Holy flying fudge sickle Danny knows who I am Danny knows who I am he knows I'm the red huntress crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrappity-crap-crap he knows who I am and he's smiling why is he smiling? I'm not smiling he knows crap why is he smiling at me like that WOW that smile is pissing me off… SLAM.
"Crap." Valerie shook her stinging hand in a rather frantic motion. "ahahahaha… I guess the ghost hunting is paying off." She ran a shaking hand through her frizzy hair, taking a deep breath. Her sorta ex-boyfriend Danny Fenton lay sprawled on the ground a few feet away, where he had landed after Valerie had punched him right in the nose. For the second time in about…oh, twenty minutes. Yeeeeah…She really hoped that there was no permanent brain damage in that boy's head. He needed all the brain he could get; even she knew that Danny Fenton was a C student, through and through.
Then again, He had survived fourteen years with his crazy parents…Hopefully a soft little tap like that wouldn't do too much damage, Heck, for all she knew he'd built up a tolerance for being knocked in the head like that. After all, there were quite a few explosions at the Fenton family household. Household…hmmm…speaking of houses, Where was she? Valerie flipped open the pad on the tracking system installed in the arm of her suit.
Her eyebrows rose. The GPS said that she was more than 40 miles out of town, and (obviously) in the middle of the forest. A forest with no marked paths. Okay. So Danny was obviously lying his little heart out. Hmm.
'Oh-kay that's it.' She pulled out the glowing purple handcuffs that had been attached to her belt. Yep. Ghost power inhibiting handcuffs. Danny was either out here snorting crack where no one could see him, coping a feel with that little goth chick, or… This wasn't really Danny. She was more inclined to believe the last one, but hey. Who knew, Maybe Danny was a druggie…or maybe this Danny's body and he was being overshadowed or something.
Valerie stepped over his unconscious form and grabbed one of his arms. She dragged his body over to a tree at the edge of the clearing and propped him up against it, his head lolling to the side. Stepping to the side, she grabbed his wrists and cuffed them together so his arms were bound to the tree behind him.
Valerie stared at him for a moment. He looked kind of adorable, sleeping like that. His midnight fringe brushed over his forehead and made him look as though- 'No. noooooooo. Bad Valerie. Don't think things like that. He might not even be Danny.' For heavens sake, he was probably not even human. Heck, his face was already healed despite the fact that she had punched him hard enough to send him flying. Nope. Definitely not human. She nodded once, determined to keep her emotions in check this time. If he wasn't human, a hit like that really shouldn't have knocked him out for so long, in fact, he really ought to be waking up by now…
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Danny groaned. He felt like he'd been hit by a bus. Or his ex-girlfriend's fist. Yeah, that sounded about right, he had a distinct memory of a red-leather covered fist hurtling towards his face out of nowhere in the middle of his lie- I…I mean explanation. Yep. Ugh. He really did NOT feel well. He tried to sit up further and push his hair out of his face, but found he couldn't. Hmm. He appeared to be tied to a tree. Now, how had that happened…ah. The culprit shows herself. The lovely Valerie Gray, his ex-girlfriend, looking Very nice in her formfitting red armored-leather suit. Her furious brown eyes locked on his and he felt a flutter in his stomach. She really was pretty, especially when he could see her face, and when she was wasn't trying to kill him…not that the rest of her wasn't something to look at too. That suit of hers was reeeally tight…
'no. no no no no no. Stop right there Fenton. She wants to KILL you. Or, at least, half of you. Look at her face, you moron. Her FACE.' Gah. Stupid teen-age boy hormones. He was tied to a tree for heavens sake. A freaking tree! And his ex-girlfriend had put him there.
'Hmm. Kinky.' A smirk snuck its way onto his face before he could squash it and Valerie glared at him.
'Okay Fenton, stop thinking like that if you want to stay alive. Think about something else. ANYTHING else. Gah!' He was going to turn into Vlad if he kept pining after hot girls who hated him. Wait a sec. Vlad was after his mom. He just called his mom hot. 'Ewwww. Bad image!' wow. That worked. Bye-bye teen-age boy hormones, That thought must have killed them all off.Danny shook his head…he needed to focus on staying alive. After all, Valerie was standing a few feet away with a blaster trained on his face. Yay.
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What. The. Hell. Was. THAT. 'Not possible, I didn't just see that, nope I'm just crazy. Yeah, that's it, I'm crazy!' Valerie's hand shook as she clenched the blaster in her hand tighter, trying not to show her shock. Danny Fenton had just smiled. It's not like the smile itself was particularly special or anything. No, it was where Valerie had seen said smile before. Danny Fenton had just smiled the self-confident smirk she had seen so often on Danny Phantoms face.
She breathed out slowly, trying to calm herself. Why was she so surprised? She'd already decided that this was not her Danny. He had just proven it. So. Now, to figure out if this was Danny's body or if it was just some kind of ghostly trick.
Valerie stepped closer to Danny, footsteps careful and precise, blaster stretched out in front of her.
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Danny eyed the blaster in Valerie hand as she crept closer to him.
"Uh, Val? What are you doing?" … No answer. Great. She stopped a few inches away from his shoulder and glared at him. Uh huh. Right. That's what NORMAL people do all the time. She extended the hand clutching her blaster until it…poked him in the side of the face. Twice. O-kaaaaay…
"Val? Why are you poking me with a gun?" Her eyes narrowed and she did it again. Danny was really weirded out. By then she was just repeatedly poking him with the blaster and he was getting kind of pissed.
"What the hell are you doing?" she stopped poking him and stepped back.
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'Hmm. He seems solid enough, and he did blink every time I poked him.' That was a normal human reflex…When a human was being overshadowed did they still have those? Valerie wasn't sure. Valerie contemplated the frustrated expression on his face. That was pretty human, wasn't it? He looked just like he normally did. His eyebrows were drawn together and he…well, he actually kind of looked like an angry puppy.
Valerie felt the strange urge to giggle. Her adorable puppy tied to a tree. Hehe. Ooh, wait, he was talking to her.
"I mean for heavens sake, Val! I wake up and not only has my ex-girlfriend punched my lights out, but she's also tied me to a freaking tree! Personal boundaries much anyone?"
His head was jerking furiously as he ranted. Idly, Valerie noted the way his ice blue eyes glinted furiously at her. She'd never seen eyes that color before. Her stomach did a little flip, and she was reminded of how happy she'd felt when they had been going out. Wait a sec. She was his ex-girlfriend, and she'd tied him to a tree. Damn. That was kinda kinky, wasn't it. She bit her lip, thinking about how exactly she was going to explain this. 'Wait. Valerie. Remember, this ISN'T Danny. It's not him. THIS Danny is NOT cute. Not one bit. You don't have to explain anything, you don't have to worry about his feelings or what he's thinking because this ISN"T HIM.' Dang. She was really having a hard time wrapping her head around it. But hey. It had to be true, there was no way this was Danny. It just wasn't possible. Not possible for her Danny to be grinning Danny Phantom's grin. Not possible for him to heal that fast. Not possible for her Danny to even be here.
Wait a sec. She'd just called him 'her' Danny. Damn.
