Bulwark: (n.) a defensive wall; a person that acts as a defensive.
Characters: Danny, Sam, Tucker, Jazz
Genre: Friendship/Family
Rating: K+
Summary: There was nothing he wouldn't do to protect the ones he loved.
Notes: Has it really been seven months? (nervously chuckles)
It surprised him sometimes. The length and willingness he had to do anything for the ones he loved. Danny smiled in contentment as he laid back on his bed, arms behind his head. He could hear the vague bickering of Jazz and his parents downstairs; his sister most likely arguing about how their weapons were too 'dangerous' to be around a fourteen year old boy.
He rolled his eyes in familiarity. His sister may be a little overbearing, but he knew she meant well; there were things he knew that she would always do to keep him safe, just as he did for her, and everyone else.
Upon reflection, Danny realized how much of a blessing his ghost powers were. Before - when he was just a normal teenager - there was so much that he took advantage of. His family, friends. Now, it was hard to imagine how he could have acted in such a way, after tasting how hard it was to see them in pain or danger. Now, it was even harder to imagine a life without them: Sam, Tucker, Jazz and his parents.
It would sometimes break him to acknowledge that there would be a time that they weren't going to be there: Tucker and Sam standing beside him as they fought the ghosty badies of Amity Park, his parents and sister in the background silently supporting him, (even if they didn't know the full truth.)
When it came down to it, there was nothing he wouldn't do to keep them safe.