I bet all of you hate me with all your fangirl (or fanboy) hearts. XD Well, here I am again, and with a brand spanking new chapter for Guiding Light, so YAY. I could bullshit my way through excuses, but let's skip all that pathetic junk.

I'm so, so, so sorry for leaving you wanting this long. I want to say thank you for waiting, and supporting me even if I've been a jerk for not uploading for this long. I t really does mean a lot to me, and I've come across newfound determination to get shit done. So, without further ado, GUIDING LIGHT CHAPTER THREE IS HERE! FRICK YEAH!

Danny Fenton's POV

Banging sounds filled his ears and bounced around in his skull like angry wasps.

Where was he? What happened? The last thing he remembered was….

Wasn't he just at the park a second ago?

Discomfort jarred his bones with absolutely no mercy or warning. Was he screaming? His eyes, oh god, his eyes burned like they were set on fire. White-hot and angry.

He tried to open his eyes, but was led into even more panic-hazed confusion when he found he could no longer tell the difference if they were open or not. He jerked his head back and forth in an attempt to look around. Nothing. Nothing but blackness everywhere he attempted to look.

Were they swollen shut? Did he have a blindfold on? He couldn't tell, and the agony, confusion, and terror blended into an intense, all-consuming cocktail.

Why can't I see anything?! He briefly wondered if he was dreaming – having a vivid nightmare.

"Mm.."

Danny froze. Every cell seemed to stop functioning in that moment. His senses were amped into hyper drive, fueled by adrenaline. It was just beginning to register that there was a solid mass on the bed beside him (was he in bed?), and hear breathing right into his left ear. Whatever it was, it was a lot closer to him than he could ever have possibly wanted it to be, and his heart pounded a sickening tempo in his chest.

I have to be dreaming this has to be a nightmare this can't be real this CAN'T be real…

The thing rolled over on top of him before he could even think of leaping away from whatever the hell it was.

A scream tore open his raw throat and he flailed in terrified desperation for an escape. Fortunately, whatever was on top of him thumped to the ground. So he was on top of a bed… Unfortunately, the thing decided to grip onto him at the last moment and drag him with it, landing flat on his stomach and directly on top of the intruder.

The jarring made him scream in agony, several places in his chest and legs resounding in protest. His scream was cut short when the thing under him started writhing below him like a serpent, grunting in discomfort.

"Fenton?"

Said ravenette froze.

That voice… that voice is mine?! But I'm not talking.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I? What do you want from me?" Danny flailed and reared back, ignoring his agonized body and eyes, putting as much distance between him and whatever the fuck was in front of him as humanly possible.

The human attempted to stand, to ready himself to fight, but he only collapsed to the ground again. A pained moan escaped him and he had to force himself not to pass out again.

"Danny, I need you to relax. You're hurt, and in need of medical aid. Please, stay still you'll hurt yourself." The more the voice went on, the more he recognized it. "It's me, Phantom."

"Phantom?" How was that possible? He was just in the park… wasn't he? How could Phantom have split from their fused core without him noticing?

What in the hell was going on?!

"Yes, it's me." The ghost's voice was eerily similar to his, if you didn't pay attention to the deeper tone and slightly older vocabulary choices. "Please, just trust me. I am not going to hurt you."

"How do I know this isn't a trick?" If he could have, he would have narrowed his eyes, but any sort of facial expression was painful.

"You're just going to have to trust me. Please, let me help you back into bed." He heard hesitant steps near him, and he shouted.

"STAY AWAY FROM ME. I don't know who you are or where the fuck I am, or what the hell you're doing split from me, or why I can't see. Back off, or I'll-"

"You'll what?" He hated how calm and level that voice was. "Danny, if it wasn't me, you would have healed by now. If you don't believe me, try shifting."

Danny hesitated. He reached down into his chest for that familiar ghostly energy… but couldn't find it. His breathing hitched and fear took him under once more before he heard another step towards him. It truly was Phantom.

"Do you trust me now, Danny?" The ghost asked, this time a little closer.

"…. I think. Phantom, what the hell happened?"

The ghost doesn't reply, just starts to walk closer. Danny let him approach without protest, close enough for him to feel the cold permeating the air around Phantom before he reached up and a freezing, gloved hand clasped his and gently pulled him to his feet before he was pulled into an ectoplasmic, solid body. Blood rushed to his head and a heavy feeling enveloped him – ears ringing – as he stumbled and nearly fainted. His ghost half laced an arm around his middle and pulled Danny's arm up and over his shoulder before leading him back to the bed and settling him down best he could. Once he was settled, he felt the ghost hover beside him, setting a hand gently on his knee.

"Danny, I need to know if you think any of your bones are broken, or if anything feel extremely painful or wrong."

"I can't see. My eyes hurt so bad… I think I have a few bruised ribs and my skin feels like it's on fire, but my eyes are the worst of it. Why can't I see anything? What happened?" He turned his head to where he believed Phantom's face was.

The hand moved up to his chest, gently prodding and testing the waters to find the pained spots, stopping each time he winced or let out a hiss through clenched teeth. Then it moved up to his face, over his eyes, but even the slightest touch left him reeling and ready to pass out or throw up from the amount of instant, searing hurt the touch provided. Impatient, angry, and frightened he shoved the hand away. After he regained what little energy he possessed, he took a deep, shuddering breath.

"Phantom. What. HAPPENED?" He growled. "What's wrong with my eyes?"

He heard the ghost move away from the bed; felt a breeze waft across the room to where he assumed his desk was.

Are we even in my room?

He got his answer as he heard the tell-tale beeping of his cellphone keyboard clicking away rapidly.

"What's going on? Who are you texting?" Danny tried desperately to push down that irrational panic, or the clenching of his heart through the pain, head swiveling to try to 'look' toward the noise his ghostly counterpart was making.

"Relax. I sent a text to Sam. They'll be here shortly. We're taking you to Sam's and getting you a doctor. I can't heal you on my own."

He wanted to ask so many more questions – and he did – quite insistently, but no matter how much he begged and asked and screamed at the ghost, there was no reply other than a tight, gentle whisper of "You need to go to sleep, Danny, we'll get you fixed up soon."

That scared him more than anything.