A/N: I wasn't going to post this here, I was going to keep it on my blog, but it got a really good response and despite it only being a one-shot, I decided I would at least post one more chapter for it. So, here you go.
Every kid knew how embarrassing it was to accidentally call a teacher "mom" or "dad". It was like a given, at some point, you have or almost have, made that horrifying mistake. Usually in elementary or middle school, which let me tell you, is a whole hell of a lot better than in highschool. However, you don't know how truly mortifying it is when it's done outside of an innocent environment, where the teacher simply shrugs it off. It's especially worse if the words are what the other actually wanted to hear, but… context is everything.
Danny groaned as he sat up on his bed. It was Saturday and his mother had woken him up, at an ungodly hour for a weekend, asking him for a favor. His mother always asked him to do things, from typical chores or weapon cleaning, to repairs that he basically had to guess at. Danny wasn't sure when he became the man of the house, but it seemed like everyone just automatically assumed Danny would end up doing the job even if his father was asked. Jack did have that bad habit of dumping things on Danny after all.
There was some sort of chemical spill in the lab, but his mom was late for something - god only knew what - and asked him very kindly if he could handle it. Danny had trouble with the words no when it came to his mother; they'd always been close. However, he had a bad feeling it was toxic to ghosts, and the last thing he wanted to do was get anywhere near it and happen to find out.
She did, however, mention that his father would be home shortly. It was a long shot, but maybe, just maybe, he could get his father to do it? Blame it on being really busy with homework or a project; his parents were always enthusiastic about school related things. Danny smiled to himself. Yeah, that's what he'd do. Over the years he had picked up on some of Jazz's techniques, especially when it came to handling their parents. She had this thing where she'd put on a very sweet and innocent demeanor while gently asking them a question, often times using the terms 'mommy' and 'daddy' for the childish affect. Their mother usually didn't take the bait, but their dad sure did. It was worth a shot, I mean, he really did not want to see what sort of damage those chemicals could do… not after - he shook his head. Never mind.
He stood up and made his way over to his bedroom door just in time to hear the front door open. Perfect timing! He quickly made his way down the stairs, and towards the kitchen, to where he heard movement.
"Heeeyy" He he called out with slight inflection as he neared the kitchen. "Daddy? Do you think you can do me a favor?" He questioned lovingly as he rounded the corner. Believe me, this would have been totally innocent and familiar… in the context that he had he been speaking to his actualfather, but alas, he met the gaze of a very confused Vlad Masters. Context is everything. He was pretty sure his request came off a lot more flirtatious when, you know, it's been directed to a multi-billionaire family friend who is, in fact, old enough to be your dad and you already have a questionable relationship with. Take it how you wish, but you can't deny the fact that the situation has done a complete 180°.
Danny nearly jumped out of his skin upon seeing someone who was not his father, and for a moment did not even realize who he was looking at.
"Daniel…?" Vlad questioned hesitantly.
Danny snapped back in to it long enough to look at Vlad who was giving him a peculiar stare. He did not have time to make a comment before…
"I am not sure what you're in to, but when I said I wanted to be your father, this is not what I had in mind."
Danny felt his face heat up as a bright blush quickly surfaced. "My gh-ghost sense didn't- I didn't mean you were- I t-thought-" Danny quickly began sputtering words in a flustered state.
Vlad slowly stood up. "Oh? Is that so? You came waltzing in here pretty confidently." He teased.
Danny calmed down long enough to glare at the man. "What? Willing to be my sugar daddy? I don't know what you're in to either, but I didn't take you for that type. You must be really desperate for the Daddy title to resort to other meanings." Danny mocked sarcastically, though his confidence was betrayed by the nervous shake in his voice and the blush that still was very apparent on his face.
Vlad shrugged as he came closer. "Whatever works, you're a difficult boy."
Danny backed away slowly, only to have his back meet a kitchen wall. "Why are you even here?" He spat.
Vlad rolled his eyes. "Your family really does have a communication issue. Your parents invited me, of course."
Danny scowled. "Yes, of course. How convenient. Leave me alone."
Vlad ignored him. "Really, what was that favor you needed, my dear child?" Vlad questioned playfully.
Neither of them had heard the front door open, nor noticed the presence of someone else lingering at the edge of the kitchen.
"Nothing Daddy." He replied sarcastically as he attempted to push Vlad away. That's when he caught sight of the other presence watching them at the edge of the kitchen and froze.
Vlad noticed Danny tense up and glanced behind him.
There stood Jack.
Oh fuck.
Like mentioned before, context is everything.
"Danny? Vladdie…?" Jack began to question hesitantly.
Neither Vlad or Danny could read the expression across his face, but it appeared to be a mixture of anger, confusion and mortification.
Danny quickly shoved Vlad away, ran out of the kitchen, and straight to the lab. The chemicals still needed cleaned up, and he now hoped they were, in fact, toxic. Ideally lethally so, for he was not looking forward to the talk they were surely going to have later tonight.