halo! this is my first fic with this couple, and i intend it to be my last. I don't know jack 'bout sticking to canon or minimil OOC. if u really want to, u can tell me how to spell cirtain words, but other wise, don't bother. I already know I suck at spelling. The only reason i did this couple was because i got bored. It's late, so some of this wont make sence. This is dedicated to Goldern Pantha for no particular reason, I just felt like it. If u really want a reason, just say it's a late birthday present. Happy Birthday Sam! also, if this seems unoriginal, it's cause i'm not good with ideas. Hope u enjoy!

"Don't ever let go."

I shuddered. Playing the scene over and over again in my head, I shivered. His voice still lingered in my ears even after he was gone. The cool sensation of his breath floating coldly on my cheek.

I sighed with contempt. He had kissed me. I mean I had kissed before, there was that time with Gregor, for one. But this, this kiss, was better than I thought it would ever be. He raised my thoughts and before I knew it, his lips had descended on mine and he raised the bar.

I walked through the moon-light cemetery, towards him. I breathed in the fresh midnight air. A scent of roses caught my senses. I shivered, wondering why I hadn't brought a coat. It was a stupid thing to do, but at the time, my thoughts were on someone else.

I smiled to my self. He would never be as great as he was to me, I guess I was only setting my self up for disappointment. But then, that didn't matter. He was still Danny, my Danny.

An arch came into view, just after the bridge. My boots thumped on the wood of the old bridge, and I winced as the sound got louder when the bridge began to become steep on my way down. The arch was small, and I had to bend. It opened to a lush garden of purple roses and green hedge walls which surrounded the confined space of the Fenton's graveyard. How they had managed to get their own family graveyard was beyond me.

I then remembered why I was here. He had died. Not very nicely, as well. And I had the great misfortune to witness it. The pain racked through his torn up throat's cry, echoed through his ghostly wail. His last attack.

His last words. "Don't ever let go." Our first and last kiss. His last breath.

I cried that night. And the months that followed. I never really thought about seeing him until tonight. Tonight as a lay in bed, remembering my last words to him were "You idiot! Pass me the thermos!" Not the nicest last words ever, they were shouted with frustration and anger. Maybe if he had passed me the thermos, he would have lived, and I would have died.

He chose to drop the thermos, he chose to come after the ghost attacking me, he never noticed the blast from behind until it was too late.

The blast contained such great power, if it had hit me as intended, I wouldn't have lived. Just died right then and there. No scream, not even a blink and I would have been dead. He took that for me.

"Danny?" I whispered hoarsely as a shape floated down beside me. His skin was so pale, his hair light. He turned to me.

"Funny," he started, "how the moon light makes even the most dead person look-"

"Human." I finished.

Abruptly, he grasped my waist and claimed my lips in a kiss. His icy lips brushed against mine as it ended. His bright green eyes looked deep into mine as he held me as close as he could. I wrapped my arms around his neck and we stood like that for what seemed like hours.

"Don't - don't ever let go." He croaked out. I felt his tears against my cheek and felt ice cold tears cool my flushed face. I soon joined him.

"I won't." I whispered. "I promise."