Divine Providence: A Danny Phantom Elseworld
by Futuramakid
DISCLAIMER: I don't own Danny Phantom, and I also don't own the inspiration of this Elseworld, which will be apparent to the reader of both... I do claim this Elseworld version of Danny and co. my own, though.
Pain. It burns. All over.
The sheets feel like salt on a cut.
I throw them off, and manage to my feet, leaning on the wall trying to get some relief. My hand feels... like it's been burned. I look, it's red, some of the skin's gone...
but it's coming back... How is that possible?
And... how did I get this way? Who am I? God... if you can hear me... help...
I lean on the wall... My head's pounding... and then, a voice.
...Sam.
...Is that it? Is that who I am? I'm still feeling zoned out after the fall...
Now... how did I get this way? Who am I?
...Danny.
...Is that it?
...This is... no. You're not... I mean, yeah, Danny, but I saw you... You...
I'm right here. I pushed you out of the discharge and... I guess it knocked me out, and I'm here. Now, let me get my bearings... I manage to stand back. I look in the mirror... No. This is wrong.
No, it isn't, this is normal.
...Sam, look at me how can you-
…Danny... I... I don't think you've got a "you" to look at anymore.
Sam, am I...
No. Obviously not. Okay, Sam, think rationally, pull yourself together... I take a look... The room is... familiar...
The room is mine.
"Sam? You okay?"
I turn around.
"Tucker, what happened?"
"...You... don't remember? The portal went on and... well..."
...The memories flood me. The portal. That portal...
"C'mon, Danny, a Ghost Zone? Aren't you curious? You gotta check it out."
"You know what? You're right. Who knows what kind of awesome supercool things exist on the other side of that portal..."
I zip up the hazmat suit... And I press the button...
Nothing. Sam takes a step in.
"This thing not working?"
"Apparently not..."
I lean on the side... and I hear it starting to hum, softly. This is not good, the portal is powering up and she doesn't have protection...
"Sam! Get out!"
I dive to push her out... and then... nothing. A white... and then I woke up.
A hands waving in front of my face.
"...Sam? You okay?"
I shake my head.
"Yeah, Tucker, I.. I just need some air."
Tucker... He needs to kn-
No. Danny, he'd just think we- I- had gone crazy. This whole thing stays inside, at least until we sort out what exactly this thing is...
I walk past Tucker... He's... concerned but right now I just need time. I leave the Fentons'.
So, Sam... Where are we heading?
...I... I don't know, just... around. I need fresh air.
Hm. Yeah, I could use some too...
So, I walk. The distance... doesn't matter. I need to clear my... our... head. But... then the pain...
My shoulderblades... It's... like burning...
"Aaaah..."
I manage to duck in an alley to not be seen... I feel things... changing. It's like my back's... being ripped open. But... it doesn't hurt. My body is... shifting. Moving in ways it never was intended to... and then like that, it's done...But... there's extra light in the alley. Where is it coming from? I turn to look and jump from myself.
"...Wings... They're... flaming wings..."
What... What's happening...?
But I... I know. I let loose and fly. And at the first skyscraper window, I see. I have a me to look at again... But... it's not quite the me I remember. I... I look older. My hair is... long. Tied-back in a ponytail. My hazmat suit... now looks like something from a comic book. Purple and gold... with a white half-cape.
...It suits you.
...I guess it does.
The purple isn't half-bad either, if I say so myself.
And then I realize something hanging on my waist... I grab it... it's a sword in a sheath... and like my new wings, it's on fire.
...You look like an angel...
...I blush. Jeez this is odd. I'm blushing at a voice in my head... Jazz would have a field day.
...Wait, an angel... that... that would explain things.
What, you think the portal made me into an angel and shoved me into you? That's crazy, Sam, I mean-
...Danny. Look.
My eyes dart where she's looking... and... holy cow. There's a man falling off of a scaffold. He's already under my... I drop. The wind's in our face it's... exhilirating. But it's not important now, I have to save that guy... I manage. Fast enough to barely be seen, I decelerate his fall, letting him down on the ground... And then, after a few seconds running, I stop.
"...Okay... I need to get a handle on this..."
"...You okay?" comes a voice.
It's a child. A little kid with a baseball bat.
"...what?"
"I said, are you okay? You look kinda lost, like you'd need help."
"...Well, I kind of have no idea what I am, but-"
"Go to the library and look up Earth-born angel."
The kid began walking away.
"...what?"
"...Hey, you asked for my help," he replied, "twice."
We watched him into the distance. One question was on our minds.
Who was that kid?