Mysterie
/ I'm typing this on my phone, so I'm sorry if it takes some time! I hope you like it, anyway. Wheee! :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, or anything asociated with it! Sue me at your own peril, because if you do not have legitimate grounds I will park your car in the spot that says if its owners aren't there to dine at Chili's, the car will be crushed and melted! Muahaha! (Yes, that sign does exist!)
Danny floated leisurely above Amity Park, relaxing with his hands behind his head and watching the stars. For a second, he closed his eyes- and immediately reopened them to stare in shock at his now rudely occupied stomach. In his moment of inattention, a bruised, bleeding girl that looked about his age had fallen onto his stomach. She had brown hair, jeans, a blue tank top, and - he did a double- take- wings. Big, purple, feathery, see-through wings. She lay immobile on his stomach for a few moments. Then her mouth moved.
"Whatever I'm lying on top of is soft, cold, probably frozen in shock, and 396 feet in the air. This isn't good." And with that, she fainted dead away.
Danny floated, frozen, for a minute or so more before deciding that the strange girl needed help, and fast. He flew her to his room and opened the first aid kit he always kept there, though usually it was for his injuries. Still, by watching and caring for his, and occasionally Sam's and Tucker's injuries, he knew what to do. Within minutes her injuries were bound, and he was happy that none of then were too serious. Soon, she began to stir. When he moved towars her, however, amethyst eyes shot open and her body flew into the air, but she crumpled to the ground in matter of moments. She cursed, then eyed him warily.
"Who are you? Why am I here? What do you want with me?" By now, she was practically growling at him. Staying where he was so as not to spook her, he answered carefully.
"My name is Danny Phantom, resident ghostly protector of Amity Park. You are here, in my room, because you fell out of the sky and bled all over my stomach. And... how the heck did you get purple wings?" During his answer, her gaze had gradually softened, and she chuckled at his question.
"I am sorry I have caused you so much trouble. I got the wings from a wish. Is that how you got your ghost powers?" When his eyes widened in surprise she chuckled again. "It is not so hard to feel the essence of life in you, even if it is covered by your phantom form." As he continued to stare, she added "and not many ghosts use their rooms everyday, and have families that like to snore." Indeed, Jack's snoring was shaking the house. Then her eyes saddened. "As much of a pleasure as it has been talking with you, ghost-teen, I must leave." Again, she tried to get up, but fell down. This time, however, he caught her before she could hit the ground. "Shit. Do ya have a car you can spare for a couple days?"
He looked at her sternly. "You aren't in any condition to drive anywhere, let alone move! And if you are as old as you look, its not legal for you to drive. I am NOT going to let you just go and get killed! You aren't moving from my bed if I have to freeze you to it!"
She was looking at him disbelievingly, though she managed a weak smile at his final comment. Finally, she looked resigned.
"You aren't going to give up unless I give in, are you?"
He smiled triumphantly. "You hit the nail on the head."
"Mother hen," she grumbled as she lay back onto his soft sheets.
"Am not!" He exclaimed grumpily.
"Yeah you are. Worrying about strangers without thinking about youself. Example A: Making a fuss over the random winged girl that fell out of the sky ONTO YOU without putting an icepack on the bruise on your stomach" (when she mentioned it, he realized suddenly that is hurt) "and I'll bet you haven't slept in days."
Danny was suddenly very interested in his shoe. Seeing his discomfort, the girl laughed and scooted to one side one his bed. "Come on in. I don't mind if I sleep next to a guy for the night. And you can go back to your human form; I don't think your parents will be pleased to see a ghost in their son's bed. And yes, I won't give up till you give in."
Danny stared back stubbornly for a few moments, but it was obvious that he was not the winner of their verbal battle. With a sigh, he turned off the lights, then reverted back to Danny Fenton and got into his bed. He stiffened when he felt fingers brushing against his stomach, then stared when he realized that there was now a block of ice fastened to his stomach, secured there by thin strands of ice. It didn't feel all that cold, but his stomach felt better.
"For the bruising," her disembodied voice explained "don't worry, it'll melt by morning." He relaxed again, and within moments both were asleep.
