Danny stared at Sam and Tucker disbelievingly. He honestly couldn't believe that they had just said that. It was so screwed up. He felt tears spring to his eyes at Tuckers next words.

"Get out of our sight you fucking faggot before we tell everyone your ghost secret."

Sam stepped up to him with a sad expression on her face and for a second Danny thought she felt bad about the whole situation. But that thought was squashed when he felt a hand slap him across the face.

"Danny, how could you do this to me? You lead me on all these years and then when I finally think you're going to tell me how you feel you tell me you're a disgusting fag! I hate you, Danny! Don't think that we won't tell people about your ghost secret if you bother us! Understand? Now get the hell away from us!" she screamed.

Danny turned around and ran. In a matter of seconds he was soaked to the bone by the freezing rain, but he still kept going. How could his two friends treat him like that? And then they threatened to tell his secret. He couldn't believe it. Danny tripped and landed in a cold puddle, but couldn't bring himself to stand up, so he pulled his knees to his chest and just cried.

He ignored the freezing cold. He didn't know how long he bad been sitting there crying in the puddle. He had started to go numb. Vaguely, he registered that he was now lying in the rain instead of sitting. Too tired to wonder about it anymore he let his mind go blank so he could fall asleep.

"What the fuck? Fenton, what the hell?"

Danny tried to open his eyes to see who had made the exclamation but his eyelids were too heavy so he gave up. He felt himself being picked up and felt his ghost half straining to get free. It new he would die if he didn't go ghost soon. Without any kind of usual fight he would put up to ignore is ghost half, Danny gave in. He felt instantly better, now that his normal temperature was exceedingly higher than when he was human.

"What the hell? Oh my…you're Danny Phantom!"

Danny let out a weak groan when he realized that someone knew his secret identity. He was just the luckiest person today. Note the sarcasm. He sighed in discomfort when he was placed in a cold car seat, and away from the warm body he had been snuggled into.

He was relieved though when a warm jacket covered him up and the hot air from the heaters blew on him. He snuggled into the jacket and fell asleep.

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"Danny? Fenton…er, Phantom, or…urrghh. I don't even know what to call you! Danny, please wake up. I'm really freaking out right now, Danny, please be okay, just wake up!" was what Danny woke up too. He groggily opened his eyes and immediately caught sight of Dash.

"I'm awake," Danny looked around and realized he wasn't in his room, or even his house. He must have been in Dash's house. In Dash's room. "Just call me Danny, that is my…" Danny trailed off as he realized something. "Did…did you just call me Phantom?"

Dash blinked confused. "Is that not right? Do they call you something else when you're like a…ghost? Damn, I've been sitting here with you for six and a half hours trying to figure out what to call you, and I still get it wrong," he laughed.

Danny raised a shaking hand and then dropped it in frustration when he saw that it was covered by his white glove. Everything came back in a rush. Him coming out to Sam and Tucker and them rejecting him. Almost freezing to death in the muddy puddle and Dash coming to his rescue. And apparently he had been unconscious for at least six and a half hours. His parents were probably going to ground him till the end of time.

He felt tears spring to his eyes. Life just couldn't be fair to him. A choked sob escaped his lips as he buried his face in the soft pillow. "Hey, whoa, whoa, don't cry, please. I, uh, won't tell anyone," Dash said and awkwardly began to rub Danny's shaking back.

"It's not that. It's just…its nothing," Danny choked out sitting up and wiping his tears away. He cursed when more just kept falling. He gasped when he felt himself being pulled to straddle Dash's lap and warm arms wrap around him.

"Danny, please stop crying. It kills me to see a face as cute as yours in tears," Dash said as he stroked Danny's back comfortingly.

Danny was shocked. Did Dash just called him cute? He thought Dash still thought he was a loser. Sure the jock hadn't beaten him up since the beginning of junior year and they were seniors now and he had started to be nice to him, but Danny had just thought that that was because Dash was becoming more mature.

"Y-You think I'm cute?" Danny asked softly, his hand coming up to gently fist the blonde's black sweatshirt. "I thought you hated me?"

Dash chuckled. "Just because you hate someone doesn't mean that you can't think they're attractive."

"Oh," the ghost boy said disappointment apparent in his tone. Dash still hated him. He didn't know exactly why this upset him. Well he guess it could be from the crush he had had on the jock since he had stopped beating him up and saw that Dash was a different person now.

"I don't hate you though, Danny, I promise. So…," Danny thought that Dash was going to say something about him being Danny Phantom but was pleasantly surprised. "What's with the tears? You're making me want to go kill someone for making you so sad. I've never seen you cry. Like ever. You're one of the toughest people I know, so this must be something bad, if it's made you this upset."

"You're not going to ask about me being Phantom," Danny questioned as he lifted his head to stare into Dash's eyes.

Dash smiled. "I mean, I'm really curious about you being Phantom and stuff but its really making me angry that someone made you this upset. You don't have to tell me if you don't want to though."

"No, its…its Tucker and Sam."

"Are they alright? Did something happen to them? Did they do something to you?"

"No…they…they…I told them that…I'm g-gay, and they completely trashed me. Then they threatened to tell my Phantom secret," Danny cried, burying his face back into Dash's chest.

Dash tightened his grip on Danny's waist. He new how hard it was to come out to the people you cared about. He had to tell his parents that he was bisexual, but after they supported him he just embraced himself and let everyone know. Now that Danny had come out to his two best friends and they ridiculed him, he new it probably hurt.

A fire burned deep inside Dash. He was completely pissed at Tucker and Sam. First they ditch they're best friend when he really needed them and then they threaten to tell his secret that he trusted them with. At the beginning of the day he didn't consider him and Danny friends but now he was ready to completely destroy two people for hurting him.

"Danny, it's going to be okay. I know how nerve wracking it is to come out to people who you care about, remember. I'm bisexual, so I how you feel. Well, not exactly, because I actually have decent people who care about me. I really want to beat the shit out of them right now, Danny."

Danny sniffled. "Why do care, Dash? We're not even friends."

"I don't even know. There's just something about seeing you sad right now that's really pissing me off. I feel really protective of you right now," Dash said.

Danny lifted his head from Dash's chest. "Thank you, for being here for me. "

"It's no problem, Danny."

He suddenly shivered as a blue ring traced the length of his body. He saw that Danny now had black hair, and was decked out in a blue t-shirt and black jeans.

"I can tell you want to ask about it, Dash, so just ask," Danny said, noticing that he was still straddling the jock, but making no efforts to move.

"How did you die?"

Danny started. He wasn't really expecting that question. "Um, I'm not really sure if I am dead. I guess you could say that I'm half dead. I went into my parent's unfinished ghost portal and it kind of exploded. Then I woke up and I wasn't human anymore."

"Why are you so warm? I thought ghosts were supposed to be cold and stuff. Right now your just a little warmer than normal, but when you were Phantom you were really, really warm."

"It's because I'm not fully human. The temperature varies from ghost to ghost, too. Some are really warm; some are really cold and a lot in between. My ghost half is really hot, but my human side can't handle that kind of heat so my body had to figure out a temperature that both sides could coexist with. When I'm human my temperature is 101.4 degrees and when I'm a ghost it's 110 degrees flat," Danny explained.

Dash opened his mouth to ask another question but was cut off when his door swung open. "Dash, honey–Oh dear, I didn't know you had company over," a young looking blond woman said standing in Dash's doorway, a devious smile on her face.

Danny scrambled from his place in Dash's lap. "Mom, first of all, you did know I had someone over, I told you that this morning, and second, don't you know its common courtesy to knock on someone's door before coming in.

"Oh, I'm sorry dear. I was just curious. You've been holed up here all day, I just wanted to see who it was that had my baby all wound up," the tiny woman pouted.

Dash rolled his eyes. "Mom, this is my friend Danny, Danny this is my insane mother."

Danny walked over to the tiny woman so he could shake her hand, a dark blush painting his face. "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Baxter."

"Oh please honey. You can call me, Jen," she said pulling him in for a hug. His blush darkened as he awkwardly hugged her back.

"Jen, did our recluse of a son finally decide to grace us with his presence? Tell him to come down, dinners ready" a deep voice yelled, probably from the kitchen.

"No," she yelled back, "I got sick of waiting and barged into his room. He was keeping the most adorable boy up here. No wonder he was up here so long! Here we come!"

"Mom, you're so embarrassing. You don't have to stay for dinner if you don't want to, Danny," Dash said standing up. He pried Danny away from his mother and led him down stairs.

Danny shook his head and smiled. "I'd love to stay for dinner."

"Dad, this is my friend Danny, Danny this is my dad," Dash said when they got to the kitchen. He sat on a high stool in front of the island and gestured for Danny to sit next to him.

"It's nice to meet you Mr. Baxter." While you could see that Dash had gotten his blond hair from his mother, it was clear that he had gotten everything else from his father. The only difference between the two was that Dash's father had really bright red hair, and was completely riddled with freckles.

"It's nice to meet you too, Danny, but please call me, Brian. You look like you could keep my son out of all the trouble he manages to get himself into," the red head chuckled.

Dash snorted. "I can guarantee you that this one is way more trouble than I am."

Danny shoved his new friend playfully. "I'm no more trouble than you are. And if I remember correctly I think I've saved you from trouble quite a few times," the shorter of the two teens teased.

Dash leaned forward his breath ghosting over Danny's lips. "Oh, yeah, how could I forget? You're my hero," he murmured.

"You better never forget that," Danny murmured back, a small smile on his face.

"Are you guys sure you're not together? I think you're lying to me, hon," Jen said as she took a seat across from her son.

Dash ignored his mom and turned to his dad who was getting plates. "What are we having?" he asked.

"Cheeseburgers. Is that okay, Danny, cause I'll make you something else?"

"Oh, no, no. I love cheeseburgers," the ghost boy said.

"So, Danny," Jen started once everyone had there food, "tell us about yourself."

He blushed. "Mom, don't put him on the spot like that. He probably already thinks you're insane," Dash said, irritated.

Danny chuckled softly. "It's fine, Dash. And I'm pretty sure I wouldn't know crazy if it slapped me in the face, considering who I grew up with. Um, I actually don't know what to say though."

"Like, what kind of things do you like to do? How old are you? What do you want to do in the future? Things like that, I don't know, just talk," the blond woman said a friendly smile on her face.

"Um, I'm 17, but I'm turning 18 in two weeks. I really love snowboarding, best thing on earth-?"

"You like snowboarding?" Dash asked curiously.

"Um, I love snowboarding."

"Danny," Brian said, "we're going on a trip to the mountains this year for Christmas. You can snowboard and ski. It's really fun. You can come with us if you want. We'd love to have you there. Plus, Dash is such a loner when we go, he never does anything except snowboard by himself."

"Wow, are you serious? I would love to come. Thank you so much," Danny said excitedly.

"Aww, this is so exciting! It's gonna be so fun! Dash how could you deprive me of such a wonderful ball of adorable sunshine?" Jen asked, glaring at her son.

"Oh my goodness, mom, please stop embarrassing me. This is why I never bring friends over," the younger blond said standing to clear the table. "Come on, Danny. I'll take you home."

"Aww, you have to leave so soon," Jenn whined.

"I actually think I should. My parents are probably worried sick about me. Thank you for having me over though, I really appreciate it," the blued eyed boy said. He said his goodbyes and then found himself in the passenger seat of Dash's black convertible.

"Your parents are really nice. I can't believe that they just invited me to come on that trip with you guys. I won't go if you don't want me to go though," Danny said.

Dash laughed. "I want you to come. It'll be a lot of fun, and hopefully it'll get your mind off of the whole Sam and Tucker thing. I'd do just about anything to make you happy right now, Danny."

The half ghost blushed. "Thanks."

They passed the time on their way to Danny's house talking about nothing and everything, finding that they had quite a lot in common. "Do you want me to pick you up for school tomorrow?" Dash asked pulling up in front of the Fenton house.

"No it's okay, I, uh…" Danny paused. Why not? There was nothing to lose pulling up to school with Dash. He didn't have to worry about making Sam and Tucker angry that he was friends with his former bully. "You know what? That'd be great. Thanks."

"Yeah?" the blond asked hopefulness in his voice.

"Yep, what time will you be here?"

"I'll be here around 7:45, is that okay?"

"Yeah, it's fine," Danny said as he got out of the car. He closed the door and turned to walk toward his house, but hesitated. He turned back around to Dash's car and opened the door and sat back in the seat. "Thanks, Dash, for everything. I'd probably be dead right now, if it weren't for you….Well more dead."

"It was really no problem. Those two idiots made the biggest mistake of their lives, letting you go. Do you think you could ever be friends with them again?" the tall blond asked.

Danny was silent for a few minutes. "No," he said truthfully.

"Don't take this the wrong way or anything," Dash said, a smirk on his face, "but I'm glad. Now I can have you all to myself."

Danny snorted. "Was all you're bullying just a way to be near me Dash-honey," the ghost teased.

"Oh, you know it, baby," the jock teased back.

Danny looked down. "This is going to sound really weird, but I feel really close to you right now, like you know my biggest secrets and you haven't done anything but make me feel better, I don't know…I just thought you should know that…",the ghost boy trailed off, looking away.

The blond smiled at him. "Danny? Danny, look at me, please?" Danny turned his big blue eyes toward Dash. "I don't think that's weird. I feel the same way about you right now. I think that everyone needs that one person in life who knows everything about them but doesn't judge them for it, you know? And if you want, I can be that person for you, and you can be that person for me," Dash said warmly.

"What the hell, Dash?" Danny laughed out.

Dash's cheeks burned red. "What?" he ground out, annoyed now because he thought that Danny was making fun of him.

"That was really sweet, Dash. We could have been friends all these years. Like if you were my one friend who knew everything about me, I wouldn't have gone through as much crap as I did," the black haired boy said quickly, not wanting the jock to be angry with him.

"Nah, I had a lot of growing up to do before I got to be the way I am now. Lots and lots of growing up and lots and lots of lectures from my parents," Dash said, his cheeks receding back to their normal color.

"Well," Danny said, getting out of the car, "I'm glad you decided to grow up when I really needed you. Thanks again. I'll see you tomorrow…Dash-honey," Danny finished, and walked to his house.

"No problem, baby! I'll see ya! Oh wait, Danny, here," Dash called.

Danny walked back over to the car and stuck his head through the window. "What," he asked.

The blonde handed him a slip of paper. "This is my cell number. If you ever need me, I don't care when and I don't care what for, if you ever need me, just call me, okay?" he said.

Danny nodded taking the piece of paper and pocketing it. "I'll call you if I need you."

"You promise?"

"I promise."

"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow morning," Dash said before driving off.

Danny walked into his house and was greeted with the sight of his two angry parents waiting for him. "Where have you been young man? Why didn't you call us, and who just dropped you off? This had better be a damn good excuse too, Daniel," his mom said tapping her foot on the ground.

Seeing my parents sitting there worrying about me just brought on another bout of unstoppable tears. "Danny honey, what's wrong," my mom said, rushing to embrace me.

She always knew when I was serious. She ushered me to sit on the couch, and I told my parents everything that happened to me today. Well, minus the Phantom parts…and me almost dieing in the freezing cold. I just told them that Dash had seen me crying and took me to his house.

They took my being gay surprisingly well. All they said was "We love you no matter what, Danny." After about two hours of talking things out with my parents I told them I was tired and wanted to go to bed. Once I was in my room I took my shirt off ready to just take a hot shower, when my phone rang. Pouting because my shower was delayed I picked up my cell phone and answered it, not bothering to look at the caller id.

"Hello," I said.

"Faggot, I want all the stuff I gave you and loaned you, understand? Give it to me tomorrow at school. If you don't give it to me tomorrow I'll tell everyone about you being a ghost. Your parents will be the first to know. I hope you fucking die you disgusting, shameful, fag-slut." Then the line went dead.

I stood there frozen. What the hell was wrong with him? With Sam? He had just started to feel better too, and then Tucker had to call. Danny felt tears spring to his eyes. The only thing that would make him feel better right now is calling Dash. But he didn't want to bother the jock, it was almost eleven o'clock. So Danny did the next best thing. He went ghost and flew to the ghost zone to find someone to fight.

DannyXDash

Danny painfully laid himself out on his bed, back in his human form. He couldn't believe he was so stupid. He had foolishly picked a fight with Skulker, lost his concentration for just a second and he ended up with a few broken and bruised ribs. Every breath he took was a painful one. Why was he having such bad luck? Well not all bad luck, he had Dash now. He wanted to hear the other boy's voice before he fell into a painful sleep, but he didn't want to bother him at three in the morning. Well, Dash had said he didn't care when or what he called for.

Making up his mind, Danny painfully reached for his phone before scrolling to the jock's name and hitting the dial button. "…Hello…?" Dash's voice spoke after a couple of rings, husky from sleep.

"Hey, its, uh, Danny. I didn't mean to bother you, but I just…I don't know, I did something really stupid," he said.

"Yea?" Dash asked sitting up in bead. "What happened?"

"I…uh…T-Tucker called me," Danny stuttered, feeling his eyes watering.

"Aw, baby, are you okay? What did he say?" Dash asked, tugging a sweatshirt on. He walked downstairs to lounge on his basement couch, so he wouldn't wake his parents up.

"H-He told me to give him back all the stuff he ever gave me and loaned me," Danny sniffled.

The blonde scowled. "What a fucking asshole. Who the hell does that? Do you want me to fucking beat the shit out of him for you, cause I would defiantly do it," he said tugging at his gray sweatpants. "What the hell is wrong with me? Are you okay? I can't believe that wasn't the first thing I asked, I'm sorry."

Danny smiled, feeling better already. "Yea, Dash I'm fine now. And it's okay, you don't have to kill Tucker, it's fine. I just, what I did was really stupid and really dangerous," he said, letting out a soft whimper as his ribs throbbed painfully.

Dash froze when he heard the pained whimper. "Danny…? What did you do?"

"I picked a fight with a really tough ghost, and lost my concentration, and that was all it took for him to break a few ribs."

"Oh my god, Danny! Can you breathe? They could have punctured a lung! Oh my god, are you dying? Oh fuck…Danny! Don't die please!" Dash screamed hysteric now that he thought the ghost boy was dying.

"Dash, calm down, okay? I'm not dying. I'll heal in a few days, I just…I'm in so much pain right now. I couldn't even get my clothes off to take a shower. I would stay home tomorrow but my parents would get seriously suspicious, and I can't risk Tucker telling everyone about my secret."

"Alright then, this is what we are going to do. I'm gonna come over and help you out in the morning, kay? I'll be over at 6:45. Are you sure you're okay though, I'll come over now if you want?"

"No, Dash, I'll manage. I didn't mean to wake you this late, sorry. I'll see you tomorrow morning, okay?"

"Yea, I'll see you. And you defiantly weren't bothering me.

DannyXDash

Dash shifted the plastic bag in his hand when he heard someone starting to open the door.

"Hello…? Oh, you must be Dash. Danny told us you would be stopping by. Come in," Danny's mom said letting him in. "Danny told us about what happened yesterday, and I just wanted to say thank you for comforting him. Danny may not show it, but he's a really sensitive guy, and it just broke him to have his friends betray him like that. But thank goodness you were there," Danny's mom said hugging him.

Dash returned the hug, feeling not the least bit awkward. "It was really no problem, Mrs. Fenton.

"Okay then, Danny's up in his room. You can go on up, it's the room with the green and white stripes," she said breaking the hug and walking out the front door.

Dash made his way upstairs, surprised at how nice the Fenton house was. He stopped at the green and white door and knocked gently. "…Come in."

The blond opened the door and chuckled at the room. It was a complete disaster. Clothes were strewn across the floor, cd cases and books were everywhere. His eyes widened slightly at the guns he found amongst the clothes and other various items. Danny's bed seemed to be the only place where there wasn't a mess. He smiled softly when he caught the blue eyed boys gaze.

"Wow, baby. I see you like to keep your room spotless," Dash teased sitting on the edge of Danny's bed.

"Shut up, asshole. My room is just fine, thank you very much," the ghost teased back, struggling to sit up. Dash pushed at his collar bone to force him to stay down.

"Let me check you real quick, then if you want I'll help you get a shower and get dressed, kay?"

Danny nodded shyly. "Okay.'

"I'm going to cut your shirt off, cause its not really going to be fun trying to lift it off of you with your ribs like that. Is that ok?" Dash asked pulling a pair of scissors out of the plastic bag he brought with him.

The ghost boy blushed cherry, when he heard that, but it didn't really look like he had any other choice. "Yea, its fine."

Dash nodded before pulling back Danny's blue comforter and cut a straight line up the front of the tshirt, and through both the sleeves. He scowled as he surveyed the damage, wanting to go and murder the ghost who did this to him. Danny's right side was completely bruised, from his armpit to who knows where, seeing as the giant bruised disappeared down the waistband of his pants.

It was purple in some spots blue and black in others, and a mucusy yellow color danced around the edges. His left side wasn't as bad. There was just a smattering of dark and light bruises all around his rib cage. "There's no way you're going to school today," Dash deadpanned.

Danny spluttered. "I have to go to school or Tucker will spill about me being Phantom!"

"Danny look at you! You can't even sit up!"

"Dash I have to-."

"Okay fine," he started, not giving Danny a chance to finish, because he knew that he would do whatever came out of Danny's mouth when he pouted like that. "This is what we'll do. I'm going to take you to school long enough for you to give Tucker his shit, then I'm taking you home. That's about all I'm going to give you, Danny. You better be thankful that you already have me wrapped around your pretty little fingers," Dash said, undoing Danny's pants so he could pull them down and see just how far the bruise went.

( A/N: okay I didn't really know how to describe how theyre sitting on danny's bed in a way that I could get it to fit into the story so ill just do it here in this a/n: Danny is laying on his bed his left knee bent up so that Dash is sort of sitting in between his legs, but dash's right leg is still hanging off the edge of danny's bed, and dash is leaning across danny's right leg holding himself up with his left hand as he cups the inside of danny's thigh to pull up the material of his boxer-briefs. Sorry iff this is confusing, if you didn't understand it, then you know, just make up your own way of how they're sitting, haha sorry.)

"H-Hey! What are you doing!"

"I'm seeing how far the bruise goes," he said calmly. Once he had pulled the pants off the ghost he slid his hand up the inside of Danny's thigh to push leg of the black boxer-briefs up. He noted that the bruise ended around the middle of a milky white thigh. He knew he should have pulled his hand away from Danny's thigh and his eyes away from Danny's body by now, but he just couldn't. The guy was gorgeous, even marred by dark bruises.

His blue eyes took in the sight of his tan hand cupping the white thigh and felt himself getting hard. He trailed his eyes up to Danny's hips noting that they were a bit wider than a guy's should be, and up to his waist which was a lot tinnier than a guy's should be. His breathing accelerated when he drunk in the sight of Danny's flat stomach, and when his eyes trailed up a leanly built chest. He took note of the delicate collar bone that was attached to a slender neck.

He froze when he felt the ghost boy lightly squirming against his hand, but not in a way to get it off of him. He looked back down at the hand holding Danny's thigh and smirked when he realized Danny was squirming out of pleasure. His hand had, of its own accord started to massage the soft flesh that was Danny's thigh. He looked up at the black haired boy's flushed face, and clenched his jaw at the completely sexy expression the boy wore.

Smoky, half lidded green eyes stared back at his blue ones and his hair was lightly peppered with white strands of hair. Danny looked, breathtaking. "How about we get ready to go to school now, so we can get you back home, hmm," Dash murmured, raking his nails lightly across Danny's thigh.

The ghost boy let out a breathless moan and nodded desperately, but if he was being serious he hadn't heard a word the blond had said, too encased in the feelings a simple touch gave him. He whimpered when the blond pulled away from him and stood from the bed.

He pulled off his red zip up hoodie and gently ushered Danny's arms through so as not to hurt his ribs. He got up and rummaged through the clothes around Danny's floor before finding a pair of black sweat pants. He helped Danny slide into them and then put on his shoes and socks. He gently slid one arm under the still green eyed boy's knees and his other under his back, before picking him up and taking him to his red car.

"Don't forget, Foley's shit," Danny said his voice unintentionally husky, making a shiver run down Dash's spine as he place him into the passengers seat.

"Right," he breathed and went back up to Danny's room and grabbing a box that he could only imagine was Tucker's stuff. He tossed in the back before getting into the driver's seat, and starting the car. "Off to school we go," he said, driving off.

well that's the first chapter i really hope you guys like itt, please revieww