A/N: Heeeyyy... back here in the N2N world. I've been thinking up this for a long time...now it's in words. I'm making 6 one shots about each character seeing Gabe, weather a picture, a spirit, or death. Even Gabe his self. This first one's about Dan.

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There was his son… Dan saw him. Baby Gabe. Cold.

The light was faded from the boy's blue eyes. His once shiny infant hair was faded.

Everyone had gathered for the funeral. Diana was crying. Then again, how could she not? Their son, the reason they had gotten married the way they did had just…

He couldn't say it. He wouldn't say it. He just could come into terms with the word…. The word….. No, not today. Let it hurt then it'll heal it had to.

They could always try again. They could have a girl. They could name her…. Well Natalie always seemed like a good girl's name. Who needed boys? (at this point, if Dan had said these words out loud, they would have come out fast and very panicked. The sort of way someone going into the stereotypical "crazy" would be) Girl were better. Boys caused trouble, right?

Dan looked back at Diana. What if… what if things never healed? What if they were always sad or scared or down right crazy? It couldn't be. Things have to be perfect. They just have to.

Diana's parents came to comfort her. Oh God, he practically prayed, how will she cope?

Dan never once thought that his child would ever die before him. That wasn't supposed to happen to him. It happened to other people's children, not his. That was supposed to happen to your cousin's friend's friend. Not to your cousin, and certainly not to you.

A few tears escaped his eyes. His baby… in a coffin.

Many friends, family looked on. Dan held Diana.

Black, everything was black. Why was it black. He once heard that funerals were supposed to be a celebration of the deceased life. But how can you celebrate, if the dead barley lived? And black wasn't a good color. What about white? White, for all purity the baby had still in him, even after…. White for all the bad things the child would never do.

Boys were supposed to go through teenage years. He'll play with blocks, push little girls down. Help older girls up in the hallways in high school, and yell at his parents. Bug his younger sister, if he had one.

Perfect stories, Dan's perfect story, do not go how they just did.

And the worst part is…. They don't even know how Ga- that child died. They couldn't have been on the look out. Things happen, he guessed. But still, he just wished that he could know what went wrong.

Dan looked at his family, he looked at his wife…. Then he looked at the body in the coffin. One that certainly did not belong to anyone he knew.