Danny Phantom Fanfiction
Danielle's POV:
I followed Walker into his office at the jail, dreading how this conversation was going to go. "Have a seat," he said, closing the door behind me. It shut with a solid thud and a click, signaling that it was locked. There was know getting out of this. I knew I was in for it.
I sat down slowly in the white chair across from his desk. He paced the room, his arms folded over his chest. "Where have you been?" he asked quietly.
"Around," I mumbled.
"Danielle, you're smart enough to know better than to wonder around the zone in the middle of the night."
"I'm fine," I insisted.
"You're a little girl. You need to be home in bed."
"Yeah? Where? I don't have a home, remember?"
"Danny?" he suggested. "Your original?"
I sucked in my breath. "No."
He raised his eyebrow at me, "He's been looking for you."
"I don't care. I don't want to see him."
"I don't know what happened between you two, but he's more than willing to fix it."
"Drop it, Walker," I snapped. "I don't want to fix things with him."
"You could have gone to Kitty and Johnny. Or come here."
I tried and failed to stifle a yawn. It was late and I was tired. Walker sighed, ;We'll talk about this tomorrow." He griped my shoulder lightly and led me across the hall. There was a twin bed with a white pillow and gray sheets. "Get some rest," he said.
I sat on the bed. I wanted to protest, but the bed was soft, and I hadn't slept in a bed in a long time. Walker stepped out of the room, closing the door behind him. The lock clicked a moment later; he didn't trust me not to try to escape. I leaned back and the second my head hit the pillow, I was out.