I dont bring his nightmare up in the detention that he had managed to get at some point of the day, I just give him his assignment and wonder about how I can help this poor, depressed child in need of help, but obviously to afraid to ask for said help. I can start with the obvious dehydration and hunger by giving him some water and a snack and his lack of sleep by setting aside some time in class for free time, but I fear that that is all that he would allow me to do at the moment. He doesn't quite trust me as much as I would him to. He sees me as a teacher and not as a friend, and just be his downfall into endless depression. I need to help him while I still can because as soon as he kills himself, it will be far to late. I don't want to be to late and see a young adult take his own life.
"Danny, do you want some water?" I ask.
"No thank you, Mr. Lancer. Thanks for the offer, though," he replies, not looking up from his assignment. I guess he won't even let me do that small amount for him.
"Danny, forget about that assignment. I'm giving you a new one."
"But I'm in the middle of this one."
"I know. Your new assignment is to have a little snack and some water and to tell me what is troubling you." I need to help this young adult, even if I have to turn it into an extra credit assignment.
"You know what my problem is." His depressed icy-blue eyes seem to bear holes in my soul.
"I know, but it's more than that, isn't it? Someone is hurting you, aren't they?"
"No sir. No one has laid a hand on me other than that fight and this afternoon's fight with Dash." So that's how he got detention today.
"Why isn't Dash in detention if you where both fighting?" I sit on the desk in front of him and put my feet on the seat so that I am looking at him.
"Because he's a jock and I'm a geek. Jocks get special treatment around here. Haven't you noticed, or are you blind as well as bold?" I ignore the mean comment only because I know that he's just being defensive and doesn't actually mean it. I guess I have noticed that the jocks get special treatment.
"I'll do what I can to make sure that the jocks get punished for their misbehavior starting today. I'll give Dash his detention tomorrow."
"But then I'll be a snitch. No one likes snitches."
"At least have the water and snack then." I set a water bottle and crackers down on his desk and the water bottle is empty within seconds before he devours the crackers.
"Thank you, Mr. Lancer. Can I go now?" He asks.
"Not yet. You have to wait until 3:30 before you can leave. You are allowed to nap, though." He lays his head down and I see anouther bruise on the back of his neck that looks like someone had pushed him with a lot of force by the base of his neck to get him to his knees. He probably has a lot more bruises hidden away under his clothing. Poor child. He has never hurt anybody, so who would be evil enough to hurt him? I can only hope that it isn't his parents. I walk over to Danny and softly tap him do that I don't hurt the poor boy when the clock reaches 3:28 so that he can get his stuff together in time to leave.
"Hmm?" He groans as he stretches his limbs out.
"It's almost 3:30. You may pack up and leave if you wish." He throws his notebook and pencil into his bag and leaves, unaware that I am following him.
A/n I do not own Danny Phantom. This is a Danny/Lancer friendship fiction, so do not say that this is a Danny/Lancer fiction because that is gross. Mr. Lancer is far too old for Danny. I'm for gays/lesbians, but not a teacher and student relationship. I mean, ew!