Ectoplasmic Angel
Chapter 5
Drawing of Danny as an Angel can be found on my deviantart account: redheadsrock1010 DP Angel AU
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The sirens echoed in Tucker's head long after the ambulance drove away with the body. They'd been sitting in Sam's living room for over an hour discussing with the police about what they knew. They lied.
"Was anyone with her?" No.
"Is there any possible way for someone to have gotten in the house?" No.
"Did anything seem wrong with her before you left for school? Was she given a task of some sort?" No.
The police had obviously read their body language and felt awkward asking anymore questions. One brave officer started to ask another, but Tucker cut him off. "Why are you asking us these?" he growled, glaring at the adults. "The doctors already told us she died of a heart attack. What more do you want?"
Sam flinched under Tucker's hand. He tried to ease her pain by rubbing small circles on her shoulders, but that only made her retreat more.
"Well kid," the officer said, running his hand through his hair, "one of your neighbors reported hearing voices so we just wanted to check up on that."
Tucker and Sam stiffened and they both hoped the officers took that as offended rather than terrified. "She was old," Sam snapped.
The adults nodded sadly. "We're sorry kids, really. Is there any way we can get in contact with your parents, Miss. Manson?"
"No," she said curtly. "They'll be home at five."
"Would you like us to stop by and tell them?"
Tucker moved to intervene when it looked like Sam was going to blow a gasket. "We're fine and we can tell them ourselves. Can you please just leave us alone now."
The officers voiced their uncertainty at leaving two teenagers alone after such a tragic death, but they managed to convince them as long as the adults were allowed to stop by after five and check on them. Reluctantly, the two teens agreed and showed them out the door.
Not even three seconds passed before Tucker and Sam were racing upstairs screaming, "Danny!"
A warble came from Sam's closet and Danny's beautiful blue eyes poked out. "Fwwiiiiiinnnneeee? He made a startled noise when both of them wrapped their arms around him tightly. His surprise turned to pleasure as he rubbed against them happily.
"Yes, Danny," Tucker answered. "We found you." The teen hummed.
"Oh God," Sam sniffled, forgetting about Danny's love for religion. She was surprised when instead of hissing at her for her language, Danny's gentle hands reached up to wipe away the streaks on her cheeks. Sam tilted her head and almost laughed at the scared expression on his face. "Danny, I'm okay, I promise. I'm not hurt."
"Aaaaaaanmmmm?" he murmured, looking at Tucker. He was shaking too and it must have frightened Danny even more. "Ttteekkkkeerr!"
Both teens were now openly trembling as they clung to their companion. The shock was starting to wear off. "She was just here, Tucker," Sam whispered, squeezing Danny tighter. "She was just downstairs laughing and telling jokes."
Tucker buried his face into Danny's shoulder. "I can't believe- oh God of all the times."
"She always protected me from my parents," Sam smiled, laughing as tears dripped down her face. "Whenever they got these stupid ideas to put me in pink she'd always-" she cut off to stifle a sob.
Ida and them had always been close. Tucker and Sam were lonely and bored in the town of Amity Park, having no other friends and rarely any interests besides Sam being goth and Tucker loving technology, they learned to love the company of the older woman. She was what grounded them when they were having trouble finding the will to continue following the depressive cycle of life. No matter what they did, she never judged. In fact, she always laughed it off and explained that she had done far worse as a teenager, and she remembered exactly what that was like.
Death was quick. Death was ruthless. Death was empty.
And death was something Danny didn't understand.
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Danny was very nervous. His humans had told him to hide so he did, but when they came back they didn't come up to find him immediately. And the young Angel could hear other people down there with them. What if they were hurting Annnmmmm and Ttteekkeerrr?
His worries ceased when his humans called his name. He gasped and peaked outside the hiding spot only to be overwhelmed with happiness when they embraced him. Danny loved it when the mortals let him feel their skin. They were warm and the funny liquid felt good. He quickly shifted his fingers to touch their arms and was thrilled to feel that pulsating warmth beneath their flesh. He wondered why Geennmmaa Eeeena's had stopped. He wished he could ask his humans, but his grasp of their language was still minimal at best.
Sam was saying things in the mortal language so Danny leaned back to watch her lips, but was shocked to discover the liquid on her cheeks. She looked upset! What had happened? Danny's curiosity caused him to wipe at the streaks, but this only seemed to distress the colorful mortal more. He anxiously looked at the pretty skinned human for help, but his body was spasming.
Now Danny was terrified. What was happening to the bodies of his humans? Why were they so distressed? Danny could physically feel the copious emotions chasing each other out of their skin. They said God's holy name a couple of times, but Danny was too worried to care.
"Annnnmm! Ttteekkerrr!" he screeched in their language, relieved when they finally looked up. The colorful human said something to the pretty one and Danny only recognized one word. "Hhhooood!" he copied.
Annnnmm smiled, liquid on her cheeks slowly drying, and nodded. Danny trilled to show his happiness, and launched himself at his friends, tipping them over. They cried out, but Danny knew they weren't hurt because they smiled and rubbed his hair in that weird way that felt nice.
His mortals were so perfect. Danny decided in that moment that he was going to keep them.
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Danny tackled them, but the teens didn't mind at all. "Oh, wow, who knew he'd be so happy to eat food," Sam laughed, wiping her cheeks.
Tucker slapped his face to gain control of his emotions, of course this made Danny squawk and look at him weirdly. "You're the one who offered to feed him now. He probably wants more honey." From his position in their laps, Danny's head shot up with a trill. "See! You know how much he loves that stuff."
Sam shook her head. "How odd."
Tucker gently placed his hands under Danny's arm pits and lifted him off their bodies. Sam removed herself immediately before the kid decided he wanted to cuddle more. "Come on, Danny," she smiled, eyes red. To Tucker she said, "I have some apple cider if you want any."
"Hot chocolate too?"
"Definitely."
Tucker swore he read somewhere that comfort foods helped in times of depression so he felt like this would be good for him and Sam. The image of their beloved grandmother and friend appeared in his mind and he swallowed as he stood with Danny in his arms. The teen noticed his mood and poked him in the face. "No, I'm cool. Can you walk or do I have to carry you?" Tucker teased.
Danny actually thought about it long enough for Tucker to laugh at how serious he looked. "Come here," he snorted, bending down. Danny hummed and launched himself onto Tucker's back eagerly. It took a minute for the teen to adjust the smaller male comfortably.
"If you keep spoiling him like that, it's only going to make it harder for him when we have to go to school again," Sam commented from the doorway.
Tucker shrugged, smiling when Danny giggled at the movement. "We have the rest of the week off to morn." The male was surprised when Lancer told them he'd talk to the Principal about not only giving Sam time, but Tucker as well because he knew how close the two were to Ida. It was a very generous offer.
"Still," Sam commented, walking in front of Tucker as they descended the stairs to prevent him from falling. "He seems oddly attached to us."
"Maybe he was raised by wolves and we're the first people he's ever met."
"I swear to Go-osh, Tuck, no more television," Sam said, catching her slip in time.
Tucker gasped dramatically, "How will I ever survive?" knowing perfectly well that he had over ten electronic devices on his person currently.
"I'll break your PDA too."
"Do you see how mean she is to me," Tucker said to Danny who smiled and rubbed his face against Tuckers. "Exactly. Danny totally agrees with me that you have some sort of resemblance to the Wicked Witch of the West."
"Have you met my mother?" Sam deadpanned.
Carefully setting Danny down at the kitchen table, Tucker told him to stay. The teen warbled and patted the table in response. Satisfied that he was taken care of, Tucker turned to find Sam and noticed that her hands were shaking as she opened a cabinet. "Hey, Sam!" he announced, bumping her in the hip. "Did I ever tell you about that one time I tried to hug someone sexy and just ended up running into my mirror?"
It took a minute, but Sam's mouth twitched.
"And you know I love technology so much that I decided to name my hard drive "dat ass" so once a month my computer asks if I want to 'back dat ass up'."
Her shoulders shook as a hand reached up to cover her mouth.
"Oh! What about that time that I totally stood up to Dash and said 'I'd like to see things from your point of view but I can't seem to get my head that far up my ass'."
"Stop, stop!" Sam snorted, pushing Tucker's face away. "That did not happen."
"Danny, did that happen?" Tucker asked, looking back at the teen. Danny trilled. "See!"
Still laughing deeply, Sam remained hunched over but leaned up a little to look Tucker in the eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, but the smile on her face was far better than the expression it previously wore. "You're like 40% bad jokes."
"The other 60% is memes," Tucker joked, relived that his plan had worked.
Sam chuckled softly, returning to her previous task of pulling hot chocolate, sugar, honey, and cider out of the cabinet. "I feel like a good percentage of that needs to be reserved for your 'massively inflated ego'."
Tucker chuckled and playfully pushed her sideways. Sam rolled her eyes. "If you want to be helpful, go give Danny a tablespoon of this," she said, handing Tucker the jar of honey. "Just a tablespoon, Tucker! Don't you dare give him any more." The male mock saluted her.
As he approached Danny, he chuckled and spun the spoon around. "It's really odd that you like this stuff so much, huh buddy?" he smiled. As he adjusted himself in the seat next to Danny he noticed that the other boy was looking out at the family room. "Danny?"
Danny's eyes slowly blinked. His nose was crinkled in a fashion that reminded Tuck of someone smelling something bad. "Eeeeena?" he asked.
Tucker froze and he could hear Sam's breath catch. He turned to catch her eye and tried to convey that he would deal with this himself. "No, Danny."
The beautiful boy frowned and looked at Tucker in confusion. "Nwwwoo?"
Knowing he had to be gentle, the human nodded and placed his hands on Danny's shoulders. "She's gone."
"Gwoonnn?" he repeated, forehead wrinkling. "Geeeeooohhh? Aaaaihrrr?"
"Where?" Tucker whispered. "Danny, she's just gone. She died, she can't come back."
Now the teen look startled, eyes wide. "Nwwoo aaack?" His head swiveled to point at the couch in the living room. "Taaaairr!"
"She's not there anymore, Danny," Sam said with more force, moving to grab his hand and place it on her chest. "Her heart stopped working. You feel that, right? I know you like the way our heartbeat sounds, but hers stopped."
Danny's mouth opened and closed quickly as his fingers twitched above her pulse. Finally, he shook his head and made more motions to the couch. Tucker pulled his arms down. "Do you know what death is, Danny? That's what happened. She died. She's dead. She's gone," he choked, feeling the rush of heat and sorrow run through his body again. "S-she can't come back."
Sam and Tucker were both struggling to breathe again, and Danny finally seemed to make a connection. He sagged in his seat, looking back and forth between the two of them as they shook. His eyes once more looked for the person he expected to still be on the couch and made a distressed sound.
"I know, buddy," Tucker agreed. "Death really is the worst type of thief."
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The thick yellow treat was the greatest substance Danny had ever placed in his mouth. They were still in the room where food was made, and his two humans were sitting across from him and putting other types of liquid into their mouths. The stuff smelled sweet, but Danny clutched his own jar protectively. He couldn't believe his colorful mortal was letting him eat more than normal today.
Danny scooped another helping of the treat and absentmindedly looked back to where the human who would never return last sat. Sadly, he noticed, not even the sweetness of honey could get rid of the lingering taste of death.
A/N: One more update either tonight or tomorrow evening because this chapter is short. Finals are this week and I needed a stress reliever.
Don't forget to check out the drawing of Danny!