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It was Christmas Eve and where was I? At home with my family, hanging out with Tucker and Sam? No, sadly I'm spending Christmas Eve in the ghost zone. At least the Truce was in play, as was the annual party, though hanging out with a bunch of people who wanted to kill was not on the top of my things to do.

"Ghost-child come and enjoy yourself, it's Christmas eve relax some." Skulker the ghost zones most feared hunter was relaxed and lounging on a couch with a drink in one hand and Ember in the other. How those two ever got together I don't know, and I kind of don't want to.

On the dance floor was Johnny and Kitty and even Technus and they were all having a good time but for me it was just way too weird. I envied them, all of them. They were able to relax and have fun and here I was moping around, again.

"Come on Phantom, come dance with us, it'll be fuuun." Desiree called teasingly, swaying to the music in an enticing manner. God this was so embarrassing, this is why ghosts shouldn't be allowed to be get drunk.

3rd person POV

It was too much fun teasing the ghost boy. He just didn't know how to let loose and have fun. He was always so tense at these little gatherings. If Plasmius was able to cute loose why could the boy? Carefully Ember craftily poured something of more interest into Danny's cup. The poor boy was to distracted trying to hide his embracement to notice. She highly doubted he went to parties like this with his friends. Well at least now he'll be more fun. Ember watched closely as her victim downed his drink in one gulp, cringing at the bitter sweet taste. Good, now all she had to do was wait. Skulker shook his head; sometimes his girl impressed him with her predatorily like mind. Leaning in close, so no one else could hear, he whispered, "Just want are you planning fire-starter?"

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it baby, just sit back and enjoy." So he did. The Ghost boy was already looking around like he was seeing in the place for the first time, it was a well known little fact that Phantom was a bit of a light weight when it came to alcohol and knowing Ember she exploited that little fact. Stumbling back over to the punch bowl Danny filled his cup up, loving the new buzz he was on. It was nice, though he mind seemed a little foggy, like he was trying to remember something but couldn't.

"Really now, Daniel, have you no control?"

"Leave meh alone fruit loop." Danny managed to say, almost without a slur. Vlad just raised an eyebrow at the younger hybrid, he really was gone. The punch was already spiked to begin with.

"Just how many drinks have you had?"

"Umm…why? Are you going to lecture me, 'cause I'm really not in the mood for it fruit loop."

"Would you stop calling me that! I am NOT a fruit loop!" Snorting Danny downed his glass. He could always count on Vlad getting angry over that.

"Really, I could have sworn that if you look up fruit loop in the dictionary your picture would be there." Plasmius' eye started to twitch. The younger halfa busted out in a fit of laughter, drawing the attention of near by ghosts, Ember being on of that.

"That's enough, you've had enough. Good lord does anyone even know you're here?" The twitch in his eye grew; it seemed Daniel thought it was a good idea to down another cup of god knows what and was about to do it again. The cup never reached Danny's lips. Vlad ripped it out of his hands and just to spit the young ghost drank it himself.

"Hey! I was drinking that!"

"And now you're not. I'm cutting you off little badger."

Danny wrinkled his nose in disgust, "What ever fruit loop, you're not my father."

"Yes, as you so love to remind me." Finally fed up with the younger halfa Plasmius grabbed his arm and started pulling him out of the room. A few cat calls followed.

"Hey! Let go! Did you hear me! Let me go you creepy fruit loop!"

"Daniel get a hold of yourself! I'm not going to do anything to you. Why must you always think the worst of me. I only have the best intentions in mind for you."

" 'Cause you always have something planed and you're into my mom! That's just creepy!" Plasmius paused and that was all Danny needed. He pulled his arm out of Plasmius' grip and flew off. He didn't have any place in mind; he just wanted to get away from everything for a while. That's what why he'd gone to the Christmas Truce party in the first place. That had been a mistake.

On the other side of the Ghost Zone a certain ghost writer was hard at work on a holiday poem. He saw no point in going to the party, not when he'd rather type away on his keys and create something new. "Oh who am I kidding; I do the same dreadful thing ever Christmas eve, it's time I leave." Turning away from his precious keyboard, the Ghostwrite floated for the door. It was a day of Truce after all no need to worry about being mulled. Or so he thought.

SMACK! The Ghost Writing was flung back into a stack of books. Groaning, he shook off the pain, determined to see who hit him.

"Man, what did I run into?" Well that answered it for him. A flushed face Danny Phantom was wearily floating in the entrance of the library. One hand on his head, the other hanging loosely by his side, "Hey, you okay?" Well he was being oddly nice.

"No." Danny just blinked and stared at the Ghost Writer like he'd just been told to solve a difficult math problem. Than in an instant Danny was in front of him, offering him a hand. Hesitantly the Ghost Writer accepted. "I take it you're coming from the Truce party." No question was actually asked. Danny's goofy smile was enough of an answer though. "You are in no condition to be flying around the ghost zone."

Danny snorted, "You're starting to sound like the fruit loop." Rolling his eyes, the Ghost Writer chose to ignore that comment. He liked to believe that he wasn't as manipulative as that man or as crazy. He did have his moments though, the Fright Before Christmas being one of them.

"I fully resent that insult. I am nothing like an over grown child who throws a fit when things don't go his way." Apparently the drunken ghost found that to be funny. The laughter was infectious and soon both were laughing like they were old friends.

"Hey Ghost Writer, what's your name? Or what's the name you like to go by?"

The question took him by surprise. No one ever asked him that before. "Andrew, I prefer to go by Andrew, and what of you ghost boy, what do you like?" Danny thought long and hard about his answer. He had been called so many names that at times it was hard to remember them all.

"Danny."

"Danny." Andrew repeated. It fit the boy. "Why did you come to my library Danny?" Danny shivered. Maybe it was because he was drunk or maybe it was because secretly he liked the way his name sounded when Andrew said it. The ghost had always interested him, writing being a hobby of his as well, not that many knew. Danny was not a confident writer and his own worst critic.

"I….don't know," His words were a little slurred but as much. "The party was gett'en to be too much and it felt like I was in a fog…I just needed to get away from it all." His eyes were unfocused, far away even. Just what all did the boy go through?

1st person POV

It was weird having a conversation with the Ghost Wri- Andrew. I didn't really know him but he seemed like one of the better ghosts that I've run into, a side from forcing a liking for Christmas on me, even if it was for the better. Still he was easy to talk to or maybe I was just that far gone? Man I need to focus but it's kind of hard to listen when it's easier to just look. I never really noticed how soft his black hair looked or how it made his eyes seem like a brighter green then they really were. I wonder what he looked like when he was a live.

"Did you hear a word I said?" I just kind of stared at him, it was hard not to. "I'll take that as a no." A small frown was on his face. It didn't really seem to go. I don't like it when he frowns, he looks much better when he smiles, cute even….whoa…wait….cute? A guy? Cute? Man I need to get a grip on myself. Guys aren't cute, especially not artist writers filled with passion who have glasses that frame their nice green eyes….yea not cute at all. "You really are out of it. It's a good thing the Truce is in place or you would be in a world of trouble."

"Are you threatening me?" And here I thought we were becoming friends.

"No, just simply stating a fact." Wait…when did we get in front of a fire and where'd the couch come from? A heavy sigh came from Andrew, wonder what's wrong? "Look I'm not your father or even a parental figure but I'd have to be blind and daft to let you leave. You're staying the night."

"Okay."

"Listen it's for the….okay?"

"Yea, okay. Not like it really matters, at lease I wont be alone."

"Alone, what of your family and friends? What of good tiding and cheer?"

"Jazz is at her boyfriends and mom and dad are having their annually fight. Sam's away on some trip and Tucker is being…well Tucker." Andrew didn't say anything, though he did feel slightly guilty about making Danny the subject of his holiday book five years ago.

"Hey, do you always stay in the library?" I've always wondered that. If he did leave then where did he go? Did he have any friends? Did he even realize he bit his lip and it was sort of cu- NO! NOT cute. Not at all. Only a little. No! "I'm never drinking again."

"There really is no reason for me to leave. Everything I need is here." Yawing, I realized I was kind of tired, but I wanted to talk more. This was really the first chance I had to talk to him. Who knows, maybe tomorrow he'll decide to put me in another hellish book. Or even let the others my location. Than again the couch really was comfortable.

"Don't you get lonely?" My eye lids were growing heaving. It was getting hard to keep them open. Maybe if I just closed them for a little bit?

Andrew started to reply but stopped when Danny's head fell against his chest. It seemed the boy had fallen asleep. It had been a while since Andrew had had any company. Not many ghosts traveled to his part of the ghost zone. Every now and then Clockwork would but even those visits had grown less and less frequent. "Sleep well Danny." He whispered before phasing threw the couch. He didn't have much of a need for sleep so he wrote. It was choppy, armature like. After a few hours of trying Andrew finally just up. It seemed he had too much on his mind to write properly unless, unless he wrote out his confusing. That would do the trick.

Mean while Danny was a sleep on the couch. At first it was peaceful but soon as most dreams do, it turned bad. Even in ghost form he started shivering, the ice seeping out. It wasn't long before the whole couch and fire were frozen solid. It was around that time that Andrew noticed the change in temperature. Confused he approached the slumbering ghost. It was odd to see him in such a vulnerable state. Slowly he reached out intent on waking the boy but found himself stroking his cheek instead. It was soft and smooth unlike his because of his go-T. He was soft of away that the boy had stopped shaking and the ice manifestation had started to retreat, as did Andrew. Only a few steps away but it seemed the like nightmare had started back up, if the ice was any indication. Sighing, Andrew made a decision and phased back through the couch and laid the boys head on his chest. Much to his surprise and amusement Danny's arms wrapped around his waist and if he wasn't mistaken he almost seemed to be nuzzling his chest. The boy was cute, but a boy, as Andrew kept reminding himself. Funny, even in ghost form Danny seemed to subconsciously breathe even though it wasn't needed. It was a comfortable feeling. One that soon lulled the Ghost Writer to sleep, a smile upon his face, morning be damned he'd deal with it then.

But morning did come and quiet quickly at that. A groan met the writer's ears followed closely by a pained groan. Smiling to himself, he decided to fake sleep, if only to see the boy's reaction.

Oh God my head is killing me! That's the last time I drink anything alcohol related. Bet my human half has a hang over too. At least I made it home and to bed….wait….I don't remember making it home. Slowly I opened my eyes and took in my surroundings. Books, lots and lots of books. Where was I? A librar…Ghost Writer. It was then that I realized I was curled up next to someone. That someone was the Ghost Writer. I could feel my facing burning. Nothing happened! There's no way! I'll just phase threw the couch and leave. There, no awkwardness or anything. Only, I kind of don't want to leave.

"Hmm….morning Danny." I froze and ever so slowly turned to face him.

"Moring Ghost Writer." I winced at the expression. It went from being open to closed off.

"And here I was under the impression we were past that. Very well then ghost boy, have it your way." Needless to say I was kind of confused. "It would be best if you drank some coffee, it will help that hang over of yours." Without so much of a word I followed him. Soon we were drinking coffee in silence.

3rd person POV

"Did I do something?"

"What?" Andrew asked startled. "What ever gave you that idea."

"Well for starters your sarcastic reply Sunshine." No answer, more silence. Finally Danny couldn't take it anymore. "Look I don't know what I did to piss you off but I have no recollection of it! Are you really going to punish me for something I don't even remember doing?" The Ghost Writer just stared blankly at him. "Fine, don't answer." Angrily Danny stormed out of the library. He left behind a sad but stubborn ghost.

"You really shouldn't hold this against him."

"How long have you been here clockwork?"

"Long enough. You maybe have lost your only change you know."

"I know."

"Very well then." Andrew didn't see the smirk on the other's face. This was only the beginning.

Author's Note

Thank you for reading. Reviews are liked and so is suggestion. I'm sorry if the characters are a little out of character, I'm trying to keep them in character. This was originally going to be a one shot but...well it's kind of grown on me and so has the story idea. I'm not really sure how many chapters it'll be but I doubt it'll be to many. Hope you enjoyed reading it and that you'll read the next chapter too!