A/N: First off, sorry I haven't updated lately. I had (still have, though I'm not well enough at present to be taking them) exams, then when I first tried to upload this, my computer started spazzing out, and then I got hit pretty badly with the stomach flu. I plan on doing a lot of writing today, though whether or not it will be fanfiction remains to be seen. Also, my apologies that it's short. It was one of those fragments that gets stuck in your head and won't leave, the first paragraph. There's really not much to it, but I like the thought. Hope you enjoy it too.
Oh, and one last quick apology. I haven't ever had a whole lot to do with superman, so forigive me if the parallels don't make sense, if you will.
Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is not mine. Neither is Superman. Not a whole lot I can claim as my own in something this short, save the idea.
If Danny Fenton is Superman, then Paulina is Lois Lane. The vivacious raven-haired girl that's in love with the superhero, not with the 'ordinary' boy quietly crushing after her. The thickheaded damsel in distress that simply couldn't make the connection. Couldn't see the forest for the trees.
But Danny isn't superman. His "alter-ego" isn't some mild-mannered fabrication. He has something that Superman didn't. Couldn't. Friends, family, a back story, a life; things that Superman could only have surrogates of. But, more importantly, he has back-up.
Danny's different. Sure, he's just as much of a hero as his counterpart, and neither really human at that, but that's where the line is drawn. One of many, boxing him in and out and all around. He's still young-too young, some would argue-and despite the artificial years he carries on his back, he can't yet see the difference between his Lois Lane and his meant-to-be. Somewhere deep down, perhaps he does, for we can see he has yet to give his ghost half over to her attentions. You could say that it's the now-deep-engrained instinct to protect his secret, or even that he's jealous of his ghost half. Perhaps, in your mind, it's just common sense or fear of my reaction. Watching him as I do, though, I think I can say with a certain amount of confidence that he's tired of duality. The second Kitty figured out his secret, he let himself fall. While his double life has it's advantages, it wears him down.
When it really gets down to it, underneath all the hormones and teenaged boy stupidity, he's not the kind of person to give only part of himself. When he falls, he falls head over heels. He doesn't want to have to lie and pretend with something as big as this. Due to aforementioned instinct to keep his secret as-is, that's not possible.
Well, unless we're counting me into the pool of possibilities. But, alas, he'd never think of me like that. I'm the sidekick, and heroes never go for the sidekick. They fall for the forbidden fruit; the damsel in distress.