Time's Reflection

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.

Author's Note: Sequel to "Time in the Heart". This was originally the second of two possible openings I'd planned on.

I want pancakes! God, do you people understand every language except English? Yo quiero pancakes! Donnez moi pancakes! Click click bloody click pancakes! -Stewie Griffin

Pancakes

"It's hard to believe he'll be sixteen next week," I whispered, peering in on the angelic teenage boy with messy black hair cocooned in his blankets.

"Plum."

"I know," I said, closing the door. "I can only hope this half-ghost tutor of Danny's will reveal his human half to us soon. Two years now, since he's been around."

"Plum."

"Suspense kills me too, Plum."

"Jazz go sleep?"

"Jazz go sleep," I answered, taking the hint. "Goodnight, Plum."

"Bed night, Jazz."

Bounce. Ploom. Bounce.

"Danny, wake."

Bounce. Ploom. Bounce.

"Danny, wake."

Bounce. Ploom. Bounce.

"Danny, wake."

A small beam of green ecto-energy formed beneath the covers as the porcupine fruit made another bounce on the bed before falling over the other side. The green ecto-ray missed him and blasted open the wardrobe doors.

Maddie and Jazz looked up from their coffee and toast.

"Looks like Danny's up," Jazz joked.

"And I'd better get your father to create a wardrobe that absorbs ectoplasm," Maddie mused. "That makes the fifth one your brother has destroyed this month."

"All the furniture stores know you by heart," Jazz said, grinning. "I'll get the pancakes out of the oven, Danny."

Maddie looked up to see her son's translucent head phase through the ceiling, glowing green eyes squinting in the bright flourescent light of the kitchen. "Alright," he said.

"Danny, wake?" Plum asked, floating through the ceiling and hovering near his master's head.

Her son glared back at his pet. "Danny, wake. Gah! Why I even saved you from Alice's kitchen, I have no idea."

"Go, get dressed, Danny. I'll feed Plum," Maddie told him. "Plasmius sent a vulture by about an hour ago; he's expecting you around half past ten."

"Okay." His head vanished, and she felt a brief rush of warmth as the kitchen returned to its normal temperature.

"Pancakes," Jazz announced, placing golden heaven piled high on a plate on the table.

"Yummy! Panties! Plum!"

Author's Note: For those of you who haven't read Time in the Heart, Plum can't pronounce pancakes. Lost in the Mists will be receiving an update as well, later this afternoon.