A/N: Sorry for such a delayed update. I could say it was because of finals at college or work got in the way... But let's be real... I'm a lazy tub of lard. I REGRET NOTHING! ONWARDS!

Edit: Don't let the ending fool you. It's not what it seems. I promise.

Danny's eyes slowly started to regain their focus. The room was still spinning and his stomach had a knot so tight he couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes and inhaled. It smelled of home. He was in his bedroom, laying down on his comforter, the familiar Ravens flag tapped to the wall behind him. He sighed. It was all a dream. He rolled to the edge of the bed, sitting up straight. Bad move, he hurled over into the garbage can that was luckily sitting at his feet.

That's strange... I don't remember putting that there... He had to admit that puking made him feel better. He brought his feet to the ground and with a silent thud he stood up. Everything looked as it should. His lamp was where it always was, his shoes discarded carelessly in the middle of the room, his closet door hung slightly ajar. He shivered. Everything seemed normal. He peaked his head into the hallway. "Mom? Dad?" No answer. "JAZZ!" He pushed the door open and took a few tentative steps. He shuddered again. Where is everyone? That's weird... I'm shivering but no ghost sense.

The hallway was his, everything was fine so why was he feeling this sense of dread? A few more steps down the hallway and he could see the light to the living room was on. His heart skipped a beat. "Mom? Dad?" He nearly fell down the he stumbled to regain his composure at the foot of the stairs, he saw the head of his dad sitting on the couch. Relief washed over him. "Dad, you'll never believed the crazy dream I just had! I swear, no more junk food before bed!" He walked around the couch slowly to try to see his face. "Dad?"

No movement. It looked like he was just sleeping. Only, not the way Jack normally slept. No snoring, no mouth wide open, drool not pooling around the part of the couch closest to his mouth. He raised his arm and leaned just close enough to tap Jack on the shoulder, "Dad, are you alright?" Within the blink of an eye Jack came to life, grasping Danny's smallish arm in his massive hand and squeezed. "OW, Dad!"

Jack's eyes flew open, revealing his once youthful blue eyes that Danny inherited but now replaced with dull yellow decaying orbs that pierced into Danny's chest. Just as quickly Jack's body became bloodied and gashed like he was put through a meat grinder. His thick bones popping out, internal organs bleeding within sight, his extremities being held on by strings. "YOU! You did this to me! You killed me, Danny!"

Danny fought his father's hold on him, "No! No, it wasn't me!" The grip on his arm clamped tighter around his frail arm, "It was Vlad! He did it! It's all his fault!" He broke the hold on his father, breaking away from the vice like grip. He watched in agony as the arm that once tenderly held him dropped to the floor, lifeless.

"It was you! You killed me! This is your fault, Danny!" Danny backed away, his head started to spin. It has to be a dream, it has to be! This isn't real! He grabbed his head. He stumbled backwards over the coffee table.

"Tea, sweety?"

"Mom?!" He swung around looking into his mother's smiling face. "Mom, I- I didn't... Dreaming!"

"Shhh, Sweety, come sit down. I made you some cookies!" She spun him around to walk him towards the couch.

"But Dad's-" He wasn't on the couch "not here." He sat sown where his mom pushed him towards.

"Of course not, silly! He's down in the lab. Cookie?" In her hand was the greatest looking cookie he'd ever seen. The smell of baked goods filled the air and it made his stomach grumble and his mouth water. He took the cookie and without a second thought bit down into the gooey chocolatey sweet. "See? Everything's fine. There's nothing to worry about." Danny looked up, his mother's face went from bright and cheery to dark and vengeful.

He nearly choked, he couldn't swallow; the taste had gone pungent. What he spit out, was far from a fabulous treat. Upon closer inspection, Danny hurled and hurled again. It was definitely not a cookie. It looked like congealed blood, ground organs and remains of what was once an eye.

"What's wrong Danny?" Her voice dripping with honey, "Don't like it? That's what monsters eat."

He jumped to his feet and took off out of the house. His mother called after him, "YOU'RE A MONSTER DANNY!" Danny's feet didn't stop running. He tried going to Sam's but his feet refused to stop moving. He ran past Tuckers house, he ran far past the Nasty Burger. He reached the Mayor's building. His chest was heaving so deeply that he felt like his ribs were ready to crack. He couldn't stop moving. His feet guided him through the office, through doors he'd never been through. He stopped at a closed door with the town's symbol stained onto the fogged window of the door. His arm reached out and took hold of the door knob. His feet went to work gliding him into the large presidential styled room.

"Vlad?" The over sized black chair swiveled around revealing a tall man with white hair that was pulled back to a pony tail.

"Ahh, young Daniel. To what do I owe this delightful honor to, hmm? Did my dear old college buddy tell you to come visit your uncle?"

"I... I came here... to..." Danny hadn't thought why he came here. He felt a pull towards the building... towards Vlad. It was hard to explain this sensation. But it felt... it felt right. "Everything's been so messed up. It's like I'm living in a nightmare!" Danny plopped down onto the wooden couch by the side of the door. He wasn't sure why he was telling Vlad everything that was happening. Maybe it was because he was a halfa who could understand and shed light as to what was going on?

Vlad stood up from the chair and walked across the room towards Danny. He walked limberly like a skilled cat, his hands folded politically correctly behind his back. He sat down next to Danny, draping an arm over his shoulders. "There, there, my dear boy. I'm sure everything will pan out." Danny leaned into the embrace. It felt nice to be touched.

"I'm not sure it will. My parents hate me. Or, my mom hates me..." He pulled out of Vlad's embrace, eyes going wide. "You killed my Dad!"

"Pish posh," The older man pulled Danny back closer to him, "I'm afraid to tell you my boy," His hands started stroking Danny's hair, "it was you who killed Jack." Danny tried to pull away, strong arms kept him locked in place. He relaxed into it, lowering his head onto Vlad's lap. He reveled in the feeling. His thoughts started swirling, he started losing the ability to tell one thought from another.

"I killed my Dad?" Danny couldn't believe he would do a thing like that. He shook his head, I definitely wouldn't do that. He sat up and looked at Vlad. His eyes were sad. "Why?" Why would he do that? Why didn't anyone stop him? Why doesn't he remember killing Jack? Why was this happening?

"I'm sorry, little badger. I can't answer that. For all we know, it very well could have been your dark side slipping out. I'm sure your games with Clockwork and messing with your alternate dimensional self surely somehow embedded itself in your DNA. Or perhaps your future was altered, who knows? One thing we can be sure of though," Danny looked up, into darkened eyes, "Is that I will always be here for you, little badger." Without even registering what his body was doing, Danny leaned in and kissed the older man, one that was quickly reciprocated.

A kiss that sent him soaring.