Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is a product of Butch Hartman and Billionfold Inc. I do not, in any way, shape or form, own the characters of the show. Hell, I don't even own the DVD Box Set (yet). I take credit only for ideas unless otherwise stated. I'm merely a high schooler who uses these characters to my own volition to satisfy my creative need.
Quiet
It's 12:30 in the morning. Do you know what it's like to be awake with all this noise?
Word Count: 561
Pairings: There's DxS if you squint, but I think it's more Sam-centric.
Genre: Drama, I guess...?
Rating: T just to be safe.
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It's the dead of the night and it's too loud for her. She should be in bed, asleep, only dreaming of the things that go bump in the night at this hour. But no, she's outside in the cold, shivering for a different reason. Her thoughts are in turmoil and she can't stand the noise.
It's the dead of the night and it's too loud for her and she's in the middle of the park. The silver of the moon and the twinkling stars are all she can see. Until she closes her eyes.
She sees him almost become a full ghost. So much blood-green, red, mixtures of both…god, why is there so much? The Thermos shakes as she holds it, her hands fumbling with the cap to keep Skulker in there, the ghostly hunter finally being contained after a long battle that was a beating more on Danny's part. All the upgrades have taken their toll on the halfa and she has to hand the Thermos to Tucker to keep from dropping it unintentionally.
He lies on the ground, one gloved hand covering a particularly nasty wound that she knows won't be there in a few hours. He heals fast- always has since the accident- the accident that was her fault and while she knows that the Ghost completes him, seeing him like this…so broken and bruised and bloodied…all that blood…sometimes she wonders if it was really worth it. Because one day, he'll become a full ghost, earlier than he should.
A smile and a laugh at winning and he's awake, green eyes (god, does it have to look like his blood?) glowing in a mixture of triumph and pain and it's all fixated on her and the gaze softens and he smiles her smile- the one reserved just for her and as Tucker moves to help him, she stays rooted to the ground. This is his life and it's because of her that his blood is there.
She exhales slowly, watching her breath become visible in the cool night air. It's the dead of the night, in the middle of the park and the noise is starting to decline while she's alone. For now. When the air around her becomes even more chilling, she can't help but smile and a small chuckle leaves her lips, condensing like her earlier exhalation.
He's suddenly visible, jumpsuit intact and no signs of any battle having taken place, save for a few nondescript bruises- it seems he's always bruised and this thought causes the noise to begin to escalate again. There's a sheepish grin on his face and a kind, knowing look in his ecto-green eyes and he holds up a blanket, one that looks warm and inviting in this weather.
Giving him silent permission, she watches as he shifts from Phantom to Fenton before her, the white rings suddenly too bright in the night, but she says nothing because as the rings dissipate, so does the noise. He says nothing as he sits next to her, draping and enveloping them both in the warmth of the blanket. Words need not be exchanged between them because he knows and she knows and that's enough.
It's the dead of the night and she's in the middle of the park and she's not cold anymore and she's not alone. But most importantly, it's finally quiet.
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