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Btw Wes is a natural born halfa in my fanfic.
Chapter 6
Eventually the room lapsed into silence, long after Dash's unwarranted apologies ceased to make Danny and Wes curious. He was tired and felt sick in every sense of the word and somebody somebody saying sorry to him wasn't going to help anything, especially if he had no idea why the other was even apologizing for in the first place. Danny didn't care at this point, anyway. Not with beautiful nightmare still lurking in the back of his head.
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Something little shifted in the back of Danny's mid – little, but significant – and the sudden epiphany had the halfa leaning up and placing his head on Wes's left shoulder. "You didn't do anything; I should be the one apologizing..." Danny mumbled, as Wes and Danny moved back to the end of the couch. Dash shook his head, slowly at first, then with more energy. "No, Danny. You shouldn't be saying sorry. It's not your fault at all – none of this is your fault." Dash reassured.
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Ice blue eyes fixed on Dash's face. "But you didn't tell them to do it," the halfa's voice was stronger this time before holding Wes's hand once again. Dash averted his gaze and Danny shook his head slightly, eyes open and hard, brow furrowed and frown set on his lips. This made Wes even more protective of Danny. "So why are you sorry?" It was almost a whisper, but the blonde still heard it. Blue eyes avoided now-green ones at all costs, and thick fingers found certain portions of the couch extremely interesting. Dash's entire slumped figure just screamed guilty, before Wes just glared at the jock.
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With Wes's help Danny slowly, painfully, rose to his feet, hands shaking and black sleeves sliding back down his bruised arms. "You didn't have anything to do with this...Dash, you didn't." His voice shook and he crossed his arms, let them fall again and then clutched the front of the hoodie. Danny just hid behind Wes with total fear. It bunched up and pulled down away from Danny's neck, revealing all the marks there. Dash kept his eyes on the dark bruises. The halfa began to shake even worse as the silence filled the entire room, Dash's eyes flickering up to Danny's as he struggled to find something – anything, really – to say. "It's okie Danny I'm here I'm right here." Wes spoke to his boyfriend in a very soothing tone.
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Finally, "Dash, you didn't..!" Danny's voice cracked and the quarterback winced. That seemed to be enough to help him find his voice. "Danny, it's not what you think-" Before he could continue his explanation, Danny flung his arms wide with tears in his eyes and shouted, "You don't know what I'm thinking, Dash! What did you do?!" as Wes hugged Danny. The halfa hugged his boyfriend back with complete fear. Shaking fingers slammed against his chest as he tried to find a way to hold himself together, failing miserably as the flood of uncontrolled tears streamed down his face. Wes just glared daggers at dash with a vicious growl before gingerly rubbing Danny's back.
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"Nothing! I didn't do anything! I don't think – I didn't think – I don't...know..." The end of Dash's sentence came out as a tired sigh, and he spread his arms out, palms up, studying the tips of his fingers before pressing the heels of his hands hard into his eyes. There was the quietest of thumps as Danny finally collapsed on himself, falling to the floor, but again thankfully Wes caught him, Danny mimicking the jock as he covered his face with his hands. Dash took his hands away from his eyes and looked up, sighing again to himself as he slipped off the couch and to the floor to sit next to Danny and Wes.
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Before the jock could even reach out his arm to pull Danny's own hands away, the shaking halfa muttered out a dark, "Don't touch me." And a slap on Dash's hand from Wes. "Ow!" Dash said before he dropped his arm back to his side and reclined against the couch in defeat. A few quiet sniffles were muffled by black sleeves and at one point even a hiccup; it took Wes a few extra minutes to calm Danny down enough so he could speak clearly.
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"What happened," then, raising his head, "no – why?" His eyes were still green and Dash recoiled just the slightest bit. "I – I don't...Danny, I don't know." The guilty look was back and as Danny's eyesight began to blur again with tears and his face heated up, he briefly wondered why his anger was wired to his tear ducts. "What do you mean, 'you don't know'?! Dash, you said it wasn't what I thought it was! So what the hell was it supposed to be, because-" Wes just shook his head at Dash.
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"Fenton, shut up!" The strong voice yelling back at him quieted the halfa down almost instantly. "Don't yell at my boyfriend!" Wes growled at Dash again. Danny bit down sharply on his lip and sucked in, blood pouring out of the reopened injury; Dash felt bad almost as soon as he raised his voice. "Fuck," Danny whispered hoarsely. He managed to stand on his trembling legs and stumble into the kitchen with Wes's help of course, Dash following after he heard the water being turned on.
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Danny was leaning over the sink trying to rinse his mouth and face off, pink tendrils of water slipping between his fingers and splashing up to mix with his tears. "It's okay Danny everything is ok I'm right here." Wes repeat again as he gently very gently patted Danny's back. Dash sighed as he reached over Danny to grab a wash clothe off the counter, waiting until the two other teens moved away to get it wet. Ringing it out and passing it over to Danny, Dash mumbled out, "I didn't mean for this to happen."
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Nothing except averted eyes and quiet sniffles. "You weren't supposed to find out like this." There. Finally. A confused look flickered across Danny's and even Wes's face before giving way to the neutral expression again. "Find out what?" Danny asked, voice mumbled behind the wet cloth. Dash didn't answer right away, so Danny took the bloodied material away from his mouth, expression set hard and angry. "Dash, find out wh-"
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Wes gasped at and got really angry what saw he Dash do. The sentence was cut off and muffled by Dash leaning in quickly and pressing his lips against Danny's own bloody mouth; it was fast and innocent on Dash's part, but Danny broke away immediately and stumbled back with a startled cry. That's when Wes punch the Dash so hard giving the jock a black eye. "DON'T EVER KISS MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN!" The ginger haired boy screamed at the courted back before tending to Danny. Danny's back hit the counter top and he slid down against the cupboards to the floor, tears gathering at the corner of his green eyes and a shocked and sobbed mantra of, "No, no, no..." tumbling out of his mouth in a hoarse whisper, as Wes sat on the floor next to the halfa and offered him a hug.
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Of course Danny did hug Wes back kinda tightly with a sniffle. "Shit, Danny! I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking, I – I'm sorry." Dash kneeled down on the floor in front of the other teen, one hand half outstretched towards him. Danny didn't answer; he just curled up to Wes and hugged him bit tighter before mumbled something about going home. Dash sat back with a torn and grim frown on his face. "Danny, I'm not gonna...I'm not going to hurt you." Wes just rolled his eyes of what dash just said.
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"Then why did you just do that?" Finally Danny looked up, the confusion, hesitation and fearful anger all evident in his face. "Yeah why did you do that?!" Wes asked as well after cocking his eyebrows. Dash froze. "I didn't mean for this to happen." He muttered out eventually, glancing down at his hands. Danny's voice was cold and slightly unnerving when he spoke next. "That wasn't my question." The ginger haired teenager was glaring very very angrily at the jock.
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The quarterback shrugged half-heartedly, his hesitation preventing him from glancing back up at the halfa. A frustrated growl sounded out around the room and a ball of (mostly harmless) energy hit Dash in the chest, knocking him back and winding him. He managed to look back up seconds before Danny and Wes now in ghost mode, they phased through the wall and disappeared outside. Dash sat in silence for a while, letting the fact that he had royally screwed up sink in. "Fuck," he whispered.
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Danny made it home that night on pure adrenaline and Wes's help of course. In his mind, Danny was running from something – someone – and he'd only feel safe once Danny was in his own room and in his own bed. Turned out that even when Danny got there, the halfa still didn't feel safe except for Wes being there that was the only thing helping him feel safe. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Danny shoved the fact down that he had felt more secure with Wes there then when alone with at his house. Danny had, at least, up until the point when the other had kissed him. Then Danny had just been freaked out.
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When Danny finally worked up the nerve to go up as he held on tight to Wes's hand to the bedroom door and peer out into the hallway, he found a note taped to his door explaining that Jazz was at a friend's house studying for exams and his parents were out at a ghost hunting convention that would last until the end of the week. It was only Tuesday. The halfa had tried to lay down and force himself to sleep, but he was too uneasy. Even with Wes laying right next to him, Danny wasn't even comfortable enough to sleep at all anymore. It was going to be a long week.
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