A simple Angst fic about some random citizen of Amity who cries over a ghost-induced loss was the original idea. Easy, right? Not when evil plot bunnies show up in the middle of the night during your insomniac staring at the ceiling. No... I get random, vaguely funny drabbles that I'd never have thought of otherwise.

Topic 11: A Little Fall of Rain

Rating: K+

Genre: Short and flagrant Humour

Characters: Vortex, Danny, a teeny tiny, itsy bitsy mention of Paulina

Pairing: Teeny, tiny DannyxPaulina BUT NOT ENOUGH TO COUNT!

Summary: Vortex is bored. Danny's feeling like... bad, very bad. This will not end well. For Vortex, that is.

Vortex was bored. The world was mindnumbingly sunny. He stirred up a few clouds but his undead heart wasn't in it. He lounged lazily on a cotton-candy-cloud wondering what to do to make his day anymore interesting. And then he saw the halfa child who had spoiled his artwork last time walking home. He looked a little down. Time for a weather-based cliché! Vortex thought.

Danny had been having a really bad day, despite the decent weather. A combination of a Maths test that he hadn't studied for, an English essay he hadn't written, the hottest girl in school almost slamming her locker door on his fingers with great force and malicious intent, as well as Tucker asking if it was "that time of the month". His mood was not improved with the visit from not just Boxy, but Box Ghost and Lunch Lady (One word: EWWWW!). And it was most definitely helped by the small thunderclap which preceded a small grey raincloud emptying itself directly over his head. He looked around and up for his target as his ghost-sense activated. He immeaadiately found the cause of the new addition to his foul day. Lightning crackled in his personal thundercloud as he ducked into an alley and growled out his battle cry, "Going ghost." After the two white rings faded leaving behind his eerie alter ego, Danny Phantom, behind, he took off at top speed screaming bloody murder. "VORTEX!"

Up on his cloud, Vortex thought, Oh shi-talking mushrooms. He flew away very, very quickly.

Yay! Random Drabble! Don't own the Talking Mushrooms. They belong to Carmen Cortez, Spy Kid (which I had just finished watching when I wrote this). Random insomniac waking dreams are so weird, but that's when I get the ideas that end up being kinda cool. I'm a night owl. But I'm also a night owl whose writing at 22:50, whose parents are telling her to go to bed. And so I bid thee adieu.

Please review!

Pairings:

DoraxOC

VladxDani (fatherxdaughter)

PaulinaxDanny (one-sided)

DanixSam (one-sided)

DanxSam

DVM out!