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Danny smiled as he scooped a spoonful of spaghetti into his small mouth. His bright blue eyes sparkled as he looked around the small dining table. His mother was busy passing around the bread bowl, filled to the brim with delicious smelling garlic bread. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she joined in the raucous laughter emitting from the table. Her purple eyes landed on his and he gave her a toothy grin, ignoring the noodles spilling off of his spoon.
                          
"Danny!" His sister hissed as she swiped a dot of tomato sauce off of her pant leg, "I'm going to strangle you." Danny impishly laughed as he brought the spoon dangerously to his sister. Her long auburn hair tied back with a blue ribbon and her blue eyes reflected her dark intentions. She may be two years older than him, but she might as well be an adult compared to the antics her little brother pulls.

                          
"Now, now hon," Jack Fenton wagged a finger at his daughter, his blue eyes shining in amusement, "we don't strangle in the house, take it outside please."
                          
"Okay," She chirped sweetly, turning to give Danny a discreet, icy glare. Danny smiled and went back to his food, relishing in the spices and tangy aroma from the noodles. Even though he torments his sister, without her he would either starve or be dead from his parents' cooking. Jazz cooks everything for them, and she even teaches Danny sometimes. His parents are almost always busy in the lab, so the Fenton kids had to learn how to care for themselves in some parts of living. For example, cooking. The last time his mother cooked something, she cooked it downstairs in the lab and you could smell burntness and something else through the whole house. 

                          
As the family spoke during the rare family dinners, a knock sounded at the door. Everyone stopped, his parents shared a look before turning to their kids. 

                          
"Kids," His mother put a mix of sweetness and stern authority into her voice, "I want you to go upstairs, thank you for dinner Jazz, I'll cook next time." 

                          
"No, thanks," Jazz smiled as she pulled Danny out of his chair, "I want to live to flaunt my knowledge to people besides Danny and Dad." She escorted them to the stairs but Danny made her stop.
                          
"I didn't get to finish my food," He whined, looking longingly towards the kitchen where his hot bowl of spaghetti sat waiting for him to come back.
                          
"I'll give you some more when we come back, alright?" Danny nodded and followed Jazz upstairs when the door opened. Jazz looked back and sat down on the stairs, pressing a finger to her lips to let the small boy know to be quiet.
                          
She heard the familiar voices of their parents but there were two she didn't recognize. She almost walked down to the door when she remembered what her mom asked. As she headed back upstairs she heard a scream, cut short by something. A string of cries sounded, abruptly stopped by the same something. 

                          
Jazz scrambled up the stairs, pushing Danny up almost silently. She pulled him into her room and held Danny by his shoulders.
                          
"What happened? Why are we-"

                          
"Shh," Jazz shot a quick glance at the door. Crashes and deep voices sounded from downstairs, their words muffled by the separation of floor levels. She turned back to a shaking Danny, his blue eyes switching from bright blue to sickly green like a flicking light. She snapped her fingers, signaling to him to focus on her, "Hey, calm down, I need you to be strong right now, hmm? Can you do that? Don't use your powers, okay, be strong, go back to normal."
                          
Danny closed his eyes, reopening them to their regular blue. Jazz smiled and strained her ears to hear whoever was downstairs. She didn't know where her parents were, but she did know that these people weren't welcome in her house and she had to stay away from them as long as possible.