Wow! This story's almost a year old! I totally didn't know that... But yeah, I'm going to the beach today in about an hour but here's the deal... I don't like the ocean. The sound of the ocean waves are supposed to be soothing, nope, not for me. They scream a nightmare waiting to happen. But I have to play nice, my Mom's side of the family is coming with us, they're islanders... so... they adore the beach. Playing nice, yep yep.
Your Guardian Angel
Chapter 10:
16
And now the sky is such a sweet blue,
and you made this come true,
and my heart feels so new.
Dear Jazz,
How have you been? Wait, on second thought, tell me when I get there. Where I'm writing from doesn't receive letters, it'd be better if you didn't write letters to me at all.
Enclosed are a few belated gifts, your birthdays, our Christmas's, and a gift for Sam when she gets there. There is a present I need you to open as soon as it gets to you, to set it up, you'll have to read all the instructions, I put emphasis on the 'all'. I'm sorry for being so demanding for a little brother who's so far away. It's just difficult over here; no doubt it's difficult for you too, being a German in America.
I hope you're faring well after the confession of Mom and Dad in the last letter. There is so much I want to tell you – no – need to tell you but it will have to wait until we are face to face. It should only take a year or so but you'll be my top priority when I get to America.
Sam's friend, Tucker, is coming. He's French and can speak German decently, I think he knows a bit of English but it's going to be hard for him over there. I'm told Americans don't like people of different skin. Maybe he'll stay until he can go back to France, when it's not overrun by Germans, if that ever happens.
I really want to see you. You probably want the same but the sooner you open the presents the sooner I can come and see you.
Your Brother,
Danny
Danny sighed at the letter. He was demanding so much from his sister, house a Jew, a black man, fill out papers to somehow force his way into the American system, don't reply to his letters, and wait.
Waiting is the hardest part of life known to man and ghost alike.
"Clockwork, I need a favor." Danny stood in front of an old ghost who stared at him pensively.
"I know." The old ghost transformed into a baby. Danny was taken by surprise. "It has already been done. You just need to keep up your part of the plan."
"Er," Danny blushed, "I have a new favor then." Clockwork showed mild surprise this time, he must have not seen the words coming.
"And it would be?" Clockwork asked, his form changing once again to a middle-aged adult.
"Could I see Sam, in three, no, five years? Can I see if she'll be safe in America?"
"You could and you can but it does not mean you would and may. You will see for yourself when the appropriate time comes; but it is not for now, it is not for the past, but for the future you are going to set right. So wait young Daniel, else your future self will fight free and lay waste to the world you are so desperately trying to fix."
"Happy Birthday." Danny smiled to Sam that night. She wrapped herself in covers, shivering at the cold air. He took her hand in his, frowning as she held little muscle holding her skin and bones together. Her skin felt like ice, so cold it frightened him, deathly cold.
"It's my birthday?" Sam showed surprise. "How old am I?"
"Sixteen, we've been here a while." Danny pressed his forehead to Sam's. She smiled sadly at Danny, kissing him gently on the lips. "I have a birthday present for you, it's from Tucker too." Sam's eyes lit up at her pen pal's name. "But it will have to wait for tomorrow."
"Why?" At her question Danny hugged Sam tightly, moving her into his arms. He hid his face in the crook of her neck, giving her his warmth and kissed her gently.
"A rose needs sunlight to live, it needs healthy soil, good water, and love, lots and lots of love." Danny whispered. "Tucker's done with the plane to get you out of here… just wait a bit."
"Will you be coming too?" Sam whispered.
"No, I have to make everything right. I'll see you when the war's over…"
"But a rose needs love, Danny! How… how can this wilting rose survive if its love is not with her?"
"Jazz and Tucker will give you so much love, they'll take care of you."
"I don't need them, Danny! I need you!" Sam turned around to face Danny, her violet eyes wide.
"You don't love Jazz and Tucker?" Danny gazed at Sam, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Of course I love them, Danny! I want them to be with me but I – it was hard enough in France without you, what makes you think I'll survive any better now? I mean we just jumped over some of our biggest hurdles…"
"But there's one hurdle left and I need to jump it before we can be together."
"I won't be able to stand it if we're separated again…" Tears were in Sam's eyes, her thin hands holding his. "Don't leave me alone."
"You won't be alone, I promise." Danny kissed her sweetly, leading her down to the bed.
"You'll have two minutes." Danny muttered into the Fenton Phone on his left ear as he surveyed the male Jews running for no reason. "But be gentle with Sam… she had a hard time last night."
"She couldn't accept that you were staying?" Tucker asked, tugging his plane from the shed.
"Yeah, something like that." Danny sighed. "Hold on." His hardened gaze settled on a short boy who was stumbling. "2092!" He barked, causing the boy to flinch, "Move faster unless you'd like to be hung!" The boy began running faster and the SS around Danny began to snicker. He turned to Skulker, who was brandishing one of his many guns, and said; "2092 is in your care tonight Skulker." Skulker grinned, eying the boy as a new toy. Danny walked away, mildly sickened by his words and Skulker's smile.
"Ouch, harsh."
"I don't want to do it." Danny muttered. "I have to keep this charade going otherwise we all lose." He kept his stern gaze on the men running, sometimes glancing at the females at the other side of the fence. Sam wasn't there; he told Kitty Sam had run away as he tried to kill her.
"One minute till I'm there." Tucker's voice suddenly echoed in Danny's ears. His gaze turned colder, surveying the sky and then towards the group of men.
"Don't forget to trash the place a little, don't just trash my room." He glared as the men began to slow down as a whole.
"Got it."
"WHO SAID YOU COULD SLOW DOWN?" Danny yelled. The males stopped suddenly, pointing to an SS. "You?" Danny sneered.
"Yes, sir." The SS began shaking a little. "We only let them run for two hours before we make them dig holes."
"Did I say you could stop them?" Danny glared.
"N- No, sir!"
"Then they should still be running!" Danny snapped. Moments later the SS men began yelling at the males, threatening them with guns and whips, and the Jews began to run again.
"I'm here." Tucker's voice held a smile in it.
A vehicle that looked like a pod with wings came into view a green shield around it firing green blasts everywhere, damaging the barracks, officers buildings, everything. "Stations!" Danny barked, hiding his smile. Tucker dove to Danny's private building, crashing through the roof only to lift immediately back up, Sam sitting on the wing and waving at the ghosts below. She was grinning as the side hatch opened before she stepped inside. She sat beside Tucker just behind the dome-like windshield, sticking her tongue out to all the ghosts and grinning like a mad woman at a glaring Danny. "Catch them and hang her!" Danny growled. Ghosts flew up, ready to tear the plane apart only to pushed back by the green see through shield.
"Thanks for the radio, Daddy's boy!" Sam laughed, disappearing with Tucker into the green sky. Danny stomped his foot on the ground, feigning anger. "Mission accomplished, I'll miss you." Sam's voice whispered into the Fenton Phones.
"Why didn't you capture them?" Danny growled at his subordinates. "You let them escape!"
"But sir!" Skulker stumbled.
"Get them," Danny pointed to the men still running, "and get them to rebuild this place! What would happen if the Furher decided to make a surprise visit?" He sneered.
"Yes sir!"
"Are you okay?" Tucker asked, eying Sam as she stared out of the plane and into the sky.
"It's different, you know? Like waking up from a dream, a nightmare." Her hands pressed against the glass. "Was the sky always this blue?" Her violet eyes wide with wonder.
"Yeah." Tucker nodded. He saw the thirteen year old Sam once again, excited about seeing open land without unbearable restrictions from the world.
"Will we stop soon? Don't you need to refill on gas?" Sam asked, eying Tucker as he pulled the plane higher into the sky.
"This plane runs on ecto energy, Sam, and only a little bit of gas. We'll be able to make a straight shot to America, to Jazz, without any problems."
"Do you know Jazz?" Sam asked as her brows furrowed. She never mentioned Danny's older sister to Tucker.
"Danny told me, he even gave me photographs and directions." He pulled out a photograph. Sam's eyes widened as she saw Jazz in a black and white photograph with a graduation cap on. She was in the background with Danny attempting to get Jazz to make an ugly expression while people where taking photos but failed every time.
"Jazz." Sam laughed quietly. Tucker handed Sam half a loaf of bread to Sam and she eyed it, confused.
"Don't give a feast to a starving person. A little at a time, you're skin and bones." Tucker smiled wanly as Sam took a chunk and nibbled on it.
"Thank you."
"Thank Danny."
Danny flopped on his salvaged bed in exhaustion. The Fenton Phones had lost connection because of distance and his private building was now in pieces. He was staying in a room that previously belonged to two SS, who were now sleeping in tents, sighing with relief that Sam was saved.
Sam… Danny thought as he fingered the familiar skull choker around his neck.
Wah, I'm gonna miss you guys while my parents drag me to the beach. T.T It's not even a pretty beach. So I expect a ton a reviews to greet me when I get home on Monday. Jk but I do love to hear from you.
Adieu
Nightwing