Dizgirl: Hey y'all! I promised those in my forum I'd put these up so here we are! This is a collection of one-shots based off of my many DP dreams. Since my dreams are diverse (and very vivid) these shall vary when it comes to topics, genres, details, viewpoints, etc. Who knows where my dreams will take me next? Even I don't know where they will take me! But I do hope you enjoy these because I certainly loved writing them! Oh and by the way, this first one-shot takes place during TUE but due to the circumstances of my dream, Danny already has his ice powers!

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Don't Find Me

He couldn't handle this anymore. The emptiness that ached inside him would never leave. He was sure of it. The grief and the pain were too real, too close to him. They constantly pressed in on him, shadowing his every move and every mood. What was it like to be happy? Those glowing memories were fading into the back of his mind, the murky images that had happened only weeks ago taking over. All he could remember were their faces…and the heat. The heat he could still feel sometimes late at night. The heat that burned him and his family but didn't kill him. It should have, but his ghost half 'saved' him.

And no one else.

Danny stood up abruptly, his blue eyes glazed over with too many emotions and thoughts. With a heavy sigh he transformed slowly into his ghost side, the feeling of weightlessness not easing the strain he felt across his chest. I can't handle this. I can't…not anymore. I need to let go, but how?

He looked up towards the top of the stone vaulted ceiling of the entrance way to Vlad's Wisconsin castle. It was hard to trust the older halfa but Danny didn't have anyone else. Besides, his parent's had put Vlad down as his parental guardian in their will in case something ever happened to them. He squeezed his eyes shut again the throbbing pain that cut through his stomach every time he thought of them. And not only them but Jazz, Sam, and Tucker too. His fault. It was his fault.

Before he fully realized it, Danny was floating up through the ceiling and into the chilly afternoon air. The cool breeze did little to ease the pain, but any small relief was welcome. If only it was colder. So cold it would numb him of all the grief within. He looked down at his white-gloved hands dazedly. But he could make it colder with the new power he had discovered only a few weeks before the Nasty Burger accident. Both hands suddenly glowed an electric blue, causing the temperature of the air surrounding him to plummet. He closed his eyes and his face relaxed as the cold worked its way into his already cool body. This was definitely better than the stifling warmth of the castle fires.

He reopened his eyes, now an icy blue, and blasted the nearest tree with the sparkling energy from his hands. The pine crackled as ice shot up the trunk and spread among the branches. Then he turned and fired at another tree, this one also quickly coated with ice. Danny flew forward into the forest, continuing to ice every tree he could aim at with his hands and his eyes. Taking all the emotions churning inside of him, he angrily shot the icy energy anywhere he could, crying out as the new power took its toll. He sped up and chucked blast after blast, not caring that his body was gradually slowing down as he used all the energy within him. I don't care anymore! Danny pushed himself harder, the trees now a blur of brown, green, and frozen white. I won't care anymore!

After expending all the energy he could, he finally landed on a ridge overlooking a dry riverbed. The sun had disappeared behind a blanket of gray clouds that covered the sky completely. Muted light filled the forest, dully reflecting off the ice covering all the pines around him. Panting, he watched the sky whiten and slowly release thousands of white specks that floated quietly down onto the forest floor. Snow…it's snowing. Danny held out one hand and watched as snowflakes gathered on it, not even melting because his body was so cold. He took a step forward, slipped over the edge of the bank, and tumbled into the bottom of the riverbed. Landing on his hands and knees, he knelt there as snow piled around him. The snow and ice were freezing but still the fire burned within him. Could he ever be numb of these feelings? Could he ever escape?

The faces of his family and friends surfaced again in his mind. The anger and confusion at finding out he had cheated on the test. The worry and concern for the reason why he had made that desperate choice. The shock and surprise as the Nasty Burger roared into a flaming inferno, blowing them away….And him, watching it all and surviving to tell the tale. He cheated and his whole family and two best friends suffered for it. Danny jumped back up onto his feet, breathing heavily despite the fact he didn't need to in his ghostly form.

"It's my fault! It's all my fault!" he screamed into the darkening forest. "It's all my fa—" The scream abruptly changed into a ghostly wail, echoing eerily among the ice covered trees. He maintained it, letting all his emotions pour into the waves of green energy, tears slipping down his cheeks with the effort. He quickly used the rest of his spectral energy and the wail faded away, leaving him in a white t-shirt and jeans.

Danny collapsed to his knees, shaking slightly from overexertion. He then fell onto his back, the snow covering the ground thick enough now to almost bury him completely. I don't think I can handle this anymore. A rumble to his right only gave him slight warning as more snow slid down the river bank and pushed its way on top of his shivering body. He didn't move, wondering idly if the glittering snow would finally give him the numb feeling he sought out. Closing his eyes, Danny tried to clear his mind of all thoughts except the cold, but more images came to his mind unbidden despite his attempts at blocking them out.

There was his family fighting off the possessed hot dogs that had jumped from the Fenton Hot Dog Cooker for the third time, Jack yelling about how he was sure he could figure out the kinks the next time while Maddie fought them off with her machete. I can't handle this. I just want it to be gone.

"Daniel!" Danny closed his eyes as he heard the familiar voice call out, sounding muffled as he lay in the snow. No, don't find me.

There was Jazz sitting at the kitchen table, reading the biggest book Danny had ever seen. She had one finger holding her place as she argued with their father about the validity of the existence of ghosts and whether or not they could even be captured or dissected anyways. Don't find me. Don't find me.

And there was his mom with her doubled ended glowing staff, fending off the animal ghosts Vlad had sent after him in the forest on their DALV trip. He had seen her fight before, but nothing like that. She was absolutely amazing. Please don't find me!

"Daniel?!" Please…

His father Jack was next, jumping up and down excitedly as he brandished his newest invention that was most likely going to try and kill Danny the moment it turned on. His eyes twinkled with elation and he wouldn't stop babbling about all its magnificent qualities and how it would revolutionize the ghost weapon industry.

"Daniel!!!" Just leave me alone! Please!

Then there was Tucker, his fingers flying over a video game controller as he tried desperately to defeat both Danny and Sam at one of their favorite games. He was concentrating so hard he never even saw both friends share amused looks as Sam won for the seventh time in a row. No more…no more!

And last was Sam, her face white with terror as she tumbled over the edge of the speeding Circus Gothica train. He flew as fast as he could, dropping Freakshow's staff in the process as his ruby (and then emerald) eyes connected with her own violet ones. Her voice echoed in his head as Danny shivered uncontrollably, face wet with icy tears. "Danny!"

Please…don't find me…

I can't…

I can't…my fault.

"Daniel."