The ride to the mansion was tense. Jazz had almost dived into the limo as Danny had done after seeing her parent's vehicle parked on the other side of the parking lot. They had left after Jazz had gotten settled, and the long ride did nothing to ease the fearful tension in the siblings.
Vlad stared down at the plaque he held in his hands. The whole thing was set in cheap plastic, the clock set into the plastic above the writing. He was very proud of his foster child, and was happy he never carried out his original plan: soon after he saw what Daniel's parents had tried to do, his ghostly obsession changed. He had disappeared for a week, feeling incredibly ill and weak, trying to figure out what was happening to his body.
He had eventually figured it out, after his thoughts continued to drift back to the almost sixteen year old at his mansion. His obsession had changed, he now wanted no, needed, to protect Daniel. Vlad was surprised Daniel's obsession had not changed as well, with most of the people he had been protecting gone from his life.
Vlad sighed, and watched as the houses, streets and landmarks flew by. As they drove past Fenton Works, everyone tensed even more.
Vlad smiled to himself, remembering the suspicion he had been under for the first few months from both Daniel and Jasmine. He had been surprised that Daniel had even had his cell phone number, let alone called him for the emergency.
Vlad had teleported to the Nasty Burger, and waited for Daniel. Daniel had trudged in some time later, looking cold and holding his side as if it pained him. He had a backpack slung over his shoulders and held a small overnight bag in the other.
Vlad remembered how Daniel had looked: tired, sick, weary. The boy had surprisingly not gotten sick, but instead almost slept for two days straight. Vlad had checked over Daniel when the boy was asleep, and noticed a deep incision had been made over his ribs. Vlad had applied a salve, and left the boy to rest.
All too soon, Vlad was shaken from his reverie when the driver stopped, and let them out. Vlad got out and took a moment to look at the mansion he had bought in a place he hated so his charge wouldn't have to switch schools in the middle of the year.
It was large, too large for the two of them alone. Vlad had several long-time employees brought over to Amity Park, but the house still echoed if one was too loud. The outside was properly manicured, the bricks showed no signs of decay and the shutters were open.
Stepping into the foyer, he again looked around. Long gone were the gold and green, he still liked the Green Bay Packers, and still wanted to buy them, but along with his obsession with Maddie, it had faded into almost nothing. It looked like a home anyone could live in, no longer something suited for his needs and wants only.
Vlad stopped in the doorway of his office to see Jasmine and Danny hugging. He watched them for a moment, before stepping fully into the room. The two pulled apart, and Jasmine left.
"Where should we put this?" Vlad asked, holding up the plaque.
Daniel shrugged, "I don't know."
Vlad sighed, and rested a hand on the halfa's shoulder, "It will be alright, Daniel. They will not be able to touch you when we move to Wisconsin."
Danny nodded, "I know."
Vlad smiled, "Go get packed. We can leave tonight."
Danny nodded, "If it's okay, I think I'll fly around for a few hours. Say goodbye to everything."
"That's fine with me, Little Badger. Get packed first, though."
Danny nodded, and left. He went upstairs and into his room. He glanced around at it, but was largely disappointed to realize most of his things were already packed and on their way to Wisconsin. He just had to pack what was left. Concentrating on his ghost powers, he levitated his suitcase from the almost empty closet. He packed all the things he would actually need while they moved, and while reaching into a drawer of his dresser, his hand hit a can of something.
Danny blinked, confused. He pulled out the can, and almost burst into tears. He was holding a can of Foley By Tucker Foley. His hand wrapped around the beat up spray can, and he stood there staring at it for a few minutes.
Phasing his head through the floor, he located Vlad, "My suitcase is on the bed. I'm all packed."
Vlad nodded, "I want you back here before one o'clock, Daniel."
Danny smiled weakly, "Of course."
Danny sighed, and changed into Phantom. This form had changed as well: he was taller than he had been, and he no longer looked like a wimp.
Danny picked up the can of Foley, and flew out the window. The night air blew through his hair, and despite himself, Danny felt his mood lifting. He loved flying, and it always helped him calm down. He flew over to Tucker's place, and turned invisible.
He peeked into Tucker's window to see the place empty. Danny turned his arm, and the can, intangible. He left the spray can on the window sill. After a moment's hesitation, he flew through the wall, and scribbled something on a post-it note before flying back.
Danny flew everywhere, except Fenton Works, he avoided the flashing neon sign like it was infected with something. When Danny flew back, he felt tired, but prepared for the move in the morning.
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Tucker woke up the next morning, and rolled over to face his window. He opened his eyes, squinting at the bright light. He noticed a spray can, and was confused. That hadn't been there the day before. Tucker stumbled to his feet, and walked closer to the window. He felt surprised when he saw what was there. It was a can Foley by Tucker Foley, Tucker picked it up. A post-it note fluttered to the floor, and Tucker bent over and picked it up.
In a familiar script one word was written: Goodbye. Tucker felt his heart drop, and he squeezed the can in his hand.
He looked out the window before dropping both the can and note on his desk. He stumbled back to his bed, before grabbing his cell, and calling Sam.
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Author's note: SORRY! I have been so busy, it's not even funny, but I did promise I would update something before Christmas, so here. I do not own DP, or much of anything else for that matter.
