Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
AN: Here's a little 300 word dribble for the occasion.
Deathbed
All these years, Danny Fenton had lived with the fear of what would happen if he ever lost control, if he ever gave up his humanity. In his mind's eye the awful wasteland Dark Dan had made of the world seemed to hover over his bed. Even now the promise he had made to never let that happen held him. He had kept that promise, each day, with every breath, year after year.
He blinked the nightmare away and the hospital room came back into focus. The lights were low and the soft beeping of the machines was muted as they monitored his life signs- such as they were. Tubes snaked in and around his body, with the purpose not so much to keep him alive, as to keep him comfortable.
His beloved Sam. Smiling through her tears: still beautiful, still in love. He knew how fortunate he was to have had such a companion to have shared his life with. Their children and grandchildren had gathered from the far corners of the world and beyond to say one last final goodbye. Mercifully the press, officials, and even the ghosts had been barred from the room to give them the gentle dignity of privacy for these final hours.
There was a long slow exhalation that was not followed by an inhale. With that the last of his humanity peacefully slipped away.
The ghost within him, finally freed from its long imprisonment in the failing human shell, rose and flexed, enjoying the rush of power now that it was no longer bound by the morals of its human self. It laughed. The human had kept him serving the Greater Good for the better part of a century but now he was free to begin his reign of terror.
It was inevitable.