Title: Send Me an Angel
Rating: K to T (character death situation)
Mood song: Send Me an Angel by Real Life (good old 80's. -hearts-)
Pairings: AU DannyXDani sibling
Word count: 1,123
Notes: Yay for the AU-ness. And more DaniXDanny because it's so cute. But this one's kind of sad. Scratch that it's very sad. Anyway, I was listening to the song and came up with this. I love me my 80's.

P.S. have you seen the pictures on DeviantART with Danny all gold-and-white with wings? SO CUTE. Which is also where this came from.
P.S.S. was originally DannyXSam fluff BUT I REMIXED IT LOL YAY. Because DaniXDanny sibling is so much better. D:

He lay bleeding in my hands, and I didn't know what to do. It's not like anyone was around; we were at Uncle Vlad's cabin in Colorado, both of us out here in the woods. I never knew the woods could be so cruel, or that anything could ever happen to my strong older brother.

"Danny," I said softly, tears freely falling down my face. "Just hold on, okay?" I choked out while frantically searching my backpack for his cell phone. Where was that thing?! I knew I was panicking; my hands slippery with his blood, and I tried not to gag at the dark red hue.

"Danielle," he said weakly, "What's going to happen to me?"

I bit back a sob and murmured, "Nothing, Danny, you're going to be okay." But I wasn't sure if I believed that. His sky blue eyes were quickly fading, someone losing their happy sheen.

Oh why, why did we think it was okay to explore the woods? We should have known better! There were animals, and seeing as how this is Colorado, unexpected drops and peaking roots, hidden waterfalls and cliffs …

I found the cell phone and called Uncle Vlad's house, my voice broken and pleading when he answered.

"Danielle, my dear, what's the matter?"

"Uncle Vlad!" I burst out, trying not to let my voice shake too much to talk. It was so soothing to hear his voice. "Danny tripped on a tree root and fell into that little rive and went over the waterfall we didn't know was there, and …"

I heard his breath break and a gasp barely reach his lungs before he was asking, "Alright, I'll call an ambulance and be right there. Hold on."

I sobbed and hung up, tearing apart my jacket to wrap it around his side wound, which was the biggest; he must have hit a rock …

"Dani," my brother said softly, a smile touching his face, but the drying blood out the corner of his mouth distorted it. "It's okay. Don't cry. It was an accident…"

I smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead, which I found to still be splattered with river water. It tasted like moss and rain, but his skin felt cold. That's not good; he could be getting hypothermia. "Hang on, Danny, Uncle Vlad will be here soon," I said, trying to smile through my broken sobs.

"I d-don't think I can, sis," he said faintly. "I'm not super-human, after all…"

He shivered, and I took what was left of my jacket and wrapped it around his upper body, but it wasn't enough; so I bent down and held him, his 15-yea-old self so much bigger than me, being only 13. I stroked his wet black hair and kept repeating things like: "It'll be okay, you're going to be fine, hang in there…"

And then I put my head to his chest, my mind going blank as I heard his struggled breathing, slow heartbeats and shaking bones.

"Don't wait for me," he said suddenly.

"What?" I asked, my head popping up and staring at him. But his eyes looked as if they were staring at nothing, as if he had fallen backwards and was in the darkness of his shadow, searching but failing to find the light. "Danny?" I said in alarm. "Danny?! Danny!"

But he didn't answer, and I threw my ear to his chest, finding only an exhale and one half-beat of his heart.

Then he was gone.

Six weeks later…

"She hasn't come out of her room for weeks, Maddie. Jazz has to bring her food and force her into the shower; but other than that it's like she's not willing to be a part of the outside world anymore. She just reads and listens to music or cries."

"And she won't come home, will she, Vlad?" her mother asked, tears pooling in her eyes.

Jack touched her lightly and held his wife, sending a look at his brother. "Is it because he died here? Is that why?"

Vladimir nodded. "I believe so. Do you want to go in and try talking to her?"

Maddie nodded, pulling away from Jack and pushing on her guest bedroom door, which came open easily. "Dani, honey?"

"D-don't call me that," she said, immediately sounding on the verge of tears. "That was his name."

"I know," she said. Maddie hadn't noticed, but her oldest was already in the room, an untouched cup of tea in her hands.

"Mom," Jazz said quietly, "Maybe you shouldn't bug her. I mean … she wouldn't even go to the funeral, remember?"

"You're right," she said. With a sigh she wiped tears from her eyes and sat on the edge of the bed, laying a gentle hand on her child's shoulder. "I know you were very close to your brother, but …"

"Don't talk about Danny like he's dead, Mom!" Danielle accuses. "He's… still here… I feel him…"

"Honey, that's preposterous! I mean –"

But Jazz stopped Maddie with a touch on the arm and a shake of the head. Both redheads sighed. "I'll leave your tea here, sis," Jazz said sweetly as she set it on the table.

"It's impossible to talk to her," Dani could hear Maddie say to her father.

In return, she heard Jack say, "Just let her be, Sweetcakes."

And then her room door was closed, and she collapsed onto her sheets, weeping.

"I told you not to cry, Dani. Told you not to wait for me," came an airy voice, but it resembled one she knew once.

"Danny…?" she said slowly, lifting her head from the pillow, a dribble of snot being wiped from her nose. "Is that you…?"

She looked up to find her brother standing by her closet, a white and gold almost superhero outfit donned on him, along with a hovering brass halo and large, feathery white wings. His presence was nearly see-through, his body a shadow of what it once was.

"I look funny, don't I?" he laughs, his eyes a strange yellow-gold. "Not the brother you knew, right? Well, I guess death does that to you."

"No, no," she argued, shaking her head. "You're not dead."

Danny came over and gave her a sudden hug, which felt like a summer breeze. "I see, so you're in denial. It's okay, Dani, I'm still here, but you have to accept that I'm dead," he says in a comforting voice.

Danielle sniffled but nodded. "You're right. You're … d-dead," she choked out.

He nodded sweetly. "Right. But that doesn't mean I'm not here for you, okay?"

She smiled faintly. "Okay."

With a kiss on the cheek he was gone, the only thing left was his brass halo on her hands.