Hello every one. Sorry it took so long. Had such a bad case of writer's block. It took me getting fired from one job and starting a new one to find my muse again. (She was trapped in my desk. She survived on old cheetos.) Well here it is.

Chapter 8. Detention.

Danny arrived in Lancers Classroom with a few minutes to spare. Taking a seat in the front row, Danny laid his head down and prayed for the day to be over. Dash arrived moments later. Picking the seat next to Danny, Dash sat and just stared at him. He couldn't understand why he would be hiding such a bad injury. How did something like that happen anyway?

Lancer entered the room, momentarily putting a stop to Dash's train of thought and causing Danny to slowly raise his head.

"Ok boys, it's seems that you have some problems working together. I know that you have had problems in the past, which was one of the reasons I paired you two together hoping that you could work everything out on your own. What I want from you two, for this detention, is to talk to each other. Reach some kind of understanding. I will not have you two fighting all year in my class. It gets very tiresome. Now I'm going to leave the room so that what ever is said will be between both of you. However I will be close enough to here yelling. If there is any yelling, This one detention will turn into a months worth. Do we have an understanding boys? Lancer finally asked. Dash and Danny both nodded. "Good. I'll be back in 15 or 20 minutes to make sure you haven't killed each other. Talk nice." With that Mr.Lancer got up and left the room, softly closing the door behind him.

Dash returned his gaze to Danny, who was staring down at his desk. A few minutes pasted in a strangled silence.

"WHAT!?," Danny finally snapped, "Would you stop staring at me already. Nothing is going to happen really!" Dash shook his head, like he was coming out of a trance. "Geez Fenton, I was just thinking. Didn't know it was a crime." Dash sneered.

"I told you, don't call me Fenton. I HATE that name." By this time, Danny was out of his seat and pacing, and growing louder with every work he said. " I HATE who it represents. I HATE HIM so much. I HATE…" Danny didn't get to finish the sentence, because Dash way now out of his seat and had a firm hand placed over Danny's mouth.

Leaning close to Danny's ear he whispered, "Are you trying to get us in even more trouble. I DO NOT want a months worth of detention, just because you can't keep your voice down!" When it was evident that Lancer must not have heard, Dash told Danny, "I'm sorry about the name, it just slipped my mind. I'll try harder not to let it happen again. Ok now I'm going to let you go."

Dash let him go and turned him around. What he saw shocked him. Tears were running down Danny's cheeks, and his eyes were glazed over, as if he were miles away. As Danny backed away Dash could hear him pleading piteously over and over again. "I'm sorry. Please don't hurt me. I'll be good. I'm sorry. Please!"

Dash could only watch in shock as Danny sunk down against the wall, tucking his knees up under his chin. Dash slowly approached the shaking boy, talking in a soft, soothing voice the whole time. "I'm sorry Danny. I didn't mean to scare you. I didn't mean to hurt you. Please, it's ok. I won't hurt you. I'll never hurt you again. Please you have to believe me." Dash was now eye level with him.

Danny's eyes slowly cleared and he was able to focus on Dash's face. He let his legs relax as Dash sat down next to him. Dash carefully put an arm around Danny's shoulder saying, "Are you ok now? I didn't mean to upset you. I just can't afford that many detentions." Without realizing it, Danny had laid his head on Dash's shoulder. This was the first time in months some one touched him without hurting him. Danny slowly nodded his head, to indicate that he was all right now.

Meanwhile, Mr. Lancer peaked through the door to make sure they were still alive. Seeing them sitting together on the floor, Lancer turned and walked quietly away, a small smile on his lips. He was positive that they wouldn't be killing each other. Atleast not anytime soon.

Danny finally calmed down enough to realize that he was, for lack of a better word, snuggling with another mans. And not just any man, no this was the captain of the football team, Mister popularity himself. Danny raised his head until he was staring strait into those beautiful sky blue eyes. 'Wow' was the only clear thought going through his mind. Little did he know that Dash was having a very similar thought about Danny's own icy blue eyes.

Dash put a hand on the back of Danny's neck and softly touched their lips together briefly before kissing Danny firmly. Dash was alittle surprised to feel Danny's tongue run over his lips, asking for entrance, which was quickly granted. Minutes passed in pure bliss, before the lack of Oxygen forced them to pull apart..

Lancer chose that moment to reenter the room. Dash and Danny were instantly on there feet. "Well, it seems that you two have worked something out. I hope you can remember that tomorrow at school." Mr. Lancer said, trying to keep a strait face.

Both boys nodded and replied 'Yes Sir' "Good, then your detention is over. You're free to go." After gabbing there books they both walked out of the room together. Once they were out side, Dash grabbed Danny's books and tossed them on the ground before pinning Danny against the wall, and proceeded to continue what they had started in Lancer's classroom. M inutes flew by as they explored each others mouths. They finally ended the kiss, gasping for air.

"I better head home. I'm going to be in enough trouble when I come home late." Danny told Dash. "I'll see you tomorrow in class." Danny started to push away from the wall when Dash grabbed his chin softly and kissed him very gently on his already bruised lips. "I will see you tomorrow, and hopefully every day for a long long time." Danny smiled and said softly, "I think I might love you." With a small laugh, Danny grabbed his books and headed for home. He didn't notice the hope that shone in Dash's eyes. Some one who loved him for him. That might be nice.

Danny took off running, feeling happier and lighter than he had felt since…he couldn't remember when. He was so giddy that he didn't notice his father sitting in a parked car, close to the school entrance, where He and Dash had just been. Then again, he didn't know yet that Jack had crashed the Ghost Assault Vehicle earlier when he was drunk.

Danny slowed to a walk about a block from home. He had to work really hard to get the grin off his face. When he opened the front do he expected to get yelled at or possibly even hit. What he didn't expect was complete silence. No one was home. After checking the kitchen, Danny found the note his 'Master' had left.

Slave,

Went out with an old friend. Be home late. No dinner for you tonight. Go to bed.

Pleasant Dreams.

A cold chill ran down Danny's back as he tossed the note in the trash. Slowly climbing the stairs, Danny fought the urge to turn and run away as fast and as far as he could. He knew he had know where else to go. Instead, he entered his 'room' and undressed to his boxers before collapsing on his bed. He fell asleep thinking about sky blue eyes and soft, sweet kisses.

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