Before this all starts, I would like to thank EVERYONE very much for encouraging me to write this story. I have received many many reviews on my story "What Doesn't Kill Him Makes Him Stronger" about writing a fic for my OC Aaron and Danny... as a couple. So here it is.! First chapter:)

I'm afraid all that I can provide right now is a short, badly written prologue for the fic, but I have been a bit busy, but plan on uploading as soon as I can.

This fic was based off of plenty of wonderful wonderful wonderfulllll people who approve of the couple, but mainly got motivated by alixanderbolster's private message of a challenge, which was this:

"In your story What Doesn't Kill Him Makes Him Stronger I think it would be cool if you do a offshoot that's 5-10 chapters long where Danny and Aaron get together because Danny no longer has feelings for Dash after what happened to Aaron. Also, Danny moves in with Aarons family because his parents find out he's gay and kicks him out of the house/family but Jazz doesn't know because she's at college or something where she's not there. Aaron/Danny are deeply in love with each other or they become like brothers. In the story Danny tells/accidently reveals his "ghostly secret" to Aaron and his family and they accept him for who he is(they love him). Plus Danny likes the feeling of someone(s)(aaron/aarons family) special needing him for something. I hope you consider my suggestion and can you pm me with a yes (you're going to do it) or no (why you're not going to do it) it would be appreciated."

Which I have accepted:) I'd also like to thank alixanderbolster very much for the PM :) Sooooo, here is the pre-chapter, which is the scene in WDKHMHS where Danny and Aaron originally meet.

Chapter 1: uhm... prologue

His hair was stringy and spiked, shaping itself to his face until it curled at his jaw line. Red. His hair was strikingly red, with little riverets of orange and maroon hidden underneath the winter hat his older sister had given him. It was so unnatural looking, and so vibrant above his neon emerald eyes that were hidden behind thick framed glasses. Wearing the jacket his grandfather had given him, the one that he'd worn every winter since he'd gotten it; the one that smelled faintly of sugar and a definitive fruity smell that clung to the boys pale skin, he truly did seem like a bit of a freak.

Maybe that's why he hadn't been surprised when he was attacked outside of the library by a group of jocks from his school.

It was late; the air was rigid and brisk in the dark of the night as one Aaron Carter made his way down the staircase of the Amity Park Public Library. His sneakers were laced tight, his long blue jeans hugging his slim legs as he made his way up the hill towards his house.

Aaron hated stepping from the library, afraid of the unknown lurking by in the dark, but he also hated asking his parents to come pick him up. He'd rather walk through the empty streets of Amity park than pull his parents from whatever it did when they got off of work.

But upon leaving the library, Aaron found himself surrounded by a group of boys he recognized from his highschool's foot ball team. There were the players, and then their dates, and Aaron could feel the rising tension in his stomach as the group surrounded him. Only a few steps down the sidewalk, Aaron felt hands tug him back, digging fingernails into his jacket and button down shirt.

Aaron felt the hands on him; felt the heavy gasps of laughter and anticipation as alcohol was swigged and discarded onto the pavement. He felt his sneakers scrape against the concrete as he fought and kicked, trying to free his limbs of the calloused and hard fingers clutching his wrists and underarms. It took everything in him not to scream out, but he knew that would only make the beating worse. Ugh... He thought, I'm still sore from the last one.

Aaron began to shake, and he heard the blonde to his left laugh. "What's wrong, Fag? You scared?" Aaron bowed his head, and winced when someone grabbed hold of hair and yanked his head back up. His face was livid with anger and fear, and his teeth rattled. "Come on, Princess, stop being such a little wussy!"

Aaron watched as another blonde stepped forward, the quarter back of Casper High, Dashiel Baxter. Aaron felt tears well up in his eyes and spill over, watching as the jock cracked his knuckles, one after another. Aaron tried to relax, knowing the bruising wouldn't be so bad if he wasn't tensed, but he couldn't help it. His body was trying to shape itself into a ball, and he twitched, straining to fight his own nerves.

Suddenly, the air was knocked out of him. He cried, gasping for the air that didn't seem to be anywhere near him. Aaron felt his head swim, and as he opened his eyes to see the blurring world, he was met by the same fist scraping across his cheek, rattling his jaw. What was this?! What made this fun to these bastards?!

He jerked away from the brunette, only to have his wrist twisted and his shoulder squeezed so hard he was sure it would bust. "What's wrong, Aaron-boy? Had enough yet?" He heard one of the brunette slur, his eyes fire like with the alcohol in his blood. Aaron couldn't stand the sound of that voice, couldn't take the slur of intoxication. He dragged his legs up, trying to use the momentum to tug an arm free from one of his holders... And it worked.

He yanked an arm free, making a mad dash away from the group. Aaron felt their laughter and anger erupt into the crisp air as one of his arms ripped from his jacket sleeve. He made a decision then... It was his jacket or his life, and even though he took a moment to decide if getting the shit beat out of him was worth his jacket, he decided against it. He loved the jacket, but he liked breathing on his own more.

He only made it a few steps before strong arms gripped at his sleeves, raking fingers against his scalp as his hair was pulled back. Aaron felt nauseated, not really seeing clearly anymore. He hated being punched, and hated being held down... It was just little things that made him want to crawl in a hole and die.

He was pulled from his thoughts as one of the crowd shouted, "Come on Dash! Finish the faggot off!"

Aaron's eyes widened, and he mustered all of his strength to pull and shake and kick at the boys pinning him. Aaron closed his eyes, his gasps spiking as he felt his blood swell in his veins. He hated this part; hated knowing what was coming...

... There were a few long moments of... Nothing. Aaron chanced a peak, and gasped, his already sore cheeks heating as he took in the scene before him:

Dash lay a few feet away, sprawled out in the light snow, with a thin line of blood falling from a gash on his forehead. He seemed to sway from side to side, his eyes drifting in and out as the alcohol finally seemed to take its toll on him. He slip to the ground, consciousness lost in his features and Danny turned to the brunette and blonde as the rest of the group dispersed, seeing their leader fall.

Without warning, Aaron yelped as Danny pulled him into his arms, Aaron's back pressed to the warm surface of Danny's abdomen.

Aaron gazed up at Danny, his eyes widening as he took in the tall, slender boy cradling him securely in his arms. Danny was strong, stronger than he'd ever imagined, and Aaron felt it as Danny tugged him this way and that, moving him from side to side with ease as the jocks around him took swings at the ravenettes head. Aaron nearly gasped, watching as Danny nearly took a punch, but redirected himself just in time. Aaron felt air whoosh by his cheek as one of the jocks fists glided past his already bruising cheek. It was almost unbearable, and Aaron felt his shoulders and hands shake.

He'd never been in a fight; never thrown a punch, but Danny certainly seemed to know what to do. Sure, Aaron had been beaten more times than he could count, but he never remembered anyone ever standing up for him. Now, here he was, Danny freaking Fenton's arm tugging at his waist as he blocked every punch hit attackers threw at him.

Aaron felt as Danny's arm left his middle, and the sudden feeling of cold insecurity settled itself all over the redhead. Without really thinking, he turned, grabbing Danny around his waist and burying his face into the raven haired boys chest, and by god, did Danny smell sweet. Aaron felt his head mix with feelings he'd never experienced before, with his hands gripping the taller boys jacket and his cheek on the hard surface of Danny's chest... Aaron had to stop his thoughts before they ran off.

Suddenly, he felt Danny tense, and Aaron felt his arms swing. He heard crashes, and shut his eyes tighter. Peeking out and to the side, Aaron saw the blonde and brunette from before splayed out across the frosted concrete, Dashiel Baxter out cold along side them, and all Aaron could really do was stare at his savior, whose warmth was radiating onto the redheads own skin.

Aaron sniffed, his tears slowing frosting his cheeks. Danny stared down at him, something stirring in his icy blue eyes that made Aaron gulp and blush, averting his eyes before he dug too far into the mysterious boy so very, very close to him.

"Come on," Danny whispered, his lips already close to Aaron's ear, and the redhead didn't fight when Danny led him away from the scene.

Ps, I do plan on maybe editing it a bit before uploading chapter 2.. so, patience please? And maybe a review to keep the motivation up? :3

~Ice