So~ While I work on the next chapter to Origin of Aria and another short fic in the Three Levels universe I started to rediscover the Danny Phantom fandom. And thanks to KimuraSato here on the site I've found the absolute adorablness in the Swagger Bishi shipping….and that Danny Phantom shippings have names. I recommend you guys checking out their stories! I really liked Doctor Dash and Duality. I think those are my favorites, but they are both Swagger Bishi which is Danny and Dash as a thing.

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Weekend Love Affair

Amity Public Park: Friday Night

It was a Friday night in late summer and Dash was not with his friends at another one of Paulina's late night pool parties. Nope. Instead of goofing off with her and the rest of the gang, Dash was sitting on an uncomfortable bench in the public park near downtown. Its once crisp white paint was starting to peel as he wallowed in his seething anger towards his father and utter hopelessness of where to go from there.

Leaning back with a worn out groan the teenager brought the heels of his hands up to his eyes as if to stop his train of thought. He wished he could go back in time, before he yelled at his dad, before his dad yelled at him, the night was ruined and he had no one at all he could call to help him out by letting him crash at their place for the weekend. In hindsight, Dash came to realize the fight with his father had been stupid, his father's reaction had been over kill. It took his dad all of five minutes into their argument to kick him out without so much as a warning.

Sighing once more, the teenager dropped his hands at his side and he stared up into the darkness of the sky. He could see no stars tonight, but the far off sounds of thunder told the jock that was so because it was suppose to rain tonight.

Dash had no clue what to do without the cell phone he conveniently left on top his desk in his bedroom. There was no way he could get it now either.

His father had told him not to come back until his cleared his head.

The boy couldn't help the sneer that came to his face, he wouldn't be coming back until Monday then. One glance at his father and the jock would surely deck his old man simply because he had such a hard time reeling in his anger that his father caused. The bubble of rage that constricted his throat and made it hard for him to articulate intelligent speech was still there and he breathed him deeply, trying and failing to pop it. He couldn't think well when angry, and he didn't have anything to help relieve him of it either.

The image of a scrawny black haired sixteen year old flash briefly in his mind. But it was two days until the next school day and he was sure he couldn't just walk over to the dweeb's home and punch his stupidly bright lights out just because.

"Dash?" a voice questioned in a familiar boyish way that made Dash scowl. Dark blue eyes pinned down the skinny form of none other than his own personal punching bag. The last person he wanted to even look at in his current predicament.

Danny Fenton.

Tonight he was wearing a sleeveless hoodie he had left unzipped over a black tank top and pants that for once, weren't falling off his puny hips. He still wore his ratty sneakers though. He stood a few feet away from the bench with his hands in his pockets and a curious expression clear as crystal in his bright blue eyes.

Dash jerked his head away and the image of the boy left his sight as he focused back on the starless sky with a potent glare. The heavens felt like fucking with him tonight apparently.

"Whad'ya want Fentina?" he grunted. He wanted the loser to leave him, he still had to figure out where to go, and his friends' parents wouldn't like him coming over without any prier warning. And he could throw the idea of staying over at Paulina's out the window with how crazy protective he is of his little girl.

"Umm…" came that small, unsure voice of Fentons. The jock could practically feel the wimps eyebrows furrow. "It's like…11:42 at night Dash? What are you doing out so late?" he questioned.

Dash rolled his eyes as he sat up straighter and leered at him. The smaller teen stood with shoulders lax and weightconcentrated on one leg. It almost made him look confident to be out here so late and for some reason that irked him. Fenton was a weak wimp who could throw even a single punch. If anything, the guy should be far more nervous.

"None of your damn business Fenturd, I could say the same to you. You're a pretty easy target for mobbing."

Danny shrugged.

"I see your point, but seriously, the park isn't a very safe place to be doing…whatever it is you're doing here." Fenton walked a few steps closer with that same air of curiosity that irked him right this moment. Couldn't the loser just leave him to his own problems.

"And I still think it's none of your damn business." He snapped with a stubborn cross of his arms. Danny opened his mouth to say something, but a cold drop of water falling from the sky, shortly followed by many more promptly shut the boy's mouth.

If Dash's mood was sour before, his shout of absolute torment made sure he looked as if he was told Casper High's football team wasn't going to make it to regional's this year. From the corner of his eye he saw the loser flinch his bright blue eyes and face the sky as well.

"Hey uh…" he murmured. "If you want…my house has a spare room, you can stay there for the night if you want." He offered. The act actually gave the Baxter pause as he stood from his perch on the bench and stared hard at Fenton as if there was some catch.

"Why do you think I need a place to stay overnight, huh?" the jock sneered, his head tilted upward just so he could look under his nose at the shorter sixteen year old the way he normally did when he was about to start something with him.

Fentina didn't speak for a minute and Dash suspected he was trying to find a reason himself for such an offer, and to his own bully no less. Thunder boomed from over head and the rain started coming down in a harder, colder sheet that soaked his hair through until his bangs drooped over his dark eyes.

Fentons own unkempt, just got out of bed hair was starting to frame his unhealthily pale cheeks. The boy finally decided to answer with a shrug.

"You just look like you aren't going to be going home anytime soon and I can't just leave you out here to wallow in whatever puddle of misery you've found yourself in."

Dash raised a brow and the teenager gave him that stupid, lopsided smile.

"And I'm not nearly as mean to others as you are. Come on, my home is just a block away from the park." He offered and pointed in the direction of the street.

Pursing his lips into a thin line he watched Fenton start passed him and mulled over the choices he had in his head. There weren't very many so the decision was simple: Sleep in the rain, or stomach through a night in the local loony home.

Dash easily caught up with the speed walking loser. Crazy ghost hunters seemed like a cake walk to deal with, at least he wouldn't be cold.

The walk was quick and silent, Fenton didn't bother to speak except when his cell phone rang and he spoke a few words to whoever was on the other line, promising to explain once he got home. Dash was just a little relieved he had the tact not to ask why he'd rather go somewhere that wasn't his own home and he didn't feel Fenton needed to know.

The neon lights of the FentonWorks sign was seen before the actual building came into view and the two ran the rest of the way to the front door.

Dash couldn't help but notice the tiny fact that the weakest punk he knew had kept up with him. It raised an eye brow, but since Fenton didn't seem to really notice he filed away that bit of information and left him unlock the door and walk in. Dash followed closely behind.

No sooner did the blond close the door did he hear a feral roar coming from the kitchen. Dash blinked and turned to his host for an explanation. Did a ghost start attacking the home or something?!

The black haired boy had the decency to look mildly annoyed before walking down the short hall to peek his head into the kitchen. Dash followed and couldn't help the surprised gasp from leaving his mouth. The jumpsuit clad Mrs. Fenton stalked from one side of the kitchen to the other with an electric blue glowing net. Her goggles were lifted over her eyes and her purple eyes glared annoyingly at whatever was floating above her head and making those animalistic sounds.

"Mom…please tell me you did not mix up the ectoplasm on the counter with your meatloaf again." Fenton groaned. Dash made a disgusted look at his classmate, who promptly ignored him as his mother let out a battle cry before flipping into the air to catch the glowing hunk of raw meat that glared daggers at the woman with unnaturally red eyes. She made a triumphant sound through her nose and Dash began to question his decision.

"Oh, you know how your father likes to forget to label those containers." Mrs. Fenton sighed as she turned to face her son with a pleasant smile. Violet eyes flickered to Dash then with surprise.

"Oh, why Dash Baxter, I was unaware you would be coming over tonight. Danny, what happened to you, Sam, and Tucker heading out to the movies tonight?" she asked curiously. Dash blinked at this and turned to his classmate, he hadn't even bothered to think he had something to do before the loser found him all alone.

Danny gave his mom a tight smile as he scratched his cheek.

"Yeah, I was on my way to the theater to meet up with them when I ran into Dash..uh, mom, do you think he could stay over for the night?" Danny laughed a nervous sounding laugh as he looked up at his mom through his thick bangs that had flattened over his eyes from the rain. His mother seemed to frown in thought as she stared down at the teenagers before setting her free hand over her hip.

"Well, I don't see a problem with it. Be a dear and show Dash to the bathroom, you both are absolutely drenched and we cannot let him catch a cold." She told her son who nodded.

"Oh, and dinner will be ready in thirty—" the net behind her wriggled as the haunted meatloaf growled. "…Dinner will be ready in an hour boys, so go clean up and relax." She smiled before making her way be towards the oven to threaten the demonic raw meat.

Danny lead the blond up the stairs even as the jock stared unsurely back towards the kitchen. Dash could feel the boy's eyes on him and he desided to send his own odd look to Fenton. He shrugged.

"Don't worry, humans that accidentally consume ectoplasm in small amounts suffer no lasting ill effects." He tried to reassure and opened a door between one with a 'Keep Out' sign on the left and another on the left with science stickers on one corner. The must have been Fenton and Jazz's rooms respectively.

The middle room was the guest room Fentonio had mentioned and walked in to a clean, minty smelling room. Dash looked around to small bedroom. It was normal, for the most part, the walls were painted a pleasant light green with a mirror hanging over a small dresser off to one side of the window covered by white curtains. The bed was a twin sized and looked like the bed was just made. There was a bedside table and lamp too.

Dash watched the youngest Fenton pull something from one of the drawers before handing them to him. Dash gave him a questioning look.

"Some spare clothes, the bathroom is the white door to the right before the stairs that lead up to the observatory." Fenton explained before walking out. Dash furrowed his brows until he heard a door open and close and he suspected the boy went to his own room to change.

Ok…this was getting very weird.

He was Fen-toads bully last time he checked. He and the jock hated each other too last time he remembered. Leaving the room to walk down the hall to the door he was told would lead to the bathroom Dash tried to wrap his mind around his current situation and Fentons attitude so far. Instead of shaking, flinching in fear, or downright not even offering him a place to stay the night, Fenton had been pretty…nice? He didn't question him about him being out without his friends, he even went so far as to open his doors to him and he acted as if, well, as if he didn't just offer his school bully a place to sleep.

In fact, he hadn't even bat an eyelash asking his mom to let him stay or giving him dry clothes.

Dash scowled as he felt warm water warm up his cold toes. Had he really looked that helpless outside? Was it pity that drove Fenton to help him? Dash shook the water from his hair in denial. The dork had said it himself, even if Dash wanted to deny it. Fenton just wasn't as cruel to others as he apparently was.

And oddly enough, the blond could believe that. Didn't mean he was comfortable with this though.

The sweat pants he was given fit him comfortably surprising enough, the shirt was a bit tight, but he could deal with it. Walking back down the hall he found himself in front of his hosts' bedroom door. Furrowing his brows he grasped the knob. He supposed he should thank the loser.

Dash didn't open it very far before he heard Fentons voice on the other side.

"Sorry about that, I know we had a patrol planned for the night…but I sorta ran into something that bothered me." Was Fentons voice as he heard a huff of annoyance. It sounded kind of muffled and crackly, Dash assumed he was talking to his other loser friends through speaker phone.

"Oh?" it was Goth Chicks voice. "And what's this troubling thing that caught your attention when we should be out inspecting that new sighting Vlad warned you about?"

Dash frowned as the words sank in. Didn't Mrs. Fenton say her son was going to see a movie? Whats this about a patrol? What was sighted?

Fenton shuffled around before he answered. Dash opened the door just a little wider to get a peek into the bedroom and almost sputtered in disbelief at the scene before him. Blue eyes looked wide eyed at the shorter man as he talked to the cell phone placed on his bedside table. Fenton himself was standing over a pile of clothes piled up on his unmade bed. He was shirtless. That in itself wasn't such a big deal until Dash realized he wasn't all skin and bones thin as he had always previously thought.

Yeah, the teenager was shinny as all hell, but he wasn't lanky, his form surprisingly lithe. Dash watched rounded shoulders shake in an amused chuckle from something his friends said on the other line and muscles in his back he never knew Fenton had flexed. Standing up straighter, Dash watch his thin arms pull a clean white shirt over his pale, slim waist.

Unconsciously, Dash gulped. Mortification washed over him then as he slapped a hand over his eyes. Oh god, was he seriously just checking him out? No. Bad Dash. You don't check people like Fen-toad out and gulp.

"Whoa!" The sudden exclamation from inside Fenton room made the blond jump. His shame turned into embarrassment that he was just discovered creeping behind another man's' door. Awkwardly glancing back towards the crack in the door leading to the inside Dash watched a tentative smile reach Fentons lips as he glanced towards the phone.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, hold the phone Danny, Dash Baxter is in your home?!" It was Techno Geek who spoke this time as the Goth chick squawked about something in the backgrounds.

"Yeah…" it was the long and drawn out answer from Fenton.

"Did you fall on your head before leaving tonight? Because I wanna know what bright idea you had to invite him to your house where your parents keep a lot of potentially harmful items in arms reach." Tucker sighed a huge sigh.

"Hey…I couldn't just leave him there, the guy looked miserable. And despite any thoughts I have for the idiot, I'm too nice for my own good."

"Tucker, we're talking to the kid who invited his archenemy into his home after a year of plotting to kill his father without any explanation then too…This isn't as hard to believe as I want to think at the moment." Sam sounded like she was rolling her eyes and as much as that put more questions into his mind, Dash really did not want to know what they meant by any of that.

"Look, it's only for tonight, I'm sure. We'll just have to wait until tomorrow night. Putting off the search for one more night shouldn't be too bad, right?" Fenton assured, Dash heard his friends reluctantly agree.

"Danny just…" Goth chick started. "be careful around him ok?" she pleaded.

"Sam, I'm fine, really. I hardly feel any pain from that last encounter; the ectoburns have all ready healed, if Dash tries something it's not something I know I can't handle." He reassured again before saying good bye and hanging up.

Before Dash even had an idea of what to do the door opened up and a surprised Fenton stared up at an equally surprised Dash. The two stared at each other without a sound. In an attempt to say something scathing, if only to return to a mood he was familiar with around the smaller teenager Mrs. Fenton's voice called from downstairs.

"Boys, dinner is ready!"

That seemed to snap Fenton out of his daze, because he pushed awkwardly around Dash before running clumsily down the flight of stairs. Dash gulped once more before running a hand down his face to rid himself of everything he had just seen and heard.

He really just did not want to know.

Dinner with the Fentons was…odd. Dash eyed the glowing green mound of baked meat with suspicion as Mrs. Fenton sliced through it while telling her husband to put down what Dash could only describe as a giant bazooka to set the table. All the while their son would slouch in his chair as if wanting to disappear while his mother asked the two boys how school was going. Fenton simply grunted and poked his share of the once very violent meatloaf while Dash had was cohearced into one word answers because…he had to admit, the freaky ghost hunting mom who apparently knew some kind of martial arts made him a little nervous.

Fenton's father was painfully oblivious as he chatted along with his wife about whatever that giant bazooka thing was suppose to do.

The moment the thick man mention the resident ghost boy though, and trying it out of him Dash noticed their son get uncomfortably tense and the color in his cheeks drained. After that, the glowing meatloaf was shoveled into his mouth without another thought.

Fenton excused himself from the table shortly afterwards, and Dash not wanting to stay a moment longer as the two ghost fanatics discussed it, followed closely behind.

Fenton closed the door to his room as Dash stood, not entirely sure of what to do, in the center of the bedroom. He glanced around to blue painted walls with posters of what he assumed were Fentons favorite bands and movies. There was a collection of Dead Teacher premeire posters and one of the Dumpty Humpty band from freshman year when they held a concert at Casper High on the day Summer vacation started. There was a shelf on his bookshelf dedicated solely to rocket models and books on space exploration, in fact, Dash took a closer look at the bookshelf and realized, for a kid that failed almost every pop quiz and test given in Casper High, Danny Fenton had a very large book collection.

Ones on space, planets, stars, travel, even history.

Ghosts and mythology; he guessed with a family with ghost hunting parents their kids were sure to have volumes on the subject.

One shelf in particular though held thick binders and notebooks labeled with names and dates he didn't quite understand. Ember, Skulker, Youngblood, Desiree…Vlad…so many others also added to the collection, but his inspection was cut short be the clearing of someones throat. Dash had just about forgotten that he was alone with Fenton in his room and turned back to the teenager. Dark blue eyes narrowed in on him as he shifted nervously in his spot.

Dash was starting to not understand a thing about this kid be liked to shove into lockers and torment on a regular bases.

"Um…sooo." Fenton looked around his space as if to look for a rock to disappear under. And now, Dash felt the same as he rubbed the back of his neck, unsure what to do now that they were pretty much alone.

"Um, I'm just going to…do homework, yeah, homework…" Fenton cleared his throat again before bending down to sort through the textbooks and folders in his backpack. With his back once again to Dash the confused blonds' gaze faltered to the stripe of pale skin that peaked through the shirt that rode up his back. The baggy fleece pajama pants the boy wore even rode a tad too low around his hips that Dash had to find purchase on the computer desk behind him and take a seat in the chair.

This was ridiculous and so messed up. He wished he had his phone, he needed Kwan. Kwan would know what to do, what to say to his friend who struggled from either wailing on the guy not even five feet away from him because he had the audacity to tease him like this, or downright running out of the Fentons' home and begging his dad to let him back home and deny everything that was said in the explosion of an argument that left him here. In Fentons home. Alone with him in his bedroom. And learning about the little twist in his gut and knot in his throat.

Dash was not pleased.

And Kwan was the only logical voice of reason he could fall back on when the Baxter felt some kind of undeniable urge to do something he most definitely shouldn't if it meant exposing what turned the jock on.

Fenton was on his bed now, oblivious to the jocks silent war with himself.

It made him want to punch the damn loser.

Dash sat there, staring at anything but the teenager laying on his stomach doing his homework until the beating of his heart became too heavy, his palms too sweaty. The chair clattered as he stood abruptly and caught the attention of large icy blue eyes that starred up at his questioningly.

Dash gulped.

"I'm just—I'm going to bed." He muttered quickly as he made a bee line for the door.

"Uh, good night then." Fenton called back before Dash slammed the door closed with more strength than he probably needed to.

Out in the hallway he heard Fenton sigh in that way he knew he did when Dash didn't immediately shove him into a locker before walking to the first class of the day.

Bringing his hands up to his face the jock bit his lip to keep him from screaming before heaving his own put upon sigh and walking into the guest room. Closing the door he found himself in the bed quickly with the covers pulled back. Taking a deep breath he learned the pillow case smelled of fabric softener and a bit of mint.

How did they do that by the way?

Probably ectoplasm, they seem to get that in everything if tonight's dinner wasn't anything too different from a normal one for the Fenton's.

Dash fell into a not so deep sleep. His mind kept replaying everything his father and he yelled about. The conversations Kwan told him it was no big deal and Paulina grinning in triumph because she was so sure she had realized it before even Dash knew it about himself.

Dash Baxter was attracted to men.

So I listened to a lot of Ellie Goulding and Lana Del Ray while writing this.