Aha, for those of you who've read the Iambic Prose fic Curiosity Killed the Cat on my tumblr, ibelieverinahappilyeverafter, then you know what's coming.

Enjoy.

Age Six

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Six year old Andrew Riter sat down against a large tree, book in his lap. Instead of reading the book, as he was always doing, he instead stared at the cover and adjusted his glasses. It was his last day in France and he hadn't seen the mysterious British teen since then. In fact, after asking around, no one had seen him. Andrew would have thought the whole thing was a hallucination if his mother hadn't seen him too.

"I just wanted to kiss his freckles again..." Because really, the terrified and completely confused look the teen had given him when he had first done that had been wonderful. And he really did have cute freckles. Sighing Andrew frowned as his glasses slipped down again, forcing him to push them back up. He had only had these glasses for a month or so and they were still rather new to adjust to.

Closing his eyes he leaned his head back against the tree, feeling safer in the woods since he had last year. In the year since he had last seen the boy who had helped him back home he had walked the forest every day, partly because it was nice and quiet and mostly because he was hoping to find the teen again.

So far no luck.

Startled out of his thoughts by the sound of a tickling clock as it chimed Andrew blinked and looking around, yelping when he heard something hit the forest floor. Jumping to his feet, and dropping his book, he scrambled behind a tree, slowly peeking out when he saw someone on the ground, covered in what looked like ash.

"Are you alright?" Andrew asked hesitantly, not moving from behind his tree. It took a few seconds before he made out quiet and pained sobbing, so low he could have passed it off as wind if he hadn't been listening for it. "Um, hello? Do you- Do you need help?" Not knowing what to do Andrew shifted around on his feet, looking around for anyone else to come help.

Not seeing anyone, not even a stray animal, Andrew sighed and carefully crept forward, stopping a few inches out of reach from the still crying man. "Um, sir? Are you okay? ...Do you want me to go find someone?" Seeing no response except the man- teen?- curling up, forehead on the ground and arms wrapped around his chest, Andrew sighed, shoulders slumping. "I can't help if you don't tell me what's wrong."

"Nothing you can fix." Hearing the words Andrew shuddered and took a step back, looking startled at the grief he had heard. "Nothing...I couldn't even... He- He wasn't even angry..."

"Are you...are you okay?" Chancing a few more steps close Andrew's eyes scanned the hurt and crying teen, not seeing him as much of a threat. He looked more ready to break than to do the breaking. Waiting a few more seconds he sighed and sat down, crossing his legs and balancing his hands in the middle of his lap. "Do you...do you want to talk about it, maybe?"

"...I did something terrible." At that the child blinked, not having expected that answer. Biting his lip he looked around once again, frowning when he saw it was just him and this strange person in the autumn forest. "To someone I love I- I killed him."

"...you spoke English there," Andrew mumbled, suddenly feeling sad again. He hated hearing English, it always reminded him of the teen he hadn't been able to really get to know. He had a feeling he might have liked him, too. Shaking his head he focused back on this teen, trying to figure out how to help. "Maybe telling me what you did might help? I don't know...talking helps. At least it does in books-" Cutting himself off at the flinch he saw from the teen he frowned. "Sorry."

"No, no I just- I was just reminded of someone for a minute...that's all..." Andrew nodded, hesitantly reaching a hand out and patting the teen's hair. When he saw a bit of tension bleed out he smiled and continued patting his head.

"Mama does this to me when I'm sad or having a nightmare. She says it chases away the bad thoughts." Craning his neck he saw a flicker of a smile on the face before the teen turned his head again, Andrew's eyes catching sight of a chain swinging from his neck.

"Your Mama sounds like a very smart woman, then." Andrew absently nodded before leaning forward, free hand catching the swinging amulet. Holding it in his hand he blinked, the teen watching as he pulled out his own necklace, an exact replica of the one he was wearing.

"Strange," Andrew hummed, looking curious, "Mama said this necklace was unique, a family heirloom from her side of the family. Not another like it anywhere- Ah! It's you!" At finally seeing the teen's face clearly he realized it was the same teen who had helped him when he was lost, and who he had been searching for for a year. "I thought I'd never see you again!"

"...If only..." Danny Fenton sighed, finally pushing himself off the ground while still shaking and crying. "You'd be so much better off if you had never met me."

"You're speaking English again," Andrew huffed, getting his feet and then launching himself at the teen, who caught him out of instinct and habit. "Much better."

"...You've lost me," Danny sniffed, carefully readjusting his hold on Andrew and hugging him tightly. "But that's probably okay since I'm lost anyways."

"I missed your hugs," Andrew explained, burrowing into the teen and kissing him on the cheek, choosing to ignore the flinch it got him and instead focus on the blush. "Your hugs make me feel safe...that and I never got to say."

"Say what?" Danny asked, quirking an eyebrow when he got another kiss to his forehead. He was starting to look more amused than panicked at this point.

"That you're cute." The teen was silent for a few seconds before his lips twitched into a smile. Chuckling he hugged the child close, kissing his temple and grinning.

"Andrew Riter you are going to be the absolute end of me."

"As long as I get to keep you then that's fine~" At that Danny snorted, kissing the tip of the giggling boy's nose.

"You. You are a terrible flirt."

"Do you feel better now?" At the question Danny blinked, sad smile on his face. "That doesn't look like a yes...will it cheer you up any if I tell you that I'm moving to England?" At the startled look he received he nodded, snuggling into the teen's neck contently. "Yeah! Mama and Papa agreed to it after I met you, cause your accent's amazing. And if I move there I might have a better chance at seeing you again."

"...You...you are just..." Shaking his head Danny looked ready to laugh before a strange expression crossed his face. Sighing he stood up and set the boy back down. "I have to go now, Andrew..."

"...Will I see you again?" Andrew asked quietly, not looking at the teen as he picked his book back up. When he felt another kiss to his forehead he looked up and smiled. "That's not an answer."

"You'll see me again...many times, actually," Danny chuckled, looking pained. Rubbing his arm he sniffed again, wiping some ash off his shirt. "Just...just... Don't hate me when you do." When Andrew next blinked his eyes the teen was gone, not a trace of him to be seen except scattered ash on the fallen leaves . Bending down and touching it, to make sure it was real, Andrew smiled.

He would see the teen again, he was sure of it.

Andrew is a terrible flirt, really. Funnily enough it only happens when he's around Danny.