Danny's POV
I collapsed in a heap on the bed that Frostbite let me use, exhausted and tired. Frostbite laughed from the doorway, causing me to look up. "What?" I asked.
"...I've never met someone who is able to hold as much power as us, the Yeti of the Far Frozen." He laughed. "You are powerful, young one."
I sighed, looked up at him. "You've mastered basic abilities, including your ice powers. You are more than capable of defending yourself now." Frostbite smiled at me. I sighed. Being able to defend myself against ghosts was fine, but the real enemy was my parents.
I stayed in ghost form, fearing that I would get frostbite (hahaha puns) if I reverted back. Frostbite went to continue his thought, when Blizzard, his second in command, burst through the entryway.
"An unidentified vehicle is travelling throughout the ice fields. We would like permission to blow it out of the sky." He said. Frostbite sighed. "When we have visitors, it's best to ask questions first, young Blizzard." Frostbite scolded.
"Daniel, you may stay here and rest. We will deal with the object." Frostbite told me and they both exited the door. I froze in my place, using my supernatural hearing to listen to the commotion.
"Please we are just trying to find our friend." I heard Sam's voice and gasped, flying out of the building at maximum speed.
I looked at the Specter Speeder, inside was Tucker and Sam, defending their trespassing. Frostbite was calm and collected, which the rest of the tribe watched in anger and suspicion.
"None of our kind know of you, humans." Blizzard spat out, his hand tightening around the spear.
"She may be referring to our guest." Frostbite told Blizzard. Blizzard huffed. "Are you referring to Young One?"
"Who the hell is Young One?" Tucker finally asked. Sam sighed, looked at the tribe finally spotting me. She gasped and disappeared inside the speeder. When the door opened, she was racing towards me, a large smile on her face.
I scooped her up no problem, spinning her around as she hugged me. "It's freezing, you are freezing, but that's fine." She whispered in my ear. I placed us back on the ground. She grabbed my face and kissed me roughly, to the surprise of many of the Yeti.
Tucker wasn't far behind, forcibly splitting us apart and hugging me too. "We were so worried. We went to your parents house, and they told us you were gone into the 'zone." Tucker explained. Sam didn't let go, firmly wrapping her arms around my waist. Tucker started shivering and my eyes widened.
"Frostbite? Do you have jackets or something for them?" I asked. Frostbite smiled at me, sending one of the Yeti to a storage house. "Your friends are welcome to stay for the feast tonight. We have a heated living area if they plan to stay for the night, which would be preferable as many ghosts come out at this hour." As he explained, a yeti named Snow came back with their jackets. Sam and Tucker pulled them on.
I nodded. "We can go home tomorrow." I told them. Sam and Tucker looked at me in worry before nodding. "I have to go back sometime." I told them, blowing my bangs out of my eyes. Sam and Tucker wouldn't stop staring at me, making me wonder why.
"We've never seen you in ghost form this long. You look comfortable." Tucker supplied. Sam nodded. "Do you not need glasses in your ghost form?" She asked.
I shook my head. "I have perfect vision in this form." I told them, biting my lip. "...Do you have a name for this persona?" Tucker asked. Sam and I looked at him as we were led away towards the heated quarters.
"Uh, no." I said. "Well, if you are going to be in it more, then I suggest you come up with a name so your parents don't get suspicious." Tucker continued, looking at me with a gleam in his eye.
"...Do you have a suggestion? Because I kinda like being called Danny." I told them. "Could be simple then. Specter Danny? Invisible Danny?"
"Danny Phantom." Sam supplied as Blizzard opened the door and shoved us inside, his disdain for Sam and Tucker not lost to me.
"...I kinda like it. It's kinda on the nose, but I like it." Tucker told us, kicking off his boots to not track snow in the warm room. I started to feel uncomfortable in my ghost skin, so I transformed back into Fenton.
"Danny Phantom it is, then." I said to Sam, kissing her forehead. I squinted at her, her form becoming blurry when I realized that I had left my glasses at home. "I'm going to go give you guys sometime to talk about it as a couple, cause I need to use the bathroom anyways…." Tucker said awkwardly, leaving the room.
Sam put her hands on my chest, looking up into my eyes. "You were gone." She whispered.
"I'm sorry." I whispered. "Nearly missed the week anniversary." I winked. She scoffed, dragging her hands up to my shoulders, making me shiver.
"It hasn't been that long, has it?" She asked me, her voice faint. I shook my head. "No, it hasn't."
Sam sighed. "I don't know why I keep thinking we've been together so much longer…." She said, burying her face in my shoulder. I hugged her tightly. "Maybe its because you've liked me for so long." I said. I knew she could hear the smugness in my tone, but she ignored it with a glare.
She stared into my eyes before capturing my lips with hers, her fingers trailing up to grip my hair. My hands tightened around her waist as she deepened the kiss. I could feel the desperation rolling off of her in waves, but I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer than she had been before.
She pulled away slightly, gasping for air as she looked at me. She looked away at the bathroom door, and I started blushing realizing that Tucker could've walked in at any time. She rolled her eyes, shoving me against the wall and pinning me to it, once again connecting our lips together.
My body slamming against the wall apparently got Tucker's attention, because he opened the door quickly. I was a bit preoccupied with Sam's lips on mine to care, to be honest.
He cleared his throat, making Sam separate from me with a growl. Tucker raised his hands in defense. "Look, don't get mad at me because I'm usually here whenever you try and get in young Daniel's pants." Tucker smirked.
I scoffed. Sam glared at him more, before angrily stomping to the bathroom and slamming the door. I blinked at her direction, sighing before rubbing my face. "She was really worried, wasn't she?" I asked.
"You didn't contact us dude. We thought you might have died." He told me.
"They were planning on operating to get organ samples." I said quietly. "Don't tell her." I whispered.
Tucker's face was paler than usual once I told him that. His eyes narrowed in fury. "Your parents were going to operate on you?" He hissed, quiet enough not to alert Sam. I nodded, shrugging.
"Yeah, I was going to let them too…." I told him, rubbing the back of my neck awkwardly. Tucker was closer when I looked up. "Why?" He asked.
"...Because….I don't know….If I died then, everything would be okay with them again. They wouldn't have to worry about me being weird, and you guys wouldn't be worried about me all the time. Sam could get a normal boyfriend who could give her more than I can, and you could have a bestfriend that isn't a freak." I spat out, my eyes burning the tears.
Tucker's mouth was agape, his eyes sad. He quickly took me into a hug. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and sobbed into his shoulder, feeling like a baby but not necessarily caring at the moment. "Danny, how long have you felt like this?" He asked, rubbing my back. I pulled away as my legs gave out from under me, the tears continuing to flow as I wrapped my arms around my legs and pulled them close to my chest.
"Danny, calm down." Tucker whispered, his voice close to me. The door opened and Sam came out, looking completely and utterly confused. "What the hell did you do to him?" Sam asked, coming onto my otherside.
"Sorry bud." He said to me before his attention was on Sam. "His parents were going to experiment on him, and he was going to let them because he, for some reason, thinks everything would be easier if he was dead." Tucker said.
Sam gasped, and wrapped her arms around me. "Never think like that again." She said into my ear.
"I-I-I'm s-s-sorry." I stuttered, no longer sobbing, but tears still running messily down my cheeks. Sam's eyes softened. "Hey, no stuttering." She said, her thumb brushing away the tears still following. I sniffed and laughed, bringing the heels of my hands to rub at my eyes.
"I'm such a baby, god." I laughed, slightly not joking. Sam punched my shoulder lightly. "You are a victim of emotional and physical abuse from your parents. You are not a baby." She reassured, her head resting on my shoulder.
I finally pulled myself together, wrapping one arm around her waist and the other around Tucker's shoulder. "Thanks for being my friend." I told them.
Tucker and Sam smiled at me. "Don't know what we could've done without you." Tucker told me, hugging me tighter as Sam snuggled closer into my side.
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Frostbite bid us farewell, the three of us deciding we would rather have comfort food at the Nasty Burger while we still could. It was about five o'clock human time, which was risky to be driving throughout the Ghost Zone at this hour, but we made our way back to the portal as quickly as we could.
When we entered, the lab was deserted. My bed was shoved in the corner, with my old clothes thrown haphazardly on top. I sighed, exiting the speeder, Sam's hand in mine. We ascended the stairs, halting when the house seemed empty too. I furrowed my brow, eyes focusing on a table laying in the middle of the table.
Sam and Tucker
If you find Danny, you may take him home with one of you. We were called into a meeting with the mayor, and will leave for a convention right after.
The Fentons.
I sighed in relief. Sam smiled at me, her hand squeezing mine as we made our way to my room. "Pack enough of your stuff to keep at Tucker's. I don't want you coming home for a while." Sam told me.
I nodded, packing my clothes, laptop, and some of my journals. I slung the bag over my shoulder, my room looking a little empty. My parents would get the idea.
"Okay, well, I gotta get home. I'll see you tonight." Sam told me, pecking my lips softly as she parted ways with us. Tucker and I continued down the road, my bag heavy. "Your parents won't care?" I asked.
Tucker scoffed. "My mom loves you." He told me, shoving my shoulder as we neared his house.
"Tuck, your mom is a social worker-"
"Who won't do anything unless you ask her to." Tucker reassured. "She knows that you love your parents…" He trailed off. Did I love my parents anymore? Did they deserve it?
I sighed, following Tucker inside the house. His mom looked up, her eyes flicking towards the bag on my shoulder and the confusion etched into my features. "...Everything alright?" She asked, her voice worried.
"Yeah, Danny is just going to stay here for the time being." Tucker announced, giving his mom a look. I watched her face as her lips pressed into a thin line, sympathy written over her face. "Of course." She nodded, going back to her paperwork.
"Danny, can I speak with you, honey? Tucker take his bag to your room for me." His mom suddenly announced. I held in a groan, but gave the bag to Tucker anyway. I sat down across from her as she pulled the glasses off her face.
"You know my profession yes?" She asked me. I sighed, but nodded anyway. She gave me look. "I can do something about this, you know." She told me.
I shook my head. "You don't know the whole story." I told her, looking away. "Daniel, I don't need to to know that you are being abused." She deadpanned.
I flinched. "I'm not being abused."
"You are being emotionally abused, I can sense that from far away." She said, giving me a sad smile. I looked down, taking in her words.
"I can do something if you want me to." She said, patting my hand. I shied away from the gesture, folding my arms over the other. "Thank you, but no thank you, Mrs. Foley. It's not that bad there." I lied.
"...Then why are you staying here?" She asked.
I looked into her eyes for a long while, and I could tell the pain from the past couple years was starting to creep into my eyes. I turned on my heel and walked away without another word.
I could tell that gave her the answer that she was looking for.
…
I sat up with a gasp at 2 a.m. I looked around at my surroundings, seeing Tuckers dark room. I breathed a sigh of relief when I realized that I was safe. Tuckers heavy breathing came from my side, and I got up and tiptoed out of the room.
I had dreamt of my parents. They had been operating on me. I could see my open chest cavity, and the scientific pleasure on their faces. I had been dying on that operating table.
I felt tears start to trickle down my face as the memories hit me with full force. I quietly cried on the sofa in the living room downstairs.
"Daniel?" I heard Tucker's mom call out. I froze, the tears still flowing as my instincts told me to run. "Are you alright?" A hand was gently placed on my back and I flinched away, looking up at her face.
She was sad and confused, even as she sat down across from me. Mrs. Foley didn't say anything at first, just watched me. The tears wouldn't stop, and I knew that even in the dark she could tell I had been crying.
"I promise, I can help you." She whispered. I shook my head violently. "No." I said, my voice breaking. "It's deeper than you think. I'd be gone before the first court date." I told her, my tired and hysteric state making me tell her.
She froze, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "What do you mean?"
"..." I looked away, not saying anything. She scooted forward, taking a deep breath. "I'm not a social worker right now, okay? I'm just your best friends mom. You don't have to tell me anything." She told me, resting her hand on my shoulder. I nodded, and she took me into her arms.
I hadn't had a mom hug me in such a long time. I cried on her shoulder, her hand scratching at my hair. "Everything will be fine, Daniel. You can stay here as long as you want, and when you are ready to talk about everything….I will be here." She whispered.
I nodded, my quiet cries, shaking my body slightly. She smiled and wiped away the last of my tears. I smiled at her before getting up, denying her offer of tea. I went back into Tucker's room and found him sitting up and looking confused.
"...It's fine. I'm fine." I told him, my voice scratchy and hoarse. He nodded, and sighed. "I'd offer to cuddle you, but you have Sam."
"No homo?" I asked in a small voice. I was still reliving my nightmare in my head, and I don't have any issue with cuddling with guys. I embrace my feminine side or whatever. Tucker laughed, not caring that it was 2:30 in the morning. He shimmed over, leaving a space for me on the bed. I climbed in and we awkwardly laid here.
"We won't speak of this tomorrow. Or the next day." Tucker suddenly said, and wrapped his arms around me and burrowed his face into my neck, making me laugh.
"Whatever you say, Tuck." I said, his warmth making my voice sleepy.
We both, slightly awkwardly, drifted off to sleep. The last thought in my mind was, how the hell did we both fit on his twin bed.
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Thought I would develop Tucker and Danny's bromance a bit. I guess there's a little Savant Par if you squint.
also a little about myself recently. I haven't been posting as often because its my final semester of high school! I'm graduating in june and I'll be going to college for Music Therapy which I'm going to love. anyways, ive been super busy and hope that you guys are liking the updates I had prewritten!