Chapter 5, enjoy. (I may update this. I've been playing with it for weeks but I can't seem to find a flow. It just seems choppy to me but I thought I'd post it so you guys could read it for now.)

(Dash's POV)

I smiled, taking the large tray from Margret and place it on the table I'd moved to the middle of the room

"Where's Master Kwan?" she asks, looking around the room. Usually, Kwan would burst out of somewhere, scooping the older lady up in his arms before spinning her around the room.

Thankfully years of football had given me quite a sharp mind. When it comes to everyone but my mother "He's in the bathroom, fractured a couple of ribs last night. Not as fast as he usually is this morning." She nods once, a sadder look on her face before bowing slightly and leaves, rolling the metal cart out of the room.

"She's gone!" I state, lifting one of the metal lids off of the plates -this one happened to be waffles and spin around on the soft chair. When the bathroom door didn't open I felt panic flood my system, after another four seconds I was bolting from my seat, reaching the door in four strides and pull it open.

"Dash, help," Danny whispers as it took me a couple of seconds to adjust. Only half of Danny seemed to be in the bathroom. "Dash!" Danny hisses softly, not wanting to alert others and I stumble forwards.

Danny's lower half had vanished through the floor, the only thing still keeping him in the room was his death grip on the towel wrapped around the wall-hook. I reach down, wrapping my arms under his armpits and gently pull him up. Danny groans in pain, his face twisting in agony. When he was high enough I slide my arms down, grabbing him by the seat of his pants and pull him up. Danny stumbles, sinking through the floor again and I wrap his arms around his waist.

"Dash it won't stop!" his good hand gripping my shirt tightly. He was terrified "I haven't done this in four years and it won't stop!"

He sinks a third time and I felt the bottom of my finger curl forward, his lower half phasing again.

"Danny, stop. It's okay. I'm here." I whisper back, my hand sliding up to cup the back of his head as I hold him to my chest, feeling more of him disappearing from my grasp. God damn it, why did this have to be me here? Sam would know what to do.
"Uh, Danny... just, breathe? Don't... don't focus on the problem focus on me." God, I was so bad at this shit. Seeing as Danny was still falling I groan, moving my hand from his head and push his hand against my chest
"Do you feel that? A heartbeat. Flesh. Warmth. You're safe."

I felt Danny's clenched hand slide into an open palm, resting over my heart. Feeling each beat hammering behind my ribs. "Flesh. Warmth. Safety."

He shuts his eyes, taking in a slow deep breath.

His body seemed to settle, the shaking lessened and I reach down, my hand sliding down his back, then butt, cupping the flesh, gently pulling Danny back into the bathroom. My hand sliding lower as I pulled him up. His legs open as he comfortably straddles my lap. His hand simply rests over my heart.

I tried to steady my own heart, calming myself with the fact I could feel Danny, his ass but it was still him. Danny was breathing harshly, like a drowning victim finally finding air and has his eyes all but glued to my chest. Moments after his head joins his hand, and I couldn't help the blush that hit my cheeks. Sitting like this was quite awkward. My idol was sitting on my lap, smelling me. The simple thought made my heart beat slightly faster.

My hand unconsciously moves, gently cupping his head. My thumb brushing circles in his hair as the rest of his feet materialize "... Are you okay now?"

His eyes slowly rise to meet mine, the crystal blue piercing my soul. And I couldn't help but smirk as whatever remark he would have said dies in his mouth. A deep red blush dusts his cheeks as Danny realizes how close we were. That innocent heart.

"Um, sorry." He says, stepping up, then back, and turns away from me. A hand goes to the back of his neck "T-that, was…"

Danny was facing the mirror, giving me a direct picture. Despite his embarrassment, I knew what happened had really shaken him. His eyes looked haunted.
My gut told me he had been hanging from the towel for more than a few seconds.

"Danny." I tried but my voice fell on deaf ears, Danny was too busy looking down at his injured hand, his shaking fingers trying and failing to close.

"Dash, this has never happened before..." He whispers, his eyes flicking to hold mine in the mirror "Somethings wrong."

I opened and shut my mouth once, trying to find the right words to say and instead, do what Kwan always did for me. Place a gentle hand on his shoulder

"I find my problems seem a little smaller after a warm breakfast."

I smirked, watching Danny force himself to eat another piece of bacon as I shovelled a piece of waffle, bacon and egg into mine, closing my lips around the fork as I pull it out.

"Oh my god, I can't." he finally groans, pushing his plate forward in surrender.

"Now you see why I say something when Paulina comes over huh?" I smirk, chewing my food in one cheek.

"God, how do you eat so much?" he asks, motioning to the food.

In reality, he had a point. I had four large waffles that were big enough to feed one person, three cooked eggs, six pieces of bacon, an extremely tall glass of orange juice and six sausages.

"Football really kicks your ass. Carbs help us get through our training and games, and the protein helps keep up our muscle mass." I smirk, flexing both arms, careful not to stab myself with my fork "I mean this body doesn't build itself, Fenton." I froze after a few flexes, suddenly remembering just how familiar Danny was with my muscles and inwardly worry I scared him. Thankfully he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

"God, you guys are beasts."

"Well, I'm honestly surprised that you're not sporting a beefier build yourself, Danny. I mean you lifted a steel beam, those things hold skyscrapers."

"I can't lift forty pounds." Danny states shaking his thin arms "Phantom is the one that can bench press a bus and unfortunately for me he's dead. Dead bodies don't produce muscle."

"That really weird how you can stay so healthy being half-dead," I state, putting more food in my mouth.

"To be honest I'm not sure any of us really know what my bodies doing. Even though I'm half dead the constant eco-energy, the green power my other half makes" Danny says, closing his fist and I watch in awe as a green glow starts to form around his flesh "It seems to increase the number of hormones in my body, giving me an advanced state of healing when I change back… Well, usually."

I watched his hand, the green light starts to flicker, trying to fade back into his skin. Danny's face scrunches in annoyance and concentration, a flicker of anger flashed across his eyes before the sadness is back

"I'm not sure what's going on with me. I've never had problems snapping back before..."

"It must have been when Skulker hit you," I state, thinking back to the fight. Other than the massive amounts of left hooks and jabs they threw at each other I couldn't think of anything that would have done that.

"It's not the first time I've been hit by Skulker's lasers."

"Yeah, but you're not all ghost remember?"

Danny was looking at his hand again, obviously trying new things out. Forcing the green power to come back. Forcing his hand to turn invisible. But just like before certain parts of his flesh started coming back like a half-finished picture. I try to run my hand through my hair and stop, hearing Danny's joke and instead curl my hands on my lap.
Danny looked extremely worried but I wasn't sure if he'd lash out if I touched him.
Instead, I simply leaned forward, looking at his face, not his hands.

"Is there anyone else you can ask for help?" his eyes find mine and I hold him with more compassion then I've ever dared to show. For anyone. "Is there anyone else you can go too? Because I'm lost, Danny. I want to help you but I don't know how."

"Um... yeah, but I can't have them come if you're here..." he trails off "It's not my secret to spill you know?"

I nod, not really understanding him but I got the gist of it.

"Okay, um... I can step out then." I rub the back of my head "I only want you to get some help, Danny, if I need to leave for that I will. When I know you're safe." I stand, scanning my room
"Just let me find my phone. It should be-" I stop when Danny places his hand on mine. I look back into his scared eyes "Danny... you don't have to do anything until you're ready. I've got forever. -Seriously, this house is huge, I can hide you almost everywhere."

Like I hope Danny smiles softly at my joke but it doesn't last long.

"Maybe tomorrow..."

I sit beside him "Okay, tomorrow." I brush some hair behind his ear, noticing the oily parts "Did you want to have a bath?"

Danny blinks, looking at the food "Yeah... sure."

(Danny's POV)

I sighed, watching Dash close the door, a small smile on his face. I glanced around the bathroom, taking in the large room. The polished white walls, the golden fixtures, large sink, heated floors and a fancy mirror. The whole bathroom screamed money. My eyes fell to the bathtub, the porcelain finish gleaming in the light, the circular holes lining the tub for the jets. An electric pad sat to my left, having more buttons then it should and too many functions to count. Each item only added to my pain. I missed Tucker's crappy bathroom. The cold floors, the small tub, the broken mirror and the leaky faucets.

I placed a bagged hand on my chest, feeling my odd heartbeat and curl my fingers into a loose fist. My trusted pillars of strength had been knocked down and now, I was fumbling in the dark. This felt completely and utterly wrong.

I wanted Dash.
I didn't want Dash.
I wanted Sam and Tucker.
I wanted to throw Sam and tucker off a tall building and watch them fall.
I wanted to smash Skulker's face to pieces.
I wanted to run into Dash's arms and have him shield me from the world.
Everything in me was fighting and for once in my life, I wanted to stop.
I just wanted it all to stop.

I laid in the tub, soaking in the hot water, fighting the urge to plunge my head under the water and never come up.

I felt exhausted.

I shut my eyes, slowly sliding under the water...

I feel the heat on my face...

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I blow out the air in my lungs...

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The world around me grows quiet...

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The voices...

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The fighting...

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The problems...

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The pain...

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Everything was disappearing...

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I could finally stop...

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I could finally...

Be free...

Of this burden...

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"Danny!"

"Danny, breathe!"

"Danny Breathe!"

I cough, feeling arms around me. Dash had stepped into the bath, not caring about his clothes and had all but pulled me onto his lap, his arm wrapped around my chest gently. My body shakes with coughs, my lungs burning for air. Fear struck me next as the reality of my actions came to light and I gripped his shirt loosely.

"God, Danny, just breathe." He leans his head into mine, cradling the back of my head "Just breath...

I pulled my arms in, tucking them into his broad chest and find the heat that I'd been missing before. A part of my mind screamed at me. Telling me I was so close. To try again and I'd be free...
but sitting here, smelling his Axe body wash I felt safe once more.

(Dash's POV)

I sighed, cradling the small male in my arms. I'd gone into the room to give Danny a drink of water. Noticing that he hadn't had any in over thirty hours but the glass hit the floor as I walked in to see the empty tub and Danny floating under the water.

"Danny!" I shout, not caring who heard me and dash over to the tub, all but ripping the small boy out of the water.

I had panicked at first, thinking he had passed out in the heat and when he doesn't cough I step in, pulling his body closer to mine and shake him roughly.

"Danny! Danny breathe!"

I turn his head, cupping my lips over his mouth and pinch his nose, blowing air into his lungs for him. Thankfully Danny coughs, a deep painful cough as I cradle him in my chest.

"God, Danny, just breathe." Thankfully he doesn't fight me, actually curling into my chest once more and I place my hand on the back of his head when I feel his strength starting to go
"Just breathe..." I whisper, feeling his hands holding my shirt before his grip falls.

"Danny?" I look at my reflection in the mirror and notice the brunette had fallen asleep, a fact I came to after checking his pulse and sigh, burying my head in his wet hair I curl my arms around him protectively.

God, Danny... how do I help you?

I shut my computer with a sigh. Looking up 'what to do when someone tries to drown themselves' only gave me facts on drowning and the statistics of surviving one. At the bottom of the page was a list of things to say to Someone after they attempt suicide. I slide my hands over my head and grab my hair, leaning on my knees for support.

I was so lost right now. I had just found out that my longtime idol was a kid I bullied at school. I almost died trying to help children. Danny's friends have been lying to him for months. His ghost half is acting up. I have no experience with ghosts, and I couldn't call the two people that did because Danny hates their guts. And if that wasn't enough shit to deal with, the boy was now suicidal! The fact that killed me the most was the 'what if' thought.

What if I hadn't gone in there?

I almost didn't...

I wasn't prepared or equipped to handle any of this. I was eighteen for christ sakes! I was supposed to be thinking about school and my beautiful girlfriend and now I was playing nurse for my half-dead suicidal target. I wanted to talk to someone so badly, but I didn't know who to call. Anyone that didn't know would be exposing Danny's secret and he hadn't mentioned who he was going to call...

I lean back in my seat, bringing my hand to my face as I thought about it and could only grow in frustration as nothing came to mind. The fact seemed to slap me in the face, proving how little I knew about the boy in my bed.

"Fuck..."

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