I know that you guys are waiting for me to update my fanfics, but my baby boy has been sucking on my muse and I haven't been able to get much out. This is something that I played out and decided to write down before I forgot it. I'll try to get enough inspiration for my fanfics soon. ~ Zone Inspired by Backstreet Boys' "Incomplete".
Don't own Danny Phantom, I just wrote this story.
Incomplete
"Is that the best you got?!" A male voice taunted above the city of Amity Park. "I think you're getting slow in your old age, Valerie!"
"I'm only in my twenties, Phantom!" The woman retorted, firing her gun at the black and white ghost ahead of her.
"Oh, my bad. It must be that heavy human body of yours, then." Dan Phantom smirked as he swerved to dodge her blast, firing back one of his own.
Their battles were almost a daily occurrence by now, and they flew over the entire city during them. The general populace had fled underground, leaving the city empty for them to battle in.
Valerie fired a blast at Phantom, but this time he didn't dodge. He just turned and formed a shield that ricocheted the blast back at her before he flew in a completely different direction.
"What in the…?" Valerie looked at where she would've hit if he'd dodged and saw the Amity Park cemetery. She vaguely recalled how in all their other battles, he had avoided the cemetery being hit as well.
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After the battle, with Dan Phantom heading back to lick his wounds, Valerie headed back to her own home and halted when she passed the cemetery. "Okay…" She murmured. "Why would a ghost like him care about a grave-site?" She turned and flew into the cemetery, getting off her jet-ski at the gates and walking in, her boots making soft thumping noises against the cobblestone path.
She walked through, scanning the area with her eyes, and paused when she saw an envelope resting against a well-tended grave. All the graves around it were unkempt, but this one looked like it had been scrubbed clean of any dirt. Curious, she walked into the grass and approached it, kneeling to look at the envelope.
"No name." She murmured, picking it up and looking it over. Curiosity getting to her, she set down her gun and opened the envelope, pulling out a folded letter inside.
It's been eight years, Fenton…
She paused and glanced up at the name on the headstone. Danny Fenton stared back at her in carved letters, and she swallowed back the tears as she recalled the day Mr. Masters had brought young Danny Fenton's body back to Amity Park so he could be buried with his family. He looked so peaceful, already cleaned up and preserved for the funeral…
She shook her head and looked back at the letter, silently mouthing the words as she read.
I've been really putting this off…this letter. Even if it's stupid, even if you won't – can't – ever read it…I think that some things need to be said.
First of all, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I can't ever write how sorry I feel, how lonely I feel, since you…since I ki—
It was a stupid mistake, done by a stupid kid. I was just so…so angry. I'm sorry. I wish I could take it all back.
You were the only one who ever understood me, who never aimed a gun at me, who accepted all my faults and embraced me despite them. You were the only one who looked at me as more than just "the ghost boy". You knew me best, foremost, and I thought I knew you the same. You are – were – my other half. And nothing – no one – can replace you as that.
Valerie noticed the letter was growing stained with something wet at this point, and the handwriting was shaky. Should she dare to read on, find out who this mystery writer was – though she had a feeling she already knew.
You always stood by me, and I should have done the same for you. I remember when we first split, we were still inseparable. Did you notice, Fenton, that when you slept I would come by your window in the middle of what I was doing just to make sure you were okay? No, I doubt you did. You were never that observant.
We never split again after that day. Not until he convinced you—no.
I can point fingers all I want, but the fact was that you were in pain – we both were – and you just wanted to escape it all. It was because of my powers that you were able to…
It's not important. You know, so why would I even bother writing it. For some sense of closure? Yeah, right.
The paper ran out of space, so Valerie flipped it over to look at the one stapled to it.
You always, always stood by me. You spoke up in my defense, you sabotaged your parents' efforts to kill me, and you actually loved me in ways that no one else ever has – or will – love me again. Maybe that was why I was so shocked when you let him…when you left me.
I didn't see it then, but I do now. I could've stayed by your side; I didn't have to be one with you to be there for you. You could've had your life, and I could've been there anyway, beside you.
I was just so angry…
A stupid mistake by a stupid kid.
I tried to replace you, but now I know I never can. It's not the same, this…this merging. It's just not the same. I still feel so alone, so empty, so…so cold.
I miss your heart beating beside my core.
I miss the feel of your breath slipping through my lips.
I miss the touch of skin, warm skin that blood – not ectoplasm – ran through the veins of.
The world treated you badly, and when things mattered most I did the worst damage to you.
That's why I can't…I can't even go near your grave without my anger fizzing out. You were always my common sense, and now I've lost you. I don't know who I am, or where I'm going anymore.
I miss you. I miss you, and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry that I lost you, that I hurt you, and I wish I could take it all back.
If it would bring you back, I will fade out.
I've travelled the world, but I can't find anything that could bring a human back.
Because that's what you were. A human. My human. My other half.
I've tried to go on like I never knew you, but it's impossible. I can't replace you, even Valerie's fire isn't the same.
I'm awake, but my world is half-asleep – it's still frozen in the memory of that day.
I pray – I know, me praying – for the feel of your unbroken, beating heart.
'Cause, let's face it…without you, I'm just…
Incomplete.
Look at me, writing a letter like you're actually gonna read it. I must be going crazy. I've just…completely lost my half of our mind.
Valerie stared silently at the sketched insignia at the bottom of the letter before she folded it and put the envelope back down.
"I wish you were here, so I could ask you about this." She murmured, looking at the name on the gravestone. "Look at me, now I'm the crazy one. Talking to a grave." She got up and started to walk back to the path.
"…Not crazy…" A soft voice whispered faintly, almost missed if not for the silence. She turned to the grave, but saw nothing.
"…Yeah. Time to head back home and go to sleep, Val." She shook her head, walking out of the cemetery and getting on her jet-ski. "Hearing dead kids in the wind is NOT a sign of good health."
She flew into the air and took one last look at the grave before speeding off towards home.
Just a bit of guilt and sorrow in one of his "moments of weakness". Valerie really shouldn't be reading other people's mail, though. Don't do that, kids.
Did Valerie really hear Danny's ghost? Or did she just think that she did, and there's really nothing there? What do you think? ~ Zone