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redrobin-detective · 3 years

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Trequel to Half Of and The only ghost in Amity Park

“We need to talk, Fenton,” Valerie hissed, slamming Danny’s locker shut in his face. He pursed his lips and lowered his gaze but said nothing. Manson scoffed and stepped right up, putting her finger in Valerie’s face.

“He doesn’t owe you anything, Val so lay off. If he wants to talk to you, he will, not because you demanded it.” Val grabbed Sam’s wrist, strong but still such delicate bones. The goth flinched a bit as Valerie applied pressure.

“Only my friends,” Valerie hissed with a hard look over at Danny, “get to call me Val. But I guess we’re not friends if you kept something like this from me.”

“Val...erie, let her go,” Danny mumbled quietly. “We’ll talk after school, meet me by the equipment shed behind the football field.”

“Alone,” Val said, flicking away Sam’s wrist. “None of your adoring, enabling entourage, new or old.”

“No way in hell,” Sam said, clearly resisting the urge to hold onto her injured wrist. “Like we’d trust Danny with someone like you.”

“What? Human?” Valerie asked back. Danny stuck his hands between them and forced them apart. Now that Val was looking, the entire hall was watching them. Whatever, they didn’t matter.

“Cut it out,” Danny frowned, looking over both of them. “Sam, I’ll be fine talking to her alone.” He turned back to her with his blue eyes. As long as she’d known him, Danny’s had a presence about him. She took it as growing up in such a strange house and later her growing crush. But there was no way to explain away the icy, electric feel of his gaze holding her own. “3:30, equipment shed, just talking. Okay?”

“Fine,” Valerie said, turning and stomping down the hall so she had the last word. The rest of the day passed slowly as she gripped the sides of her desk and bounced her leg, thinking about Danny Fenton. How long had Danny been a ghost or half of one, how was that even possible? Had he always been that way and she simply hadn’t noticed? Her? The best ghost hunter in Amity? How much of Danny was real and what was just a cruel ghostly joke? That’s the question that burned the most. Danny seemed to be the only one who liked this new, more grounded Valerie. What would she do if her closest friend was just messing with her?

Finally, school ended and she stalked purposefully towards the equipment shed. Interesting choice of location, it was almost never used since most every day sports gear was stored in the locker rooms. Did he chose it because it was isolated? Danny didn’t seemed worried about confronting her alone, what abilities could he have that he wasn’t scared of her? That made her pause once the shed came into sight. She’d only heard about Danny’s powers, never having ever seen them firsthand. Valerie took an ectogun from her bag and slipped it in back waistband of her skirt. Just in case.

Danny was sitting on the roof of the shed, weirdly enough. It would be next to impossible to climb so he had to have flown. She’d already heard of him floating but the idea of Danny Fenton and superpowers still didn’t add up in her head. He was rubbing at a tear in his jeans when she approached. Danny gave a little awkward half smile that, a few days ago, would have sent her stomach into somersaults. Now seeing it just made her sick.

“Are you gonna hide up there all day?” She asked curtly, hands on her hips.

“You could always join me up here,” Danny shrugged, getting more comfortable on the roof. Val raised a disbelieving eyebrow, eyeing the lack of handles and the broken splinters on the old shed. “We’re far enough away, no one will see you use your hoverboard.” Just when Valerie thought he was done being surprised. She gaped open mouthed at Danny who got nervous and rubbed his hands anxiously. “You uh you wanted to talk so I thought we ought to lay all our cards on the table.” He took a deep breath, “I know you’re the Red Huntress Val...erie.”

“How!” She demanded, activating her board without thought to get to the roof. She grabbed Danny by the shirt and hauled him forward until their faces were inches apart. His body radiated a soft chill that brushed against her skin. He held up his hands in surrender.

“Since the start, Sam and I, we saw you in the park, remember? You caught us uhhhh,” Danny trailed off, looking away with a blush. It took Val a minute but she remembered one of her first outings with the suit, she was chasing Phantom and his stupid dog only to find Danny and Sam kissing in the bushes. She hadn’t cared about the love lives of losers at the time. It had only become relevant when she started catching feeling for Danny but he’d assured her multiple times that he and Manson weren’t a couple. “It wasn’t real, the kiss I mean. It was Sam’s idea, you surprised us and we didn’t have time to hide so you didn’t...” he trailed off.

"Didn’t, what?” She demanded. Valerie gasped when Danny simply phased out of her grip and assuming his previous position on the roof. She stared for a moment at her hands before looking up again at Danny who was back to fiddling with his clothes. There it was, irrefutable proof that Danny wasn’t human. It felt like her heart was being chipped away with a hammer.

“Look, this has been kind of a hard week for me,” Danny groaned, raking his hands forcefully through his hair. “I get my powers outed, I need to convince my parents not to kill me the rest of the way, keep the ghosts off my back for a period, get the government to acknowledge my existence all the while dealing with everyone’s stares and questions at school.” He tucked his knees closer and flopped his face into them. “I said I would be honest with you and I’m trying but I’ve already had to give so much of myself this week and... I don’t know, what do you even want from me?”

“I want answers!” Valerie tried to demand but it came across as more whiney. She pushed back any tears that were threatening to come. “I want to know what was real! Was our friendship real? Our feelings? Are you even real? And if you knew I Huntress all this time then why... why would you even talk to me? Were you just playing with me? Spying on me? What did you want with me?”

“I’m real, Val, I promise,” He held out his hand and she reluctantly took it. His hand was chilly but there always where, it was also solid with knobbing bones and ropy muscles. Beneath it all, there was a sluggish but persistent pulse. She squeezed his hand, it was a human hand and yet it had also passed right through her. How could he be real and not real at once?

“As for what I wanted, just a friend really,” Danny said, keeping his head on his folded knees but turning towards her. She read nothing but sincerity in his eerily blue eyes. “Sam, Tuck and I, we have serious history. We know each other inside and out. But you, you were someone new. I loved hearing about your interests, your dreams, finding out who you were as a person beyond that jerk who made fun of me the second week of Freshman year for wearing my dad’s jumpsuit to school. I liked being able to be a normal person with you, I think I had started to forget with the whole ghost thing going on.”

“What happened?” Valerie couldn’t help but ask.

“Lab accident,” Danny said quietly, “Sam and Tuck were there, wasn’t pretty. Thought I was goner for sure. I survived somehow but I got some freaky powers out of the deal. There’s downsides but some sweet benefits,” he tilted his head back and looked longingly up at the sky. “Flying is the best.”

“Yeah,” Val couldn’t help but sigh in agreement. She could almost the feel the sensation of the wind whipping against her suit. Hear the roar as she soared through the clouds. It was hard to imagine Danny flying but his eyes shined with understanding she usually only saw in the mirror. “So why did you hang out with me knowing I hunted ghosts?”

“It just sorta happened, You obviously sensed that Sam and Tucker weren’t too happy about the risk.” No kidding, Val had gotten warmer welcomes from freezers. “But you were cool, Val. Plus you,” he paused and seemed to consider his words. “I felt like once we got over the hump you would get it in a way the other don’t. You know what it like to balance two lives, to have insane power at your fingertips, to feel like if you take even a second break that the ghosts will overwhelm the town. It’s just... a lot to deal with alone, Sam, Tucker and Jazz, they try to understand but they just don’t.”

He looked over at her, “I guess it was nice to know that there was someone like me out there,” he blushed, “and that someone uh liked me. For being me, y’know?”

“Clearly I didn’t know everything,” she grumbled watching as Danny winced. Val frowned, she probably wasn’t being entirely fair, she hadn’t exactly been honest with Danny either.

“So you fight ghosts, huh?” Valerie couldn’t help was ask with a little smile. Trying to picture it. The Danny she thought she knew wouldn’t but this Danny... “Is that why you’re always running out of class?”

“Isn’t that why you leave?” He teased back hesitantly. “I’m honestly a little surprised no one figured me out before. I was really bad at hiding at first. Of course it’s only when I get the whole ‘secret identity’ thing down that I get exposed.” He huffed, the ends of his hair lifting out of his eyes.

“Secret identity, so you can turn into a ghost?” Danny was silent. “Have I seen you out there?” More silence. “Have I... have I shot at you?” Everything seemed quiet save for their asynchronous breathing. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“It stung but not enough to keep me down for long,” Danny said, flexing his arms but his smile was strained. There was something about it that was haunting, familiar. She turned to look at the woods because if she stared any longer she’d realize which ghost Danny turned into and neither of them was ready for that right now.

“So now what?” She asked.

“I don’t know,” Danny sighed. “I’m kind of taking it one day at a time. Mom and Dad are nervous, jumpy, I’m not sure if they’re more scared of me or of themselves and what they did. My sister and friends are being annoyingly overprotective. People who hated me last week are suddenly in my face asking questions and demanding demonstrations. The government wants to kill me but,” he snorted a little, and tilted his head towards her floppily. “I'm also talking to you about this part of my life for the first time. Lying was a necessity I never grew comfortable with, I think I could do with a bit of honesty.”

“Yeah me too,” Valerie said, straightening up and looking Danny in the eye. “I’m still not sure how I feel about this. I don’t like ghosts and I likely never will. I’m going to continuing being Huntress and keeping the town safe. But I’m willing to give you chance, give you time to open up completely. It’ll give us both times to come to terms with everything, and maybe then we can figure out where we stand.”

“I’ll take it!” Danny beamed, “I was worried you were coming here to off me with that ectogun you have stashed in your skirt so this is much better!”

“How did you-” She gasped.

He winked and tapped his forehead, “I’m pretty sensitive to ectoplasm, especially out here in the real world. Gotta admit sometimes when my energy was low, I sought you out. Did you know your suit radiates a low level ectoplasmic field, even when you’re not wearing it?” He twisted his face in thought. “Now that we’re talking-talking, I should warn you what side effects excess exposure to ectoenergy can cause.” He twisted his hand and a small green ectoblast formed in his palm briefly before dissipating. “If that worries you, my parents can hook you up with some sweet ghost hunting equipment that won’t contaminate you.”

“So I could have powers like you one day?” She asked carefully, looking over her hands thoughtfully.

“Maybe, I don’t know. Mine was a kind of one in a million accident, well, two,” he made a face. “That’s whole other story, don’t ask. But we could maybe find out together, Val,” he winced. “Valerie.”

“Val is fine,” she said quietly, still thinking too many things. “We have a lot of things to figure out but in the meantime, you can keep calling me Val.”

“I’d like that,” he smiled. “So uh, do you want to come to movie night tomorrow? It’s at my house this week. I uh always wanted to invite you before but Sam, Tuck and I usually end up talking ghost stuff during the movie so we couldn’t before but if you’re interested... could be fun to have you there. We’re watching The Shining.”

“That movie is like a billion years old,” Val laughed with an eyeroll.

“It’s a classic, I was named after the kid in that movie!” Danny defended. “I’ll text you the details but its up to you. Either way, we’ll uh, we’ll keep talking. See you around, Val.” And just like that, he vanished. She swiveled her head around but Danny Fenton was truly gone.

“Jerk,” she grumbled but there was no heat to it. She heard a giggle above her and knew Danny, in his secret ghost form, was probably flying. And it was too nice a day to walk home. She activated her suit and took to the skies herself. Valerie didn’t know if Danny was with her or not, she just turned off her brain and fell into the motion of aggressive loops and high speed dives around her town.

Everything had turned upside down with the knowledge that Danny wasn’t who she thought he was. But again, things had been crazy since the ghosts first came to town. So she and Danny were at a stand still, not friends and not enemies, not open but not secretive either. It was a weird state to be in but Danny was probably used to being in a state of half life himself. But she’d worry about all that later, for now it just her and sky.

#surprise bitch bet you thought you saw the last of me #why am I adding to this series when I have so much else to be doing #anyway tada #if you liked Danny seeming okay and feral the last two parts #get ready for Danny whos actually really stressed and emotionally vulnerable #I actually was gonna have Danny confess everything to Val #but that line that 'he's given so much of himself away already' hit me deep #and I realized neither of them weren't ready yet #Val needed to adjust to this newer danny before learning hes phantom #and danny needed time before he had to let go of more of his carefully hidden secrets #they're at a standstill #who knows how long they'll remain as such #and if Val sat down and thought for .2 seconds she would know #but she *doesn't want to* not right now #at some point she'll make the logical leap but for now she's digesting as much as she can #if you thought Val was taking it too well #I just put faith in that past her anger Val is ultimately a good person and never really wanted to hurt the only friend who never abandoned

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five-rivers · 3 years

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DP/HP twin fic chapter 1

This would be the first chapter of that DP/HP twin fic... I need a name for it before I post it elsewhere... I can’t think of a name... help... @ladylynse I blame you for this entirely. It’s 3k and they haven’t even met yet. What am I doing.

Here’s the thing. Danny had encountered wizards before. And witches. Multiple times.

He was not a fan.

Burning, or other forms of murder, hadn’t ever crossed his mind as a solution to them, even when Freakshow decided to derail his life yet again. Still. There were only so many times you could stumble upon members of a certain group zapping people with bargain-bin neuralyzers and leaving hours’ worth of uncertain memories in their wake before you got sort of fed up.

Memory erasure was great in fiction. Not so much in real life.

Danny got it. He’d erased a couple of memories himself. Well, a lot of memories, depending on how one took the Reality Gauntlet incident. But as far as motivations went, ‘trying not to be dissected by the government’ was a lot different from ‘we can’t be bothered to be discreet about our sporting events and we think it’s funny that our venue managed to attract ghost hunters when these magicless fools have never seen a real ghost in their lives so we’re going to mess with them.’

Yeah. Danny was still annoyed about that. Also, about their reactions to him when he crossed an invisible line that was apparently supposed to repulse ‘no-majs.’

That was before getting into Desiree, one of the few witches to become a proper ghost. According to her, witches and wizards had a different system, and it was rare for magic users to enter the Infinite Realms. Dora’s dragon amulet had also been enchanted prior to her death, although that could have been a ghost’s work, and Dora had never shared where it had come from.

Anyway, the point was that Danny knew about magic as an entity separate from ghost powers and at least a small subset of the living beings that relied upon it.

So, when the woman who dressed like she was living a century ago and smelled of magic walked up to his house, he’d braced himself for a fight. He wasn’t going to let his parents be ‘obliviated’ again. They were oblivious enough as it was!

But. No. She’d come in, no wand in sight (although Danny still wasn’t entirely sure those were necessary) and sat down on the couch, hands primly folded, ignoring all of the… rather questionable features of the Fenton living room.

To add to the weirdness, his parents had been expecting her. They knew her by name. They wanted Danny to be in the room to meet her.

“Edna,” Jack said, with a strained smile. “How have you been?”

“Well enough,” said Edna, her eyes flicking to where Danny stood in the kitchen door, watching. “And this must be young Deneb Alased, correct?”

“Yeah,” said Danny, frowning. There weren’t a whole lot of people who knew his legal name, let alone his middle name. So, who was this? “I am.” He looked at his parents, willing them to clear up whatever this was.

Both of their faces were sour, but they were trying to hide it. Maddie was doing better than Jack.

“This is Edna,” said Maddie. “Why don’t you come and sit down, Danny?” She patted the back of Jack’s favorite recliner.

Danny noticed how Edna’s mouth twitched down at his nickname. His fingers curled, ghost energy buzzing under his skin just barely kept from his eyes. He didn’t like this.

“It’s alright,” said Edna, smiling kindly. “This must be very confusing for you. I would be concerned myself, under these circumstances. What I’m about to tell you may be difficult to process, however.”

“We’d like to start it off, actually,” said Maddie. “When you called this morning—” She broke off, making a face. “We were told this wouldn’t happen.”

“Yes, well,” said Edna. She shrugged. “Purebloods. What can you do? Evidently—Well. You should have your say, first.”

Danny gave Edna another suspicious glance. Maybe all wizards weren’t bad. Maybe Freakshow was an outlier and sports fans just sucked in general.

Yeah, honestly, that tracked. (Cough, Vlad, cough, Dash, cough.)

He sat down. “Okay,” he said. “Way to be ominous. What’s going on?”

“Well, Danno,” said Jack. He laughed nervously.

“You’re adopted,” said Maddie, bluntly.

Danny blinked. “Wait, what?” he said. “Adopted? But I look just like you guys!”

Jack’s nervous chuckles continued. “We are related to your birth parents… not closely, but… Yes.”

“Oh my gosh,” said Danny, feeling several layers of personal identity float away from him. He’d always blamed his weirdness on genetics and family history. Especially the ghost stuff. Then again, his name, which definitely did not match with his parents’ or sister’s, probably should have tipped him off. “You’re serious?”

“I’m afraid so, Danny,” said Jack, kneeling by the chair and patting his knee. “But don’t worry! You’ll always be a Fenton, no matter what!”

Danny nodded, swallowing back emotion. “And Jazz? Is she…?”

“She’s adopted, too. At about the same time as you, in fact,” said Maddie. “So am I and Alicia. It’s a long story.”

“Okay,” said Danny, determined to get that story at some point. “Why is she here, then?”

“I was involved in your adoption,” she explained, “and certain members of your birth family want to get back in contact with you.”

Ancients, that was sure a thing to hit a guy with right after the ‘you’re adopted’ revelation.

Hold up. He was forgetting something. This was a witch. How did that play into this? Because it had to. Witches and wizards, as far as Danny could tell, tended to isolate themselves from the rest of humanity.

He decided he did not like the probable trajectory of this conversation.

“Why?” he asked, because he wasn’t going to say he knew about magic until and unless someone else cracked first.

“Yes,” said Maddie. “Why? Why now? We were under the impression that they would never contact us.”

“Evidently,” said Edna, “Deneb’s birth mother was not properly informed of the decision to put him up for adoption.”

Okay. Yeah. That was a lead-in to his biological parents being magical because he couldn’t think of a single modern western country where that would fly.

“So, what? I was kidnapped at birth or something?” asked Danny.

“Not exactly,” said Edna, wincing. “It was your birth father who filed the paperwork.”

“And she’s only now wondering where Danny is?” asked Maddie, a little shrilly. Her stress from before was now spilling over into anger so sharp Danny could taste it like a knife on his tongue. “Did she somehow manage to forget giving birth?”

“No,” said Edna. “Which brings us to the other matter. One of the other matters. The one who first sent the request for your adoption information was actually your twin brother.”

A third monumental revelation. Wonderful. What next?

“We, of course, contacted his parents, and discovered the irregularity regarding your birth mother’s consent. Hence my presence here today.” She opened her bag and removed a small glass tube, about twice the length of Danny’s palm and the same diameter as a quarter. “There was also the issue regarding how young you were when you were put up for adoption. Generally, our agency deals with the placement of children aged from five to eleven.” She held the tube out to Danny. “Could you hold this, please?”

“Do you really need to do this?” asked Jack.

“Due to all the irregularities involved, yes,” said Edna. “Our organization charter unfortunately requires it. If the mother was not consulted, as is required, the reasoning is that other required things are not as certain.”

“Hold up,” said Danny, hands tightening around the ends of the armrests. “These people—” Who were most probably wizards, and wasn’t that a thing to get his head around, “—they’re not trying to get custody of me again, are they? After giving me away?”

“No,” said Maddie. “We won’t let that happen.”

“We’re not going to give him back to people who were going to abandon him just because—!” Dad broke off. “Uh. Because.”

Smooth.

“You know,” said Danny, deciding to cut off… whatever this was. “Even if this ‘test’ is, like…” He trailed off. “Whatever result you want it to be. I don’t know. I’m still going to find out whatever it is you’re dancing around anyway. Because I’m not going to forget this conversation.”

Silence.

The witch twitched slightly towards where Danny knew her wand was hidden.

Screw it. “And I’m not going to let you erase my memory. You people do get how messed up that is, right?”

Danny was treated to the sound and sight of three jaws dropping open.

“How do you-?” started Maddie.

“You remember when we went to that camp because people thought it was haunted? But you didn’t find anything? Well, they managed to get both of you that time, but not me. And I know you’re one of them, so I’m betting that whatever this is, it has to do with magic.” He paused. “It was some weird magic sporting event, apparently.”

“The-? You went to the Quidditch World Cup?” asked Edna.

“What? No!” protested Maddie. “That was in Britain, wasn’t it? We were just in the next state.” She scowled. “I’m going to write a letter of complaint. Even if we’re living without magic, we’re not no-majs. We’re squibs. They had no right to obliviate us.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “Yeah. You’ve lost me. Squibs?”

No one seemed willing to answer the question.

“If you’d just take this,” said Edna, holding out the tube a little desperately. “It will be much easier to explain all at once.”

Danny looked up at his parents. Jack looked at Maddie. Maddie drummed her fingers on the back of his chair.

“It’ll be fine,” said Maddie, “probably.”

“Fine,” said Danny. He took the tube. Almost at once, it started glowing green.

“Oh,” said Edna, frowning and leaning closer. “It usually isn’t—”

The tube exploded, embedding several small glass shards in Danny’s hands.

“Ow,” said Danny.

“Oh,” said Edna again, evidently not registering the small splinter of glass in her cheek. “Well. Whoever your birth father hired to test your magic as an infant obviously got it wrong. Congratulations, Mr. Fenton. You’re a wizard.”

“My hand is bleeding.”

“Yes,” agreed Edna. “It isn’t supposed to explode, you see.”

Once Danny got cleaned up, which involved a lot of glaring at Edna from Maddie and Jack, they adjourned to the kitchen, which was free of random glass shards.

“The adoption organization I work for,” said Edna, “places squibs—people born to magical parents who do not have magic themselves—with families of squibs. Assuming the child’s birth parents do want to give up their child over something like not having magic.” Her nose wrinkled. “The common wisdom is that it is easier for such children to grow up in an environment that is not explicitly magical. In any case, it is my personal belief that anyone who would give up a child over something like that isn’t going to be the best of parents.”

“Alright,” said Danny, “so… all of us are squibs.”

“Except you, apparently,” said Edna. “It’s hard to tell whether or not someone as young as you were when you were given up will be magical or not. Which is why we usually only deal with older children. I don’t suppose you’ve noticed anything odd happening around yourself? Or unusual abilities?”

Danny stared at her flatly for several long moments. His entire life could be classified as ‘odd,’ and most of it he wasn’t about to share with Edna. Or his parents, as much as he loved them.

But, on the other hand, he now had a great excuse for at least some of his weirdness. His parents wouldn’t think ghost if they could think wizard first.

“Like, define ‘odd,’” said Danny. Despite his earlier encounters with wizards, he had no idea what was normal for them. Other than memory wiping. Which he could not do and wouldn’t have demonstrated anyway.

Okay. If was actually a wizard, and Edna’s doohickey wasn’t just reacting to his ghostliness, he probably could learn how to do the memory thing, but he didn’t know now, so the distinction was meaningless.

(Maybe being a wizard or a squib or whatever was why he wasn’t just. Dead.)

(Yeah, he didn’t want to think about that.)

“Just… Being in one place, and then a different place. Surviving something you shouldn’t have been able to unscathed. Things moving by themselves or changing color or size. Temperature changes. Something you want very badly happening, even if it is impossible or extremely unlikely.”

“Okay,” said Danny. “Yeah.”

“To which one?” asked Jack, concerned. “I haven’t noticed anything like that except what the ghosts do.”

“Um,” said Danny. “This?” He put his hand down on the table, intending to leave an icy handprint. That should be acceptable, right? If temperature changes were normal…

His nerves got the best of him. He knew he was nervous showing even one of his powers around his parents. He overcompensated.

The table was covered with frost.

“Oops?” said Danny.

All the blood had left Edna’s face. Jack and Maddie didn’t look much better.

“Dear lord,” said Edna. “You can do that at will?”

“Yes,” said Danny, holding his hand close to his chest. “More or less.”

“Danny,” said Jack, “why didn’t you tell us?”

“I thought you’d think it was a ghost thing. You kind of shoot first and ask questions later about ghost things.”

“Oh my god,” said Edna. “Never mind that. You can do wandless magic and you’re fourteen?”

“Fifteen,” said Danny, “but, yeah. I guess.”

Evidently, this wasn’t normal.

Also, his comment about shooting first hurt his parents’ feelings. Go figure. Not like they weren’t keeping a massive secret.

“So,” said Danny, once the other discussions had been shelved for the time being, “I have a brother? I think a brother was, at some point, mentioned.”

“Yes,” said Edna. “A twin brother. He wants to meet you. Along with your biological mother.”

“And if I don’t want to?” asked Danny. “If I don’t want to have anything to do with them?”

“I don’t even know,” said Edna. “I can’t believe you slipped under the national detection spell. There’s going to be so much paperwork involved in this. International paperwork.”

“Huh?”

“You were born in Britain,” said Edna, as if this were a minor detail.

Yeah. Like his sense of self needed any further pummeling.

“But it isn’t our fault everything is so messed up,” said Danny. He maybe had some curiosity about his twin brother, but if there was any risk he’d be taken away…

“I understand,” said Edna, “but nothing like this has come up before, as far as we know.” She sighed. “If it makes you feel better, I will use any influence I have in the matter to recommend that you retain custody of Deneb. In the meantime… Do you want to, uh, open communications with any members of your biological family?”

“I don’t know,” said Danny. “Can I think about it?”

Relations in the Malfoy household had been strained ever since Draco’s investigation of his family tree (unrelated to the return of the Dark Lord and how blood purity was now much, much more important) had revealed that his twin brother had not, in fact, died at birth.

And by strained, Draco meant that his parents had taken to living on opposite sides of the manor, interacting only when there were visitors. Visitors such as his father’s Death Eater friends, members of society, and various government officials. All of whom were more alike, and had greater overlap, than even Draco had initially suspected.

This left Draco walking on eggshells between the two of them and wishing for Hogwarts to start again. Anything he did to please one had to be entirely out of sight of the other, or else they began to fight again. Truthfully, Draco was more on his mother’s side, all things considered, but his father was the one with the friends, and Draco couldn’t stay home under his mother’s wings for all his life. Like his dragon namesake, he had to fly.

Which he would most certainly do. Soon. No, he wasn’t hiding from his parents in his room. That would be ridiculous. They knew where his room was. They could find him if they wanted to, and neither of them was anywhere near him. He knew. He’d checked.

This made the inarticulate shriek of rage he overheard from his mother all the more concerning.

It was enough to make him emerge – cautiously! – from his self-imposed exile.

He was curious. And stupid. It got him into enough trouble at school, why not at home?

Also, he really needed to know. For his own safety. Tiptoeing around whatever disaster just happened would be impossible if he didn’t know what it was.

Instead, he tiptoed after his mother.

His mother, who was angry enough that sparks were coming off the end of her tightly gripped wand. Green sparks.

Draco had never actually seen the killing curse in action, but his mother’s face screamed murder all on its own, no magic required, despite the fact that Draco was only catching glimpses of it as she strode towards his father’s half of the house.

This was going to be bad. Terrible. Possibly the kind of event that saw one of his parents in Azkaban and the other in little, tiny pieces all around the smoking room.

Lucius, for his part, looked paralyzed where he stood, and Draco briefly entertained the notion that Narcissa had managed to cast petrificus totalis on him without moving her wand or speaking the words.

Narcissa planted herself firmly in front of Lucius and glared up at him, seething, her breath making sucking noises as it passed through her teeth.

She punched Lucius in the face. The man toppled, clutching his nose. Narcissa kicked him.

It was a good thing that the Malfoys had no neighbors, because what Narcissa screamed next likely could have been heard for at least a mile.

“He wasn’t even a squib, you lying bastard!”

#danny phantom #harry potter #dp/hp twin au #dp/hp crossover #my writting

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 3 years

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Don’t Go Running Off Into Danger, Even If I Do pt 2

So, I have no clue what a publishing schedule is. So here, have more of this dumb fic at 11 pm. FUCK SLEEP! SLEEP IS FOR THE WEAK!

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Chapter 2

Danny and Jazz managed to finish just in time to put everything away before their parents got home. He’d actually managed to have a ghost free night. But the peace wasn’t going to last. And this wasn’t about ghosts. He got slammed into his locker. “Hey look, it’s Fenturd. What’s with the dumb picture of Phantom? You’ll never be on his level,” Dash said and laughter broke out. Danny groaned. At least they didn’t know he was trans. He’d be beaten twice as much if they knew. The locker door closed and locked. “Seriously Dash? I have to get to class!” He yelled through the metal. “Whatever Fentina. No one cares! Oh hey, it’s fresh meat!” Dash went away from Danny’s locker. Danny had found out a way to make it so he could open his locker from the inside without it being outerwardly compromised. He jumped out. It was those kids from last night. “Leave them alone Dash. They haven’t even been here for a day yet. The rules are that newbies get a probation period,” Danny crossed his arms. “I don’t know Fentoenail. Would you like to take their beating?” Dash mocked him. Danny sighed. He’d have to do this. “Any day,”

Danny regretted everything. Dash had hit him twice as hard as normal and his locker trick wasn’t working. Everything hurt. He was going to miss Lancer’s class. At least his ghost sense wasn’t going off or something. Lancer wouldn’t miss him. Suddenly, his locker opened and he tumbled out. He yelped. “Are you okay?” The girl twin said. “No worse than what I’m used to,” Danny brushed himself off. “You didn’t have to do that,” The boy twin told Danny. “Yeah, I kinda did. The probation period is sacred. Dash knows that,” “Probation period?” The boy said. “A rule we made up last year. If Dash really wants to break it, I take the beating instead. Fenton gets to take the beating so the new kids don’t have to,” “That’s not fair. You should report him,” “Nah, he threw like four perfect throws last night and is exempt from punishment,” “Football?” The boy gave Danny a knowing look. “Danielle- I mean Daniel Fenton to the main office,” The loud speaker said. “Oh come on! At least it was probably just a misread,” Danny was fuming. The beating plus being deadnamed was getting on his nerves. “We have to head there too,” The girl said. Danny shrugged and let them follow him.

Lancer called them all in at once. “Sup Lancer. Can I help you?” Danny leaned against the wall. “Mr Fenton. You and I both know that you need to show me more respect. W-what happened to you?” Lancer looked up from his papers. “Just a certain football star. Nothing I can’t handle. He broke the probation period,” “That’s a rule between students. I have no need to enforce it,” Lancer sighed. “I have no clue why you of all people were chosen for this, but you are too be Mr and Ms Pines guide around the school,” “Jazz not good enough for you? Had to pick the ‘slacker’ Fenton?” “Daniel, mind your tone. Jazz is our top student,” “We all know I’m destined to fail in life. Can I get their timetables?” “Yes of course. Listen Danny, both you and I know you’re capable of better grades. I don’t understand why you don’t try,” Danny wasn’t in the mood for Lancer’s pep talks. “I’ve got more important things to worry about,” Danny grabbed the papers and stalked off with the Pines Twins on his heels. “Why didn’t he do anything about Dash?” the boy asked. “He has no reason to. Not like I’m about to ask,” Danny handed them their timetables. He’d seen that the girl was named Mabel and the boy Mason. “We’ll start with your classes Mason,” “I prefer Dipper,” “I’m not calling you by a dumb nickname. Let’s go,” Danny growled.

Just as he was about to lead Mason to his first class, a royal pain in his ass showed up. “Daniel! I require your assistance, little badger,” “It’s bound to be another plan to get in my mom’s pants. Go away,” “Now, don’t be like that. I’m the mayor after all. You should be honored,” “Plasmius, shut your goddamn mouth. I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck,” Danny said so that only Vlad could hear. “Well, something’s got you in a tizzy. I’ll ask later. I should tell you though, it’s about Danielle,” “What did you do to Dani?” Fury. Wait, he had to get the kids to class. “Nothing. It wasn’t me. You should ask your ghost hunter girlfriend,” Vlad grinned. Fucking Valerie. “Come on kids. You’ve got to get to class,” Danny ignored Plasmius. Valerie was going to die.

At lunch, he purposefully turned into Phantom and waited for Valerie on top of the school. She took no time at all. “What. Did. You. Do. To. Dani,” He glared at her. “I didn’t do anything to her! You’re going down ghost!” “Am I really?” Danny was pissed. She wasn’t getting any mercy today. He teleported behind her. “What the... HOW?” “Where is she?!” He growled. “What do you care? She’s always off on her own,” “Does it look like I care Valerie?!” “How did you know?!” “I know more than you seem to think. Tell me where Dani is. NOW!” He froze her feet. She looked terrified. “What’s wrong with you!? Why do you care so much about her? Ghosts don’t have feelings,” Danny lost it at that point. The laughter was dark. Hollow. Horrible. Val’s terror was visible. “Don’t have feelings? DON’T HAVE FEELINGS? FUCK YOU! I’M SO TIRED OF ALL THIS!” “Phantom, calm down,” Val was terrified. Danny wasn’t done. The rings were threatening to come down and expose him to her. “So you admit this is real? Would you like to know how it feels to die Val? How it feels to live on the line between life and death? Wait, I can’t do that! You don’t have a deactivated portal in your basement that I can make you turn on while your inside. I don’t have a stupid jumpsuit with your dad’s face on it so I can take off the that sticker. You don’t have parents that threaten to rip you apart molecule by molecule for just exsisting! You don’t have to see a future where you become evil because you cheated on one test and your family all died! Can you even begin to comprehend what I go through? Ever been cloned? And forced to do something incredibly painful so that one clone can get fixed and watch another get lied too? And that’s just the brunt of it Valerie. Keep telling me how I don’t feel. How I’m nothing!” Danny screamed at ice engulfed their feet. Val’s eyes went wide. “D-Danny?” She said quietly. “Congratulations! You aren’t as niave as the rest of Amity Park! How does it feel?” He’d snapped. “Calm down! I’ll tell you where Dani is!” She shrieked. That hollow laugh came back. But instead of an angry rant afterwards, he just sunk to his knees and screamed. It wasn’t a wail. It was a scream of pain. Of being done with the world. “I can’t do this anymore,” He sobbed and the rings went down. All that was left now was a beaten, broken Danny Fenton. “You should change back. I’ll take you to Dani,” Danny nodded and followed her. “Sorry I broke down. I’m just sick of people telling me that I can’t feel. That all ghosts can’t feel. You don’t even bother talking to us, ya know?” “Ghosts lie,” “And so do people! I’ve talked to the ghosts. Listened to them. Heard their stories. I protect people, but I protect them too!” “How do you know those aren’t just acts?” “Cause they make sense. I’d have the same response if it was me. If my parents burned down the place I was in because I got caught being gay,” “I’m confused,” “Ember. I told her I wouldn’t tell anyone. But you need to know that they all have reasons for being the way they are. Skulker’s family was hunted, so now he hunts to prove his strength,” “Maybe we should talk to you more,” “Maybe you should. No one asks to die,” “But your parents say that ghosts don’t remember their lives. They’re the leading experts,” “That’s like putting a ten year old in a room of babies. They’re the expert by default in that situation, but an adult would be the expert the moment they walked in,” “Why don’t we know about that,” “Dying is traumatizing. Even half dying is traumatizing. It’s taboo to mention it unless you’re told. No one explains it until they’re ready. And talking about a life before that is almost wrong,” “How did you learn?” “Skulker told me during the Christmas Truce. Ember told me one day when she just wanted to be left alone, but I did too. I guess things end up working out in weird ways,” “The Christmas Truce?” “On Christmas Eve and Christmas, ghosts have a truce. No one is allowed to fight anyone that day. The Ghost Writer broke the truce and Walker got to haul him off in just means,” “We really know nothing about ghosts, do we?” “No, you don’t. They even have a party. I got invited last year. Skulker let me make the star! It took me weeks to get it right,” Danny smiled at the memory. He’d made a scale model of a blue giant that went through it’s life stages. “So there’s a whole society?” “A government. Systems. Main rules. Taboos. Just cause we’re ghosts, doesn’t mean we don’t have a system,” “I’m sorry,” “What?” Danny nearly froze. “I’m sorry that I made so many assumptions. I never should’ve chased you or any ghost like that,” “Keep them out of Amity Park and send them back to the Zone. Most ghosts forget that living is dangerous, so they just rampage. I keep trying to talk sense into them, but they’re pretty stubborn,” “What about the dog?” “Dog? You mean Cujo? I was trying to stop him from trashing Axiom. He was trying to get a toy. I’m sorry that recked your life Val,” “My life? Wrecked? When compared to you, my life is a dream. It’s not like I died,” “I guess you’ve got a point,”

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Thanks for reading. I just like fics where Val finds out, and this one seemed like an okay place to stick it. Dani is fine. I’ll fill you in on that next chapter, but I should get some sleep.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #trans!danny #trans!dipper #danielle (dani) phantom #valerie gray #mr lancer #red huntress #cujo #skulker #ember #ghost writer #christmas truce #gravity falls #dipper pines #mabel pines #I know Dipper's real name because I learned about the series through journal three #ocs

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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Ectober Week Day 7: Masquerade/Laboratory - This Is Not In Vain Chap.1: Familial In Vein

The weirdest things always happen to Danny. This time, apparently, his ectoplasm is sentient.

Danny walks down into the basement only to just seemingly get struck by two massive bolts of electricity. Promptly passing out on the floor.

Jack and Maddie only had a second to gape as the new invention both of them were fiddling with flat-out attacked Danny. Both passing out right after.

They come to before Danny, firmly confused by not being able to move their bodies....no, body actually.

Maddie: ‘what’s going on? Why does this body hurt and ache so much?’.

Jack: ‘not sure Mads, you sound like your bouncing around in my head’.

Maddie: ‘yours as well. I think, we were both holding the device right? Before it zapped Danny?’.

Jack: ‘yes, yes we were. But then. No that shouldn’t work? Danny-boy’s no ghost’.

Maddie: ‘he has ectoplasm in him Jack. That’s probably enough. But why does his body feel like this? It’s like he’s covered in tender bruising’.

Jack: ‘so we, are in, Danny’s body then? Since the SOS, Shadow Over Shadow, was supposed to let humans overshadow ghosts? And I don’t know Mads, maybe he was working out?’.

Maddie: ‘I think we are. But since Danny isn’t actually a ghost, I’m pretty sure it worked wrong’.

Jack: ‘of course! We must just be overshadowing the ectoplasm to a degree’.

Maddie: ‘then maybe...’.

Maddie tries moving but more fluid, tense up, and like muscles under-skin, rather than actually outwardly moving. Both of them picking up on a slight sloshing in Danny’s body that is decidedly very uncomfortable. Maddie mentally cringes as Danny jerks and snaps awake. Danny shakes out his arms, “what the?”.

Maddie: ‘maybe that wasn’t the best idea’.

Jack: ‘probably shouldn’t control any part of him. Except for communication maybe? Think he can hear us?’.

Maddie: ‘we’re likely in his ectoplasm not his mind. I’m sure sweetie can figure it out though...you did write down all the details right?’.

Jake: ‘uhhhhhh’.

Danny shakes his head and gets up, “okay that was weird”, looking around and tilting his head, “I’m pretty sure my folks were down here”.

Jack: ‘that was quick! That’s a Fenton for you!’.

Maddie: *chuckles warmly*

Danny walks over to the workbench -both parents noticing how his hip aches at the movement- and tilts his head down at the mess all over it. Grabbing a pencil and poking at one of the smoking devices, “okay, obviously that’s what zapped me. Let’s not do that again”, grabbing the schematics, which is pretty much just a drawing, no details or notes.

Maddie: ‘JACK! How is he supposed to even attempt to fix this?’.

Jack: ‘whoops, heh’.

Danny pulls out his phone and starts taking photos, “just in case there’s some side effects. Just reverse engineer some and fix the problem as needed”, chuckling, “hopefully Tuck won’t have to hack NASA again just to do that”. Slipping his phone back in his pocket and heading up the stairs, intending to snoop around for his folks some.

Maddie: ‘hacking? Tucker hacked the government?!?’.

After looking around for a bit Danny shrugs, “must be out hunting or something. Maybe I sho-”, Danny cuts himself off at feeling a chill through his body and feeling mist plume out of his mouth. Snapping his head to the side and crouching, moving forward silent and cautious.

Jack: ‘what was the cold? What’s he doing?‘.

Maddie: ‘seems like prowling? But I really don’t know’.

Danny sticks his head around the door, spotting Cujo and sighing with relief. Straightening up and walking forward, bending down to ruffle the pups' fur, “what’s up boy? What? Get bored? Let me see if I ca-”

Maddie: ‘Danny! What are you doing?!? That is a ghost!’, pushing and pulling to move away from the ghost.

Jack: ‘surely he knows....right?’.

Maddie: ‘it’s green and glowing’.

Danny jerks, wincing as his ectoplasm seems to spasm and splash against his vein walls, “OW, what the fuck?”.

Maddie: *mentally cringing* ‘sorry sweetie. It’s just, that’s a ghost’.

Danny waves off Cujo’s worried head tilt, “I’m okay. Body’s just being weird. No need to worry bud”, standing up and shaking himself off, “now let’s see about fetching your ball”, Danny hops up the stairs and digs around in his room. Tossing up a glowing green tennis ball, and chuckling as Cujo flings himself through the air to nab it.

Jack: ‘he definitely knows that’s a ghost. So why?’.

Maddie: ‘I don’t know, I just don’t get it. I want to make him stop, getaway. But...’.

Jack: ‘we can’t control him. We shouldn’t Mads’.

Maddie: ‘but...’.

Jack: ‘I know. But who knows what moving his ectoplasm around could do? And, and it’s Danny-boys life’.

Maddie: *sighs* ‘the thing’s probably tricking him. But I guess, sometimes we have to learn lessons the hard way’.

Danny smirks as Cujo leaps out of the window. Danny quickly rushing over and sticking his head out, looking down with a soft smile at the cute little head tilt Cujo’s doing. Chuckling, “ah a boy and his dog. Never been so damn ghostly. But hey, that works well for me”. Danny flings himself out the window and lands on the ground in a crouch, springing to stand upright quickly.

Maddie & Jack: !!!

Danny smirks down at the Cujo, “race ya? On foot though, body’s being weird”.

Cujo spits the ball at him which he easily catches as Cujo bolts off. Danny chuckles and shakes his head. Smiling wide as he gives chase, jumping over obstacles and occasionally sliding across the ground. Eventually springing past Cujo, turning his head to smirk at the puppy; who yaps back. As they make it to the park.

Jack: ‘I didn’t know Danny-boy was so athletic! Well, it’s a great skill for any future hunter!’.

Maddie: ‘......he never seems it’.

Danny throws around the ball with Cujo for a while, occasionally throwing it with some ghostly strength or jumping abnormally high to catch the balls Cujo spits back out at him. Both eventually tire of it and just lay in the grass. Danny absent-mindedly petting over the glowing fur. Watching the sky, “you know buddy, I think if you weren’t a ghost my folks would love you. Personally though, ghosts dogs better”, sighing, “is it odd that I’m on better and more friendly terms with ghosts than humans? I mean sure, Skulker shot me with arrows again and I might have punched him a few times more than necessary. But ain’t that half the joy? Sparing?-”.

Maddie: ‘WHAT!!!’.

Jack: ‘Skulker, whoever they are, is getting decked’.

“-And I mean really? There is something really satisfying in winning a tough fight. Plus, covered in my own blood, ‘plasm, and other assorted viscera, is a winning look for me. And at least Skulker, right, guy makes stellar lemon Creme pie. And humans, oof, how many of them consistently treat me well? Very goddamn few”.

Jack: ‘who’s treating him meanly? Bullies?’.

Maddie: ‘must be, school can be a hard time. I’m more worried about how he seems to like get injured....he doesn’t get hurt that much does he?’.

Jack: ‘he limps sometimes. What about his clothing? Any...blood, on them?’.

Maddie: ‘....I...haven’t done his laundry in years’.

Danny sits up with Cujo rolling around in his lap. Scratching the dog’s belly, “so fuck it. So what? Who cares... well besides my folks”, groaning, “do they have to be so bigoted and anti-ghost? And I kind of think that they’re trying to impress me with all the ghost hunter stuff”, shrugging, “which yeah, makes sense right? Not like Jazz is going to run FentonWorks in between all her schooling. And it’s not like they know anything about what I do with my time”.

Jack: ‘doesn’t get just hang out with his friends all day? Video games, going out to eat, that stuff?’.

Maddie: ‘we never actually ask. But that’s what I thought. Does he, does he really dislike how we are about ghosts? It’s not just some teenage rebellion?’.

Jack: ‘maybe we’ve been protecting him too much from the evil and harm they do?’.

Danny gets up and stretches. Cujo running in a little circle and yapping before just running off. Danny chuckles, “never much of one for my verbal bullshit huh?”, rubbing at his chest and sighing before checking the time on his phone. “Well I guess I should probably let my ‘plasm flow more normally”, prodding his chest again, “wound should be closed enough so that I won’t bleed any ‘plasm”, pushing a bit hard and wincing, “ahhh okay that’s still cracked. Damn”, before rolling his shoulders and letting his ectoplasm flow more normally through his chest. -both parents involuntarily jerking Danny’s ectoplasm from just how much pain is in Danny’s chest-

Danny shakes off the weird pulse or whatever, putting his hands in his pockets and starting to walk only to pause and tilt his head, “okaaaaay? This don’t feel right. It shouldn’t be this heavy?”, groaning and tilting his head, “wonderful, that whatever the fuck messed with my ‘plasm”. Danny turns on his heels and starts off home, grumbling, “probably should stick to the ground then. Don’t exactly feel like face-planting into cement today”, chuckling and shaking his head as he pulls out his phone to look over the photos.

Maddie: ‘what’s wrong with his chest? Why does so much hurt and what’s this cold ball?’.

Jack: ‘I...I don’t know Mads’ he tries to gently move around the ball, picking up that more ectoplasm seems to be being formed by it. ‘It, is this why Danny never seems to get less contaminated?’.

Maddie: ‘this, that, shouldn’t be possible’ poking at the ball and squeezing it a little.

Danny shivers slightly and looks down his shirt collar, quirking an eyebrow, “oh goddamnit, it hasn’t been that long since I’ve used you”, groaning and turning onto the street, “don’t tell me my Core’s also being messed with? I’d really rather not freeze over...again”. -at that the two make a damn point to leave the cold ball alone- Danny weaving through crowds while looking at his phone again. Easily able to sense where people are and how close they are due to his ecto-field.

Jack: ‘Danny’s got a core? Ghost core? How? And wow, he’s really good at navigating!’.

Maddie: ‘the shape, location, it makes sense. But it shouldn’t be possible-‘ she cuts herself off at feeling a chill go through Danny’s body again. This time clear it originated from the core.

Danny looks around and squints, quickly and smoothly navigating into an alleyway and waiting. Picking up that whoever is clearly following him.

Maddie: feeling the ectoplasm their possessing vibrate and grow staticy ‘what the?’, trying to make it stop.

Jack: ‘can, can Danny-boy control his ectoplasm you think?’.

Danny scrunches up his face and glances down at his, not invisible, hand. Growling at it, “oh come on. Now’s not the time body”. -both parents jerk, making Danny’s ectoplasm slosh, from the vibrating static returning and Danny’s hand becoming invisible- Dannh shake his head, “annoying”, before squinting at the alleyway opening.

Jack: ‘HE HAS POWERS?!?!??????’.

Maddie: ‘this, what, it shouldn’t, this makes no sense’ trying to return the ectoplasm to normal because this is just wrong.

Danny hisses, “for fucks sake”, and forcing his invisibility to reactivate. Then stilling and stopping his breathing as one of Vlad’s stupid vultures flies in and looks around. Danny rolls his eyes and slinks silently over to it.

Maddie: ‘Danny! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?! YOU DONT HAVE WEAPONS!’.

Jack: forcibly stopping Maddie from moving the ectoplasm their sharing, ‘Mads don’t! He’ll be in more danger if we mess with him!’.

Danny pointedly ignores the strange feelings going on in his body, slowly moving his hands out before grinning wickedly. Grabbing the birds throat and blasting it in the face with a green beam, chuckling darkly, “boo. I have no time for you today”.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!

The bird squawks, startled as Danny hits it over the head with his thermos. Promptly sucking it in after a second. Danny smiles at the thermos and shakes it, “frootloops vultures are always so damn stupid”. Danny looks around quickly before jumping and scaling up the building. -the parents both confused and disoriented- Danny crouches on the rooftop and looks around.

Jack: ‘oh, oh my Zone. Danny’s vision, he can see so far!’.

Both make a point not to try moving as they feel themselves/ectoplasm tingling and sparking in Danny’s eyes.

Maddie & Jack: !!!! ‘How?’.

Maddie: ‘it, the town looks beautiful like this. The colours, they’re so...intense? Defined? Glowy?’.

Jack: ‘so many details and his eyes, they seem to focus on anything possibly threatening’.

-Both them jerk and slosh Danny’s ectoplasm- Danny leaps off the roof and rolls to land on another. Booking it off after spotting the two other vultures. Stopping and sticking his invisible head over the edge of one building to stare down at the two birds.

Jack: ‘he’s hunting them? That’s great! But he seems to really know what he’s doing? Why wouldn’t he tell us he’s doing this? We could help?’.

Maddie: ‘......maybe...maybe he doesn’t want our help Jack dear’.

Danny flips and drops down on the two vultures, quickly pinning them with his feet and punching them in the face. Spinning the thermos around and sucking them in. Standing upright and nonchalantly walking back out onto the street, visible again.

Jack: ‘because we don’t like ghosts? Like he was saying earlier?’.

Maddie: ‘I think so. But why? They should be disliked’.

Danny’s phone goes off, so he digs it out of his pocket and looks down at it. Chuckling at Tucker’s face before picking up the call, “what’s up Tuck?”.

“I’m bored that’s what”.

Danny shakes his head, “well then I've got no excuse to not bounce my ghost weirdness off you”.

“Goddamnit, I was hoping for a movie or some shit. What’s going straight strange in ghost ville?”.

Danny flips over his hand a few times as he avoids being touched by people on the street, “my ‘plasm’s being weird. Feels heavy, is randomly turning off my abilities, and it feels like I’m startling it. Which is a mind trip and a half”.

“Well maybe it’s gained sentience? That’s exactly the kind of weird that would happen to you”.

“Tuck, that honestly would be impressive but also really horrible. Just how weird do you think I am?!?”.

“Dude, you got turned into jello once”.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!

“At least that had an understandable and obvious reason? I’m pretty sure a little electrical shock shouldn’t create sentience”.

“Well why don’t you ask it?”.

“You just want me to make a fool of m-”, -the two, seizing the opportunity, make a point to slosh and run themselves/Danny’s ectoplasm around and through his veins- Danny pauses, blinking, “oh Ancients. Fuck you Tuck”.

Laughter, “am I a good guess or what?”.

Danny looks down at himself and promptly walks into an alleyway. Making a point to hold his hand over his phone's mic. Grumbling, “why me?”, clearing his throat, “okay then. Ectoplasm? Just, like, fuck this is weird, slosh around in my left foot?”. -the two do as asked-

Maddie: ‘Jack dear, you are so lucky Danny has strange friends’.

Jack: ‘I’m grounded from blueprints aren’t I?’.

Maddie: ‘understatement’.

Danny tilts his head back, “oh Ancients. It had to be that invention”, Danny rubs his face and mutters into his hand, “well I’m not about to undo or, I guess, kill sentience. So I guess this is just my life now”.

Maddie: ‘right, of course. He wouldn’t know it’s us instead of some random new sentience’.

Danny scratches his head and puts the phone back to his ear, “I hate you. I don’t even understand how my folks could make something that could create sentience”.

“Dude, impossible is kind of come by for your halfa ass”.

Jack: ‘halfa? Is that slang?’ Deciding to try something out, he wiggles.

Danny tilts his head at the pulsing feeling and facepalms, “I mean you’re not wrong but still. Also, I’m pretty sure I just got asked what halfa is or something”.

“Congrats dude, your ectoplasm is a child you’re stuck mentoring now, CW would be so proud. Hey Danny’s ectoplasm, vibrate Danny’s eyes if you don’t know what a halfa is”.

“What? No! Don’t do-”, Danny covers up his eyes, feeling them vibrating and zapping, -the two easily able to see green light reflecting off of Danny’s hand-, “screw you Tuck. Now you absolutely are helping figure out how this invention works. Yes I’ve got blueprints. Ancients you’re a dick, I’m in public dude”.

Chucking, “no one ever notices your shit dude. Chill. But yeah I’ll help. Does your ‘plasm know who CW is, just out of curiosity?”.

Danny sighs, holds the phone away, “well? Just do the leg sloshing if you don’t”. -the two, feeling even more confused, do as they’re asked- Danny sighs and puts the phone back to his ear, “nope. So obviously it doesn’t have my memories or access to my brain. Which is weird, cause my ‘plasm is everywhere in me”.

“Danny buddy, just cause it’s flowing around your squishy thought organ doesn’t imply it can actually read your thoughts or memories. So when you coming by?”.

“Right now you salted fuck. The weirder thing is, it seems to be getting startled by me using abilities. It turned off my invisibility twice”.

“So what? It thinks you shouldn’t be able to do ghost shit? That seems pretty backwards dude”.

“Exactly so-” -the two slosh around in his leg again, hopping the question gets across- Danny sighs, “okay, yes it’s confused by the abilities”.

Laughter, “well then, have fun playing a game of twenty questions with something that can’t actually speak to you. I’ll see you in however long. But on a serious note, Danny’s ectoplasm? Yeah don’t block or stop the dudes powers. The guy would be an utter mess without them”.

“Hey! I mean, fine, I would be. But I’m more concerned about my, apparently sentient now, ‘plasm acting up while I’m fighting”.

“Then get it familiar with you using your shit. And shit dude, you should probably be a glow bug so it knows what that feels like. Cause you losing your form in a fight would be worst-case scenario. Plus, that has to feel really strange”.

Jack: ‘form? Glow bug? This is all so confusing’.

Maddie: ‘seems kind of...invasive too. He doesn’t realise it’s us’.

Jack: *sighing* ‘yeah, I’d rather Danny-boy tell us things intentionally. Trusting us’.

Maddie: ‘but he’s so secretive? It’s clear his contamination does so much more to him than we thought’.

Danny sighs, “yeah, but I’m a paranoid bastard. So I think I’ll break the ice slowly, clearly it has access to my senses so I’m just not gonna look at myself. Fuck this is weird. See you soon you prick”, snapping the phone shut and looking around the alleyway. Sighing, “alright ‘plasm. I’m gonna be doing something with you, well more so my Core ‘plasm but still, somethin’ I do a lot so just roll with it ya?”.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!! Having to try very hard to not do anything or try to hinder, feeling the core vibrate and pulse before cold energy shoots out and over Danny. Seeing the very bright light pass over his eyes. As all the regular ectoplasm/them starts vibrating and flowing more readily and closer to the surface. Feeling Danny’s feet leave the ground. !!!!!!!

Danny rubs his neck, feeling sloshing in his leg again, while he slowly floats up. “I mean, you were warned? And you’ll have to excuse me not being forthcoming with information until I know more about you. If the wrong people find out about somethings I keep to myself, it would put me or my family in a lot of danger”.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!!

Maddie: ‘we should be looking out for you, not the other way around!’.

Jack: ‘danger from ghosts? Or humans? We can defend ourselves well. I don’t want Danny-boy worrying about us...’. Moving around in slow circles in Danny’s back.

Danny blinks as he floats above a rooftop, tilting his head and laughing, “are you, are you trying to rub my back?”, shaking his head, “okay obviously you have some knowledge of things”. Shaking his head and kicking off from the roof. Floating up through clouds and looking down on Amity. “So this town yeah? My home”.

Maddie: ‘we...Danny....is flying. HOW?’

Jack: ‘it’s, really wonderful. Everything’s so small!’.

Maddie: ‘but how?!?? This isn’t normal Jack?’.

Jack: ‘it’s not hurting his body, he’s having fun, I think, Mads. And it’s nice. Weird’s a Fenton’s normal. Danny-boy is just really weird I guess. It must be because of whatever he did to make his ectoplasm, us, closure to his surface and all vibratie’.

Maddie: ‘he shot an ecto-beam earlier. Invisibility. Jack he has ghost powers, many. He’s not a ghost, this doesn’t make sense’. Making them slosh in Danny’s leg.

Jack: ‘Mads...’.

Danny shakes his head with a sigh and dives down, twisting and turning, still invisible, through the alleyways, speaking quiet -the two are past their shock enough to hear how his voice echos, like a ghosts-, “so flying’s a weird thing to you. Okay. Slosh around again of that’s because you think I shouldn’t be able to do this”, Danny squints his eyes -the two sloshing around in his leg- Danny nods, “okay then. Is....is that because it’s something a ghost can do? Slosh for yes by the way”.

Jack: ‘this is an annoying way to communicate’ sloshing around as asked.

Maddie: ‘at least we can. But this is still so wrong. He’s clearly good at this....comfortable with it’.

Jack: ‘I’m more bothered he hid it honey. Probably because of how we feel about ghosts. Mads, I think he doesn’t want us to dislike this. Whatever it is. So he just didn’t tell us because...’.

Maddie: ‘because he’s afraid. Oh sweetie, sorry. I, okay, no matter how wrong, I don’t want him feeling we dislike something about him’.

Jack: ‘it still feels wrong finding out like this. Not earning his trust. But it is fun. I can see why he likes it’.

Danny nods, “alright. Hmmmmm. So then I should only be able to do what a human can?’. -the two slosh again, a bit aggressively actually- Danny twitches and snorts, rolls his eyes, “now since I know you’re not in my mind so to speak. What’s my name? Slosh at the right letter. A, B, C, D-”, Danny smirks at the sloshing, “okay, last name then. A, B, C, D, E, F-”, Danny nods at the sloshing. “Okay, you know who I am then. So you are not just randomly spawned sentience then?”.

Jack: ‘that’s my boy!’ Sloshing and jerking around a bit more excitedly than necessary.

Danny jerks in the air, “okay, first off, ow. That’s my veins and shit you are running around in you know. Second off, do you actually want to be in my body? Slosh for yes, don’t do anything for no”. -the two make a damn point of not moving- Danny sighs happily, “oh Ancients thank fuck. No offence or anything, but I’d rather not have another random person in me. Especially controlling part of me. I’ll see if I actually decide to believe you though”, Danny grins, seeing Tucker’s house, promptly flying inside.

Tucker waves at Danny -the two parents jerk, caught off guard by the light flashing over Danny’s eyes again and feeling themselves/Danny’s ectoplasm sink deeper- Danny holds up a hand, “before you say anything. It seems this is not random sentience, but at least one actual person. They’re not being a dick so clearly they are a Fan of me but I don’t cook in Frying Pans with them”.

Maddie: ‘? You cook with us? What does cooking have to do with anything?’.

Jack: ‘we’re definitely fans though’.

Tucker groans, “well that’s more complicated. Blueprints”.

Danny tosses his phone over and flops to lay down in a beanie-bag chair, “tell me about it. They claim they either want out or this was an accident. But well, people lie, no offence whoever you are”.

Tucker snorts, “well at least you can communicate to some degree”, pointing at Danny, “also this sounds like your ‘plasm is being overshadowed”.

“Pretty sure not even ghosts can do that and I’m sure that whoever is human”, twitching his leg slightly at the sloshing, “okay yes, human. Which makes less sense than if it was some really weird ghost”.

Jack: *laughing* ‘yes ghosts can do some strange things!’.

Maddie: ‘which you seem to be able to do too. But...you’re not a ghost so...I guess it’s sort of okay’.

Jack: *chuckling slightly* ‘he still can’t hear us’.

Maddie: ‘he’s going to figure out it’s us in here. We’re going to have to talk about this...what he can do. Not to mention all the pain his bodies in. We shouldn’t get our words wrong...I, I don’t want to upset him’.

Jack: ‘....yeah. He didn’t choose to tell us, show us, this. Least we can do is not bug him about it. Though I am super curious! How’d he get these abilities? Learn to use them?!?’.

Maddie: ‘don’t bombard the boy with questions Jack dear’.

Danny shakes his head, watching Tucker flip the phone around and zooming in on the screen randomly, “Danny dude, have you even looked at any of this yet?”.

Danny shakes his head, “naw, Cujo showed. Puppy gets what puppy wants. That whoever wasn’t to pleased about me getting close to the green glowing dog”.

Tucker looks up from the screen, looks to the side and pulls a face, before looking at Danny, “so let me get this straight. You got zapped, cause that’s definitely what this does, by your folks invention. Now you’ve got someone overshadowing your ‘plasm who is seemingly confused over the abilities and seemingly doesn’t like ghost”.

Danny raises an eyebrow, “yup. Sounds about right”.

“Danny, you’re a fucking idiot. Have you seen you’re folks today?”.

“This morning up, but not since after dinner”, Danny screws up his fave and goes wide-eyed, “oh fu-”, only to get cut off by something impacting the wall and blowing up.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!!! ‘DANNY!!!!’.

Danny quickly transforms and grabs Tucker, turning them both intangible and flying out. Depositing Tucker on the roof. Both look over the ledge, Danny grumbling, “Ancients shit, Walker. Damn”.

Jack: ‘who? What’s going on? Why’d that ghost attack Tucker’s room?’

Maddie: ‘I think he knows a lot of ghosts we don’t. I wish we could help’

Jack: ‘do you think he’s been using these powers to fight ghosts? That that’s an enemy of his? That’s what I’d do if I could fly and shoot lasers’

Maddie: ‘I sure hope not! That’s so dangerous! With us is one thing but clearly he doesn’t hunt with us’

Tucker grabs Danny’s shoulders and spins him to face him, pointing at Danny’s face, “before you go off”, gesturing at the rest of Danny’s body, “you, probably, two. Let him do his shit, he’s good at it”, pointing at Danny’s face, “fuck your life dude”.

Danny glares, “know that I am pushing off my mental freak out. Watch out for his goons”.

Danny jumps off the roof, invisible, and glides around slowly, watching Walker pick through Tucker’s room with a frown. Whispering with a bit of bite, which is a bit threatening with the echoing voice, “no controlling my ‘plasm. Talk later”.

Danny listens as Walker huffs, annoyed, “the little punks not here”, turning to two of his goons, “I thought the tracker said his signature was here”. One goon shrugs before all four freeze at the sound of Tucker’s parents coming home. Walker grins, “well all the same. It seems we have good bait”.

Danny clenches his fists and bares his fangs in a soundless snarl. Promptly lunging at Walker and uppercutting him, blasting ectoballs at the two goons, sending them flying.

Maddie: ‘were those fangs? And- LOOK OUT!’ She really has to try not to interfere as the ghosts start blasting at him.

Danny shoots up through the roof, avoid one of the goons strange blasts. Quickly getting punched in the gut by Walker. Danny just growls and kicks his stomach, blasting him in the face. Smirking for only a second as he catches Tucker capturing one of the goons out of the corner of his eye. -the two parents actively cheering over that- Danny spins and ducks, avoiding a pink ecto-beam. Snickering, “you’ve always been a bad shot whitey!”. Flipping around and making a shield as Walker teleports behind him and tries to blast him again.

Jack: ‘he’s really good at this! You kick his butt son!’.

Maddie: ‘he shouldn’t be...but I guess it’s good’.

Danny slams his feet on Walker’s chest, making the two slam onto a rooftop. Danny blasts him in the chest a few times and grins a fair bit maliciously, grabbing Walkers collar, growling, “you don’t come after my friends family”, and punches him in the face. Grabbing his arm and flinging him into a building.

Walker grunts and stands, pushing away bits of brick with his hands, glaring at the floating Danny, “if you would just stay in a cell where you belong half creature, they’d be left alone”, shrugging with a cruel grin, “maybe”. Before blasting another beam at Danny. Which he avoids easily. But apparently that pisses Walker off, as he changes sizes into a more massive form. Danny just flips around his thermos with a cocky grin.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!!!!!!!

Danny expertly avoids Walker’s grabbing hands and spins through the air, firing off blasts, “big target! More areas to hit!”. Flying down, away from more pink ecto-beams. -the two, startled and worried, try yanking Danny down to avoid a car that was thrown- Danny jerking, snapping as his flight just cuts out for a few seconds. Car sailing over him only to get hit by something that binds around his chest and arms, pinning them and yanking him towards the ground. Danny gritting out, “that was not helpful. Getting hit by the car was preferred. The goal actually”. -the two a little freaked and struggle a little as they find they can’t really move-

Danny hits the ground hard. Coughing and sputtering but rolling across the ground to hide in an alleyway.

Maddie & Jack: !!!!!!!!!!!! DANNY!!

Maddie: ‘s-sorry. Sorry sweetie. Ow. Be alright Danny. What is this? This feels awful’.

Jack: ‘son....’.

Danny pushes himself up the wall, going against the heavy gravity of the thing tight around him. “Okay, how to get this stupid thing off”, Danny manoeuvres around to try using a dumpster to get something out of his pocket. It’s obvious he’s making a point of not looking at himself. Smiling and grabbing what feels like a tube of lipstick before sucking and rolling through the open door of a building. Falling down the stairs and breaking his nose in the process. -which the two freak out a bit over- Danny chuckles, “well at least something broke my fall”, before adjusting the lipstick blaster to shoot off the bindings. Flexing his left hand and wincing slightly, “fantastic. More broken bones”, before flying through the roof as Walker goes to kick in the building.

Tucker’s shouting, “got the other one!”. Danny only chuckles as a response, before shooting at Walker again. Catching him off guard enough to slam his across the cheek with the thermos. Growling and punching him with his left hand, “stay out of my town”, then sucking him into the thermos.

Danny stands and pants a little, Tucker running up, “dude, why the Zone did you fly into the capture blast? You haven’t done that in years”.

Danny flips him off as he picks up Tucker and flies them back to his place. Both frowning at the destroyed mess.

Dropping Tucker on the ground and doing the light ring thing again. Tucker points at him, “hand, gimme gimme”.

Danny rolls his eyes as they sit on Tucker’s, thankfully intact, bed. “That wasn’t me Tuck. It’s fine though. Everything worked out”.

“Dude, there's blood and ‘plasm all over your face”.

Danny chuckles and grabs one of the towels, cleaning his face off but winces as he whacks his nose, “right forgot about that”. Tucker works on setting Danny’s hand bones as Danny sets his nose with practiced ease.

Maddie: ‘I, Danny what? You forgot?!? This, you’re too good at it. Danny...’.

Jack: ‘Tucker’s, he’s good at this too. We don’t even get hurt like this’.

Maddie: ‘we don’t fight like that. We hunt. That wasn’t hunting. It was a fistfight. A ghostly fistfight. And now he’s hurt’.

Danny sighs as he holds his nose, “so um, slosh if you're my folks. Could really use knowing that”.

Tucker raises an eyebrow, “slosh? Really?”.

“Oh fuck you”, nodding at the sloshing feeling before looking to Tucker, “yeah, it’s my folks and I’m a moron for not realising that sooner”.

Tucker chuckles as he wraps Danny’s hand, “a lovable moron who’s going to have one Hell of a conversation after we, or more specifically I, fix this”.

Danny just grunts with a frown.

Maddie: ‘he’s all broken and that’s what he cares about?’

Jack: ‘he must really be worried what we think then’

Maddie: ‘I think...that he gets hurt like this a lot. But how have we never noticed it?’ Sloshing and swirling around near his hand and nose.

Danny screws up his face, “okay that feels very weird. But don’t worry, I heal pretty, um, fast. And yes I get hurt kinda often, um sorry for not telling you?”.

Jack: ‘fast enough that we never even notice? Must be because of the ectoplasm’.

Maddie: ‘at this point, I think everything is affected by his ectoplasm. I don’t like it. But if, if he’s okay like this, I’ll deal. We’ll deal’.

Tucker snorts and starts laughing, shaking his head at Danny, “dude, maybe save the awkward conversation for when they’re not stuck in you, or where I have to suffer through it for that matter. Also, cats outta the bag so please fix my damn wall”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “pushy pushy. I thought you liked watching people squirm?”. Tucker chuckles, “not you, not like that. You’re supposed to be the tough one. You’ve earned the privacy”.

Danny blinks, “don’t go getting all deep on me”, before turning his head towards the gaping hole and flicking his hand. -the two mental gaping and trying not to react as they feel themselves/Danny’s ectoplasm feel like it’s stretching and bending. Only for bits of the wall and destroyed objects to start glowing and floating back to where they were. Seemingly healing as well. Both easily able to feel Danny’s ectoplasm was a bit depleted now and feeling tired-

Jack: ‘I feel like I need a nap’.

Maddie: ‘that must have used up a fair bit of ectoenergy. Telekinesis’.

Jack: ‘wonder just how much he can do! Mmmmm, hungry too’.

Maddie: ‘you’re always hungry dear’.

Jack: ‘think it’s his ectoplasm actually’.

Maddie: ‘....you’re....right? I’m hungry too. Ectoplasm gets hungry?’.

Danny looks over Tucker’s work before flopping to lay down, grumbling, “you know, I’m always reminded how glad I am that your rooms all ectoplasmicly rich”.

Tucker snorts, “yours is worse. Now nap you idiot. I highly doubt your folks will do anything weird. While I slave away like an overworked carriage horse”.

Danny flips him off but falls asleep anyway. -the two able to tell that he seems to be absorbing in ectoplasm, core processing it and replenishing his own ectoplasm-

Jack: *chuckles* ‘close enough to eating I guess! Slimy yet satisfying!’.

Maddie: *laughing slightly* ‘well let’s not run around much. Let him sleep, and let us, his ectoplasm, replenish’.

Tucker shakes his head at Danny and continues fiddling away, “now I highly doubt ectoplasm can sleep. Would be pretty strange if it did. And Danny would give me s-hassle for being protective”, Tucker pokes where he knows Danny’s ecto-field is around his foot, “Danny’s better for his weird. And you guys accepting him is kind of a big deal to him. I know you’ve seen some weird and confusing sh-stuff. Probably doesn’t make much sense and you’ve probably made your own theories. But if you think Danny needs to be ‘corrected’, just don’t. Drop it. That’s pretty well the worst thing you could do to him outside of trying to dissect him or something-”

Maddie: ‘WHAT!?! We would never!’

Jack: ‘he’s really attached then.... Glad he’s adjusted so well! If he doesn’t want it fixed then of course we won't’.

Maddie: ‘.....even if it’s still rather wrong’.

“-similar. His abilities are part of who he is. So if you hurt him by rejecting or trying to change him, I will never forgive you. Danny-dudes basically my brother. He’s saved my life and everyone’s lives more times than I’m sure I even know. He deserves to be treated right”. Tucker watches as Danny’s foot turns invisible. Snorting, “look at you, figuring out how he works. I’m assuming that’s you agreeing with me? Just do it again if so”. -the two promptly do. Even if it’s weird vibrating themselves- Tucker nods, “good. This is a pretty sh-stupid way for you guys to find out. And know that he would have told you on his own eventually. Someday. He wanted you to stop being so universally hateful to ghosts first”, getting up and grabbing a few extra screws, speaking as he sorts through all the different kinds for the right ones, “seeing as his pup showed, obviously you know he doesn’t hate ghosts. That he’s friendly with some. Well Danny probably won’t appreciate me saying this but I damn well am. He is friendly with a lot of ghosts. More ghosts than there are people in Amity. He will never accept or tolerate your hate for ghosts. So grow up and realise when you might be wrong, cause you don’t know shit”.

Maddie: ‘I didn’t realise he disliked how we were? are? so much. And he’s, he’s friendly with that many?’.

Jack: ‘I’m glad he meant to tell us. And Mads, Danny-boy’s good, he would never be friendly with cruel creatures. So what does that mean?’.

Maddie: ‘I’d like to say he’s being tricked, but....that many? He’s not that gullible. No one is’.

Jack: ‘so what then? I’m sure our science isn’t wrong’.

Maddie: ‘I don’t know Jack’.

Jack: ‘well maybe the animal ones can be okay easier? Like the puppy?’.

Maddie: ‘I’m pretty sure Tucker means more than just animal ghosts’.

Tucker smirks at the machine and grabs Danny’s foot, shaking it violently before springing away. Danny nearly grabbing him and snarling. -startling the two parents and making them a bit confused- Danny blinks before smirking at Tucker, “you’re getting quick. What is it?”.

Jack: ‘wow those are some reflexes!’.

Maddie: ‘he’s like a feral animal.....He’s that paranoid and on guard?’.

Jack: ‘with ghosts that’s good!’.

Tucker shakes his head, “you are such a nightmare to wake up but it’s great dodging practice”, lifting up the device, “just need another part from your folks lab then we’re good. Got a reverse switch already installed”.

Danny nods and gets up, clapping Tucker on the shoulder, “nice. You’re going to make some tech or engineering company very very rich”.

Tucker huffs, “excuses you? I’ll be running it and making myself very very rich. Though you know I’ll always be your technician. Now let’s get your folks out of you”.

“That sounds really messed up Tuck”, Danny wraps an arm around Tucker and flies them off to his house.

They phase through the lab ceiling and land on the lab floor.

Maddie: ‘I think he can do everything a ghost can at this point’.

Jack: ‘which is kind of cool. At least a little. I could see inside our floorboards!’.

Danny stretches and yawns some, “so whatcha need?”.

Tucker digs in a draw and fetches a weird glowing blue tube, an ectoplasm spinner, “this”.

“How, no seriously, how do you always no where everything is down here? Uh, no offence guys, it’s kind of a mess”.

Jack: ‘the sign of being put to good use! No worries Danny-boy!’

Tucker chuckles, “little easy to forget you've got tag alongs?”, Danny nods as Tucker puts the final pieces together and points it at Danny, “this is probably gonna hurt by the way”.

Danny just shrugs, “expected”, before Tucker zaps him and he promptly passes out.

This time Danny wakes up first, seeing Tucker’s face inches from his and nearly punches him in the face, “fucking Zone Tuck”.

Tucker shakes himself slightly, “dude, you weren’t just snapping awake. It was weird. But also kinda cool”. Danny flips him off before both of them look to the still unconscious parents. Jack groaning. Tucker finger guns at Danny, “and that’s my queue to leave”. Danny just rolls his eyes and sits in a chair, waiting for the pair to wake up fully as Tucker bounds up the stairs.

Maddie staggers up, slightly startled by Danny just suddenly being there to help steady her, him asking, “you good? Er, physically anyway?”.

Maddie nods as Danny helps Jack up, Danny coming to stand in front of them. Still short as ever and a fair bit wide-eyed. Danny rubs his neck, “soooooo, my body huh? Interesting place”.

Jack and Maddie Exchange a glance and promptly hug Danny, which they feel kind of bad over how he had tensed up, before relaxing and hugging back.

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