Danny didn't know what he was doing.
Granted, most of the time he didn't. This was nothing knew. But he just...He didn't know what he was doing.
Everything was going great in Amity. Until it wasn't. Until the Guys in White came and had to ruin everything. Literally, they ruined everything. Because Danny had refused to surrender to them, the Guys in White had walled off Amity Park. And to get rid of their permanent ghost problem, well, they took matters into their, destructive hands. And if Danny hadn't been in the Zone at the time, he would have been able to save them. His friends, his family, his town.
He would have been able to save Sam.
Danny shook his head, immediately regretting the movement. He hurt, and he was tired and hungry. They nuked Amity, and they were smart enough to stick around just in case there had been any survivors. When Danny crawled out of that portal, and he saw the absolute wreckage of his hometown...Well, that would break anybody. But he didn't get the chance. They had locked onto his ecto-signature pretty quickly. Danny, thankfully, had more than enough experience outrunning them, but not without a few mementos to take with him.
The hole in his side had stopped bleeding. Mostly. And one of his shoulders was dislocated from when he had crash landed after being shot out of the sky, but that was okay too, because he was alive (sort of) and everybody else he ever cared for was ash. Everything was fine.
Everything was fine because it just had to be. Because if it wasn't, Danny didn't know what he was going to do with himself. Probably something stupid. Maybe even a little desperate.
Months ago, Sam had suggested this place in Westchester, New York. A place for people who weren't so different from him. He could stay over during the summer, and come back during the school year, just to see if he liked it or not.
It was his last play.
It was rude to just fly onto someone's property unannounced, so he opted to ring the doorbell at the big fancy gates instead. Nobody answered, but the gates did slowly open, so he figured that maybe that was answer enough.
The driveway was long, and walking was a pain, but the breeze was nice, and the smell of fresh flowers made him relax just a little bit. Because he was here. At this random place his dead girlfriend suggested one time several months ago. Because with everything else being blown to dust, this was the last tangible thing he could hope for if he ever wanted to be close to her again.
When he got to the front, there was a bald guy in a wheel chair, and a tougher, meaner looking man with wicked sideburns standing behind him.
"Ah, Mr. Fenton, I presume? My name is Charles Xavier," Bald guy said in his funny British accent. "Welcome to my school."
"Ah, just Danny is fine," he said. Climbing the stairs to meet the two men was probably the hardest thing about this trip so far. His legs were close to buckling. The tougher guy seemed to understand this pretty well, as he took Danny's backpack from him without a word.
"Logan will take your things to your room. In the mean time, why don't we go to the infirmary and get you patched up."
Danny was too tired to think. He just nodded and followed behind Xavier through the maze of hallways and identical doors. He was talking to Danny, he knew that, but his brain just couldn't process the words that were being said. It was like he was underwater, and if he focused on anything but staying afloat he was going to drown. And he had come to far for the bullshit.
"This is our resident medic, Dr. Hank McCoy," Xavier told him once they reached the infirmary. Danny blinked through the bright lights until he was able to focus on a large man with blue fur. He gave a tired wave, and the blue man chuckled before walking over to them.
"It's nice to meet you. Come, let's get you patched up. Then you can have a meeting with the Professor, okay, Champ?" "Yeah," Danny said, as Dr. McCoy led him to the bed. "Sounds good." He was asleep before his head hit the pillow.