Flight
A Danny Phantom Fanfic
by PrescitedEntity
Notes: D/S, some language. Attempted suicide.
Wow. This a beautiful view.
From here, you can see where the sky meets the earth. Stunning.
Still, nothing like flying. Danny has often described the sensation of flight. Soon, I'll feel it too.
Yes, I've flown with him before. It now leaves me wanting to feel it, alone, as my last living sensation. Alone, independently; independence is something I strive for. It'll be more fun that way.
I'm just delaying this, aren't I?
They say that slitting one's wrists is a gesture at best. Apparently, this method is nearly foolproof. That's why I like it: less of a chance of goofing it up.
Standing on this parapet, it is a delicate balance of life and death.
This really is a magnificent view, the last I'll see. A beautiful blue sky, the color of his eyes.
I close my own, and - freefall.
Flying by myself is exhilirating. More enjoyable.
I feel a sharp tug under my arms.
"Ahh!" What? Danny!
"Let go. Danny, let go!" I struggle to break his grasp. Damn. He's strong in his ghost form.
"No! What the hell were you doing?" He's not that dense, is he?
"What did it look like?"
"No, I meant WHY?"
"..." I can't tell him. It has always been hard for me to open up. The awkward silence stretches.
"You're not going to tell me." He sighs. He spills his heart to me sometimes; it makes me feel guilty that I can't do the same back. It's as though I've broken his trust.
"Listen. I don't know what's wrong. But I am not going to force you to tell me. I just want you to give it some time. And I am always here. No matter who else will listen, no matter whatever, I'll be here. I promise."
Somehow, that lifts a weight off my chest. He cares.
"Why bother helping me, Danny?" I already know the answer, but for some reason, suddenly, I desperately need to hear it from him.
"You're my best friend. I love you. And you jumped off a damned building. No, I would just let you end up as a blood splatter on the sidewalk." He holds me close to him, and hugs me; I revel in his embrace. We hover there for a while, silently. I break the sacred stillness.
"What was that middle part again?"
"Wha-uh...nothing!" He's visibly blushing, a shade of cherry blossom pink. It's so adorable, it makes me laugh. At that sound, his face lights up.
"No take backs, Danny. You love me." I smirk. He flusters again, unsure of himself. Inside, I hope fervently that this isn't a mere joke, though I keep it up to save face in case I would need an excuse later.
"I-"
"You LOVE me," I say, again. Then, on a whim, I tighten our embrace, and, after all this time, and with all the pent up emotion, I kiss him. What amazes me most is his face, more than the kiss. His snowy white locks, and emerald eyes. So different from his normal raven black hair and azure blue. And yet, equally dazzling. I want the kiss to last a blissful eternity. Adding to my euphoria, he doesn't seem to want it to end, either.
Ow. My lungs burn. I break off, abruptly, gasping for air. How could I forget I need to breathe? He looks at me, stricken. He doesn't get it, does he?
"Maybe you don't need oxygen in ghost form, Danny, but I do, as a human being."
"Oh." His features, downcast moments ago, are radiant.
"And Danny?"
"Hmm?"
"No take backs."
He smiles.
"No. Never."
I've changed my mind. Flying is more fun when you have someone to share it's joys with.
AN: I know, I didn't put in why Sam would want to do this; that's intentional. And I don't know if ghosts need to breathe, but worked better in the story. Please review. Flames will be used to roast marshmallows. Man, I need to get a better word processor.