beforehand
1) i have a splitting headache... like... maybe even a migraine (sp?) so please bear with me
2) having had it brought to my attention many a time, i've upped the rating
3) although there was popular request, there will be no shower scene just yet. please forgive me.
4) I realized after reading over it that at some points the character seems to be talking to the reader, but please do not flag this as interactive. I know that's against rules, but they're not supposed to be asking for your opinion, I just happen to have written it that way.
5) this chapter is 2 1/2 typed pages instead of the usual two... so... yeah. blame my attention span.
shoutouts
gabriella phantom - hooray for mental images! glad you're around for me to mention :-) and i was hyper today too
Anya - yeah, i guess it should be XD
rikagirls - lol, i dont have the energy to visit that one right now
crazyvi - hopefully. i've yet to decide if he does or not :-)
Mr. Snuffles - oh please pray that doesn't happen! i'd be so sad :-(
Nayias - s'ok! yes i try to work on it at every chance i get. thank you for answering my question, i know putting prnounciations into text is very hard to do but you did a nice job of it. lol.. a few people want the shower scene but I don't really want to write one DX mayhaps for the interest of my readers... we'll see if i can squeeze it into a future chapter. thank you for coming back Nayias-chan!
Forbidden Secrets - -ish glomped- yay! that makes me look forward to submitting them and seeing what you and my other reviewers have to say :-)
jet-phantom-flame - my bad! i'll up the rating XX
Bunny Bubble - -takes brownie and ish hugged obsessively- i only do what i can to please my readers!
Chaos inducer - hehe... thank you very much! yeah, i figured that in a crisis he would rather have the phantom close as possible than ignore him just because their friends and sister were there. sankyuu muches and i hope to continue to hold your interest
Dannychic - yay, a new fan! i'm so glad you're enjoying my work :-)
disclaimer
i own NOTHING! okay well i'm a packrat so i own a fuxx of a lot of random shit, but i own nothing danny phantom related, save this story and some pictures i printed off the internet and a few fanarts i drew :-)
Silent Departure
Chapter eight - Apprehensive Ante Meridiem ((Danny Fenton's POV))
"Danny...?" I choke as he lifts me by the collar of my shirt (from behind, causing said shirt to cling to my throat). "Danny, what are you..."
"Silence, you treacherous ingrate!" he snaps, flying away from Amity Park.
"Treacherous? Ingrate?" I repeat to myself, then protest, "But I haven't..."
"WHAT PART OF 'SILENCE' DO YOU NOT UNDERSTAND?"
I wince. I don't remember being disloyal or ungrateful... why would I do such a thing? I love him...
"Love?" he sneers. "You're a slut, ignorant to the true meaning of love."
"Danny..."
"WHO GAVE YOU PERMISSION TO SPEAK?"
I can only wince again. I can hardly breathe as is with my shirt collar still at my throat. I'm growing dizzy...
"Oh no you don't," he hisses, lowering us to the ground. "You're not getting out of this so easily."
He punches me across the face and I can do nothing but take it. What did I do to make him so mad? He grabes my collar again, the front this time, and yanks me into a kiss. It's now that I realize how he smells - and tastes - like alcohol. But... we're too young to drink...
"Remember that," he says as he pulls from the kiss. "Remember what we had. What you gave up. I want you to live in happiness, my love. With or without me."
He flies away before I can protest, and I try running after him. Looking to the sky, I don't see the cliff ahead of me until it's too late.
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Rudely awakened by the floor, the only thing I can say is, "Ow..."
Danny looks sleepily over my edge of the bed. "Comfy down there, love?"
I look around. I'm in my room. It's early morning... very early... three o'clock to be exact... three oh one... whatever. It was just a dream... no, a nightmare. Hopefully.
"Maybe," I reply. He pouts.
"If you find me that repulsive then just say so."
"I'm sorry, I didn't know how to put it nicely," I can't help but grin. His games of sarcasm are so cute.
"Well jumping out of bed in the middle of the night is not exactly what I'd call subtle."
"I didn't jump, I rolled," I say as if it makes some dramatic difference.
"Oh, like this?" he rolls out of bed and lands next to me.
"Something like that," I cuddle to him. He seems to not be sensing a disturbance in my mind, and we do need to get back to sleep, but as dim as his neon green eyes are, I know he's always willing to comfort me.
"Phantom... why are almost all ghosts evil?" I ask. "I mean... before they hold a grudge against you for defeating them..."
"Well," he says, "depends on the ghost. Skulker is tiny and wants to prove to himself that he can be a tough guy. Johnny 13 and Kitty died young and can't accept cruel fate. Ember is a power hungry pop dive. The Lunchlady just wants her menus to stay the same..."
"Okay," I interrupt, getting the point. "So something could happen to a good ghost that could make him bad?"
"Like the time we... er, I... was controlled by Freakshow's staff?"
"No, not mind control... like... say we were apart and something severe happened to me..."
"I'm anihillate everyone responsible," he says plainly.
"Even if it was an accident? Like if you were fighting a ghost and Dad blew the house up but somehow we all survived?"
He's troubled now. "Why are you asking me this, Daniel? Do you not trust me?"
I can feel him trying to probe my mind. "I just had a nightmare, is all," I confess. "I'm sorry, I'm tired and being paranoid."
"Then sleep," he says, not even considering accepting my apology. He's either really offended or really thinking about it.
"I don't want..."
"Sleep, Daniel," he turns away. "Goodnight."
"Goodnight..." I sigh.
((Danny Phantom's POV))
Wonderful. Now I can't sleep, and Daniel and I are on bad terms again. But honestly... why would he... I understand that nightmares can be scary but he's fourteen for crying out loud... Hell, he'll be fifteen in a month or so... yes I can't even remember my own boyfriend's... my own other half's birthday. But it doesn't matter now. Our simultaneous existance is risky enough to cut his life expectancy in half. I wounder if he knows that. I'm sure as Hell not going to tell him that now. But... what would I do in the predicament he offered? Jack is a clutz and it's bound to happen... I know it is... and I couldn't do anything about it because that would upset Daniel... so I wouldn't... I won't turn evil. No matter what happens, I will not turn evil. Freakshow won't control me... with Clockwork's help we changed the future... and I would never intentionally jeopardize my relationship with Daniel... I love him more than anything.
So what could he have dreamt to make him worry like that? What thoughts could possibly make him bring up such a touchy subject at such a time of night... especially when we just recently got over an emotional struggle? My face is suddenly itchy... more specifically my cheek, but I think nothing of it.
Is it possible... do I love him too much? Is there such a thing? There must be... those freaky, overly obsessed people you hear about on the news... but I'm not like that... am I? He's the one always eager to separate the second we're alone. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing him. I love holding him, I love talking to him, I love being with him, but I know some other things come first. I know I need to let him hang out with Sam and Tucker, and I do so with no jealousy. Sure, I kept a predatorial eye on Sam at first, but only because I knew how she cared for my Daniel. She'd never been one to try and pressure him into anything, but I'm sure you know how it is when you're in a new relationship with a great guy (or girl) and you suddenly feel like everyone is after him (or her). Sam has always stayed back, however, and now that they know about our relationship, I know she'll be respectful of my property.
I blink. Did I just call Daniel my property?
Okay, so maybe I'm a little obsessed.
((Jazz's POV))
My alarm goes off. It's 5:00 a.m. already? Geez. Time flies by when you're asleep. I grab my clothes and head to the bathroom. I turn the water on, then pause before taking off my pajamas. Do I really wanna take a shower without scrubbing the walls first? I shudder. I'm being rediculous... right? They wouldn't... no... they just... ahhh just get in the damned shower, Fenton.
Great now I'm calling myself by my last name. Fan-freaking-tabulous. Good thing I can shower quick sometimes. After my shower I blow dry my hair, get dressed, and head downstairs for breakfast. Mom and Dad hate that I get up so early, but it's the only way I can make sure I get everything done on time and done right. I'm in the mood for pancakes. I'll bet Danny would like some pancakes... too bad he's still asleep. Oh well. I take out the pancake mix and other ingredients, then start making the batter. I seem to be doing a lot with ingredients lately. I wounder if we'll have to mix ingredients in Chemistry class... we do have that test coming up... pay attention, Jasmine, before you spill something on yourself!
"Sweety?" it's Mom. She yawns. She and Dad must have pulled another all-nighter in the lab. They've been taking advantage of it since Danny stopped using the computer for his online roleplaying game or whatever every night. "Whatcha makin'?"
"Pancakes," I reply as she sits at the table, removing her hood and smooths her hair. "You want?"
"No thanks," she yawns again, crossing her arms and resting her head on them. She'll be asleep in a moment, but I stop what I'm doing long enough to run to the living room and take a small pillow from the couch. I run back, lift her head gently, place the pillow on her arms, then let her head rest on it. I turn to my mix and almost scream. The phantom is already pouring it onto a pan.
"Danny!" I hiss. "Do you have a death wish?"
"I can't sleep," he whispers. "Daniel had a nightmare a couple hours ago... he fell out of bed and it woke me up, and then he..." he glances at the stove. "What setting should I put this on?"
I eye him curiously, but decide not to pester. He seems emotionally unstable and I don't want to be the cause of worsening that. I reach over and turn the stove to the alloted temperature, then take the pan from him. "If you're hungry... you can..."
"That won't be neccessary," he says, hopping up and sitting on the counter. "I'm in no mood to eat."
I glance at him once more before focusing my watch on the pancakes. "Well... since you're here... if it's not too much to ask..."
He hops off the counter and starts cleaning up everything except the bowl with the batter in it. By the time everything is away, I have the first pancake ready. He sets out a plate for me to put it on and pours the batter for me to make another, then goes to the fridge and takes out the butter and syrup. He places them on the table carefully so as not to wake Mom, then hops up on the counter again.
"The smell will have Dad up here any minute," I warn.
"I know," he sighs, "I really should be returning to Daniel anyway. He never sleeps well anymore if I'm not there."
"But if he's asleep, then how does he..."
"He knows," he smiles. "I knew when you told him to stay with me yesterday."
I move the second pancake to the plate and pour the batter again. He goes intangible and flies straight up through the kitchen cieling, out of sight just as Dad bardges into the kitchen.
"Breakfast already?" his volume wakes Mom up. Not a sudden snap awake, though. They've been together long enough that his noise just brings her to a stir.
"Jack, Danny's still asleep!" she scolds tiredly.
"But it's breakfast time!" he turns to run upstairs. "He should be..."
"Dad, it's only 6:00!" I call. "Come back in here and eat. I'll wake Danny."
"What about breakfast, sweety?" Mom asks.
"You need your rest," I say, putting the third on a plate and pouring more batter. "I'll keep making pancakes until I run out of batter and I'll get Danny up at 6:30. Unlike me, he takes his showers at night, so it doesn't take him long to get ready at all."