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Btw Wes is a natural born halfa in my fanfic.
Chapter 4
It took Dash and Wes almost fifteen minutes to coax Danny down off the last three steps and down to the couch. After a while, Danny even picked up Kwan's old controller and started fiddling with the character on the screen. With half open eyes, Danny watched as Dash and Wes massacred a small group of enemy soldiers and continued to tromp through the bloody snow. What game was this?
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The halfa dropped his controller, letting it slide off the couch and to the carpet. He drew his knees up to his chest, looping his arms around his knees and resting his head on top of them. and the couch dipped as Dash swiveled to face the compacted figure. Wes put down his controller and sat down on the floor with Danny.
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Dash sighed heavily before clearing his throat. "Fenton-" The quarterback cut himself off guiltily as the other jumped slightly. "Danny. look, I'm not going to force anything out of you, because- well - goddammit..." Dash trailed off, trying to control his stuttering. He pinched the bridge of his nose, furrowing his brow in frustration.
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"You saw me as a ghost." Danny spoke up finally. Dash took a few seconds to respond. "Y-yeah. You're Phantom. Me and Kwan kind of pieced that together." Danny turned his head sideways, a distrusting look on his face as he settled his tired gaze on Dash's. The jock swallowed hard. "Just don't tell anyone ok?" Wes said before staring at Dash with a serious look. "We already agreed not to tell anyone, if that's what you're worried about. But that's not really what I wanted to talk about." Dash replied with a sigh.
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Danny's eyes hardened, a glare being leveled at Dash as he continued. "Danny, look. You don't have to answer me or anything, it's just..." the blonde sighed, running his hands through his hair and over his face as Wes got suspicious of what Dash was trying to hide. "Okay. I know...I know someone hurt you. Maybe a few someones, I don't know that, but I know it wasn't ghosts that did it." Dash replies again.
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Half way through Dash's sentence, Danny had begun to shake and he hid his face back in his Wes's chest. The halfa shook his head slightly. Dash's temper spiked.
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"Danny! Your fucking jeans were undone and bloody! I saw the bruise on your hip, and it was a perfect hand print! This cannot be ignored!" Dash reached out and grabbed onto Danny's shoulder, the guilt coming back full force as the ebony haired teen jerked harshly at the sudden contact. "Dash Danny is very sore there!" Wes growled at the jock. Everything fell silent as Dash watched blue eyes swirled with green begin to water.
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Danny bit down hard onto his lip, the opposite hand grasping Wes's. Dash slowly let go of Danny's bony shoulder. The jock lowered his gaze to the half hidden hand grasping Wes's lightly as if he would lean down and kiss the bruised knuckles. Wes slowly pushing the black sleeve up, the quarterback brought his gaze back up to Danny's wide, frightful eyes.
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The beaten teen had his unoccupied hand covering his mouth, as if to stop any sound from coming out. When the sleeve was pushed up a little past Danny's elbow, the tears finally fell and Dash looked back down so he wouldn't have to see them. Wes was drying Danny's tears as dash just sighed. The bruises littering Danny's arm was even worse, though.
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Dash lightly traced over them, rubbing calming circles into the pale, marred flesh. "Danny, I want to help you...But I can't if you won't let me in." Dash said in a calm tone before looking at Danny again. "I also want to help you too." Wes replied with a calm tone as well.
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Calm, worry, panic, fear. Right back down to calm again. Danny watched with blurry eyes, trying to keep his breathing in check as Dash traced over the bruises with tender calloused fingers and his head hung low. Wes was talking to Danny in a nice soft comforting tone.
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Slowly, he allowed his muscles to relax, fingers uncurling from their death grip as Dash continued his movements. Danny just continued to hold Wes's hand not wanting to let go. Suddenly, seeing the bite mark on Dash's own arm, Danny jerked his limb back and sucked in a sharp breath. "Did - did I do that?" The halfa glanced up at the quarterback, finally noticing the cut on his cheek.
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"And that, g-god. I'm sorry, I - I didn't mean to-" Dash cut himself off with a sharp, "Hey!" Danny flinched back on instinct. "Dash speak in a softer tone!" Wes whispered to the jock before glaring at Dash again. The blonde looked reproachful, but continued on with a softer tone. "Don't apologize to me. You were in panic mode; it was my own damn fault. I pinned you down, which was a really stupid move," Dash paused as Danny looked away for a few seconds before looking at Wes, biting his lip again. And I'm sorry. But no amount of apologizing is going to fix this. I just - I need you to trust me, okay?"
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With the words, Dash held his hand out in invitation, steadily gazing at Danny's battered and worried face. At first, Danny simply turned to face Dash, but slowly, ever so slowly, he grabbed Dash's hand with his unoccupied hand, to play with the quarterback's relaxed fingers. "Alright," Danny finally whispered. Dash and Wes smiled brightly back at him.
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Danny had fallen asleep on the couch with his head on Wes's lap, a while after Dash had continued his video fame conquest. Wes was just watching Dash play the video game. The quiet noise of Black Opts 2 and Danny's light snoring were the only sounds around the trio, until Dash and Wes started hearing mumbling. Danny was talking in his sleep. Or, more like pleading with someone, as the case was.
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Dash tried to ignore it for as long as he could but Wes was just humming a comforting song, but Dash's skin was crawling with guilt and anger and sorrow for the sleeping teen. In the span of a few seconds, the sleep talk had gotten way too disturbing for Dash's comfort and Wes's comfort. He paused the video game and turned towards the curled up ball that was Danny, the controller behind him on the couch.
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Wes and Dash quietly tried calling Danny's name a few times, not wanting to touch him and scare him, but he quickly realized he'd have to do just that. Dash sighed, irritated with himself, but he very well couldn't just let Danny have a nightmare if he could do anything to stop it. Dash placed his hand on Danny's side, pulling the hoodie back down from where it was riding up. Wes kept his focus completely on Dash as he whispered "If you touch Danny inappropriately I'm gonna beat you up!"
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Pushing Danny gently onto his back, Dash kept his hand on the teen's hip and leaned over him a bit to brush his bangs out of his face. "Danny, come on. Wake up," his voice was accompanied by a light shake of Danny's hip and Wes's hand soothly running through Danny's jet black raven hair hoping to stir him awake. It worked. Slowly, the halfa's eyes slid open, teary and blurry from sleep and bad dreams.
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Danny opened his mouth to say something, but all that came out was a choked sob. Dash helped Danny sit up, watching Wes comfort him. But Dash not knowing what to do to comfort Danny.
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