Dream a Little Dream of Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, or the song "Dream a Little Dream of Me". The song is by Mama Cass and it has nothing to do with the fic, I just love the song and thought it'd be a cute name for the fic. I guess I should also say thank you to lipstick traces, if it weren't for her fic "Innocent, Imperfectly" I never would've hear of the song O.o;.
A/N: Bwahaha, I love how all the new Danny Phantom episodes scream "DASH IS GAY!!!", it amuses me and gives substance for fanfics. I meant to post this right after the Frightmare episode, but sadly computer usage for fanfics is limited… It's like, almost midnight and I have to hurry and type before my brother gets home and kicks me out of his room o.O;…
--------------------Dream a Little Dream of Me--------------------
It had seemed like a great idea at first, a sure-fire way to get a little dirt on his tormentor. He hadn't expected to see what he saw, learn what he now knew; he just wanted to tease Dash a bit.
Dash. The oversized blonde was currently staring at him in horror. If it hadn't been for the circumstances, Danny would've thought the jock looked rather comedic; muscular Dash, sitting up in bed and clutching a Danny Phantom plushie as he gazed dumbly at his hero, his mouth curved into a perfect "O".
Well, Dash's mouth used to be forming an "O", now it was opening and closing as if the jock wanted to speak, but couldn't remember how.
"I was just," Danny started, but he couldn't think of an excuse for why he had come into Dash's room in the middle of the night, let alone for why he had overshadowed the other boy's dream. All the halfa could come up with was a lamely mumbled, "I'm sorry…"
"How much did you see, Phantom?" hissed Dash, apparently remembering how to speak. The young ghost could only look away guiltily. He had seen more than enough of Dash's dream to ruin his reputation for life, if he wanted to. But ruining the blonde's rep didn't seem fair now.
Dash let out a low growl, bringing Danny's attention back to the blonde just in time to dodge the Danny plushie he had been holding. "Bastard!" Dash shouted, grabbing his pillow and hurling it at Danny also. Danny didn't even bother avoiding the projectile this time, allowing the pillow to hit him with a soft thump.
"I'm sorry," Danny repeated, still not looking at Dash.
Dash gaped at Danny as if he couldn't believe his ears. "You're sorry?! Sorry's not good enough Phantom!" he exclaimed. A loud groan came from the other room, causing Dash's icy blue eyes to flick to the door. After a minute of tense silence Dash turned back to the white-haired ghost, lowering his voice slightly as he continued glowering at Danny, "What the fuck were you thinking, Phantom?"
"I wasn't," Danny answered truthfully.
Dash closed his eyes and let out a sigh as he began massaging his temples; he could already feel a migraine starting. "Gimme my pillow back..."
Danny obliged and reached down to pick up the pillow. Straightening up, he floated over to Dash and held the cushion out to him. Instead of taking it, however, the jock took Danny's hand, startling the halfa into finally looking at him. Blue eyes met green, and for one breathless moment Danny felt like he would faint. Images from Dash's dream began dancing before his eyes until, unable to stand having the jock touching him any longer, Danny turned intangible.
Dash jumped slightly, taken aback by the ghost's sudden departure. Shrugging, the jock placed his pillow back on his bed and lay back down. "You're not going to tell Fenton I was dreaming about him, right?" he asked the deceptively empty room.
Danny blushed, hesitating slightly. It wouldn't technically be a lie if he said no... Promising he wouldn't tell himself something would be basically the same thing as forgetting it happened, right? Of course, Dash had no way of knowing he was even there anymore, so he could just leave and not answer…
As usual, though, the "hero" inside Danny wouldn't let him just take the easy way out. "I won't tell anybody," he whispered, drifting over to the room's only window, "But I can't guarantee that Danny Fenton won't know about the dream…"
Dash jolted back into sitting position. "What does that mean?!" he demanded, but the disembodied voice didn't answer him this time; Danny Phantom had already left.
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A/N: Okay, so I'm not sure if I should just leave it at this, or continue it. If I continue it, then I'd be flying blind, and I don't like not having a planing sheet or some story outline in mind. But it feels a bit short, and I kinda wanna play around with this…
So you decide, lovely readers: Five votes yes, and I'll continue it (even it takes a few years to get the votes .)