die Trunkenheit am Steuer

By Sparky the Wonder Weasel


It takes 8,460 bolts to assemble an automobile, and one nut to scatter it all ove the road.-Author Unknown


Dave Johnson took another swig of his beer, trying to ease his misery.

It had been two years since his family was killed in a car accident, the driver if the other vehicle fell asleep at the wheel, crossed the yellow line, and hit them head on.

Now Dave was alone, he was trying to fill the void in heart with as much alcohol as he could.

After he polished off his tenth beer, he laid down a twenty, signaling to the bartender that he would like another.

"Sorry buddy, I think you've had enough." The bartender stated as he threw away Dave's empty beer bottle.

Dave only grunted in response as he got up and headed for the door. He stumbled across the parking lot to where his truck was idling. It took all his concentration to lift himself into the cab.

He blinked a few times trying to decide if he should drive or not. You're ok; you only had a few beers.

After one more reassuring thought he put the semi into first gear and slowly drove out of the parking lot onto the deserted highway.


Danny yawned as he sank back down into his seat. Jack chuckled at his son. "Danny maybe you should climb in back and take a nap." Jack said as he fiddled with the radios volume in the RV.

"Nay, I'm good. We should be home soon anyway, right?" Danny reached for his pop which was perched on the dash in front of him. Off all things, his dad had forgotten to put cup holders in.

"Yep, we are about twenty miles away now." Jack knew how far they were; they just passed that roadside gas station that Jack thought was haunted. He wanted to stop and check for paranormal activity, but decided not to ruin his and Danny's annual father/son fishing trip with his little obsession.

It was always the first weekend in March that Danny and Jack went on their fishing trip, while Maddie and Jazz bonded at home. This year was one of the best, no snapped or tangled lines, no one fell off the boat, Jack didn't mention ghosts once (except when he slept), and both Fenton's caught plenty of fish.

"Hey dad?" Danny glanced over at his father.

"Yes Danny?"

"I had fun this weekend. We should do it more often." Jack smiled.

"Yes we should Danny, yes we should." Jack focused back on the road.


Dave's vision was becoming fuzzy. He rubbed his eyes, trying to break up his blurred vision.

He let out a yawn, unaware that he was starting to swerve. He closed his eyes for a second, when he opened them his face took on an expression of horror.

There was a stop sign, he slammed on his breaks, but it was too late.

Jack turned down the radio as he saw his son's head bob up and down, trying to fight away sleep for a few more seconds. That's when Jack saw it. The semi that was heading straight for them.

Tires squealed, smoke flew and crunching metal was heard and the semi hit the RV.


Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

"Hello?" Maddie Fenton said groggily as she slowly came out of a deep sleep.

"Mrs. Fenton?" A male voice asked.

"Yes?"

"This is Sheriff Thompson. I'm afraid I have some bad news…"


A tears escaped Maddie's eyes as she clutched the picture she held in her hands.

She moved her fingers across the glass, soaking up the memory that the picture shared.

"Here you go mom." Jazz handed her mom a cup of coffee. She had awoken by Maddie minutes after talking with Sheriff Thompson and made it to the hospital at lightening speed.

A soft groan was heard from the motionless figure that occupied the hospital bed.

Maddie squeezed his hand. "It's going to be alright honey, we're here." Tears formed in her eyes again.

The figure opened his eyes and glanced around the room. Beeping monitors and flashing lights greeted him. He looked at Maddie, then at Jazz. Finally if dawned on him, someone was missing.

"Maddie…Where's Danny?"


Drinking and driving: there are stupider things, but it is a very short list. -Author Uknown


Hello World! I have crawled out of that corner I was hiding in long enough to write this. Sorry if there is any errors, I didn't proof read it. In case you're wondering what the title means, it's German for 'Driving Under the Influence of alcohol'.

I may turn this into a two-shot if you want me too.

I apologize for not updating 'Daddy Dearest', life has sucked lately. And in case you missed it, I am re-writing it. It is now a sequel to 'A Mother's Intuition'.

Oh yah…Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom…Butch won't sell him to me!

Thanks for your patients and reviews!

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