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A/N: Kat, thanks for getting addicted to my story…eh, that sounds weird. Alas, I'm still very grateful for your addiction. I hope you enjoy the movie to the fullest whenever you see it. Golden feathers Edward, I'm glad that although you find this story confusing you're still willing to read it. Admit ably, I'm just letting the characters go wild, so that might be the cause of the confusion. Dear HikaruWinter, man was I surprised to find so many reviews. And all from the same person no less! Each one made me laugh hysterically, thanks for your support. As for Jack's age…we all know he's much older then he appears, but Danny's doesn't know that.
Chapter ten: Realization strikes again, this time with a pun.
Three hours, thirty minutes, and twenty nine seconds later (how Jack managed to keep track of time without a watch was beyond him), the meeting commenced as per usual; in summary this meant: "Danny, we have no idea what the fucks going on, you go figure it out."
So off he went.
He would have loved to call it an elegant exit, but Young Blood had simply refused to let go of Jack's arm. Sure, people may have thought that the two of them where insane, fighting over empty space like that, but they'd never understand. No one, and he meant no one, was allowed to hold Jack that close besides him!
Eh…because they're friends! That's right! And if someone else where to do it they'd freeze to death! Sure, ghosts where already kind of dead, and ordinarily wouldn't care, but Jack wasn't ordinary. How he wasn't (besides the whole select few can see/touch him, and he can create ice and snow on a whim, along with cute little frost creatures), was beyond Danny's current scoop of understanding and caring. All that mattered was that Jack was there…and that Danny really wasn't hallucinating about cute teenage boys with the most kissable lips…
"So…"called Jack rather boredly, "where are we headed?"
"Amity Park." was the curt reply.
Don't think about how his hair blows seductively in the wind…
"To do…?"
"Where you paying even the slightest bit of attention?"
Oh, Danny would have been exasperated beyond belief at this point—the boy was worse than Young Blood! (why it was the young pirate was allowed onto the counsel was beyond him…perhaps he'd been sleeping while the vote was being cast? Wouldn't be the first time…)—but the look in those beautiful blue eyes was astonishingly beautiful. Liked an iced lake they stared into his soul, their strange dark depths hiding something…
Realization froze Danny to the core, halting his flight and sending Jack scrambling for balance.
Jack knew, he knew what was going on.