Chapter 4: Landslide by Fleetwood Mac
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The wheels clicked as they sped along the tiled floors, people yelling out orders and pushing the bed on which a certain ghost boy lay. Most of the words made little or no sense to him, so he simply ignored them, trying to figure put where he was. Last, he had been standing outside his prison, feeling the first breath of wind against his skin in a year, the stones digging into his feet with a dull pain. The sun was beating down against them, a soft heat on Danny's face. Next thing he knew he was watching lights flash in a straight line above him, unintelligible voice talking and a sharp click of wheels on tiles underneath him. The smell and the whiteness of the place tugged at a corner of Danny's brain, one that was so long ago. A television program Paulina had instantly changed over, declaring that the show freaked her out with blood and scalpels; House. This was a hospital. But before he could recognize else, his mind failed on him, knocking him away from the harsh reality and into a soft dream.
The room was tense, the agent shifting in his chair slightly as he met the cold, icy eyes of Vlad Masters, the man holding the hand of a tearful Maddie.
The woman's eyes were glittering with not yet shed tears, her free hands nails digging into her jeans leg, with a tightness that made the weathered agent wince, "It's good of you to speak with us on such short notice, Mrs Fenton,"
"I just want to see Danny," despite the shaking of her frame the woman's voice was relatively strong, her eyes flashing even so, "Where is my son?"
Agent K ignored her, shuffling the papers in his desk with a precision of one who has seen it all before, "Have you been told why we were to speak to you first?"
There was a pause, Maddie's mouth tightening as she glanced at the ecto weapons, "No,"
Agent K sighed, raubbing his forehead before standing up, hiding his wicked smile under a stressed facade. He slid his sunglasses from the pocket of his pristine white suit. He walked towards the window, his face reflected back it him in the pane. He ignored it, instead surveying the tiny people of Amity Park, like little ants. So easily crushed like them too. He turned back to the couple, a painstaking expression covering his gloating evil eyes.
"Mrs Fenton, it gives me no pleasure to say this, but...we feel your son would be a danger if he was allowed back out on these streets as your," he raised his hands in air quotes as he said a mocking, "Danny Phantom,"
Maddie's face paled, hand gripping Vlad's tightly, "What are you suggesting, Agent K?"
Jackpot.
He hid his feral smile, thinking of the glory that would be rewarded to him for capturing the great 'Danny Phantom'. His name would be hailed through the centuries to come of this company, whispered in awe. But first...first there would be a promotion.
Back to the matter at hand, Mrs Fenton was still staring at him. He coughed to clear his throat, "Mrs Fenton. We believe that by keeping young Daniel with us we...can find out more to protect him and society through finding out how his ghost core works and-,"
He was cut off mid-sentence by Maddie's chair smacking into the floor, nearly upending the table in her rage.
"You want me to leave my son," the woman was physically shaking with anger as she stared down at the little man in a white uniform, "With you, under the false pretense you're helping him so you can just preform experiments on him?" Her voice had risen to a shriek by the end, Vlad's hand on her arm as a comfort and a warning. She shook her head, looking disgustedly at the Agent, "You can go to HELL, if you think you're even laying a finger on my son,"
"Says the woman who threatened to rip him apart molecule by molecule," Agent K snarled in return, leaning over his desk, "He's no safer in your hands-,"
"Actually he is," Vlad cut in smoothly, voice hard but polite, "Maddie and her famiily will be relocating to live with me while Daniel recovers," he flashed a smile sharper than knives, "Of course, after the hospital and none other deems him safe to leave,"
He stood, brushing imaginary lint from his suit as he gave Agent K a very cold look before he walked out.
Shit.
Jeremy Manson had been in hospital a long time- you learn that there will be very strange things. But never, did he expect his own daughters childhood best friend to come racing through his ER, someone shouting about a ghost core and someone else shouting about a slow heart. An hour later, he was still standing staring at Danny through the small window. His own reflection stared back at him; blue eyes haunted by dark circles, with blonde hair combed back. He grimaced as he realised he most likely resembled that character form those books Tucker was so fond of. Something to do with vampires and werewolfs and some pregnant girl.
Danny looked even worse than he did. A breathing mask was attached awkwardly to him, a drip in his arm and his head turned to the side in his leep, pale eyelids closed over white skin. His jet black hair stood out against the snowy flesh, scared hands twitching every so often, his face pinched as though he was in the middle of a nightmare. He made a soft noise, almost inaudiblke as his heart rate beeped just a little faster. Unlike the normal rate of a human heart. Jeremy was oddly struck by the the resemblance to his childhood stories of Snow White; pale skin and jet black hair...he was almost her in the flesh.
"Dr. Manson?"
Turning at the sound of name, he met eyes with that of Maddie Fenton. She was looking rather determined, despite barely even coming up to his shoulder, hands on hips and a set to her her side stood, not her husband as Jeremy had suspected, rather the town Mayor Vlad. He wasn't even looking at Jeremy however, rather at Danny who was stll twitching in his sleep. A scowl crossed Vlad's face, before he turned back to Jeremy. He raised an eyebrow silently, and Jeremy nodded, watching as Vlad slowly opened the door, pushing Maddie in.
It was incredibly strange- in that moment- to see her crumble from fierce to suddenly nervous. Her eyes widened, lined with tears and then...she pushed past the two of them to her son, kneeling beside him as she cried and held his hand.
Her baby. Her youngest son who she hadn't seen in almost a year and he was here. Seventeen years old, taller, stronger, and she had missed so much. Her heart was breaking in her chest as she sat and sobbed beside him. Her hand was so much smaller in his now. She wanted to wake him up and tell him everything he had missed, how much she loved him, what had happened with his friends.
"I'm so sorry, Danny," she whispered, kissing his forehead as her tears splashed on his face, "I'm so sorry for everything," She buried her face in her hands again.
She was half asleep in the chair next to Danny's bed. Vlad had just left to get some coffee and she had found herslelf dropping in off when she heard the breathy, "Mom?"
It was so soft, she wasn't even sure it was said. But she looked up any way.
Danny was awkaw. He was blinking, his eyes barely cracked open as he stared at her with dull blue eyes. He barely lifted his head before she next to him again, kneeling on the unforgiving floor as she pulled herself as close as possible to Danny, "Hi, Danny,"
"Am I dreaming?"
It was enought to make her start crying again. She smiled through them through, "No, sweetie. It's not. I'm real," she gently brushed his cheek and he flinched, before relaxing again, "I promise," He was crying too, little drops in the corners of his eyes as he gave her a half smile, dull eyes lighting up to the magnificent blue they had once been.
"How are you feeling?" Maddie asked, smoothing back his hair. She tried desperately to ignore the way he flinched, sinking away into the bed as his eyes slammed shut. He took a deep breath, before nodding slowly, "I'm alright...just a little wierded out," he slowly opened his eyes again and gave her a little nod, lips twitching up in the corners in a smile that was mostly fake. But she could see something in his expression that just gave her a little hope.
Danny looked down, before swallowng and saying, "Where's Sam?"
A/N I know I haven't updated any of my stories in a while, but I am working on it. I promise, I've just had really bad writers block. Next chapter; Sam and Danny meet again. Question- Do we want Ethan to stay or do we punt him out?
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