Sam's POV

"What the fuck." Tucker whispered, and I immediately shushed him as the enigma himself walked through the door. He was flushed with anger, but kept a straight face, looking expectantly at me and Tucker.

Tucker cleared his throat. "So, anything specific that you want in the essay?" Danny shrugged, not seeming to want to talk. "Anything is f-f-fine." Danny furrowed his brows at his stutter, just looking more mad.

"Okay, and I'll work on the art. You can proofread everything. Meet in the library tomorrow?" I asked, wanting to give him some space.

"Yeah. See you guys later."

Tucker and I shared a look. "We can hangout a bit if you want. Not to force anything on you or anything." Tucker said. Danny shook his head. "Nah, you don't want to hang out with someone like me." He whispered, but I don't think he thought we had heard.

He instead said, more loudly this time. "It's okay. My family is having dinner with a friend tonight." He said, his eyes conveying that he didn't want us to leave, but what his mom had said had hurt him.

I grabbed my stuff and said goodbye to Danny, keeping formalities with Mrs. Fenton before exiting with Tucker in tow. "Okay Sam, what the fuck." Tucker said, falling in step with me. "Yeah..I know." I agreed.

"What is so wrong with him that his mom would say that to him?" Tucker asked. "That was really out of line."

"Yeah, but, we don't know what happened to him. Everyone remembers when he was a genius, but he talked to everyone and was nice."

"It was freshman year." Tucker realized.

Freshman year was the year that happy go lucky Daniel Fenton, the genius who in middle school wrote four papers for 20 bucks a piece for Dash Baxter, suddenly secluded himself. He hid behind the large pair of glasses and his usually tan skin became a sickly pale. Nobody had known what happened.

"It may have something to do with his parents…." I whispered as we approached Tucker's house.

"He was even paler today too, like...what someone looks like when they give blood." Tucker assessed.

"You don't think that his parents conduct experiments on him, do you?"

"No...they are too smart to do that. They are able to think ahead at anything that could go wrong with what they do. Danny does it all the time. They would know that the people would find out. It's something else. I'll look into it." Tucker finally sighed.

I nodded, feeling more tired than usual. "Don't forget to send that essay to Danny." I told him.

"Okay mom." Tucker rolled his eyes, shutting his front door and leaving me alone on the steps. I felt around in my pocket for my phone. Feeling nothing in my pocket, I groaned.

"Fuck me." I said, realizing that I had left my phone on Danny's desk in his room. I took off back to the Fenton household, pausing when I heard muffled screams through the glass of the basement window.

Chills ran down my spine as I quietly tiptoed to the alley next to the window. I knelt down on the cold stone as I peered in the window. I couldn't see much of anything, just outlines of vast machinery and shapes of figures walking. I silently opened the window a crack, wondering why it wasn't locked.

"Come on, Daniel, it doesn't hurt that bad." Danny's mother said, guilt leaking through her tone. There was quiet sobbing coming from the lump on the floor. I realized that it was Danny.

"Mom please, I can't do this anymore! Just let me be different!" The broken voice called out and I felt a pang go through my chest at the pain in his voice. I wished I had my phone with me to record this, because there was no way anyone would believe me.

"Daniel, we have to fix you. It's our fault that you are this way in the first place." Mrs. Fenton sighed. "I'd rather be different than be injected with liquified blood blossoms!" Danny spat, getting up on shaky legs. "Daniel, sit down, you'll make your pain worse." Jack Fenton said from his corner, his body turned so he wouldn't have to look at his son.

"No, what'll make my pain worse is staying here." Danny cried out, and he took off up the stairs. I immediately gathered my things and went to the door and knocked silently, hearing a mumbled curse and footsteps leading toward the door.

I took a deep breath, and watched as Danny pulled open the door slowly. His eyes were red and skin blotchy, pain etched into his features as he tried to poorly hide it. "Are you okay?" I whispered. He shrugged. "As okay as I can get. Did you need something?" He asked, his voice tired.

"I left my phone here. On the desk." I said, reaching out to touch the red marks that outlined his veins as if something was injected into them. "Please don't ask." He whispered as my fingertips grazed his skin.

"I won't….but do you want to get out of here for a while? You can, I don't know, walk with me through the park or something." I whispered. "Not a good idea." He said, leaning back and disappearing through the door. I paused as he went to his room, and came back with my phone in his hand.

"Are you sure?" I asked, worry gracing my features. He nodded, looking truly confused and unsure. "I'm sure."

Danny's POV (bc I'm shit at 3rd person)

Fuck.

I'm not usually one to cuss, because it's not very becoming of a person, but fucking asshole shit dick.

I closed the door on those beautiful purple eyes that saw, she saw what had happened to me.

What made me so confused, however, was not the way that she seen, but it was the way she seemed to want to protect me. I gulped in air after Sam's footsteps led her away from the house. My arm was still on fire, and I hurried up the stairs, tripping over my own feet into my bedroom.

"Oh no, oh no, what do I do?" I whispered to myself, hearing my parents worried tones wafting from below the stairs. Mom was going to come here. She was going to come here and make me go back down to the lab and submit myself to becoming normal, which would kill me.

Not knowing what to do, I locked my door, which was pointless. My mom could unlock using the key that's just above my door. I panicked. Why am I so scared of my own mother? She was doing this to protect me!

But was she? All of the facts pointed to that she just wanted a perfect genius son to bring pride back to the Fenton family. She would never love me truly until what she hated was gone.

I took a deep breath, knowing what I had to do. I willed myself to find that cold spot next my heart. The cold spot that my mother didn't know about, because I knew she would remove it.

I gripped that cold spot hard with my subconscious and felt the light that started at my waist, travel upwards to my head, and downwards to my feet, transforming myself into my parent's worst enemy.

I shifted my eyes towards the mirror, seeing the stark white hair and glowing green eyes, the ominous glow of my entire body illuminating the previously dark room. I felt like I was breaking the law, but I felt so so free. I willed myself to not laugh but cracked a smile, watching as the ghost in the mirror lit up with joy.

My mother's footsteps were closer, her delicate steps making a small tap on the steps. I unlocked the door and opened the window. As the doorknob turned, and my mother's foot visible to me, I shot out the window and into the air, gasping as I flew at top speed away from my home.

The view was breathtaking. I could see everything. The school, my house, and the large park. I flew forward, feeling the wind nip at my cheeks. My hair dangled in my face, and it took some time to get used to the white locks. I pushed off a building and flipped through the air, landing delicately on the edge of a skyscraper, sitting down and swinging my leg on the edge. I watched the sunset from here, feeling at ease for the first time in months.

I saw the Fenton RV driving through town, frantically driving and looking for me. I sighed, my moment of peace gone. I stood and kicked into the air again, flying towards my home. I flew back into my window, transforming back into normal old me.

I sighed, feeling gravity thicken over my body. I sat down at my desk and looked at my left arm, eyes widening as the red lines where the blood blossoms had been were suddenly gone. As if, transforming into my ghost form had healed my arm.

I shook my head and got to editing and adding things to Tucker's essay, as he angrily commented I was a grammar nazi (saying "Your a grammar nazi!" to which I replied "You're (;"). I laughed and immediately got a skype notification from Tucker, and answered, still laughing to myself.

We worked on the essay until my mother burst into the room, causing me to jump and look at her. "Yeah mom?" I asked, putting on the facade I had grown used to.

"Oh, nothing. Didn't know you had gotten home."

"Dude, will you help me with Calc next?" Tucker's voice said from my computer, and I watched my mother's face transform into realization. She smiled a small smile and nodded. "I'll talk to you later." She said.

I took a deep breath as she closed the door, minimizing the essay and Tucker's face popped into view. "You okay man?"

"Getting there, Tuck." I sighed, running my hands through my hair and shoving my glasses back on my face. "So Calculus?" I grinned.

Tucker's worried expression transformed into happiness.

The next day I woke up early, and the smell of pancakes hit my nostrils. I narrowed my eyes. I got up and threw on a CHS sweatshirt and jeans, and I was lacing up my sneakers when there were light knocks on my bedroom door. My mother approached me, holding her hands in front of her, clasped tightly. "I made you breakfast….though I realize with your condition you may not be hungry right now, and that's okay…" She sighed, her face contorting to sorrow and confusion.

I smoothed out my sweatshirt and continued packing for school, shoving my laptop in my bag, and glasses on my face. "I just want to understand what you feel on a daily basis." She whispered, staying near the doorway. I didn't answer, just kept gathering my things.

"Daniel please! Don't hold back, tell me how you are! Talk to me!"

"Try to get to know me as your son rather than a lab project!" I suddenly shouted, the room dropping several degrees. My mother shivered in fear and cold, and I tried to keep myself in control. "How long have you been doing that?" She asked, apprehension in her eyes.

"You mean the cold thing? Since I was in the accident!" I said, and I could feel energy flickering throughout my body. Transforming yesterday was a mistake, and I won't be able to keep my powers below the surface. "I can usually control them more, but not when people are making me mad. I need to get to school."

"The tests we've been running, we haven't gotten far at all. Everything we try, your human cells disappeared with them. We've tried everything we can think of but nothing works, and here you are, getting worse and worse."

"Maybe I'm just evolving into what I'm supposed to be! Normal! Not some stuck up genius kid stuck in a stupid town all of his life." I snapped, my grip tightening on my backpack. The temperature of the room continued to drop steadily, as though the madder I got, the colder it got.

"Daniel, you won't be able to leave with your-"

"I HAVE GHOST POWERS MOM! DEAL WITH IT!" I shouted and pushed past her, running out the door and slamming it behind me. Passerbys looked at me in confusion, but continued walking as I got into my car and tried to keep my breathing under control.

I started my car and made my way towards the school, stopping at a stop sign were Sam was waiting. She perked up when she saw me, her hand coming up in a wave. "D-Do you need a ride to s-s-school?" I asked, blushing slightly at the stutter. She looked grateful and immediately got in the passenger seat. "Tucker will be pissed, but I don't really care." She said, relaxing in the seat.

I chuckled and slowly pulled towards the school, the two of us sitting in silence before I broke it. "So, why do you want to get to know me so bad?"

I surprised even myself when the words escaped my lips. "You intrigue me, Danny." She shrugged. "I've always wanted to get to know you since middle school, but you changed after, and became more reserved. No one, I think, knew how to approach you without you running away."

I sighed, knowing every word was true. "You can get to know me now…." I smiled sheepishly. "I can't wait." She whispered. "What happened in your lab accident?" She asked, suddenly, paling when she realized what she said.

"...I'm good with inventions and I used to help with my parents inventions before I got shocked by one." I told her. She nodded, satisfied. "Did it affect your speech? Not to be rude, but you never used to stutter."

"Possibly. We aren't really sure. Maybe I just have deep rooted self-confidence issues, who knows." I said.

"Well, I think you are great, Danny." She said. "I've always-Nevermind." She said, looking away and blushing.

"N-no, you don't get to look away and not answer. I've a-already spilled m-my guts to you." I said, only slightly irritated. She sighed. "I've always wanted to, be your friend." She said quickly, making me realize that that wasn't what she had wanted to say.

I was going to say something about it, but Tucker was suddenly in the backseat at the stoplight we were stopped at. "Hey guys, sorry. I didn't feel like walking anymore." He said, looking winded. I bit my lip and laughed lightly. "You just scared me." I said, dropping the subject with Sam, but looking back at her face, noticing the light blush on her cheeks as she looked out the window.

I pulled into the school, and the three of us piled out of the car and into the school, as I continued to feel cold.

I shouldn't have transformed. I thought to myself. I looked over to Sam, and my face grew paler as I started panicking.

I was making the environment colder, and the window even fogged up as I passed it. Sam started shivering and Tucker saw his breath.

As I stood there, not feeling cold but noticing that people were shivering, I realized I had let too much power out. I shouldn't have transformed and I'm a monster.

I stopped in my tracks with a pained expression. "Danny, what's wrong?" Sam asked, rubbing her arms.

"What the hell, can someone please turn up the heat?" Dash's voice came to me from down the hall.

I looked at Sam, laughed awkwardly. "I forgot something in my car, I'll be back…" I whispered, and bolted out the door.

Sam's POV

I had noticed it started getting colder the more Danny had started panicking. Had he been manipulating the temperature somehow?

When he ran out the door back to his car, the air immediately warmed up, and Tucker and I shared a glance. I watched has Danny's black car left the parking lot and went home.

"What did he do?" Tucker whispered. "I have to tell you something." I said, dragging him by the arm into the janitor's closet by Lancer's classroom.

"Yesterday I left my phone at Danny's house and went back to get it. Danny's parents had him in the basement and were experimenting on him with something. You could see it on his arm when you got close enough and he was scared. Terrified of his parents. He sobbed and cried, and his mom didn't even care! Something is going on Tuck, and I think it has something to do with his accident and how he made it colder today the more he panicked."

Tucker sat in silence as he pondered the information. "Sam that is a big theory. What if you are wrong?"

"If I'm wrong, I will give you my allowance for two months. Enough to get you that new PDA and pay off your other ones." I deadpanned. He looked up in surprise. "So what do you want to do?"

"I need to know what Blood Blossoms are." I told him. "That's what they were injecting him with."

"Blood Blossoms? Sounds like a plant, don't you think?" He said, whipping out his PDA and typing. "Yeah, but they were liquified, and caused major irritation to the vein."

"There isn't much...mostly vampire stuff….Do you think Fenton is a vam-"

"Don't even finish that sentence if you value your life. He's not a supernatural creature." I rolled my eyes.

"The only information there is, is an article from the Guys in White, a government organization. But it's blocked to the public." Tucker sighed.

"...Any lore or mythology?" I asked. "Maybe…" Tucker looked conflicted. "Everything about it has been blocked by the Guys in White. You need to work for the Government to access anything having to do with the plant Blood Blossoms. Google doesn't even work." Tucker said.

"If there is mythology, then there is a book. Come on." I said, and I pulled him along towards the library, class seeming to be less important to us both.

I felt protective of Danny now, like whatever happened to him, had something to do with me. Like our fates were intertwined.

I'm just being a fucking cliche, I swear to god.