#astronaut danny

[blaiddraws]

after drawing this i realized it's been a HOT minute since I've drawn danny, so i doodled him with his hood/helmet off and. baby boy baby

[dat1angel]

DPxDC Let Danny Be an Astronaut Dammit!

Every dpxdc fic and their mother has Danny not be able to be an astronaut because of his accident. Well I say NO!

LET THE BOY LIVE HIS DREAMS!!

We're talking DC, where meta humans are just a thing that exists. People have extraordinary powers and that's normal. NASA would totally have a specialized space program for metas who's abilities make them particularly desirable for outer atmospheric conditions!

Oh? What's that? You're a meta and your ability make you impervious to extreme temperatures? That would be super helpful in the freezing vacuum of space! Your ability makes you less sensitive to negative effects from g-forces and changes in gravitational pull? You can spend so much more time out of atmosphere without negative consequences!

NASA would love the opportunities opened up by these individuals and their specialized abilities. Give them Danny? They would be frothing at the goddamn mouth.

Doesn't need to breath, impervious to cold temperatures, can fly, so much more, and, if we go space core Danny, doesn’t need rations because he can get sustenance straight from the stars? He's everything they've ever wanted! Who cares if his vitals are fucky? They're normal for him! And once they have record of what his normal values are? No issue! In my vet classes we learn that you wouldn't treat a cat the same way as a bird because they have different needs and normal values. Well it's the same for humans and metas! I don't think Danny's different biology would be as big of an issue as a lot of fics make it out to be.

[tachvintlogic]

I feel like the DP fandom and especially the DPxDC fandom are sleeping on the idea of astronaut Danny, especially retired astronaut Danny.

Being able to turn intangible is a very valuable skill for scientific endeavors and exploration, especially when it allows you to get inside a complex machine and see where the faults are.

And if turning intangible means he doesn't interact with air, that means he's not experiencing air pressure, aka he's in a vacuum. Not dying in a vacuum is a very attractive quality to the "traveling through the vacuum of space" people.

The average astronaut career, from selection to retirement, is about 15 years, and the average retirement age is 48 years old. This is due to radiation exposure limits for missions, and I doubt that Danny would be exempt from this even if he couldn't get cancer.

As long as a premise allows Danny to be in his 40s or 50s, he can be a retired astronaut.

And being a retired astronaut makes his sudden appearance in situations even funnier because it gives other characters something to fixate on.

"Who is this random guy and why he is involved with ghosts?" → "Why is this random astronaut involved with ghosts? What does NASA have to do with ghosts?"

"Why did my summoning circle summon this guy?" → "Why did my summon circle summon this guy? Wait, he's an astronaut. Why did my summoning circle summon a retired astronaut?"

Being a D-list celebrity also gives him lots of leeway to be weird. "Why does Danny know so much about alien cultures?" "He's an astronaut." "Why is Danny weirdly good with tech?" "He's an astronaut." "Why do phones pick up a lot of static around Danny?" "Must be from all the space travel."

And... you know... it's his dream job. He deserves to be happy. Let the boy follow his dreams. Do whatever you want to him when he retires.

[saxonroa]

Danny in space. Danny In Space. DANNY IN SPACE

I got @chrysanthemum9484 for the Holiday Truce. I am quite the fan of Danny having a second space obsession so I couldn’t stop myself from drawing Danny in space.

I hope you like this just as I like drawing it :)

[dashing-through-ecto]

The Phandom decided and your favorit Danny is Eldritch Danny!!!

in second place we have Menace Danny!!!

And as a close third place we have King Danny!!!

Thanks to everyone that participated in the poll.

And now as a little bonus, some of the Dannys that people have mentioned in the taggs that didn´t make it into the poll.

The taggs are from @tachvintlogic for Astronaut Danny, @heyheyitsstillgay for Trans Danny and @dabblingreturns for Danny Devito

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Don't Crack Under Pressure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: (Not phantom planet compliant) Danny's finally an astronaut! He's somehow got through college, after barely managing to pull through high school. But after he manages to make it into a NASA rocket and travel to the final frontier, his helmet cracks. So how does he explain how he got through the entire day to the rest of the crew with a cracked helmet? (from @shadowpixel)

Chapter 1: Let's Take a Rocketship to Space (I hear it's a real swinging place)

AO3 Link

[Warnings for deep space and assumed character death]

Despite the nightmare that was high school, and just barely getting his diploma, Danny managed to get into college. By some miracle he got his engineering degree, and now he was achieving his lifelong dream of becoming an astronaut. His first mission was with a crew of mostly veterans to investigate a NASA probe that had been sent to Psyche, an asteroid in the Main Asteroid Belt which traveled between Mars and Jupiter.

The probe had sent signals indicating that it had collected samples and was processing data, but due to unknown circumstances, it had suddenly stopped transmitting information about Psyche's surface, even though it was still responding to the deep space optical communication signals. All efforts to repair or reprogram it remotely had failed. That was why NASA had decided to send the Eros mission.

Captain Simon Lao, copilot Denali North, engineer Danny Fenton, and geo-chemist Dr. Ivy Grace Carson were selected for the approximately 2 year mission. Their ship would use the same advanced communications system as the Psyche probe to communicate with Earth using optical signals transmitted via lasers, which traveled faster than radio waves, so they wouldn't be completely cut off from their friends and family, despite traveling farther than any manned spacecraft had ever gone before. 

Just five years ago, it would have been a six year mission there and back, if not longer, but using improved ionic propulsion with a little ectoplasmic boost, partially designed by Danny, the speed at which they could reach the asteroid increased dramatically. Once the mission was green-lit, it still took months of testing and training and preparing before the Eros spacecraft could finally launch, but this was it. Today was the day.

"Communications test," Simon said into their headset. "Mission control, do you read me?"

"Loud and clear Lao," came the voice of Miranda in the mission control room. "Check ignition and prepare for liftoff."

Danny felt like he might vibrate right out of his skin in his excitement. He'd been to space once before, that time Technus took over a satellite, but this was different. This was an actual, real life, NASA mission, on a real NASA spaceship with a real space suit and everything. He'd finally made it big. He'd gotten to the place he'd wanted to be since he was two years old and watched the Endeavor launch on TV.

The time leading up to the final takeoff passed agonizingly slowly but at last the countdown commenced. The engines roared to life.

"Nervous, Fenton?" Ivy Grace asked with a smirk. Everyone else in the cockpit had gone on missions for NASA before, making Danny the only newbie, but he was the furthest thing from nervous.

"Not on your life, Doc," Danny responded with a grin. "I've been waiting for this moment as long as I can remember."

The thing about space was that it really wasn't all that far away. Hard to get to, yes, because straight up, and up, and up was not an easy direction to go, but it wasn't necessarily far. The ship took off, and less than ten minutes later it had escaped Earth's atmosphere. Danny stared out the window in awe at the planet Earth growing farther and farther away.

"Go ahead and unbuckle your seat-belts, and you are now free to move about the cabin," Simon said once the autopilot confirmed course and they were on their way.

Danny immediately got out of his seat, almost phasing though his seat-belt by accident in his frenzy, instead of unbuckling it. Long since used to zero gravity from his time in the Ghost Zone, Danny easily flew to the rearmost window to watch his home planet shrink into a speck in the distance while his crew-mates shook their heads fondly. And thus began the ten month journey to the asteroid Psyche. 

The beauty of space was something Danny could never get tired of, even if this mission were to last a million years. Even after months in space, his crew-mates often found him floating by the window, just watching the stars outside for hours on end. Of course, Danny had plenty of other things to do, and he did them, but there were also stars. And they were breathtaking. The rest of the crew preferred to pass their time in different ways.

Ivy Grace spent most of her time isolating herself in her bunk to work on her manuscript with headphones blaring the playlists she'd downloaded for the journey. She was the type who never seemed to get lonely. No matter how many times they asked her, she completely refused to tell any of them what her manuscript was about, which led the rest of them to the obvious conclusion that she was writing hardcore erotica, probably involving tentacles.

Their captain Simon, on the other hand, took great joy in dragging the rest of them into social past-times together. Somehow, they knew a ludicrous number of party games and had packed a two terabyte hard-drive full of movies for the crew to watch during the trip. Simon couldn't seem to stand being alone for ten minutes if they were awake. At least they didn't mind quiet though, and sometimes they would sit in silence with Danny, just watching out the windows.

Lastly there was Denali. She'd been an air force pilot before applying at NASA, but only to pay for college. Originally, she had wanted to go to art school, but after discovering a genuine love for flying, she'd decided to go to NASA instead. For the Eros mission, she'd brought along six, cheap, empty sketchbooks, and requested as many pressurized ink capsules for her pen as she could get away with, since regular pens couldn't write without gravity. She was determined to improve her art skills while she was in space for months at a time, and often asked the rest of them to pose for her drawings.

Once a day, they'd receive communication from Earth. Mission control would call to confirm that they were still on course, and there were no problems on the Eros craft, and they'd get messages from their loved ones back home. Denali got to read her mother's updates on what was happening in the tight-knit community she'd grown up in. Ivy-Grace messaged back and forth with her girlfriend. Simon threw a full on party on the Eros when they got the news that their sister was pregnant and they were going to be an auncle.

Danny got to spend an hour and a half once a week decoding his sister's overly long ghost activity reports from Amity Park. Sam and Tucker kept him updated on how life was back on Earth and added vague statements at the end of their messages that told him things were fine in the Ghost Zone too, even though "all quiet under the green sky" looked like utter nonsense to mission control and the rest of the crew. Danny's parents managed to work in how proud they were of him in every single message they sent.

Ten months passed by slowly but surely. The four of them were already used to each other after their time spent in training, and they knew the importance of getting along with people you were stuck with for two years without escape, so no arguments or bad blood ever developed among them.

After a lengthy travel period, the Psyche asteroid finally came within sight, and the crew assumed landing positions.

"Alright, Denali, prep for landing," Simon ordered, slipping seamlessly into their serious captain mode. Denali flipped the appropriate switches to activate the automatic landing system, and prepared to take over manual control if something went wrong.

"Ready to go," she confirmed.

"Then take us down." It was a pretty smooth landing, with only slight jostling and no malfunctions or unexpected obstacles. Once they touched down on Psyche's surface, Simon sent a communication to Earth. "Mission control, this is Eros, we have safely landed on the asteroid's surface and are preparing to track down the Psyche probe for diagnostic, over."

Even at light speed, communication between Earth and the Main Asteroid Belt took several minutes. Eventually, the response came back. "Confirmed, Eros, keep us posted and let us know if anything happens. Good luck, and stay safe, over and out."

"You heard her, finish suiting up and lets go," Danny urged enthusiastically. He was already in his suit, fully ready to step out onto the asteroid, and just waiting on the other three. The plan was to get the Psyche probe and take it back to the ship to repair or reprogram it as needed, and to download the data it had collected on the asteroid so far.

The Psyche probe was a ways away from the ship, but that wasn't too much of a problem. Denali dropped their buggy onto the surface, and she and Danny headed out to pick up the probe while Ivy Grace collected her samples and Simon made sure that anything that might be needed to deal with the probe was ready to go by the time it got back. As the engineer, Danny would be the one doing most of the repairs, although Ivy Grace was on standby with some chemical tests to run, in case something like that was the problem.

As they drove toward the probe, Danny's feet tapped on the floor of the buggy with excited energy.

"Careful there, Fenton," Denali teased. "Looks like you're about to shake right out of your suit."

"Sorry, it's just... I'm happy," Danny told her. "If I were to call up five-year-old Danny and tell him I was driving on an actual asteroid right now, I think he'd be so thrilled his brain would explode and he would drop dead on the spot."

"I dunno, it kinda seems like I'm looking at a five-year-old Danny right now," she ribbed, and he laughed. "I guess it's a good thing you can't make calls to the past then, or else you'd never get here."

Danny laughed harder. "If you think a little thing like death would stop me from getting here, you're dead wrong." It wouldn't, and in fact, it hadn't.

The two of them talked a little more until the probe was in sight, then got out to give it a look. A preliminary once-over didn't reveal any obvious problems, like exposed wiring from a panel that had shaken loose, or significant exterior damage. They hitched it to the buggy, ready to tow it back to the ship.

So far, the mission had gone off without a single snag, and the crew had high hopes that it would stay smooth sailing the rest of the way. However, everyone knows the moment you start to think everything's going your way is the moment everything starts to go horribly wrong. It was at this moment, that things went horribly, horribly wrong.

The latch on the tow cable broke as Denali and Danny were headed back to the buggy. That alone wouldn't be a problem, because there were spare latches, and it was easily replaced. The problem arose when the cable retracted, and the broken latch slammed into Danny's helmet with a horrible crack that resonated through the headset in Danny's helmet and broadcasted directly into Denali's ears.

She gasped in horror and skipped to Danny's side as fast as the asteroid's low gravity allowed. "Oh my God!" she shouted. "Mayday! Simon, Doc, something happened, the tow-latch broke and hit Danny. His visor is cracked. Oh my God, oh my God."

"Denali, breathe," Simon ordered, their voice level but stern. "Assess the damage. If it's not too bad, he could still make it."

"Right!" Denali turned Danny over to get a cleared look at his visor. "Oh no..." she breathed out, eyes stinging with tears. "It's... it's broken, all the way through. There's a hole the size of my fist, oh my God, Simon there's no... there's no way he could've survived. He's... he's gone." Emotion made her words catch on her tongue, and she blinked rapidly to keep from crying. If she was going to drive back to the ship, she had to see clearly.

There was nothing to be heard in their headsets for a long time.

"Well, bring him back and we'll—" Ivy Grace started to say, but Simon cut her off.

"No," they said. "There's nothing we can do for him if his helmet is fully breached. We can't have his corpse decaying on the Eros during the return trip, and we can't bury him on a metal asteroid." No one had anything to say to that. Simon was right, of course, but they didn't have to like it. "Just... leave him where he is and bring back the Psyche probe. We should get to work if we're gonna have to figure out how to fix her without our engineer.

"At least... you know Danny," Ivy Grace said brokenly, "he'd probably be over the moon to die out in space and not on boring, old planet Earth."

"Y-yeah," Denali agreed, and they all politely ignored the way her voice cracked. "I'm pretty... I'm pretty sure I've heard him say something like that before."

"Yeah, me too," Simon said. "I thought it was morbid then, and I still think so. I'll make the report to mission control. They'll probably bring in an engineer to walk us through a diagnostic and repair."

"Right." Denali tried to swallow the lump in her throat as she changed the latch on the tow line and hooked the probe up again. Then she returned to the buggy to drive back all by herself. "I'm on my way back with the Psyche probe... alone."

Next Chapter

[half-deadmagicperson]

DannyMay Day 29: Ghost Speak

Sometimes Danny switches and doesn't realize it.

Masterpost

[voidlesscreator]

Astronaut Danny but in MHA??

This is a very quick idea, but one where Danny grows up to be an astronaut hiding from the government because of the anti-ecto Acts. NASA is very willing to hide his biology since he is the perfect choice for being an astronaut and there isn't a risk of him dying while on a mission.

During one of Danny's space missions, he accidentally gets knocked off course and flies through a natural portal to the realms and ends up crashing through another portal and crashed into an open area in a big city, which was very lucky.

Danny ends up passing out due to the crash and wakes up later in a hospital with an odd-looking human checking his vitals on a monitor.

This is when Danny learns that when he went through that portal, he ended up in an alternative timeline 200 years into the future where the excess ectoplasm caused humans to develop mini-cores that allowed for one power- or a "quirk" as the people of this universe called them.

[ghostly-penumbra]

DannyMay 2023. Day Twenty-four

“NASA”

Ao3

Danny looked at himself all suited up in his orange uniform.

Unlike the last time Walker had arrested him and put him in new prison garb, this time orange suited him.

“You ready, Fenton?” One of his crewmates asked him, handing Danny his helmet.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” He smiled at his reflection on his visor, and put it on at last.

Space awaited.

[torscrawls]

Space Case

The first chapter of my contribution for the Invisobang is now out! You can read it here or on my AO3.

Artwork by the amazing MinnowMarsh and Amar Art!

Summary: Danny runs into some astronauts from NASA’s lunar mission while trying to do his homework on the moon. This leads to new friends, a new job, and eventually to Danny finding a place for himself out in the stars.

Also, Danny gets to be a gremlin in space.

Lunar Surface: Habitat 00

The first time Danny appeared they didn't know what to do.

There was a child. A teenager. Sitting at their table. Their table on the moon.

Cecilia Perez had worked for NASA for many years. She had been fascinated by the universe and all its secrets since she was a little child and had felt extreme delight in slowly uncovering and discovering new aspects of it through her work.

She had had the immense fortune of being chosen as one of the crew for a new project with a semi-permanent base on the moon.

It had all gone above everyone's expectations and now they had built the majority of the base and set up their residence there. Cecilia herself had lived in her, with generous words, quaint living quarters for a week now, together with four others. They were the first wave, the trials, and they learned so much every day.

Few things really surprised her anymore, as she had woken up to everything from blaring alarms to a surreal vista of storm clouds covering a majority of the visible side of Earth, but this…

This.

Cecilia was currently frozen in the doorway to the communal kitchen, staring with wide eyes and open mouth at a boy sitting at the table and reading a book.

A boy she had never seen before.

A boy who hadn't come with them on the shuttle here.

A boy she had never heard anyone even mention. And everything surrounding this mission was as heavily monitored and controlled as it was possible to be.

She stood there, staring, for what had to be a fairly long time, the boy didn't seem to notice her as he scrunched his brow in concentration and wrote something down in his notebook that laid splayed open on the table at his elbow.

He had almost blindingly white hair and was dressed in a jumpsuit that honestly didn't look too different from their own, and for a second Cecilia wondered if she had forgotten one of their teammates. But he was young, he didn't look to be older than maybe 15, and despite the familiar style of his clothes, what was out of place was the way it shone; despite being made out of primarily a black material, it was covered in shining white specks eerily resembling the stars just outside. The speckled dots started on the black of his arms and legs, few and far between, but got increasingly denser closer to his hands and feet until they blended together into pure white. Either his clothes were embedded with tiny LEDs, or they were in fact glowing.

She stood there, utterly flabbergasted, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation to what she was seeing, any explanation to what was right in front of her, until she heard someone approach her from behind and Naomi Watkins' voice said "Well, what's wrong, Perez? You got yourself stuck to the hull?"

Cecilia Perez slowly turned towards her colleague—her friend—keeping the boy in her periphery as she whisper-shouted her reply in a panicked voice, "There's someone at the table!"

Cecilia was determined to not let her friend walk past her before they knew it was safe and did her best to block Watkins' way into the kitchen, feeling a bit ridiculous since the other woman was so much taller than she was.

Watkins gave a short laugh—too loud—as she pulled her long curly hair up into a ponytail, and Cecilia tensed as she turned her focus back to the boy, but he didn't seem to have noticed the sudden sound. Watkins smiled easily and asked, "What? Is it Lovelace?"

Cecilia shook her head even as he wished that the person in the kitchen was indeed their shorthaired, buff, slightly intimidating, but familiar, commander. "It's—it's a stranger. I don't know who it is."

"Come on, we're only five people," Watkins said as she pushed into the doorway beside her, leaning to see into the room, "you're saying you don't remember one of us after all this ti—"

She stopped short as her eyes landed on the stranger, still reading, sitting at their kitchen table. "Okay, what the fuck."

"Right?!" Cecilia hissed back, eyes still fixed on the stranger.

"Have you informed Commander Lovelace?" Watkins asked.

Cecilia shook her head. "I just found him." She opted for not including the fact that she had been standing there staring for an indefinite amount of time since.

Watkins gave a short nod, her eyes also trained on the stranger.

As they both watched him he slowly reached up a hand and both of them tensed where they stood, before he flipped a page in the book. Grumbling under his breath as he did so.

Cecilia let out a quiet and relieved breath before asking, "Well, should you or I go and tell her?"

"We can use the com?" Watkins said as she slowly leaned closer to the wall, reached a hand up, and pressed the com to turn it on, making it spark to life.

The sudden sound succeeded in drawing the stranger's attention where all their whispered conversation had failed and he whipped his head around to look right at them with wide surprised eyes.

As if they were the ones who were where they shouldn't and had surprised him.

And those eyes. They were green enough that the color seemed to spill from their edges, leaking into the room and casting his face in an almost eerie light; seeping the color out of his cheeks until he looked almost as pale as a corpse.

His sudden movement made both Cecilia and Watkins startle, the latter badly enough for her to remove her hand from the com, turning it back off.

Well, it was too late for stealth now anyway. Cecilia exchanged a look with Watkins, gestured for her to stay back, took a deep breath, squared her shoulders, and asked, in a voice that was only slightly shaky, "Where did you come from?!"

The boy silently pointed to the wall to the right, but Cecilia was well aware that the only thing outside that wall was the surface of the moon itself, no structures or ships or anything.

She took a step closer to the table and pressed on, "Who let you in?!"

"No one," the boy said as he raised his hands in a disarming gesture. His voice seemed to echo strangely in the room. "Sorry. I just wanted to use the table for a second. And I was curious who you were. I haven't seen you here before."

"What do you mean you haven't seen us here—Who are you?!" Cecilia asked, and she would be the first to admit that it came out as quite aggressive, but she was confused and she was stressed and she needed some damned answers.

The boy smiled at that and extended a hand as if greeting. "My name is Danny!"

Cecilia did not take it, instead looking at the appendage cautiously as she asked, "Alright… Danny. What are you doing here?"

The self-proclaimed Danny sent a pointed look down at the book still laying splayed open on the table in front of him before looking back up at her and Watkins with a raised eyebrow. "…My homework?"

And that… was not the answer she had been expecting. She looked over her shoulder to exchange a glance with Watkins, but she seemed just as confused from where she hung back by the door. She looked back at the boy with an incredulous, "Are you serious?"

"Why wouldn't I be? I like to do it here sometimes, on the moon, I mean, but this time when I got here I saw this place! And I just wanted to drop by and say hi and maybe see if you had a table or something. My back hurts from sitting on the ground all the time."

"Why are you doing your homework on the moon?"

"Well I get left alone here! Mostly." He sent them an almost accusing look. Cecilia didn't know if she was expected to feel apologetic or not.

"We're sorry?" Watkins piped up from the doorway.

"Don't be!" Danny sent her a smile and a thumbs up, "I love your work!"

"But that's not an explanation!" Cecilia exclaimed in frustration.

Danny shrugged. "It's the answer to your question. Maybe you should ask better ones if you don't like the answers." The boy calling himself Danny paused, before continuing in a quieter and almost distressed tone of voice, "Oh, Ancients. I'm turning into Clockwork."

He was infuriating, no doubt about that, but he didn't seem hostile. At least not yet. If this was some kind of trick, some kind of attack, then at least maybe she could learn more about him first.

"What are you even doing?" Cecilia leaned to the side, trying to get a glimpse of the book lying open on the table; maybe she could get some answers that way. She needed something to tell the higher ups after all this.

"I'm working on a project for my science class, it's about theoretical travel between planets, and what better inspiration than real space, am I right?"

"I—I guess?" Cecilia agreed before frowning as what he said really registered, "Wait, you're what? In high school?" How did a seemingly ordinary kid end up all the way out here? And from what he said, it didn't sound as if this was the first time he had been here.

Danny gave a small grimace at that. "Yeah… But not for long! Hopefully I'll get into a good college and then I can come back more officially!"

She was almost scared to ask. "Officially…?"

Danny nodded with a big smile and shining eyes. "Yes! I want to be an astronaut one day! It's been my dream my whole life!"

"Seriously?" Watkins exclaimed, looking exasperated. "You're on the moon."

"I know! Isn't it amazing?" He smiled. "So?"

"No, nothing," Cecelia said as she shook her head, before muttering, "Well, how are we going to explain this?"

"Explain what?" Danny asked as he tilted his head.

"You!" Cecilia said with a gesture to encompass all of him.

"Well, what's the problem? I can… I can leave, if you need me to? I didn't mean to cause any trouble," he said and he looked so crestfallen as he said it that Cecilia almost felt bad. Almost.

"Do you have a way of getting back?" Cecilia asked, feeling ridiculous even saying the words. "To Earth, I mean?" If that was where he came from…

"Yes! Thanks for asking though. It was great meeting you guys," he gushed as he gathered up his book, notebook, and pen and smiled at them. "You're just as nice as you seemed from the interviews."

Cecilia gave a mute nod and a strained smile, a part of her was almost morbidly curious to see what he would do next, and considering the silence beside her, she guessed Watkins was in a similar position.

Danny waved at Cecilia and Watkins before walking towards the wall to the right, and then passing right through it and disappearing from sight.

Leaving the kitchen empty except for Cecilia and Watkins.

"Well," Watkins drew the word out on a sigh as she slumped against the doorframe. "We didn't cover this in training."

Cecilia found her eyes trained on the spot where Danny had just walked through the wall. Like a— "Is the moon haunted?!"

Watkins was silent for a long while, and when Cecilia finally managed to tear her eyes away from the wall and look at her colleague, she found her frowning at the com. "…Who's going to tell the commander?"

[blaiddraws]

had the idea of Danny with a HAZMAT suit that slowly shifts over time to look more and more like a spacesuit

[shadowstar1919]

Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Danny Phantom, Batman - All Media Types, DCU Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: Danny Fenton/Sam Manson Characters: Danny Fenton, Jazz Fenton, Jason Todd, Sam Manson, Tucker Foley, Bruce Wayne Additional Tags: IN SPACE!, Astronauts, Original Character(s), Original Character Death(s), NASA, Space Stations, Danny Fenton Needs A Hug, Other Additional Tags to Be Added Series: Part 3 of Multiverse AU GZ 2070

Chapter 2 KaBOOM That Sucked!

I felt the skin on my face pull tight like the time I was in the centrifuge. I know this can be nothing to me if I tap into my abilities but I decide to try and look as normal as possible. I hold Dr. Sides's hand back since she seems tense. Which made sense since we basically are riding a barely controlled giant pipe bomb. Other than the commander talking to mission control we can only hear the roar of the intense rockets below us. Suddenly, mission control stopped giving us updates and something seemed off. "Alright Houston, preparing for throttle up and switching to the second stage." Commander Jenson said and waited for a response. None came. We looked at each other, which was a mistake because the sudden head movement made some of us queazy. "Commander, something doesn't sound right below I think there may be a fuel leak,"  Patterson says with concern.

Then we got a response. "Do not throttle up. Start emergency shuttle eject. You have flames coming from the left SRB. Eject the shuttle now!" The voice on the radio seemed panicked.

In that instant, it went to bullet time. I realized it was too late to do the shuttle eject. We felt a powerful shock wave hit the shuttle.

Without thinking I went ghost and started turning the shuttle intangible. My crew screamed from the flash of light but I stay focused.

But once the commander realized he wasn't dead he instantly got to the controls making sure the ship got on course for an emergency landing.

About a minute went by and I tired dropping the intangible act. My powers exhausted I turned human and this time everyone noticed the light came from me. "Danny what the actual fuck?! Was that?!" Neville shouted.

Everyone's panic was interrupted. "Star-liner this is Houston come in star-liner!" The voice wavered as if the man was crying.

"Houston this is commander Jenson we managed to disengage in time and are needing emergency runway 1 clear for landing." The commander lied smoothly as he glided the shuttle back towards the runway.

We all now could see the launch pad and runway come back in view. Crew trucks were scrambling to get out of the way. "Star-liner you are clear to land." We all held out breaths at this point we were coming in far too fast.

Suddenly Patterson pushed Jenson out of the way of the controls. Taking over he activated the emergency air breaks and dropped the landing gear for extra drag. We all watched as Jenson seemed to be frozen for a second before taking the seat that was Patterson's.

Dr.Wright said softly. "Partial incapacitated due to high work stress load."

While the others still stared at me with concern.

"Guess I have some explaining to do once we are safe," I say with embarrassment.

The shuttle made contact with the cement halfway down the runway. We felt the instant pull back from the parachutes opening. Patterson pulled the landing gear breaks in all the way as we speed towards the end of the paved area. We flew halfway into the open field before coming to a bumpy stop.

Everyone sat quietly for a second before Patterson radioed. "Successful emergency landing?"

"Sit tight the rescue team will be there momentarily." The man sighed relieved.

I unbuckled myself and leaned forward with my head in my hands. "Well, that sucked."

"Danny... Yes, that fucking sucked." Maxen started wanting to say something then just found himself in agreement.

"Are any of us feeling like you are gonna puke?" Wright says queasily.

"Yes..." Jenson comments.

The cabin door opens and a medic wave at us. "If you can walk please board the unloading bay. If you cannot We can get you out." She smiled. Sides was the first out followed by me than the rest of the crew.

We all take a seat on the benches in the loading vehicle. None of us talking as we are taken back to base for medical examination. Maxen and Wright cried on the way back. Jenson hangs his head in shame.

We unload the mobile loading bay and were walked directly to the medical area. We are all taken to a private room immediately.

I walk into the room and there is a doctor and a nurse already waiting. I guess they wanted to examine me first. I take a seat on the exam table.

"So Mr. Vela, we think the sensors in your suit may have been faulty." The Doctor says leaning in. The nurse looks up from his tablet. "The vitals that were relayed back couldn't belong to any living human." He wore a grave expression.

"Can I hear what you recorded?" I ask as I fidget on the table. The effects of adrenaline are now long gone and tiredness starting to set in.

"Danny we recorded your body temperature dropping to negative 183 degrees centigrade and a sudden cease heart rate. As well as a breathing rate and blood oxygen saturation that no human can live at." Doctor Fraser said with concern. I read Their name tags.

"I uh... Yes, that doesn't sound right. But other than about shaken I feel fine." I smile nervously.

"We still have to run some tests." Nurse Jones says as he walks across the room.

[tachvintlogic]

The Pitstop

It was a normal day at the Justice League Watchtower Satellite. Heroes were milling about, Batman was monitoring Earth from the deck, there was an astronaut tapping on the glass, Flash was joking with Martian Manhunter...

What, what was that 3rd thing?

Batman looked up and saw in front of his view of Earth was an astronaut, wearing NASA's latest suit design. He stood up which alerted Flash and Martian Manhunter to the strange sight.

He tensed as the astronaut began to phase through the walls and entered the deck. Batman was able to activate the intruder alarm when the astronaut removed their helmet.

The astronaut was a caucasian male approximately in his early forties. There were bags under his blue eyes like many of his own cohorts, and he had black hair as well.

"We need to dock."

"Excuse me?"

"Who are you?" asked Martian Manhunter.

The astronaut's face brightened immediately upon noticing Martian Manhunter. "Oh! I'm part of the manned Mars mission! We just launched and were on our way, but something is making a weird noise, and we don't know what it is. Since we're so close, can we just dock one of your garages so we can figure out what it is and fix it?"

Batman recalled that NASA had launched less than a few hours ago.

"How did you get through the glass?" asked Flash.

"I'm the token metahuman crewmember. So can we dock or not?"

"Of course," said Martian Manhunter, looking at Batman. And what was Batman supposed to say? No?

In the parking garage, Martian Manhunter was talking the other crewmembers while the Watchtower's engineers and the metahuman astronaut, who they learned was named Danny Fenton, inspected the space shuttle and tried to figure out what was making the strange noise.

Batman watched from the sidelines as the others bustled about. They had been at it for an hour, and Batman wondered if he should ask Tim to come by and help. He had informed Tim of the development while the astronauts were docking. After all, he had been involved in some of the designs of this particular spacecraft that were done by Wayne Aerospace.

He was doubtful that Tim could help that much. After all, in all likelihood it wasn't something he designed that was the problem.

Then, one of the engineers fiddled with something and Batman suddenly heard loud rattling.

A crewmember who was listening to Martian Manhunter startled and their eyes widened. "That's it! That's the sound!"

"What it that?" asked Batman.

The engineer pulled out a piece of equipment that had the Wayne Enterprise logo on it. "This module is broken," she said, "it could be repaired but honestly," she inhaled sharply, "this thing is a hot mess."

Mr. Fenton jumped and landed on the ship like the artificial gravity didn't affect him. When he saw the logo on the broken equipment, he shook his fist at the sky.

"Of course it's something by Wayne Industries! We give them half our budget hoping they're share some cool alien inspired technology like whatever they did to build this satellite and instead we get half-assed garbage!"

Batman made a point to not share the latest gadgets with the US government (he didn't trust them), but he wouldn't call their products that weren't built using alien tech garbage. That seemed a little harsh.

"Seriously, was the person who designed this sleep-deprived when they made this?" Suddenly Batman found the walls and floor to be incredibly interesting and looked away.

"Oh that's par for the course when it comes to the stuff they give us."

"I am so sorry."

As they discussed how to improvise a replacement for the equipment quickly enough to avoid drastically altering the astronaut's flight path, Batman got a text from Tim.

So I'm free now. Did the astronauts figure out what was wrong or do they need me? - RR

He texted back.

They figured it out. The engineers have it handled. - B

[nerdpoe]

Lucius Fox is in the drive thru for some coffee, and like. He's just. He's had a time, okay?

He's stuck on some equations in regard to the amount of torsion a joint would go through if it's half in his dimension and half in another, and it's driving him up a wall.

He's been up for like forty-eight hours, he's tired, he's thirsty, he just wants a coffee, and also how to solve this dilemma.

He doesn't expect the barista in the drive-thru he's ranting about the engineering issues to actually provide decent feedback, and give him a few alternatives.

So he rushes to the pick-up window, not even caring to order, to look at this godsend of a barista.

It's a scrawny kid with black hair and blue eyes, looking startled. Boy can't be more than eighteen.

He asks what college the kid is going to, or plans to go to.

To his absolute horror, the kid-Danny, according to the nametag-says he can't afford college. That he'd had a stint in highschool where he just hadn't been able to focus, and his parents had spent every penny they had on their own inventions.

So that was why he was a barista; because if he worked there for four years, they would offer tuition assistance.

Which.

No. No no no no no.

Lucius pulls around to march into the store, Bruce Motherfucking Wayne already blearily on his phone.

He is getting this kid, and any friend of his, into college.

If Bruce won't foot the bill, he will.

[lancteu]

this has drained me of my will to live

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Don't Crack Under Pressure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: (Not phantom planet compliant) Danny's finally an astronaut! He's somehow got through college, after barely managing to pull through high school. But after he manages to make it into a NASA rocket and travel to the final frontier, his helmet cracks. So how does he explain how he got through the entire day to the rest of the crew with a cracked helmet? (from @shadowpixel)

Chapter 2: There Isn't Much Air or Gravity There (but the stars will make your heart race)

AO3 Link

[Warnings for space and swearing]

Danny had been stunned by taking an unexpected metal hook to the face. He'd passed out from the sudden pressure change. But he hadn't died. A few minutes later, his body adjusted and he woke up again. Danny blinked, pushed himself to his feet, and looked around. Unable to see clearly through the massive crack like a glass web hanging in front of his face, Danny removed his helmet to detach the visor completely before putting it back on again. The helmet was basically useless now, but he was an astronaut, and he wanted to look the part.

With clear eyes, he looked around again and saw barren metal plains as far as the eye could see. The surface area of the asteroid 16 Psyche, which he was currently stranded on, was approximately sixty-four thousand square miles. He would never be able to find his way back to the ship on his own before the mission ended, if it hadn't already. He had no idea how long he'd been out for.

Danny checked the time indicator on the screen in his suit's left sleeve. About an hour had passed, meaning he'd gotten himself a nice little nap, and Denali would be very nearly back at the ship. Somehow, Danny had to get there on his own.

Luckily, aside from the shattered visor, everything else in Danny's suit seemed the be working just fine. Oxygen was rapidly leaking out of the open face of his helmet, so he closed the valve. No need to waste it like that. He tried contacting the rest of the crew, but the surrounding vacuum swallowed up his words before they reached his mic. He could hear them, but they couldn't hear him.

The rest of his instruments were all working too, thankfully, so he could see the direction and proximity of the ship, which was a massive relief. With the low gravity hampering his speed, though, it was too far to travel on foot. Of course, Danny didn't necessarily have to travel on foot. Danny hovered above the asteroid's surface and took off flying in the direction of the Eros. He had to let his crew know he was okay.

Once the ship was in sight in the distance, Danny took stock of what he could see. It looked like Denali had made it back safe with the probe. Thank the Ancients she hadn't been hurt. Danny was going to fly right up to them before he remembered that they thought he was human, and humans couldn't fly. Instead, once he was close enough for them to see, he landed, and started to skip towards them, since it was faster and easier than trying to walk in low gravity.

One by one, each of his crew mates looked his way. The tinted class of their visors made it impossible to read their expressions, but Danny could only assume they were happy to see him, alive and well.

'Hey guys!' he tried to say, though the words didn't reach his microphone, let alone his crew mates ears. He waved and smiled cheerfully, aiming for casual. It was then that all hell broke loose on his eardrums. He'd totally forgotten that humans also couldn't survive in space with a gaping hole in their helmet.

"Danny what the fuck!?" Denali's voice screeched.

"You're alive?!" Ivy Grace said, her voice hysterical. "How are you alive? How the fuck are you alive? Your visor is fully gone!"

"What the hell are you, and what have you done with Danny?" Simon demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. "Stay back! What the hell is going on?"

"Are you an alien?!" Denali asked. "Are you a zombie?"

'Woah! Calm down!' Danny tried, though the words didn't get to them. He waved his hands defensively in front of himself. 'It's me! I'm okay!'

The rest of the Eros crew continued to freak out. Obviously they weren't getting it. Time for charades! It looked like all those party games Simon made them play were about to pay off. Danny held up two fingers, waved them a bit, hoping the others would get it.

"What is he...?" Denali started to say, but Simon caught on quicker than she did.

"I think he's doing charades," they said. "Two words?"

Danny tapped his nose and nodded. He held up one finger, then tapped it against his arm.

"First word, one syllable." Danny made an 'X' with his arms. "X? No?"

"Not?" Ivy Grace suggested, and Danny pointed to her with one hand and tapped a finger to his nose with the other. Two fingers, one against his arm. "Second word, one syllable."

This one was easy. Danny ran a finger across his throat, and then stuck his tongue out and let his head loll.

"Not dead," Denali said, and Danny pointed at her, nodding fervently. "You're not dead. How are you not dead? You should be suffocating, and freezing to death, and bloating until you choke on your organs all at once right now." Danny grimaced with disgust and shook his head.

"So how are you alive, then?" Simon asked. Danny held up two fingers, then one, then tapped it against his head. "Two words. First word, one syllable." He made the 'X' with his arms again and they got it right away. "Not." Two fingers, he tapped both against his arm. "Second word, two syllables." He gestured to the three of them, and they looked at each other, clearly confused.

"Not... like us?" Denali suggested. "Oh wait, that's three words."

"Astronaut is three syllables," Ivy Grace mumbled.

"Not... uh—no, audible is three syllables too," Simon said thoughtfully. Danny rolled his eyes again and gestured once more. They still didn't get it.

'Alright, I guess I have to spell it out for you,' Danny said uselessly. He held out his hands, palms facing each other, with one index finger bent to it looked like an 'H'. Once they'd all seen, he switched to putting his thumbs out so his hands took the shape of a 'U'.

"Spelling words out is cheating," Simon complained, but Denali and Ivy Grace immediately shushed them.

"This isn't actual charades!" Denali hissed. "This is just the only non-verbal communication we have." Danny continued, making a 'W' with his thumbs and forefingers and turning it upside-down to form an 'M'.

"H-U-M," Ivy Grace said. "Uh, humid? Hummus? Humbug?" Danny shook his head, struggling to form an 'A'. Eventually, he figured it out, steepling his fingers, with one forefinger down to form the line in the center.

"H-U-M-A," Denali said, and hummed in thought.

"Human," Simon guessed, and Danny pointed at them, tapping a finger to his nose with the other hand to indicate that they'd gotten it right. "You're not human.... How are you not human?"

Danny pointed to the ship. 'Can we go back to where there's air so I can actually talk to you guys?' he asked, unheard.

"I think maybe we should get back on the ship," Ivy Grace suggested. "That way we can maybe, you know, hear him?"

"No," Simon said. "Sorry Danny, but as the captain, I have to protect the crew, and that means not letting someone who says they're not human onto the Eros until I know what's what. Denali, go grab a spare helmet of the ship for him. Once there's air in his suit again, we can communicate through our headsets. Is that an acceptable solution?"

Danny nodded, and Denali went to do as Simon told her to. She came back a minute or so later and held out the helmet to Danny, who took the broken one off and let it fall very slowly to the ground before he took the new one. Once the new helmet was firmly in place, he opened the oxygen valve back up again, and waited a minute for the air to be pumped back into his suit. 

"Well that's much better," Danny said once his suit was once more intact. "Anyway, sorry for scaring you guys; I didn't really mean to. I thought you should know that I didn't suffocate and die when my helmet was breached."

"What did you mean when you said you aren't human?" Simon asked. Clearly they were wearing their metaphorical captain hat, judging by the seriousness in their tone.

"Right to the nitty-gritty, huh?" Danny said with a sigh. He knew this was going to happen, but he still didn't want it to. "I could give you a really long, complicated explanation, but the short version is, when I was fourteen, my parents built a device that could pierce the barrier between our dimension, and another one. I was involved in a lab accident with that device which... changed me. It turned me into what the people of the other dimension call a halfa, which may or may not be a slur; I'm still unclear on that."

"So what, you're... half alien?" Simon asked, struggling to understand.

"Sort of?" Danny said, see-sawing one of his hands in an ambiguous gesture. "The inhabitants of the other dimension call themselves ghosts, and some of them are the spirits of the dead given new life, and other's are just dimensional aliens formed of ectoplasm. It's really complicated if you get into it."

"So... you're half ghost?" Ivy Grace reiterated, and she swallowed audibly. "You're half dead?"

"Well... yeah, I am," Danny said. "I can switch between this form and a more spooky, ghostly form. Wanna see?" None of them answered, so Danny took that as a 'yes' and transformed into Phantom. Immediately the sensors in his suit whined, warning him that his heart had stopped, but he ignored them. "What do you think?"

"Jesus fuck why do you sound like that?!" Ivy Grace shrieked. "Why's your mic all staticky and freaky all of the sudden?!" Looking down, Danny realized that even though he'd transformed, his suit hadn't. At most, the others had seen the rings. Danny turned back, a little sheepish.

"I guess you couldn't really see, what with the suit," Danny said apologetically. "Ghosts mess with recording devices, which is probably where the static came from. Sorry about that. The point is, I'm fine. I've been like this the whole time, so I'm the same Danny you've always known, you just–" he shrugged uncomfortably–"know a little more about me now." He only noticed how tense his muscles were when his back started to ache from it. "So, are we cool?"

There was silence on the radio again, and even though their faces were obscured by their tinted helmets, Danny could imagine their expressions. Confused. Aghast. Disgusted. Afraid.

"Yeah," Simon said at length. "Yeah, Danny, we're cool."

"I'm just glad we're not going home three instead of four," Denali added.

"Definitely," agreed Ivy Grace, already returning to the samples she'd been collecting when Danny got back.

"I'm gonna go let mission control know that reports of your death were greatly exaggerated," Simon said. "You get started on the Psyche probe diagnostic."

"Aye aye, Captain," Danny gave a mock salute and made a beeline for the probe.

"It's good to have you back," the captain told him, and he smiled.

"Yeah, if you really were dead we were gonna have to fix that hunk of junk ourselves," Ivy Grace added. "And Lord knows I am no engineer."

"Oh, God, same," Denali agreed with a snort.

"Don't talk about Psyche like that," whined Danny, pouting as he lovingly stroked the probes solar panels. "She's not a hunk of junk! She's a lovely lady, aren't you girl." The others laughed. "Now let's see why you've been playing hard to get."

After the reveal, the crew of the Eros was a lot less anxious around Danny that he would have expected them to be. It took some time for them to really internalize the idea, and he did eventually end up having to give them the long version of what he was and how it had happened, as well as telling them all about the Ghost Zone and Amity Park. But once they finally wrapped their heads around it, they were totally chill. Things went back to how they were before.

Danny found the problem they'd been sent to find, and they fixed the probe, downloaded the data and transmitted it back to Earth as instructed. With their mission completed, the crew of the Eros started their return trip right on schedule.

The voyage home was slightly different from the trip to 16 Psyche. Danny let loose a little more, opened up a little more. Instead of simply staring out the window, Danny actually phased through the wall and flew alongside the ship, out in open space. It only freaked his crew mates out the first two times before they got used to it.

He got to show off, too. His crew mates were all incredibly jealous of his ghostly ability to mimic the effects of gravitational pull. "God, I miss gravity," Ivy Grace moaned as she watched Danny walk across the floor like he was standing in a normal room back on earth, and not a spaceship on its way past Mars. 

The four of them formed a very close bond on that mission. It was a relief that his fellow astronauts accepted him. Danny truly felt like one of them, now that he could be open with them. Once they got back to Earth, they stayed in touch. Simon sent them all pictures of their baby niece, Mae. Danny invited them all to come to a tech expo where he was going to give a presentation on ecto-energy. Ivy Grace deigned to let them attend the launch party for her book when she finally published it. Or rather, her books.

It wasn't erotica. She'd written a science fiction trilogy starring characters based on the four of them. The cheerful captain who always came through in a pinch; the loyal and kind-hearted navigator with a passion for art; the supportive, but soft-spoken scientist with a quick wit; and the talented, lovable engineer with mysterious, hidden powers from an alien source. They each got signed copies of all three books, and congratulated her profusely when they became a success.

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