This is a challenge by MiniHayden! Which I will win.
This is for Danny Phantom.
Unsaid things
Danny entered the house after another bruising battle with non other than Skulker himself. Danny had counted the injuries: seventeen total cuts, thirteen bruises, and one serious bump on his head from when Skulker threw him at City Hall. Vlad was sure surprised.
The millionaire almost blasted his head off when he landed on his gold and green desk. The office, of course, was Packer themed.
Danny's worst injury was his leg though, it was twisted badly. The cause, Skulker spinning him around to throw him into Vlad's office. Nice.
Danny winced up the steps just in time for his mother to come out of her room carrying another mechanical piece to another ghost hunting weapon that would probably cause him physical pain and/or discomfort. Double nice.
"Hello, Dan- What happened!" Maddie practically announced running down the steps to meet her son.
"Uhh..." Danny started. It was hard because one of cuts, that's right, was on his lip. "Uh, nothing!"
"Daniel James Fenton! Tell me the truth right now!" Maddie rarely ever yelled at her children, but what Danny said... This was certainly not nothing.
"Okay!" Danny cried shrinking back from his mother's tone, "I was at Tucker's, we were messing around, and I fell down the stairs," he answered in one breath, causing him to pant by the end.
"This dosen't look... Danny, are you lying to me?" She asked this in such horror, as if such a thing could kill her soul.
"N-no. I'm not lying, just call Tucker, he'll tell you." And convince you.
"Okay." Maddie wanted to say more, but she wanted to believe this information her son delivered.
Danny held his breath and listened the quietness of the room. Silence was so dominate, that you could hear any noise made. The ticking of a clock, tick tick tick tick tick. The ringing of the phone in the back ground riiinng riiinng riiinng. The breath, in out, of his own mother. All weighing on his mind, causing him to worry of Tucker's answer. He'd say yes, right? It was the only hope Danny had right then.
"Hello?" a young male voice broke through the endless ringing. The ringing that seemed to last all of Danny's life, fourteen years, short as it may be. But the silence was then his friend, he could hear both ends of the conversation.
"Tucker? Danny said he was over at your house, is that true?"
Silence. That was what came from the other end, just dead silence. Then an intake of breath echoed through the room as Tucker answered, "Yeah, he was over here, why?"
Relief flooded Danny's tense body, but was soon diminished when his mother started speaking. "Why? Because he came home black and blue! He claimed-What happened?" she practically hissed.
"Uh... uh..." Tucker stuttered. Please, Danny pleaded mentally, just please say I fell down the stairs! Please!
"You see... we were messing around... and Danny, he fell! Yeah! Down my stairs. And at the bottom he hit..." Tucker trailed off, as if looking around the room for his excuse. "He hit the table! The table's fine, but Danny didn't look too well. He said he was fine and went home. Is he okay?"
"Yeah," she answered. She looked back at Danny, surveying his cuts and bruises. That would explain the bump."Thanks, Tucker."
Suddenly Danny's heartbeat and breathing joined the chorus of miscellaneous sounds, as if he was revived and brought back by the words of Tucker. "Can I talk to him?"
Maddie turned to her son. "Danny, honey, we have to fix you up, you'll see him tomorrow."
"Fine," Danny mumbled. He wanted to ask Tucker how he came up with the excuse, the same excuse that Danny made.
"Jazz! Get down here and bring the first aid kit!"
A few muffles came from her room that Danny didn't understand, but Maddie did. "Yes, it's Danny. No, he's fine, just banged up from playing at Tucker's," she shouted her response. Danny winced at the word "play". What kinda fourteen year old plays?
"Mom, seriously, I'm fine," Danny tried. Unfortunately for him, it wouldn't work on a determined mother with a mission.
"Sit," she gave the one word command with such force and a finger pointed downward at the chair.
Danny mumbled and grumbled unintelligent words as he dragged his now lifeless body, all the artificial energy from earlier gone into the wind, and slumped into the chair with crossed arms. Only to hiss silently in pain from his wounds.
Finally, after an eternity and a half later, Jazz's feet pitter-pattered down the steps into the blue living. She gasped at the sight of her little brother practically covered head to toe in scratches and bruises. Maddie came over to her stunned daughter and grabbed the first aid kit.
With Maddie's back turned, Jazz mouthed "who?" to Danny. He mouthed back "Skulker".
Of course!Jazz thought. She would grab him by the neck and ring-
Her eyes fluttered over to Danny who smiled and kicked a round cylindrical container toward her. A Fenton Thermos rolled to a stop at her feet. Skulker's anger filled words were coming from the container, but you could only hear it if you listened for it. Jazz picked up the thermos and went to the lab, knowing exactly what he wanted her to do with it.
That's it, 911 words! I hope you liked it!
