I Love You So
A Songfic By Roxeant
Introduction:
I know that songfics are really overused and stuff, but I had to write this one. . . it was just so beautiful. Danny Boy is an exquisite song about a father saying goodbye to his son as he goes off to war. It's an ancient Irish Aire. I'm twisting the theme around a bit and am making it from Sam's point of view, watching Danny go off to fight a powerful ghost. Well, here it is. I hope that you enjoy! If I get positive reviews, I might add more songfics.
Disclaimer:
I do not own Danny Phantom, though I wish I did.
My eyes were fixed on Danny, and I watched as a slow trickle of blue smoke was emitted from between his lips. Another ghost had escaped from the Ghost Zone, and it was Danny's duty to catch it and keep the world safe. I knew that he was saving lives and doing what he had to, but I still hated it.
It hurt every time I saw him go off to fight. I always was worried that he might get hurt, might leave me forever, might stay in his ghost form and go into the ghost zone, never to return to my embrace. But I had to live with it. What could I do? I could not selfishly keep him to myself and stop him.
Still, every time that Danny had gone off to fight another ghost, he had come back unscathed with a kiss and a joke for me, a twinkle in his eye and his black hair mussed. I would fuss for a little bit, and then we would forget about it. Or, Danny would forget and I would attempt to.
Ah Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide
This happened every single time that he was summoned to try and stop whatever fiend had escaped from his father's portal. Every time he went off to fight the ghost that had escaped, every time I would wait for his return, helping in whatever small ways that I could, even though I couldn't do much.
I could tell that this ghost was especially bad. How could I tell? Danny can feel the pulsating rhythms of a ghost entering this world, and he can tell how strong it is. His emotions react accordingly. He senses the ghost, and I sense how strong it is by observing his actions and expressions.
Danny stood up from his chair- we had been studying in his room, just the two of us- and reached out a hand to caress my cheek. I gave him a weak smile, my amethyst eyes the only clue to the pain that I was feeling in my heart of hearts. Danny noticed, as he always did.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed, and white with snow
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so
"I'm going ghost," he said, leaning down and placing a kiss upon my forehead. My onyx locks fell into my eyes, obscuring my view as I nodded my consent and stood up. I knew that Danny needed me to love him, and that I couldn't stop him from fighting. I would help in any way I could.
I sighed and pulled away from the gentle touch of his lips, albeit reluctantly. "Come on, Danny. I'll get the Fenton Thermos. . . I love you." The rest went without saying- I would stand by him and fight with him to the death. He smiled and placed a hand on my shoulder, leaning in close so that he was whispering in my ear.
"I love you too, Sam."
I almost melted then, but I knew that Danny needed me. The world needed him. He stepped back from me before beginning his transformation. He would need to be Danny Phantom for the fight. Two circular hoops of blazing light surrounded him, and soon I was facing Danny Phantom instead of Danny Fenton.
But if you come, and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead, as dead I may well be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me
Danny looped an arm about my waist, and I shuddered as a chill ran along my flesh. He had made us both insubstantial, and we were now gliding easily down through the floor that we had been standing on moments before. Soon, Danny Phantom, white hair, green eyes and all, and I were in his father's basement and lab.
"Be careful," I asked him imploringly, not daring to look at him.
He tilted my chin upwards and pressed his lips to mine in a fleeting, sweet kiss. I almost cried. "I will, Dear Heart, I will," he promised. "It's probably nothing. You do this every time I have to fight something big, dangerous. . . though if you keep letting me kiss you when you're this worried, I might get to like it."
"Go," I said, pushing him forwards. "Fight." Just then, something blue emerged from the Ghost Zone portal, pushing its way through. It was enormous, sinew and muscle rippling along its body as it clambered out of the narrow entranceway. It was a gigantic lion, its razor sharp fangs poised and ready.
And I will hear, though soft your tread above me
And o'er my grave will warmer sweeter be
And you will bend and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep in peace until you come to me
The lion charged, and as Danny dodged its deadly fangs I dashed towards a nearby counter about twenty feet away. There was the Fenton Thermos, just where Danny had left it. I smiled and picked it up, ready to suck up the gigantic lion when Danny told me to. I trusted his judgment.
As I ran closer to the duelers, I noticed that Danny's spandex outfit had been torn, and a trickle of blood was staining the black suit and turning the white parts of the fabric to a bright crimson color. He was bleeding badly, but he was still able to fight. I bit my lip to hold back tears and watched as the lion's fangs narrowly missed Danny's arm.
Danny turned towards me and gave me a tired, sad smile. He then turned towards the lion, all of his focus returning. A bright beam of green light shot from his hands, cannoning straight into the lion's chest. The lion was hit, and I knew that Danny had injured him. However, the lion charged straight for Danny once again, making a swipe at his throat. . .
But if I live and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts be just of me
But say a prayer to God for our dearest Island
I know He'll hear and help to set her free
I leapt forwards, throwing the thermos directly at the lion. It dodged, snarling malevolently, and then turned towards me. I had missed my target, but it was distracted from Danny. The great spectral feline stalked forwards on padded, ghostly feet, its moon-white fangs bared in a vicious snarl. I suppressed a shudder.
The lion catapulted at me, claws outstretched. The mark hit home, the sharp claws cutting the flesh of my stomach. Then Danny, who had retrieved the Fenton thermos, threw it at the lion once again. This time, it didn't miss. The thermos opened, and the great cat was sucked inside. It shook, and then lay still.
Then, Danny rushed to my side. He was bloody and bruised, but he seemed to be alright. Somehow, I knew that I would be too, even if I had been severely injured, more so than he was. The boy silently pulled my shirt off to survey the damage. My cheeks flushed from both pain and embarrassment.
And I will take your pike and place my dearest
And strike a blow, though weak the blow may be
T'will help the cause to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh Danny boy I love you so.
Danny smiled and pressed a cool, comforting hand on my exposed stomach. I winced in pain at first, but then grew accustomed to his touch as he prodded my torn and bleeding flesh, surveying the extent of my injuries. Even though I was in a bra with a torn up stomach and with Danny standing over me and trying to help, I felt good.
I knew that I had helped, that I had probably saved Danny's life, and that was worth any pain. I would have done the same thing again in a heartbeat. I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to ignore the pain throbbing through my body. Danny smiled slightly and pulled me up, leaning against a wall and letting me recline across him.
"I love you, Sam," he murmured, pressing his lips upon the back of my neck. I shivered with pleasure, but the pleasure swiftly turned to pain as my bleeding stomach suddenly shuddered with a nauseating throb. I winced and smiled up at him as I began to close my eyes in slumber. I knew that I would live, that I would be alright.
I would heal eventually. Danny was here to protect me, and I was there to protect him. Softly, I answered him. "I love you too."