heard Phantom growl Skulker's name like it was a curse and the ghost ran out to confront the hunter ghost. Jack yelled after Phantom, telling him something along the lines to stay back, but pain shortened his words. He fell to the ground, his body numb from his mind.

"DAD!"