Danny Phantom Drabble
Roughly based off of "I Hate You" by Sick Puppies
A/N: So, listen to the song "I Hate You" by Sick Puppies. Ignore the romance aspect of it, just the hate parts. Basically, I think this is how I think Dan would feel about Danielle. Just a little one shot.
Overview POV:
They were fighting again, like always. Saying things they thought they meant, but didn't. But it had never gone so far before.
"I regret the day that Vlad created you," Dan muttered
"I hate you!" Danielle screamed at her so-called "father."
Dan rolled his eyes, "You may think you hate me, but I'll always hate you more," he said casually, as though he didn't care about her at all.
She whipped around, stormed past him, and out their front door. She slammed the door shut behind her. There was no doubt in his mind that she was flying off angrily through the Ghost Zone, probably to some vacant area to shoot at rocks to blow off steam.
He crossed his arms over his chest and growled under his breath, his eyes flashing bright red. He usually maintained his human disguise around her, because he knew that his ghost form still slightly frightened her. He didn't know why he even cared. He didn't ask for the job of being the little brat's father. It was part of Clockwork's "conditions." He didn't have much of a choice in anything. He figured that not frightening her would probably make the job easier.
He sat down on the couch, the slam of the door still echoing in his mind. His fists were clenched tightly, his nails digging into the palms of his hands. He was angry with her, obviously. They never got along very well and she never called him anything other than Dan. They were always fighting, always screaming that they hated hated each other. Danielle had run away before. She usually came back within an hour. Usually they both uttered a little half-ass apology and went to bed.
When he looked at the clock, he realized she had been gone for over two hours. He shot out of the chair and transformed to his ghost form; he never went into the Ghost Zone looking like a human. He flew out of the lair and went to find her, figuring he'd be where she usually went. There was a vacant area in the south side of the zone, that's the place she normally went when she was angry.
He didn't find her there and instantly became worried. She'd never been gone that long before and had never not been there when he came to find her.
Thinking quickly, he went to the only other place that he thought she might be; Kitty and Johnny's lair. He flew as quickly as he could to their lair and knocked on the door.
Kitty opened it just a moment later, "Oh, Dan. We were just about to call you," she said, stepping aside to let him in.
He walked in and immediately saw Danielle on the sofa next to Johnny. She stood up when he walked in, "I'm sorry," she said quietly.
"I know. Let's go home," he replied. He turned to Kitty and Johnny. "Thanks."
"No problem," Johnny said, shaking his hand.
Dan and Danielle went back to their lair. When they got there, Danielle went to her room, shutting the door. Dan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, before going to knock on her door.
"What?" she asked, obviously not wanting to talk.
"Can I come in?"
"I guess."
He pushed open the door and walked in, sitting down in her desk chair. "We need to talk."
"Okay...?" Danielle said slowly.
"I didn't mean what I said," he told her quickly.
"What are you talking about?" she asked, cocking her head to the side.
"About regretting the day Vlad created you. I didn't mean it."
"I know that," she said. "You always say things you don't mean."
He sighed, any other day, that would have been enough. Any other day, he would have gotten up and walked out of her room, leaving her alone for the rest of the night. But not tonight. "I know I do, and I need to stop."
"Where is this coming from?" she asked.
"I was worried about you. You usually don't stay gone that long and I was... I was scared," he admitted. "I didn't know where you were." He was getting choked up on his words.
"What are you trying to say?"
"Dammit, Danielle!" he snapped. "I'm trying to say that I love you!"
She took a step back and stared at him, "What?"
"Are you going to make me repeat it?"
"You love me?"
"Of course I love you, Danielle!"
He was shocked when she threw her arms around his neck, "I love you, too."
He had never once hugged her in the year and a half he'd had her as his daughter. He patted her once on the back, then wrapped both arms around her and crushed her to him, hugging her tightly.
"I'm glad you told me," Danielle said, as she pulled away. "I thought you hated me."
"I never hated you," he said, his hand resting on her shoulder. "I've always loved you. I just hate the way I need you when I don't know where you are."
"What does that even mean?" she asked.
He groaned, "I need you, Danielle. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you. You're important to me."
"You've never told me that before."
"I know, and I'm sorry. But now you know. I won't say those things I don't mean anymore."
"Okay," she said.
He stood up and cleared his throat gruffly. "You should probably get some sleep," he said. He bent down quickly and kissed her forehead before walking out of her room.