Ectoplasmic Angel
Chapter 3
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"Sam, I'm not pulling your leg. This kid legit landed in my tree," Tucker deadpanned when his friend sent him a very unamused look. Sam turned to watch the teen who continued to smile happily at them.
"So what's his name?" Sam asked, jerking backwards when the kid made a curious sound and grabbed her hand. Tucker stifled a laugh at how interested Blue Eyes was in her black nail polish. It seemed like pretty much anything could grab his attention.
"Well considering he speaks an entirely different language than us, I haven't exactly been able to ask," Tucker replied. "I've just been calling him Blue Eyes."
Sam rolled her eyes and scooted forward to catch Blue Eye's attention. The teen watched her as she pointed to herself and said, "Sam. S-A-M. Saaaaammmmm." Blue Eyes blinked at her. "SAM. Ssssaaaammmm," she tried again.
Blue Eye's mouth moved in an over exaggerated fashion, but no sound developed. Tucker recognized the motion from earlier and knew the kid was simply trying to mimic their lip movements, not actually speak English. Getting an idea, Tucker pulled out his phone and downloaded a translation app. As soon as the phone was out again, Blue Eyes reached for it. "No," Tucker said, sternly, moving the device away from the teen's grabby hands. Blue Eyes frowned, but thankfully listened. "Sorry, but I don't trust you too much with my baby."
Sam was grinning. "I have a feeling he's going to be the cause of several broken pieces of your so called 'babies' in the near future" she quipped, referring to Blue Eye's interest in all things technological and his uncanny misunderstanding of everything's function.
Ignoring her teasing, Tucker placed the bottom of his phone near the other boy's mouth. Though Tucker pointed enthusiastically at his own mouth, other than making a confused warble, Blue Eyes stayed silent. "This is so frustrating."
Sam stole the phone from him. "He's not an animal, Tucker," she voiced, sitting comfortably in front of the boy and looking him in the eye. "Hey, Blue Eyes, do you want to talk to me? I bet you have a bunch of interesting things to say."
The boy tilted his head but seemed to recognize the friendly tone and began to enthusiastically speak in whatever special language he knew. Sam cringed slightly, still not used to the variation of soft and rough sounds. Both teens were thrilled when the language translator recognized something.
"High German and Latin?" Tucker voiced, confused. "Are you serious? Out of everything he just said, only two words were similar enough to German and Latin to translate? Dude, what the heck kind of language are you talking in?"
"It says 'Haustier' and 'Pingo,'" Sam read out loud, sending the giggling bright eyed boy a weird look. "Why in the world is he using the words color and pet in the same sentence?"
Tucker reached out to brush the thick, dark locks on Blue Eye's head. The teen went crosseyed trying to follow his hand and hummed softly. "Maybe he wants us to pet him?" he laughed, ruffling the teen's hair into a wild hurricane of stray bangs and curls.
Sam snatched his hand away. "For God's sake, Tucker, he's not a dog," she hissed. Both teens suddenly noticed that Blue Eyes jerked to attention. Sam tried again. "Uh, dog?" she asked, wondering what part of their language he had understood.
"Oh, wait!" Tucker exclaimed. "Earlier I said 'oh my God' and 'hell'"- Blue Eyes made a high pitched noise- "and he got upset."
"So he's a religious nut?" Sam murmured, giving the confused boy an appraising look. "He doesn't look foreign, but he doesn't seem to understand anything about technology either which is odd for an American."
"He tried to eat a leaf earlier," Tucker added.
"Okay, so he just doesn't understand anything in general," she sighed, closing her eyes and resting her head on her knees. "But he recognizes the English words for God and Hell." Blue Eyes hissed, but they ignored him.
Tucker and Sam sighed, both knowing they had their hands full with the responsibility of taking care of a strange boy who fell out of the sky. If he had any family, they needed to bring him to them as soon as possible, but the problem was they couldn't understand the kid yet. They could bring him down to the police station to do a DNA test, but for some odd reason both of their guts told them that was the wrong choice. Blue Eyes seemed really lost, more than any person should be. It was almost like he'd been kept in a cage all his life.
"God has judged," Sam whispered, suddenly. Tucker turned to look at her and Blue Eyes gave a soft trill of noises. At her friend's questioning stare, the female smiled. "His name, God has judged. It means Danny."
Tucker laughed. "Well he did fall out of the sky," he snorted. "It fits. What made you think of that?"
Sam shrugged. "Those blue eyes, the pale skin, the dark black hair, his naive and innocent curiosity of everything," she explained, smiling softly at the teen who was watching them intently. "He just reminds me of an Angel."
"A fallen one," Tucker snorted.
"Yeah, a fallen one, but still an Angel all the same."
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The ancients never told Danny humans were smart.
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"So what do we do now?" Sam asked, sitting up. "I can probably hide him in my house, but if my parents see him I'll have to listen to their whole spew of racist, xenophobic comments all over again. I already suffered enough during Thanksgiving dinner."
Tucker snickered. "Did they make you wear a dress- ow!" he cried when Sam socked him in the arm.
All joking aside, he honestly understood where she was coming from, but he was an awful liar and knew that he'd never be able to keep the newly named Danny a secret if he stayed in his house. Eventually they agreed that Sam's place was the only option.
"Well, I guess I'm driving him," she said, standing up and reaching for Danny's hand. The boy looked shocked and excited at their intwined fingers and began to point and smile at Tucker.
Tucker laughed. "Yeah, yeah, I see you. You're going to be staying with her for a while, okay? Sam's going to watch you, but I'll be over all the time, I promise."
Danny paused and his lips moved several times before sounds finally came out. The first noise was in his own language, but they definitely recognized the second second half of what he said. "Aaaannnnm," he slurred, face crunched up in concentration.
Sam and Tucker gasped, huge grins spreading across their faces. "Did he just say my name?" she asked, smug.
"He's really trying," Tucker breathed. "He really can speak English if he tries. Oh God- sorry, gosh- Sam, you have to keep trying with him. I'll sneak over tonight as soon as I can."
"Do you really think we can teach him English?" Sam asked. "We need to get him back to his family, and if he actually has one this can technically be considered kidnapping."
The two teens looked at their new companion and felt a small warmth smother them. Despite having no idea what they were doing, and being extremely concerned with the legal complications behind their actions, they knew this was right.
"Hey, Sam," Tucker asked, smiling softly, "you ever get the feeling that you're a part of something important?"
The girl's smile mirrored his own. "I do now."
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Danny was thrilled. Somehow, someway, the mortals had sounded a name for him. He didn't know what his name was in their language, but he knew it was probably great because the colorful human said Gods name when describing the one they had given him.
Despite having been tossed out, and still grieving over the loss of his friends above who were probably worried sick for him, Danny felt special about being connected to God, even if just in name.
He knew he was luckier than most. He'd heard stories about Angels who were stripped of their wings before falling, but Danny had been blessed enough to keep his. They were tucked safely away under his large garment.
Maybe he'd show the humans the later! Danny bet they'd love them.
The pretty skinned mortal seemed upset about something and then Danny realized the colorful one was dragging him towards the window. Oh? Were they going somewhere now? As soon as the colorful human opened the wall to allow the outside air to flood in, Danny jumped out the space, laughing.
He heard two screams from the special place he had departed from and looked up as soon as his feet touched the ground. The two mortals were leaning out the opened wall and making odd choking noises. Danny supposed that maybe a mortal wouldn't have survived the fall.
"Do not worry! I am unharmed!" Danny trilled, smiling and waving. The pretty skinned mortal hit himself in the face with his own hand and seemed to be making loud grunts of disbelief and annoyance. The colorful mortal was banging her head against a part of the first human's special place.
Danny gave them a weird look. Mortals were odd.
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"Tucker," Sam hissed.
"I know, Sam. I saw the same thing you did," he moaned in response, covering his eyes. "What in the world did we get ourselves into?"
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Sam Manson knew how to deal with children, and currently she easily found herself comparing her new companion to a four year old.
Danny had absolutely refused to wear a seatbelt- the screeching noises he made when she'd tried to buckle him in made her go deaf for a good minute- and for the past five minutes he had been occupying himself by sticking his head out the window.
"You know, you're making it very hard to defend you from Tucker calling you a dog," she muttered, gripping the steering wheel tighter. Danny turned his head slightly to look at her, but his mouth remained open as he leaned out the side of the car.
"I am going to laugh so hard if you choke on a bug," she continued. Danny warbled happily.
Sam almost turned on the music just to see how he'd react, but she wanted to live to see another day and decided against the idea.
When they finally pulled into the driveway, she breathed a sigh of relief. No cops had pulled her over which meant Danny not wearing a seat belt went unnoticed. Speaking of Danny, the kid was making confused, unhappy sounds because the car had stopped. He turned his wide eyes to her.
"Oh no way," Sam scoffed. "Ride's over. You're cute, but not that cute."
The teen hissed and turned his head away to finger the buttons on the side of the door. He got frustrated when he couldn't make the door open like she had. Sam got out of the car and took pity on him, opening his side from the outside. Danny made a pleased noise as he watched the device work.
Taking no chances, and praying that her parents were still in the game room on the other side of the mansion, Sam grabbed Danny's arm- ignoring his thrilled humming- and maneuvered him though eight rooms in the house and towards the stairs.
Before Sam could even think about hiding the teenager, someone appeared in the room behind them. "Well, dearie, if you wanted to sneak a boy in so badly, you could have just asked little old me for help."
Sam clutched her chest. "Jeez, grandma Ida! Don't give me a heart attack, my parents already do that enough," she groaned, unsure of how to explain Danny's presence, but thrilled it was only her grandmother that had caught them.
Ida smiled kindly at the boy who stood frozen, staring at her. "And who might this young man be?"
"Grandma, this is Danny. Danny, this is my grandma," Sam explained, pointing back and fourth. "He's, uh, not from around here and is just visiting to learn more about our culture."
Danny hadn't moved yet so Sam took that as a sign that he was overwhelmed with the current situation. "Well, thank you for not saying anything, grandma, but I really should be getting Danny to study. The English language is one of the hardest things to learn."
Ida laughed. "Don't I know it, sweetie." The old woman suddenly turned to Danny. Her eyes softened as she scanned the outline of his body.
Danny just hummed happily, but Sam felt a little weirded out by her gaze. Could her grandma see something about Danny that she couldn't?
Ida suddenly placed a gentle, shaking hand on Danny's shoulder and smiled warmly. "You're really special, young man," she whispered, turning to her granddaughter. "Take care of him, Sammy."
Sam nodded, feeling the heaviness in the atmosphere. "Yeah, sure thing. I love you, thanks!" she said, dragging Danny away from her grandma.
Ida chuckled when they left. "She has no idea what she's gotten herself into."
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The mortal in some sort of sitting device seemed nice enough, but Danny couldn't help but wonder what those strange numbers floating above her head were.
And why were they counting down?
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A/N: I only have one more chapter that was pre written before posting this story so I'll try to have it up by tomorrow. I've had so many good guesses for why Danny was kicked out of Heaven! Anyone want to take a crack at the situation with grandma Ida? How do you think the Fentons are going to be involved in all of this? Vlad?