A/N: Okay! School is over, I don't have to worry about summer reading for a while, and I was bored of waiting the rest of the six hours, thirty-five minutes and ten seconds until Storm Hawks comes on! …Not that I was counting down or anything….

Anywayz, so I'm typing up this chapter and asking: Would you guys read a new cross-over I'm working on? I've got the first chapter written already, and I wanted to know if anyone would like to see the very first DPxSH cross-over written! …At least, I'm pretty sure it is….

So, yeah, new chappy, here ya goes!!!

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"So, what happened?" Danny asked upon arriving at the scene with Sam. Dash and Kwan were there, as well.

"Looks like attempted suicide, but there's more than one set of prints on the knife," Tuck replied.

"The knife itself?"

"Stainless steel."

Danny twitched. Dammit.

Just don't touch it.

Easier thought than done.

"Dan?" Kwan was asking.

"Who was it?"

" 'Nother Jane Doe. Not another sister, I hope?"

"Ha ha, that's funny."

It kinda is when you think about it.

Mental glare.

…Shutting up now.

"Hey, Dan? Does that knife look familiar to you?" Dash asked suddenly.

"Huh?" Danny said, looking up. Dash pointed down at the knife, and Danny followed his finger to the piece of steel. With a shudder, he realized that he did recognize the blade. "Yeah, it does…." He turned on Tucker. "You said it was a Jane Doe?"

"Yeah."

"What could Doe have done to tick her off…?"

"Who?"

Danny shook his head. "Uh, nothing. Never mind. So, what do we have to go on?"

"The knife, that's it. You wanna take it down?"

"Uh…. Sure." Danny grabbed a glove and pulled it on before bending to pick up the knife. He hissed when he felt the steel through the glove, but it quickly turned to a yelp as the memory of the last time he saw that blade flashed through his head.

You recognize this blade, yes? …I'm going to kill you slowly….

He came out of the trance as the knife hit the ground. He cringed, backing away from the metal.

Sam was the first to notice. She turned to him, calling out, "Danny? What's wrong?"

Dash and Kwan noticed then, looking up and running over to help their friend.

"I—It's hers…," Danny mumbled.

"Whose?"

Danny's eyes rolled back, and he fell forward only to be caught by Dash and Kwan. Sam, worried, called Lancer, Val, and Tucker over to check on him.

"He fainted," Dash said as he checked Danny's pulse. "Other than that, he's fine."

"Get him down to the hospital and notify his uncle," Lancer commanded.

Dash and Kwan nodded, not wanting to know how Danny would react from calling in his still-angry guardian. With any luck, Vlad wouldn't try to kill Danny in the hospital.

…They were going to need a lot of luck.

4)!\9

Luckily, the group found out that Vlad and Danny had forgiven each other, though Sam still felt both men were hiding something. She had carefully snuck a recorder into Danny's room, but until he woke up, it was useless. After all, it wasn't like Vlad would talk to his nephew while he was unconscious.

Or would he…?

Sam reached for the wireless remote and began recording, listening closely as Vlad's voice filled the room.

"I'm sorry, Danny. It's all my fault. I knew that if I told Dash, she'd hear me, but I was so angry…. This is exactly why I pick on you about your temper!

"Now look at you! Because of my stupid mistake, you're in the hospital! Danny, I'm so… so sorry….

"Please, when you wake up, you need to tell me what she did. Danny, I need to know! You can't keep this bottled up inside like you're doing with Jo and Demo. Yes, I can tell. So many years of babysitting makes it easy to read you. Though obviously not as easy as it is for you to read me….

"Danny, I know you're going through probably ten rough patches at once, but I'm here to help! Trust me, little badger, I'll help you however I can."

Sam heard Vlad sigh before walking over to the door and leaving. She decided she could leave as well and did, the recorder still in action.

After all, it wasn't like she'd miss anything important.

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Paulina glanced up at her rearview mirror, adjusting it so she could see her own reflection. Besides, no one would be stupid enough to hit her. And if they did, her insurance company would make sure it was their fault. Otherwise, they'd find themselves out of business.

After all, Paulina always got her way.

She turned into the hospital, parking in the closest spot she could find. Looking at her reflection again, she ruffled her hair and smeared her makeup. With a satisfied nod, she twisted her shirt in her hands to give it a wrinkled look before getting out of the car and running in.

The nurse at the front desk was the first to notice Paulina's tears, though she didn't know they were false. "Excuse me, ma'am," she said, "what seems to be the problem?"

"M—M—My b---boyf—friend, h—h—h—he was br—br—ought in a f—f—few m—minutes a—ago!" she sobbed.

"Ma'am, I'm sorry, but only family is allowed in—"

"P—P—Pl—lease, I n—n—need to s—s—see D—Danny! H—H—He's alw—ways g—getting into t—trou—ouble, and n—now he's in th—the h—hospit—tal!"

"Ma'am, you can't—"

"H—He said—d he w—wanted t—to as—sk me s—someth—thing! He s—said—d it w—was im—import—tant!"

The nurse gasped lightly, again taking Paulina at face value. "You said Danny, yes?" she asked, turning to her computer.

"D—Danny F—Fen—nton," Paulina supplied, internally smirking that her plan was working so well. People were so easily influenced.

"He's in room 304, down that hall, fifth door on your right."

"Oh, th—thank you, ma'—a'—a'am!" Paulina sobbed before running down the hall. Outside the door, she glanced around to make sure no one saw her. Seeing no one, she walked inside, pulling on a pair of doctor's gloves she grabbed from her purse before she shut the door and pushed a chair against it. She turned to Danny, who was still asleep. He seemed even tinier—well, thinner, more fragile—with all the tubes and wires hooked up to his body. An oxygen mask was covering half his face, even. Paulina looked around quickly, seeing no cameras and smirking.

This would be even easier than she thought.

She walked up to him, digging out a knife from her purse. She'd checked every detail of her plan, every last one. So long as no one saw her leave, it'd be perfect.

It was times like this that made her actually glad she'd been the only cheerleader in the history of popularity versus the nerd-verse to have dated a nerd. She was pretty, popular, and smart. Who cares if a little sadism was thrown in every now and then?

Her plan was only helped along further by Danny's track record. She had checked this part very carefully. The poor boy, loosing his parents at such a young age, feeling the affects of that loss in his psyche. After all, once suicidal, always suicidal, right? Right.

She positioned herself next to his bed, sliding the knife into his hand and his hand into hers. Then, she cautiously, carefully, tediously traced the knife over the scars she knew he still had on his wrists. The first cut was a test run, not too deep in case he woke up and screamed. Luckily for her (but unlucky for Danny), he had built up a strong resistance to pain over the years since his parents' death.

She traced the cut again, deeper, drawing out a stream of blood that dripped nearly silently onto the floor. She switched the knife into his other hand, repeating the process on his opposite wrist.

She pulled away, leaving the blade in his hand, knowing that his grip was firm even in sleep. She smirked down at him as she pulled off first one glove, then the other, turning them inside-out and placing them in her purse as she bent down to whisper in his ear, "Sleep tight, my little puppy."

She stood erect again, smiling as two rivulets of blood slowly flowed onto the floor. If she was lucky, he would bleed out before anyone decided to check in on him.

She pulled out a small, clean, white cloth from her purse to push the chair back to its original place and open the door. Stepping outside, she closed the door again. Satisfied that her prints were nowhere, she resumed her grief-stricken girlfriend façade.

The nurse at the front desk noticed her come up and glanced at her. "Did—Did he get to ask you his important question?"

Paulina just barely caught herself from tensing at the sudden noise, her false tears covering it up as her shoulders shook. She turned back to look at the nurse with a watery smile. "N—No, h—he w—was st—t—hill a—aslee—eep. I—I j—just—t cou—ouldn't w—wake hi—im up—p."

The nurse smiled at her. "I'm sure he'll be up to ask you soon. Until then, you just keep yourself together. Your fian—Danny will be fine, I'm sure of it."

Paulina's fake smile grew as tears come to her eyes again. "Oh, th—thank you! I—I'm su—ure of i—it, too—oo!"

"Have a good day now, ma'am!" the nurse called out as Paulina continued out to her car. "Ah, young love…."

Paulina got into her vehicle, pulling away and rolling her eyes. " 'Your fian—Danny', ha! So simple…."

She drove away, pleased at her job well done.

4)!\9

At the same moment, a nurse was walking down the three-hundred hallway. The doctor there told her to go check in on the patient in 304.

She walked back to the room and slowly opened the door, humming slightly as she smiled. She loved checking in on the patients, she often had lovely conversations with them. After all, it was her job to keep the comfortable and encouraged during their stay.

The door swung fully open, and a scream echoed through the hospital as a knife clattered to the floor of room 304.

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A/N: Wow. It's rather scary what my mind can come up with. I mean, first the scene in Hidden Death where Clockwork basically carved up Danny, now this? Yowch. And books four and five have some gruesome stuff, too! X.X I think I get too caught up in these things…. TT.TT

Anywayz, there be chappy two of Fading! Oh, and in order to keep my chapter lengths about the same throughout this book, chapters three and four will be combined into one. Doesn't that make you all so glad? Byez, y'all!