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A Danny Phantom FanFiction by Cordria
Authors Notes Version
In Which There Isnt Always a Simple Fix
Danny reached out to open the front door to his house, but it jumped open just in front of his fingers. For a split second, Danny wondered if he was the one who had done it, but then his sister came around the door. Her tall form stumbled to a stop as she took in the ragged appearance of her brother. She blinked at him, then raised an eyebrow and stepped backwards. MOM! she screamed towards the kitchen.
The smile that crossed her face was a strange combination of concern and evil delight. You are so dead, she said, leaning her shoulder against the doorframe and hugging her books to her stomach. Who did it this time? The garbage can? The stairs? You know shes not going to keep buying it.
Smart sister. She knows whats going on with Dash. In my story shes going to be a nosey annoyance.
Shut it, Jazz. Danny pushed past his sister. Im going to talk with her, tell her everything, alright?
Seriously? She seemed taken aback for a second. Just the Dashs punching bag thing, or are you going to tell her why youve been acting so freakish these past few days too?
He turned around, staring at her in surprise. What do you know?
Yes, what DOES she know?
Jazz? their mother called, pushing through the kitchen door and peering at them. Danny? DANNY! Youre covered in blood!
He smiled faintly at her. I
Behind them, Jazz snorted and rolled her eyes. So much for telling her everything, she whispered.
Maddie knelt in front of her son, carefully touching his nose and wincing in sympathy when Danny tried to squirm away from her fingers. That looks like its going to swell. Im going to get an ice pack and a wash cloth.
When their mother vanished into the kitchen, Danny shot a glare in his sisters direction. Im going to talk to her. You dont need to be annoying.
Im the big sister; its my job to be annoying. She laughed softly and tipped her head to the side. Make sure you mention the evil microwave.
What? His eyes widened.
I know, she purred, backing out the door. Microwaves are so scary.
She knows something
She closed the door, but before Danny could reach over to open the door and ask her what she meant, what she had seen, what she knew
his mother was back. Here we go, Maddie smiled, hefting a small bag of frozen vegetables. I couldnt find the ice pack, but this will work. Directing her son over to the couch, she had him sit down and she carefully washed some of the blood off his face. Well have to wait a few hours to make sure its not broken. Hold this on your face for a while. She held out the veggies.
No, Mom, Im fine, Danny argued, trying to push the bag of frozen vegetables away. I need to tell you
It was that Baxter kid did this, Ill bet, Maddie said, snaking her arm past Dannys protesting hands and pressing the bag against his nose. Itll stop the swelling, sweetie. Please keep it on for a few minutes. Im going to call the school. This is
Danny grabbed the veggies and groaned. Its not Dash. I need to talk to you about something else. In an attempt to get her to settle down a little, he grabbed the bag and held it against his throbbing nose. The cold felt good.
You think Ill go through with my threat of him confessing everything?
You couldve been seriously hurt, Danny. You didnt just fall down.
Im fine. But I was in the lab two days ago
I dont really care about the lab right now, honey. Were going to need to get that checked to make sure its not broken. It looks like you got punched hard.
Danny took a deep breath, slowly letting it out. It figures that hed want to talk about something ghost related for once and his mother would be completely unreceptive. Hed have to try a new tactic. I know how the portal turned on.
Maddie hesitated, interest sparkling in her eyes. How could you know that? She reached over and moved the frozen vegetables a little to study his nose. That looks so painful
I turned it on.
She completely stopped this time. Danny, she said, but paused. Danny, you shouldnt lie about things like that. If your father and I couldnt even get it turned
Danny forced down the grin that was trying to show on his face. He had her attention! There was a button. You must have forgotten to turn off the power and I hit a button. It turned on.
Hes telling her
hes going to do it
She shook her head. But you dont believe in ghosts
the psychosomatic trigger
Yeah, I do now. Danny pulled the veggies away his face so that he could see his mother better. Or, I did just for the right second. I turned it on.
Instead of the happiness hed been expecting when he told her, his mother looked angry. Daniel Fenton, what in the world were you doing down in the lab messing with our equipment? How many times have we told you to stay away from our things?
*Snort* Id be mad at my kid too.
No buts Danny. You could have been seriously injured, if not killed! There were terawatts of energy flowing through that portal when it turned on. One random spark and you couldve died! Not to mention the fact that you could have been hurt and no one would have known you were down there
Sam and Tucker were there. Danny bit his lip, wishing he could take back the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Oops. Nobody is supposed to go down there
His mothers expression clouded over even more. You put your friends in danger too? Daniel James Fenton
You could have gotten them killed!
Grounded. Get to your room. Maddie frowned and pointed unnecessarily towards the stairs. And keep those veggies on your nose for about fifteen more minutes.
Danny didnt move. He leaned forwards, wanting her to understand. He needed to talk to her. He needed to explain what had happened. She had to listen to him. But Mom
Daniel, she ground out, pressing her fingers into her eyes, theres a reason we lock the door. You could have died.
I did! He let out a breath, feeling his stomach unclench a little. Maddies hands dropped from her face and into her lap, staring at him with an unreadable expression. I did, he repeated softer. I think Im a ghost.
I DID IT!! I did it! I went through with it! Id tell my parents too, if I were in this situation
Danny, thats not funny.
and my parents wouldnt believe a word that came out of my mouth.
He stared at her, feeling the ground fall out from underneath his feet. Hed imagined this conversation going a million different ways on the walk home shed be confused, or sad, or scared, or maybe even strangely happy. Never once did he think that she just wouldnt believe him. But
he stuttered for a second, trying to figure out what to do next. But
His fingers tightened around the bag of frozen vegetables. I can prove it!
Danny. She closed her eyes with a sigh.
He ignored her, focusing on his fingers and trying to ignore the pounding ache of his nose. Hed been dropping things all day; falling straight through his hand and there had never been anything he could do about it. It was always accompanied by that tingly feeling of his fingers falling asleep. If only he could make his fingers feel that way again, maybe he could make it happen on purpose. He could prove it. His mother had to believe him when she saw that.
Yeah right. Im not going to let Maddie know yet.
Just go to your room, please.
he looked up at her, begging her with his eyes to give him more of a chance.
Maddie sighed and stood up. She racked her fingers through her short hair. I dont want to hear it, Danny. When you are ready to tell me the truth about what happened to you, come find me. Until then, grounded.
That is the truth! he blurted. I died two days ago
The kitchen door swung closed behind her, leaving him alone in the living room.
and Im feeding off my best friend, he continued quietly, almost to himself as tears started to burn in his eyes, and microwaves hurt, and there are ghosts everywhere, and I can turn into a ghost, and I have no idea whats going on.
His fingers ached with the frozen vegetables when he finally got to his feet. And Im scared, he breathed, trudging up the stairs towards his room.
He collapsed onto his bed. Staring up at the ceiling and holding the cold bag to his nose, he didnt care about the tears that were leaking out of his eyes. Over and over in his head, he tried to figure out a way to get his mother to believe him. He shot down every idea until his mind couldnt come up with any more.
*sniffle* Poor Danny-kins
Its stupid. This whole thing is stupid, he whispered darkly. Why should she believe me? The entire situation is stupid and impossible.
When Maddie set his supper on his desk a couple hours later, Danny didnt look up. Finally, unable to rack his brain for more ideas, he just fell asleep.
YAY! NOBODY figured out who Tucker ran to talk to. This is going to be fun!
Tucker skidded through the front door of his house, quickly kicking off his shoes and dashing into the kitchen. Hey Dad! he panted, glancing around. Do you know where Mom is?
Who else, I ask you?
I think shes in our room, reading a book, Maurice muttered from behind his newspaper. How was school?
Wonderful! Tucker called over his shoulder as he slipped out of the kitchen and down the hallway. He stuck his head around the door and grinned when he saw his mother sitting in the large rocking chair. Mom?
She glanced up from her book to study her son. You ran the entire way home? A small smile played on her face.
Shes reading the latest book from Jim Butcher, if you care.
Closing the door behind him, Tucker dropped onto her bed. He nodded. I need to do some serious theorizing. I need someone who can be helpful and nonjudgmental
and will forget everything I say when I walk back out the door.
Janet put her bookmark into her novel and set it aside. You remember the rules for this forgetting thing?
This isnt something illegal! Its about Danny.
Youre going to tell me what you were talking about last night? She steepled her fingers, her eyes narrowing. And why you thought he was dead the night before that?
Thus why hes telling her. She knows too much already. Seriously, shes going to have to ask questions if I dont let her know somehow.
After a quiet second, Tucker nodded. Danny got into an accident in his parents lab two nights ago. He was electrocuted.
Janet gasped. Is he going to be okay?
I dont know, Tucker said softly. Hes been so weird since the accident. Im trying to figure out whats wrong, but I can barely talk to him. He shot her a hard look. And remember, youre going to forget all of this and youre never going to tell him Im telling you anything.
His parents dont want people to know?
Not yet. Tucker stared at his parents quilt for a moment. See, his parents built this window into the afterlife
he paused and shook his head. I still cant believe Im saying this. They built a window into the afterlife and it looks like it actually worked. Danny was too close when it turned on. It shocked him really good. I thought
I thought it killed him.
The small woman pushed herself out of her chair and settled down next to her son. She wrapped her arm around Tuckers shoulders and gave him a squeeze. Thats horrible. You should have told me what happened! We couldve gone to the hospital to visit him. Maybe gotten him a card or something
Her eyes glittered suddenly.
You cant send him a card! You promised to forget all about this. Tucker scowled at his mother until she relented and smiled. Anyways, hes better today
but hes different. Somethings changed about him.
That card thing is going to come back to haunt him, mark my words. Janet Foley is not going to let this information rest.
He looked just fine yesterday.
Its not how he looks, Tucker said. Shrugging off his mothers arm, he collapsed backwards on her bed and closed his eyes. Its so confusing. Hes changed
but he hasnt. So far as I can tell, only Sam and I have noticed.
He felt his mother shift on the bed as she lay down next to him. How so?
Hes got this dead aura around him, Tucker mumbled, struggling to put his feelings into words. Sometimes I look into his eyes and theres nothing there like hes a zombie or something. Hes just
scary. He turned his head to the side and opened his eyes. Im always looking over my shoulder when Im around him, worrying about where he is. I cant take my eyes off of him. Its not like hes going to attack me or something
He sighed. Does that make any sense at all?
Notice how he didnt mention that Danny can turn into a ghost. She does not know Danny is the potential ghost-kid.
Some. But Im not sure how I can help you with this.
Tucker shook his head. The part Im trying to figure out has to do with Sam.
Sam? Janet turned her head to look at Tucker.
Dannys been following Sam around like a lost puppy dog these past two days. Hes always looking at her, touching her arm or her fingers, and he gets a lot closer to her than he ever used to.
Maybe he just likes her. It sounds like a crush to me. Janet smiled.
But why now? Tucker groaned, unable to fully explain his problem. Before the accident, they were just friends! It was like some switch was thrown. And he keeps muttering about rainbows when hes around her. Sam
Sometimes, his mother said after a moment, after an accident, peoples views of the world suddenly change. They see more worth in watching the sunset and smiling at pretty girls. She nudged Tucker gently. Or it could be that Dannys just seeing something new in Sam. It might be just a coincidence that youre noticing it now.
Sure sounds like a crush, dont it?
Tucker shook his head. Its not that. I know it. Hes drawn to her like a moth to a flame
or a drug addict towards his next fix. He cant stop himself from being near her. This isnt a crush thing.
You think its got something to do with the accident in his parents lab.
I know it does. I just cant figure out why
Tucker closed his eyes. Its got something to do with rainbows, and ghosts, and that accident
he trailed off suddenly, sitting up, his eyes glittering. Did you hear about the ghost attack in the park yesterday?
She shook her head. There wasnt anything on the news this morning about a ghost. There was something about some girls collapsing.
A grin was growing on Tuckers face. Yeah. There was a ghost too some octopus thing. Thats how I got the split lip.
Janet waited quietly, her expression dubious at the idea of there being an actual ghost in the park.
thats how I would look if someone told ME a ghost attacked some kids in the park.
When the ghost was there, everything felt weird. All of our emotions were going haywire. And that ghost was attracted to those girls. There were hundreds of people in that park, but the ectopus-thing was attacking those specific girls
Are you trying to say that Dannys following Sam for the same reason the ghost in the park was following those poor girls? She raised an eyebrow.
Tucker smiled. No, but Im saying theyre connected. He jumped off the bed, and glanced back when his mother levered herself up onto her elbows. I bet all ghosts are attracted to certain kinds of people
or maybe just certain situations. He headed towards the door. And its all got to do with rainbows. He nodded to himself. And emotions.
All ghosts? Janet asked, confused. What do ghosts have to do with Danny?
Oops. Mayhaps Tucker said too much here. Will she pick up on it?
Everything! Tucker grabbed the doorknob. Dannys following Sam around because shes got rainbows, whatever that means. He yanked the door open and vanished out into the hallway. After a second he stuck his head back through the doorway to grin at his mother. Remember, youve forgotten we had this conversation, right?
What conversation? she said bemusedly.
Danny curled up in his bed, shivering, searching for an elusive bit of warmth. He yanked the covers up around his shoulders with a small groan, muttering darkly about his still-throbbing nose. He was a heavy sleeper and didnt usually wake up during the night; especially from something like being cold.
His shivering growing to an uncontrollable level, Danny slipped out of bed with his two blankets wrapped securely around him. Stupid thermostat, he hissed softly. Trudging out into the hallway, he glared sleepily at the small device that controlled the temperature of the house, unable to read the numbers in the dark. He fumbled for a button, pressed it, and the small LCD panel lit up. 81 degrees! he said in surprise. It wasnt cold
it was warm. Really warm.
Closing his eyes, he sank down to the floor and pressed his back against the wall. Why am I so cold? The blankets around him didnt seem to be doing a thing. He felt cold down to the very center of his soul. It wasnt even really just a cold feeling it was a pervasive, almost depressing chill that had settled around his heart.
Do you know whats going on? O.o I do
Who remembers whos coming up!?
After a few moments of shivering as a lump in the hallway, he struggled to his feet and carefully made his way down the hallway. Stopping in front of his parents partially closed door, he bit his lip in thought before nudging the door open and slipping into the dark room. A fan buzzed loudly from a dresser as he padded over to gaze down at his parents.
Both of them were sound asleep. Jack even had the covers mostly thrown off his bulky form. Danny felt a convulsive shiver slide through him as he watched his parents sleep. Its just me, he mouthed into the darkness. Backing away from the bed, he tripped over the trailing blankets and teetered for a heartbeat before catching his balance and leaving the room.
For a few moments, he hesitated with his hand on the door. Itd be so easy to walk over and shake his mother awake. Shed do something to help him, she had to. He was so cold
but would she even believe him? He quietly pulled the door shut and walked softly back towards his room.
He still wants to tell them. But he needs proof before he can. She wont believe him without proof.
I just want to sleep, he muttered morosely as he dropped back onto his bed, the thick blankets still around him. The insidious freezing was actually starting to make him feel sick. He swallowed thickly. Why am I so cold?
He shuddered and finally flipped on the lamp next to his bed. With the light on, he could clearly see his breath fogging in the air. Wonderful, he whispered, Im going to die of hypothermia now or something.
Thats be funny
mom wakes up to find her child huddled in his bed, dead of hypothermia in the middle of August. Funny-cruel, not funny-haha
Shivering, he yanked the blankets over his head and brought his legs up to his chest, curling into a ball. His breath was warm against his fingers. This is a ghost thing, Im willing to bet, he growled as he fought off a yawn. Will my life never get easier? Now I cant sleep anymore?
No. I live to torture.
His eyes drifted closed despite the cold that was invading his senses. In his half-awake state, the teenager tipped his head to the side with a groan as the freezing temperatures began to make his head hurt. It was a sharp, cold pain that was lodged just behind his temples. Dreamily, he focused on the ache with the half-wished hope that it would go away. It was a weird headache; it felt cold. Cold, and weightless, and powerful, and wild
Shivering as an electric shock suddenly sizzled through him, he curled into a tighter ball for just a heartbeat. Then he relaxed, stretching out, his eyes still closed, still too sleepy to wonder why the confining blankets had seemingly vanished. Its not cold anymore, he whispered in surprise, letting a cool powerful feeling thrum through his muscles as he stretched. He felt weird
not quite solid
but he wasnt awake enough yet to care.
He smiled sleepily as distant smells slid through him: apples, cinnamon, and a tangy metallic scent. There was something else too; a distant and pervasive sound that drummed into him like a heartbeat. It wasnt really a sound, it was more like an impossibly low rumbling that he felt in his stomach, one that was rhythmic and steady. A heartbeat, almost. Something deep down inside of him growled softly at the noise, egging him into getting up and finding the source of the impossible sound.
Its like that octopus, he murmured, just more powerful. He wrinkled his forehead. How do I know that?
The question stirred him out of whatever state he was in and two electric green eyes flickered open. The room was a blurry mess of darkness. He twisted his head, blinking in surprise when he saw a figure sitting in the room with him, blinking right back at him. He jerked back for as second, then studied the ghost a bit more closely. The strange creature was burned and sizzled, sitting in the ragged remains of a black outfit, jade-colored eyes shining through the shadows. I remember you, Danny muttered, watching his companion mouth the words along with him. I saw you yesterday.
He floated up into the air a few inches, gazing down at the blurry mass he hoped was his bed, harshly tamping down on the fear that was trying to claw at his mind. Im a ghost
again. Okay. I can handle this, no need to panic or anything, right? Its not permanent. I think.
Closing his eyes, he tried to remember what happened last time he had turned from a ghost to a human. Sam had touched his chin; she had startled him. What else? He struggled to remember. There had to be something. Wracking his brain came up with nothing.
It was something. But Im not going to tell you what. Feel free to guess. The answer is out there, and in the story already somewheres
just like Tuckers mom was.
Finally he shook his head in dismay. Maybe its a timed thing
maybe it just wears off. He criss-crossed his legs and shot a glance back towards his reflection in the mirror. I just have to wait, I guess. He ran his sizzled hands over his face and tried really hard not to think. Thinking would lead him to wondering about ghosts, which in turn would bring up the fact that ghosts were incredibly scary, which in turn would make him think about the fact that he was a ghost even though he wasnt dead and he was scary in and of his own right, which in turn would lead to remembering how Sam and Tucker had looked at him, which in turn would
He dug his fingers into his hair, groaning, as the panicky feeling in his chest grew and clenched at his throat. He was really lousy at not the not-thinking thing. I wish I had lungs so I could take a deep breath, he groused softly, shivering at how eerily his voice echoed. Ill just have to distract myself then, right? Like, by wondering how the freaking hell I can talk and yet cant breathe.
Good question. My friend and I had a nearly two hour long IM conversation about this very fact. I wont bore you with the details of how its possible
yet. Tuckerll bore you at some point in the future if Im ever out of boring things to put in. But it did merit finding a way into the chapter.
Fingers dug a bit deeper into his skull, panic overwhelming his brain for a moment, his eyes squeezing shut. Okay, okay, okay
calm down. Dont think about the not breathing thing. Okay. This ghost thing isnt permanent. Itll wear off. Just
Okay. He opened one eye and caught a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned his head, focusing on the mirror. How about the mirror
Its so weird, he whispered to himself, trying to keep himself talking in the hope that the sound of his voice would keep some of the fear away, everything is so blurry
but not in the mirror. I can see my reflection just fine. Drifting over, he settled a few feet away, studying his reflection. Then, on a thought, he reached out and touched the mirror.
Two reasons this is in here. One: we found a small plot hole in chapter one when Danny saw his reflection
even though everything he can see is blurry. This is a fix for a plot hole that nobody saw but me. Second: mirror mirror on the wall, which episode do you think Ill be bringing into this?
He had figured his fingers would go straight through just like the blankets had fallen through him when he had turned into a ghost and how he could pass through everything else. But his fingers touched the cool surface and he splayed his burned hand against the mirror. Tiny tendrils of frost materialized on the mirror around his fingers and remained there for a moment after he pulled his hand back away. The ghostly negative of a handprint. What
? he wondered softly.
Now, why cant his hand go through? *question*
Thats something I can touch. Then he tipped his head to the side, his eyebrows furrowing, his brain scrambling back to the feel of Sams warm fingers against his skin. No, thats two things I can touch. The mirror
His nose wrinkled as a fresh wave a smells washed over him. What is that? he said, distracted by the overpowering scents. Apples, cinnamon
and metal? He drifted a little away from the mirror, his eyes closing and his nose instinctively searching. Apples
thats familiar, he breathed. I remember that smell.
Electric eyes flickered open as he passed through a wall like it wasnt even there. The cinnamon smell was stronger in this room. It was laced with honey, warm and fuzzy as it tingled up his nose and scurried through his mind.
He passed by the source of the honey-cinnamon smell, much more interested in the spicy scent of the apples. Apples, he whispered once more, pausing in the air as his mind tried to remember where hed smelled it before. It hadnt been so rich and powerful last time. Then a smile flickered onto his face and his forehead smoothed out. Oh yeah, Mom.
Slipping through one last wall, he hovered in the room for a few seconds, staring down at the blurry lumps he figured were his parents. Those two smells had to be his parents. Not only did he know his mom smelled like apples, he was still in his house and there was only one bed with two people in it. Drifting closer, he squinted down at the apple-smelling figure of his mother. Mom? he whispered.
Could he get her awake when he was like this? Would she see him? Would she stop and listen long enough for him to explain?
Good idea? Bad idea? Hes going to try it anyways. Im just that way.
His sizzled fingers reached forwards and slid through the fabric sheet. Warm fizzles of energy tickled up his arm and an unconscious smile appeared on his face at the feeling. How can I wake you
Whats that? His head turned and he pulled his hand away from his parents, startled by the sudden sound.
It was a cold noise that slammed into him like a soft crash of thunder or a loud heartbeat. His mouth dropped open as he stared in the direction of the noise, his eyes searching the blurry darkness for whatever was making the noise. It felt something like that crazy octopus, or that skeleton-thing from the movie theater. It had to be another ghost a powerful one.
Deep inside of him, he felt a small snarl build up and cascade out of him, annoyance and anger surging through him and curling his toes. He moved without thought. The comforting smell of his parents dwindled as he flew quickly through the quiet night air towards the feel of the ghost.
Ghost instincts kicking in. He wants to fight, he wants to find this intruder. Only theres one problem
anyone know what it is?
He was minutes away from home and nearly to the source of the noise before his mind finally caught up with his instincts and his actions. He drifted to a stop. Blinking, he twirled around in midair, looking through the dark and blurry neighborhood. Crud, he whispered as one cold fact twisted into his mind. Which way is home?
Darn. Howz he ever going to find his way home if he cant see?
A few of the small ghost creatures darted around his vision, shrieking and chattering with the shrieks and noises of thousands of condemned souls. He watched a blood-covered bobcat appear out of nowhere and pounce on a half-eaten rat, swallowing the tiny creature. It screamed, visible waves of energy flaring away from the cat as the rat vanished from view.
Ew, Danny whispered. He sank through the air until his feet were nearly to the dark green blur that he figured was probably grass. But for all he could tell, it might have been a bush
or even the top of a small tree. All he really knew was that it was green. He crouched down, perfectly balanced in mid-air as he studied the source of the pulsing coldness.
It was wandering down what Danny guessed was probably a street, its sightless eyes scanning the surrounding blur of houses. It was male, he decided after a moment, clothed in old-style coveralls and a pill-box hat, looking like it had just fallen off a building. His eyes narrowed dangerously as instincts swirled up inside of him. He needed to get rid of this thing before it got any closer to his home. He wanted to fight, he wanted to destroy, he wanted to
He shook his head firmly and threw the thoughts out of his mind. Hey, he called to the ghost as he stood up and drifted towards it, still struggling to suppress a very odd desire to snarl at this
intruder. Maybe this thing knew where his home was.
The ghost didnt slow its purposeful drifting up the street.
The rumble of the noise made Danny hesitate, his whole body shivering at the power of this ghosts beat.
Danny moved the last few feet, touching its mangled shoulder softly to get its attention. Hey!
Boxes, the ghost scowled, suddenly twisting towards Danny. The eyes in its smashed head were bright with obsessed energy and the rest of its face was a mess of slices and bruises as it stared at him. Get away from my boxes. The ghosts voice was crusty and twisted with an old and forgotten accent.
Figures the first ghost hed meet would be the Box Ghost. Im taking ideas for which ghost he should fight in chapter nine. Which do you think should be his first real ghost fight?
A snarl worked its way out of Dannys throat, his fingers stinging from the quick rebuff. Whats your problem? he snapped. Deep inside of him, something uncurled and stretched, sharp claws of fury and possessiveness digging into his stomach. Energy flared around him and swirled into existence as something nearly tangible, his own energy pulsing around him like a spectral heartbeat. He had no idea why he was so angry all of the sudden, but there was no doubting the simmering rage that was burning in his eyes.
Pay attention to whats happening with the energy inside of him. I COULD be just personifying it
or maybe not. *wink*
The ghost growled a low sound that actually pushed Danny backwards a few feet. Boxes, it hissed. Boxes are my problem. There are never enough
there are always too many
Yeah? You can have the stupid boxes. Danny tried to take a step forwards, his eyes narrowing, but an invisible force stopped him from making any headway. The quiet tendrils of anger flickered and grew as terror flooded into his mind and added to the chaos. He wasnt sure what was going on anymore every thought of this ghost being a benign creature that would help him get home were tossed out the window. All he knew is that he wanted this ghost gone. He wanted it gone
He reached down inside of himself, felt for that weird sparkling energy that had helped him out in the movie theater, begging for help. The thing that was buried deep inside of his stomach suddenly uncoiled and seemed to chuckle before boiling curls of energy flared to life around him. Danny felt a rush of power slam into him, his face twisting in a menacing grin, human reason and thoughts drowning under the onslaught of ghost emotions.
Crouching low to the ground, his eyes glowing like stars, he growled. Instincts quietly unfolded inside of his head, and he knew what to do. His body moved almost before his brain had fully understood the consequences of his actions. He slid forwards, easily counteracting the pathetic spectral forces of the box obsessed ghost, his hands starting to glow as he collected energy out of the air and focused it.
He reached out with his mind, swirling the energy into a small vortex just above the burn mark on his palm, never stopping to wonder how he was doing any of this. He just did. The energy grew and sparked, dripping off his translucent flesh like bits from a welding gun. He could see it in his mind
Two steps forwards
Thrust with his hand
Release the energy
Mine, the old ghost snapped darkly before Danny could move, but it cowered backwards away from the energy Danny was collecting. Mine
Mine, Danny hissed, the echoing screams of the dying that swirled just underneath his voice making his words barely intelligible. My town, my house, my family. He took another step forwards, glaring at the retreating ghost. He wanted to rip the ghost apart for coming this close to his space. He wanted to destroy
he wanted to possess
he wanted to
Authors moment: Have you seen Finding Nemo that animated cartoon about the fish? Theres a part in there with some seagulls and theyre all stupid. They stand around going Mine, Mine, Mine and fight over french-fries. Picture the ghosts fighting around going Mine, Mine, Mine!!
Human reason suddenly kicked back into gear, subverting his ghost instincts. Danny shivered and pulled back, most of the energy around him dissipating instantly. He hung in space, his eyes wide as he tried to figure out what had just happened.
Mine, the box ghost whispered once more before drifting off up the street as quickly as it could.
Danny stared after the departing ghost, the remainder of the power that was flooded around him dying away. He shook his head, letting the strange anger drain out of him, wishing that he could take a deep breath to calm down and help him sort out his mind. That
whatever had just happened
it had felt so strange. He licked his chapped lips, glancing around. Never before had he felt so uncontrolled. So wild. So powerful.
He wasnt sure at all if he liked it
he kinda liked it Mikey!
How am I going to get home now? he whispered to the quiet world, his voice echoing strangely. Thankfully, the impossible screams that had laced his voice were gone, but the normal distant cries of the small creatures were also gone, leaving Danny feeling like he was floating in a blurry soup of silent nothingness. Glancing down at his hands, he shook his head. This whole mess was impossible.
He hung suspended for a moment, the only thing in the world that felt real, then his nose twitched and itched. The clawed thing inside his stomach chuckled softly, lazily stretched, and Danny instinctively breathed.
Smells assaulted his nose, drifted between his fingers, and caressed his cheek as they drifted passed him. His eyes closed as his mind tried to figure out just was he was smelling. He felt like he was standing in a store that was part perfume store, part bakery, and part machine shop
everything was a jumbled mess of things that raced around his head in dizzying chaos. Something seemed to be directing his thoughts. He needed to find the apples... where were the apples
Hey, neat. He can find home via SMELL. Smart.
Then, suddenly, the mangled smells sorted themselves out in his head. His eyes flickered open in surprise as he started picking up on specific scents. When warm apples drifted into his nose, he grinned, turning towards the source of the smell. Right next to the crisp apple smell of his mother was quiet cinnamon warmth of his sister and the tangy metallic scent of his father.
Home was right there.
Danny laughed in relief, listening to his voice echo weirdly on this otherworldly plane. He started to drift over in that direction but he glanced over his shoulder at a whisper of a smell that had danced around him for a split second. Rainbows
All thoughts of going home or trying to undo this ghost form shattered and vanished. He found himself moving in the direction of the hypnotic smell, stopping every few minutes to sniff the air and reorient himself. The stronger it grew, the quicker he flew, his whole body quivering with the desire to find the source of his enchanting smell.
He didnt even hesitate as a large black object appeared in his path. A small part of his mind assumed that he had just flown through a wall and struggled with that thought, but the rest of him didnt care. The smell had to be right here, the source of his intoxicating scent need to be right
His headlong flight stopped dead and he hovered, drinking in the sight that met his spectral eyes. There was a blurry lump in the middle of the room that was probably a person, but Danny didnt give it a second thought. All around the sleeping lump were ripples in the air, simmering and sparkling like the air over a hot road in the summer, glittering with energy. His eyes were fixed on the ripples as they raced through the dark night air, flowing out from their creator like small waves.
Translucent fingers reached forwards and brushed against one of the waves of energy, his face breaking into a grin of delight as firefly-like motes of light dashed off the ripple and curled around his fingers. Energy fizzled up his arm and into his chest, his whole body beginning to feel the effects of the intense smell of rainbows. Green eyes drifted closed, his mind wandering as energy sizzled through him.
The rain patters down from the cloud-dappled sky, the sunshine splitting into ethereal beams of light that sparkle against the wet grass. The earthy smells of worms and mud twist with the sharp tang of the ozone from the lightning and coat the area like a light fog. Spinning around in dizzying circles, hands rising into the air in joy, breath stopping in throats as eyes catch sight of the beautiful stain of color against the sky.
His mind didnt work, his whole being tuned to the feelings that were assaulting him. Thoughts skittered along the surface and cascaded down into an abyss of nothingness. He didnt want to do anything up sit here. Time stood still and zipped forwards, seconds blurred into hours, minutes into heartbeats without any distinction between the past and future. He just wanted to be like this
When the source of the radiant smell rolled over and moved, Danny intangible, invisible, and lost in a chasm of nothingness followed without thought.
Danny? Danny! Wake up! How am I going to write the next chapter if youre lost to your ghost-side?? DARN YOU!
Tucker knocked on the door to Dannys house, shifting uneasily on his feet. Normally he met Sam and Danny at the bus stop, but today he needed to ask his best friend a question
and he had to ask it without Sam being around. There was no way Danny would answer a question about those rainbows if Sam was around. His only hope was that Danny was actually up. Normally the teenager was running towards the bus at the last minute, still eating the breakfast he had stolen off his sisters plate.
whats with all the IMs? Ive got, like, Seven windows open and everyones trying to talk to me! I feel so loved. Anywho. Think Danny made it home last night? Me either.
Tucker? Maddie Fentons forehead furrowed in surprise. Good morning.
Morning, he mumbled, is Danny up yet?
Ill go check. Come on in. She pushed the door open and gestured to the table. Have a seat.
Thanks, Mrs. F. Tucker grinned at her, pulling out a chair and stealing a piece of toast to munch on while he waited, quietly going over his questions in his mind.
Danny? he heard Mrs. Fenton call. Danny?
The red-head drifted back into the kitchen, her eyes sparkling with concern. I cant find him.
Hes probably at school, Tucker said, his own stomach twisting with worry as he wove together a story in his head. We were going to get together this morning to work on something and maybe he figured wed meet there. Under the table, he crossed his fingers that Mrs. Fenton wouldnt catch the small lie.
And the lies start. *sigh*
Oh, she said softly, a small smile drifting back onto her face. Have him come home right after school though, okay Tucker? Weve got something special planned for supper.
Tucker smiled back, feeling his cheeks tense at the fakeness of the expression. His insides were turning themselves into knots over where Danny could possibly be. Alright. See you. Slipping out the door and setting off down the sidewalk towards the bus stop, Tucker started creating a list in his mind of all the places his friend could be hiding.
Unfortunately, the list was really long.
OH! I know where he is! *raises hand*
--In real life, there isnt always a simple fix.
(end chapter 5)