HSR 6

Ok Fenton, calm down. I told myself. Sam is walking beside you, and she's real, just calm down and stop acting like the next little noise you hear is going to make you jump I front of a tank to protect you. Dude, she's like twenty-eight restrain yourself, be cool. Go take a chill pill and relax, it's only Sam, you've know her since pre-school, calm down… this shouldn't be this awkward, riding a bike Fenton, it's like riding a bike, well that doesn't help the fact I'm scared shitless. Why did she have to ask to come? Calm down Fenton, just put one foot in front of the other and walk, just keep…

"Danny?"

"Ah." I jumped breaking out of my mental rant, "Oh.. yeah, what?" I asked. Sam smiled down at me.

"I was just going to ask you if you're ok with me being here." Sam asked, I nodded.

"Yeah." I said smiling nervously. I looked up the charred block ahead. I sighed. This was it.

"Danny?" Sam asked I looked at her.

"Watch." I told her going ghost and floating up to the building. It seemed to rebuild it's self. At the end I manifested a hammer and a nail. I put the nail into it's place above the door. This was it… the end. I held the hammer up tapping the nail into place. The last one, the last one… I watched as the iron sunk through the wood sliding home. I stepped back, the hammer disappearing. That was it… I was done. The end. I looked at the house as if it held the miracles of the world, as if god himself would walk out that door and set me free. But nothing happened.

"Oh god." I said feeling the familiar pull at my chest, that wasn't it… it wasn't over was it. What more could I do? Was this going to be my life? Would I be forced to live here forever? What was up with this, it was supposed to be the end, after this I was supposed to let go, I was supposed to be free. Free, I could then go with Sam leave this place. But the familiar tie to my core kept me here… I was stuck… I closed my eyes and sank to my knees. This was supposed to be the end. I was supposed to be free… I sobbed again, my head in my hands. How was this possible? What had gone wrong.

"Danny?" Sam touched my shoulder.

"No, no, its all wrong… all wrong…" I was still here, I was still tethered to the town, and nothing had changed. Nothing had changed. I wrapped my arms around myself and began to rock like a crazy person. What now, what now, was I still doomed to live here forever? Before I thought I could leave, but now… I thought this was what was holding me back… but if it wasn't this what was it. I couldn't leave; I wouldn't see my family again, not ever. I would be half ghost till the end of eternity, forever. And even if I wasn't half ghost, I'd still be a ghost… how had this happened. This wasn't supposed to happen. I rocked. This was all wrong… all wrong. Why had I thought I could leave any way?

Did a ghost really leave his haunt that easily; it was an obsession, so how did you become un-obsessed. I thought being half ghost maybe this didn't apply to me as much as the other ghosts, but apparently I was wrong… dead wrong. I would stay in my Neverland forever more… my Wendy had grown up… and I would be a child forever.

"Danny snap out of it." Sam shook me, but I couldn't tell, I was in shock, how had I not been let free. What was this? Neverland… Neverland… Wendy was all grown up… half ghost for eternity… forever in this town… still tied to it… how, how, how? What went wrong… this wasn't supposed to happen… this wasn't right… forever in Neverland, forever in Neverland…

(THIS IS A LINE BREAK, don't believe me? Ask your friendly neighborhood blind man.)

Sam held the crying boy on the sidewalk. He was mumbling nonsense and crying. Danny was lost, deep in his thoughts. Sam wasn't sure what to do. Danny rocked back and forth, back and forth. What was wrong with him? Sam asked herself, one minute he'd been staring at the door in wonder, the next he was on the ground. Danny let out a strangled moan. Sam clutched him tighter not knowing what else to do but to hold him.

(Ok, ok, ok… yeah, so you can read the next thing now… yeah.)

Tucker looked around, this was so weird, the town, everything, was in perfect condition. It was creepy, unnatural. Sam had gone with Danny to see the last block… Tucker wasn't even sure what that was, maybe the last block in the town… was it a woodblock, what exactly was it. Tucker had a hard time going to sleep last night, he dreamed that Danny had come in his room and done something… what Tucker couldn't remember, but he could remember Danny's eyes. They had been red. It wasn't the best dream to have while thinking of your best friend. Angie looked over at Tucker who was lost in his thoughts.

For Angie, even though the town didn't mean anything it still freaked her out beyond measure. It didn't seem like it wanted to be disturbed, and Danny had the same feeling about him. Angie had been there when Sam had offered him a way out, the hope and fear on the boy's face was astonishing. Yet, Angie didn't know if a ghost could give up his haunt. Though she barely knew anything about the boy Angie could sense that Danny was connected to his town. The door opened, Angie looked up, Sam came in clutching a boy in her arms. Danny was shivering and shaking.

"Not over…" he mumbled, "Forever in Neverland…" he shook at a point. Nothing could reach him it seemed. Sam walked up the stairs to Danny's room, taking the trembling boy with her. "Forever in Neverland…" I sighed with a sob, "Wendy is all grown up." Sam sat there petting his hair. When had things gone so wrong for him? What did it have to do with the building? Danny cried out from the bed tugging at the sheets around him. What was wrong? Sam wanted to scream at him. Yet Danny was unresponsive to anything going on around him.

Tucker came up the stairs watching from the door way as Danny writhed on the bed like he was in pain. Tucker looked to Sam's eyes for answers but found none. With a sad sighed Tucker came to the bed where Danny lay. The boy looked scared, and hopeless, strained, and older than his body would allow.

"Why?" Danny called at one point. His hands reaching out for some unknown thing, his other hand on his chest as if it hurt. He curled into himself gripping his knees and crying. All Sam and Tucker could do was watch and try to comfort. They didn't know what was wrong, they didn't know how to solve it, all they could do was pat Danny's hair and hope he'd be ok.

"Danny?" Sam asked after a while, she already knew he wouldn't answer, but she hoped maybe he could still hear her.

"I know it's overdue, but…" Sam petted Danny's soft black hair; "I kinda… loved you when we were younger… I still love you." Sam kissed Danny's temple. The boy made no signs of hearing her but continued to tug at the sheets and try to curl up tighter. Tucker would have said, "I knew it." But now didn't seem to be the right time.

"Sam… Tucker… and… Danny?" A voice from the door said. The two adults looked up, Danny just whimpered.

"Jazz?" They all asked. Jazz nodded mutely staring at her little, little, brother who was still withering as if in pain on the bed sheets.

"What happened?" They asked.

"We don't know… Why are you here anyway, this is our graduating class." Sam said looking at Jazz.

"I wanted to do a study on the effects of traumatic experiences ten years later… this place is perfect for that… but I never would have expected…" Jazz trailed of looking at Danny. His eyes were squeezed shut, but that didn't stop his ears from hearing.

"This is going to throw off all my data." Jazz said not knowing what else to say, the two other adults looked at her with a WTF expression.

(LIIINE BREEEAAAAKKK… yeah, so one of these things again.)

Dash drove around the town… it was still quite a while till the reunion but he wanted to see it, it was eerily perfect, untouched, like the fires had never happened. He saw a car parked out by Fenton works and another down the street a while after that. So far he hadn't actually seen any living person. Michael fussed in the back seat. Dash sighed.

"Hey, buddy, we have a couple hours, what do you say we head over to the park? And tonight if you're good you can go swimming again." Dash said to his son, Michael brightened. A park? Dash drove to the park slowing down and pulling into a parking spot and shutting the engine off. They all got out of the car. A little girl was playing on the swings already. Michael ran up to her and introduced himself already the ladies man. The girl giggled and swung with him.

"Hmm… I wonder who's she is." Said Dash's wife.

"I don't know." Dash watched a feeling of dread in his stomach. The little golden girl had bright blue, blue, eyes and beautiful blonde hair. She wore a white shirt of a flow-y material and sturdy looking blue jeans and white sandals. The girl was pale, with a eerie smile… Dash took a step forward.

"Michael, who are you playing with?" Dash asked a feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach.

"Her name's Sarah Daddy, she says she knows how to fly… she says she'll teach me, I just have to do one thing first." Michael was climbing to the top of the jungle gym.

"Michael come down now." Dash insisted. Michael paused but kept climbing.

"Michael!" His mother called. The little girl smiled climbing up behind him, her forms glowing more.

"Michael!" His parents called together, but he didn't listen he was having too much fun to listen."

"Now spread your arms like this." Sarah said holding her arms out as they made it to the top of the jungle gym. Michael did so, Sarah smiled.

"Don't worry, it won't hurt for long." Then the sweet little golden girl pushed Michael right off that jungle gym.

(Muhwa ha ha… had to leave it there. K… don't kill me! *runs away)

I was here forever… I gradually came to terms with the idea. At least I pretended I did as the shivers stopped and a came to understand my surroundings again. There was a large hole in my chest, well figuratively that ached. I wanted to leave so bad, but I couldn't, not just because I was tied to this town, I couldn't bring myself to do it anyway. I opened my eyes finding myself curled in the fetal position. I slowly unclenched my fists and tried to stand up. Three pairs of eyes looked at me with concern. One of those pairs belong to my sister… when did she get here.

"Hello little brother." Jazz smiled. I just about ripped my heart out then and there it started hurting so badly.

"Hey Jazz."

To tell the truth that seemed like a good enough place to end it, and I'm trying to post these because I have only one more day to post anything. I'm sorry. But after this I'll have to wait till I'm no longer grounded and have internet so I'm sorry.

Do you all like the 1st person view? I'm always iffy, I think it's good to show you more of what Danny is thinking, but I'm also always afraid I'm misrepresenting him. So I need you opinon.

Oh and one more thing

SNUGGLEBUNNIES, SNUGGLEBUNNIES, SNUGGLEBUNNIES. –Opus comic.