Hello everyone! Promise I'll update LTE soon. This is a new series of oneshots I'm introducing. Aptly named Danny Phantom Musical OneShots. Now anyone who knows me (in real life) are very familiar with my love affair with music. Numerous genres across multiple decades. That being said music absolutely inspires me daily. Sooo I figured why not include this in my DP fanfiction. Now I will always give you the song name and artist at the start and of course none of them belong to me just as DP doesn't either. Although if I won the lottery I'd attempt to buy the rights and bring it back! Now then sometimes the lyrics will be included, other times the lyrics influence the story. So I would recommend giving them a listen. Anywho this is the first one so please please please tell me what you think and I will give feedback. Read, Enjoy and Review. JRF
Every Breath You Take: The Police from the 1983 albumSynchronicity.
Danny Phantom had a massive aching in his heart. He felt such a burning passion for the woman he loved so much that his very soul seemed to writhe in pain. That coupled with a feeling of hopelessness and loss. It would seem his sanity was in question. His long ago fling with his best friend Sam was gone as was she. His family his and friends all gone in one capacity or another. His parents retired, moved and left him FentonWorks. Not really wanting to deal with a half-ghost son they left without a forwarding address or even a phone number. Tucker owned a very successful software company in L.A. and hadn't talked to Danny in years. Jazz was one of the top Psychiatrists in the United States and living in New York. The last time he spoke to her was two Christmas's ago and even then only briefly. He left countless messages with her assistant, all unanswered. Sam had moved to Berlin desperate to escape Amity Park and Danny.
Valerie was dead, along with Vlad and Danielle. They had become his family. Vlad abandoning his evil ways, became a loving and doting father. Valerie and Dani were the sisters he never had. Dan had escaped and killed them. Now he too was dead. Danny inherited everything from Vlad, and built a beautiful and quiet memorial garden for Vlad, Dani, and Valerie. The ghost zone was the only place where familiar faces greeted him. Some with disdain others with sympathy knowing his pain. Some thought it wouldn't be long until his death. He was a withered husk of his former self.
Danny chose to drown his sorrows at The Green Soul. Drink after drink he consumed. Until she walked in with her friends. His half-dead heart began to beat faster. "God shes...so..beautiful. What would an angel like that ever see in a washed out ex-hero with a drinking problem?" He thought bitterly. It was karaoke night and various intoxicated ghosts sang and danced. What on earth possessed him to go up and sing he would never know. "Up next we have Danny Phantom." The DJ yelled to a loud chorus of boos and hisses. Still Danny picked the most appropriate song: Every Breath you Take by The Police. Some would say it was a stalker song but, he had in fact been stalking her. Watching from afar knowing that she would never want to be with him. Still watching her every move he could not help but, love her with everything he had. Taking the stage his sorrow fueled his voice and every ghost could hear his hopeless longing and pure passion.
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take, I'll be watching you
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay, I'll be watching you
Oh, can't you see you belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
The ghost's gathered were absolutely stunned at his voice. It was beautiful and raspy. Soulful and sad. Everyone listened intently to the disheveled Phantom. She in particular was shocked at the way he sang. While his appearance was ragged, his stage presence was completely commanding. She hung on every syllable.
Every move you make, every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you
Since you've gone I've been lost without a trace
I dream at night, I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying, "Baby, baby, please"
Tears were now flowing freely from his bloodshot radioactive green eyes. His voice never wavered however, even some of the more formidable of his opponents gathered couldn't help but, sit in awe and enjoy his performance. None more than her.
Oh, can't you see you belong to me
How my poor heart aches with every step you take
Every move you make and every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake, I'll be watching you
Every move you make, every step you take, I'll be watching you
I'll be watching you
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take (I'll be watching you)
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay (I'll be watching you)
Every move you make, every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake (I'll be watching you)
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay (I'll be watching you)
Every breath you take and every move you make
Every bond you break, every step you take (I'll be watching you)
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay (I'll be watching you)
Every move you make, every vow you break
Every smile you fake, every claim you stake (I'll be watching you)
Every single day and every word you say
Every game you play, every night you stay (I'll be watching you)
The woman in question sat open-mouthed just like the rest of the bar. Who knew that he could sing like that. While most still hated him they still respected Danny and gave him a much deserved round of applause.
His voice was intoxicating. Although he was barely able to stand, Danny hadn't missed a note. Finally, he stumbled from the stage and locked eyes with her. She felt as if he was looking directly into her soul if such a thing for a ghost exists. Tear tracks stood out against his dirty skin. The shear misery radiating off of him was enough to bring her to the verge of tears.
Slamming one last drink down his throat longing for that cold numbness to take hold, Danny crawled out the door and blacked out. She had followed him and watched him fall. Suddenly, he jerked and sprayed the ghostly building with his stomachs contents. Once the retching subsided he slowly forced himself to sit up and lean against the building.
She thought that she had never seen anyone ghost or otherwise look so pitiful, so vulnerable. His eyes were shut, swollen and puffy; while tears leaked freely from them. His normally disheveled snow white hair was long and unkempt without its usual sheen. His clothes dirty, bloody and torn with a slept in look. After a moment Danny once again passed out. Not knowing what else to do and feeling an overwhelming push to help him. She teleported them to her realm.
He would just have to forgive her for what she was about to do. She ran a bath of warm water and soap. She then removed his clothes carefully. Once in his boxers she nearly became sick looking at him. Scars formed a patchwork over almost all of his body. Some deep and others faded. One, however was the most horrific. It ran from his jawline across his chest. She knew that the bones underneath had grooves in them if not completely severed and reattached. This was the handiwork of Dan. The entire planet, human and ghost alike had watched it being made. The echoes of that battle still rang out in everyone's minds. She ran her fingers along it and Danny, groaned a little in his stupor.
Deciding to leave the boxers on for the time being she lowered him into the water. He subconsciously held tight to her somehow knowing that her body and embrace meant safety and above all love. She was amazed at how frail but at the same time strong he truly was.
Managing with difficulty to get him to drink some tap water she began her task. Slowly she washed the dirt, blood, vomit and ectoplasm off his body. It took a small miracle for her to clean his hair. Knowing how embarrassing the situation was about to become, she took a breath. Phasing his boxers off she tried not to look at his manhood too much as she washed. Ignoring the heavy blush she bore while washing a passed out Phantom's nether region. She dried him off and found a pair of her large athletic shorts. Deciding to make it quick she fazed her shorts on him and thanking any higher power above and below that they fit. Gently she guided him to the bed and laid him down softly. Again he clung to her for dear life whimpering slightly.
In the light of her bedroom his injuries were thrown into even greater relief. Her eyes lingered on the scar caused by Dan for a moment before another caught her attention. This one ran from his left pectoral to just under his left arm. It was a serious burn that had sloppily healed. She placed her hand gently on it and felt the warmth still radiating off it. This scar was from her. No more than a month ago. All the injuries that he had sustained from her and others; for humans that couldn't give a damn about Danny Fenton but, loved Danny Phantom and for ghosts that hated both. Wave after wave of sorrow and remorse washed over her. As she felt his heart beat slowly beneath her fingertips, she realized just how petty and selfish she had been. "I'm so sorry Danny." She whispered as a tear ran off the end of her nose.
She retreated to the bathroom to clean herself off. Her breath hitched and she began dry heaving. She hated herself for the pain and suffering she had personally wrought on the young phantom. Looking in the mirror disgusted with herself. Finally, she could no longer hold the dam back. Tears flowed freely and sobs came quick and earnest. "Oh, my god...Danny...please...I'm s-s-s-so sorry." She gasped, for the first time in years she cared about someone else more than herself. Not even her friends had that honour. This broken and tortured halfa had done what no ghost or man had ever been able to do. Thaw her frozen heart.
Cleaning herself up she knew that Danny was now the most important person in her so far meaningless afterlife. She finally had a reason to fight and to get up everyday. He was the hero to the world and the ghost zone. Now he was her hero. A hero worth dying or fading from existence for. Others would not understand but, they no longer mattered. As she stood in the door-frame all that mattered was Danny. She had always had a little crush on her (former) enemy but, now a new feeling took hold. A feeling that she knew was love. Passionate and burning yet soft and yielding love.
After a brief absence she found him curled up mumbling incoherently. She listened closely and caught a word here and there. "Please...back...don't leave...need...please." Changing into her more conservative night attire she slid in with him. Danny responded immediately. He reached for her with his eyes firmly closed. He was shivering and gasping for air. Wrapping her arms around his quaking frame she whispered, "Shh...its alright I'm here, I'm not going anywhere, shh." She allowed him to hold her close and he calmed down and even the faintest of smiles graced his handsome face. She relished in his embrace. Resting her head against his bare, scarred and muscular chest. "Thank you even though this has to be a dream thank you... Ember. I-I-I l-l-lo-ove (hic) you so-so m-m-much." Danny croaked out.
Ember smiled, "I love you too Danny." It was the most comfortable and pleasant sleep either had received in a long time.