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(Dash's POV)

"Frostbite, take them home."

Jasmine's words left her mouth and I felt myself move. My mouth opening to protest as a bright green light flash over my body. I feel myself fall, weightless for a moment, a second and my feet hit the ground. I wasn't looking at Jasmine, the murderous glare locked on her features but the front steps of my house. When I refused to tell her specific details of the fight she snapped. For our safety Kwan and I were transported home, cold, shaken and answerless.

I hadn't felt this powerless in my life. I was the best. I got what I wanted when I wanted it. Now I was playing on someone else's terms. -As much as it pissed me off, I couldn't help but see Danny's body, lying on that table, broken and sickly grey skin.

I thought I was helping him but I was only hurting him. I felt my fingers shake, the fear of before coming back.

I lift a hand, opening the door and stop, seeing a few police officers staring at me. I blink, finally noticing the flashing lights of police cars spinning behind me. I remembered the fight and the mess and the fact that my phone had been left upstairs. I could only imagine my parent's horror when they walked into this mess.

Oh god…

I stumble into the house, moving around two police officers and find myself in the living room. Police were everywhere, some were kneeling down taking pictures, others were swabbing pieces of broken glass and tapping off the bloody parts of the floor. I felt my heart pound in my chest, trying to locate my parents and gasp feeling two pairs of arms wrap around me.

"DASH! YOUR SAFE!"

"OH MY GOD! MY BABY!"

I blink, taking in the frantic frames of my parents "Mom, Dad, What?"

"I came home to a mess!" my mother sobs, causing guilt to pull at my heartstrings, "I thought you'd been kidnapped."

"Where have you been?!"

Despite their fear, I could do little more than look at them. Their tired faces, slowly greying hair and subtle wrinkles. It had been so long since I last saw them together. Pulling eighty-hour shifts they alternated, often coming home to sleep while I was at school or dropping by for brief moments.
I'd forgotten what they looked like...
I had pictures from my childhood sure but looking at them now was like staring at two strangers.
Ten years, ten years and they finally came home together, for me...

I felt my hands shake. My mind refusing to believe what I was seeing but as my mothers rose-scented perfume, my father's weathered hands gripping my shoulders I couldn't help the small feeling of happiness that bloomed in my chest.

I hadn't realized I was crying until my mother moves, gently touching my tears.

"Dash…?"

I crumbled under her touch, sinking to my knees. All the worry, all the fear, all the pain and helplessness I felt was brought to the surface and I kneel there sobbing loudly. My parents pause, taking in the scene and slowly kneel, my mother in her tight pencil skirt and my father in his tailor-made suit and they hug me tightly, holding me in a warm embrace.

"Dash..."

"Baby, it's okay" my mother soothes

"I'm sorry, I was helping..." I felt more tears roll down my face, Jazz's words plaguing my mind.

'I'm being nice because you helped my brother.'

'You can't help him now.'

'The only ones out of place here are you two.'

I wasn't sure why her words cut me so deep. They were true, Danny and I weren't friends. He was with people who could care for him. I mean I almost killed him for god-sakes. Still, walking into this house without Danny made my heartache.

That guilt only doubled as I looked over, seeing Danny's empty seat in the back row. Sam and Tucker took notes quietly, neither one finding the courage to sit in Danny's seat. Neither one of them had said a word in class, nor did they spare a sideways glance in my direction. Still, I couldn't keep that guilt from shifting, moulding into a dark beast of anger.

It's their fault!

Had Tucker and Sam not hurt Danny, not been a couple they would have been there to help Danny in that fight. I wouldn't have helped Danny. I wouldn't have learned his secret. I wouldn't be in hell right now.

ALL OF THIS WAS THEIR FAULT!

I felt my fist tighten, my eyes turning to glare at the source of my problem when a hand moves, the large palm resting over my fist. I turn to see Kwan and watch his lips part, sucking in a slow stream of air before releasing it. His pointed look has me doing the same.

Out, in.
Out, in.
Out, in -And only when my fist relaxes does his hand leave mine.

He moves, picking up his pencil to scribble down the notes he'd missed. It puzzled me how easily Kwan could let go of this that bothered him. How he could sit down and talk things through. How he could do what was right even when others thought it was weird. Still, I was thankful he had calmed me down, an outburst in class would have been the last thing I needed. My parents were on edge as it was, keeping an extra careful eye on me since I really couldn't tell them where I had gone or what had happened to our living room. The scorch marks, broken glass, busted chairs were far beyond anything I could have come up with.

I turned watching the clock tick down, doing everything I could not tap my pencil against my desk in annoyance. The class had never moved slower. Mr. Lancer's voice dragged on and on and I felt my anger slowly returning. Nothing was making sense and I wanted answers. When Class was over, I bolted from my seat, ripping my books off my desk and eye up one of my usual victims.

"Hey, dork!" I watch him jump and turn, looking at me in fear "Watch these! And don't lose them got it?!"

I shove my books in his already full arms and turn, swerving through the crowd to find the source of my problem. My hand slams down on Tucker's shoulder, only it doesn't. My hand hits the air, Kwan's hand collides with my right shoulder, the other shoves Folly forwards. He moves quickly gripping the shoulder and stomach of my shirt. I was fast on my feet but Kwan being my guard for seven years had a great advantage over me. I find my sneakers sliding down the hall, around the corner and instead of ending up in the locker room, beating Folly and Manson to a pulp I'm the one slammed into the wall.

Kwan's angry face staring at me "Whatever you're thinking, un-think it."

"But they-" I find myself slammed against the wall once more, causing a few more heads to turn our way "Damn it, Kwan, they-" My back hits the wall again, the glare deepening on his face. After a moment I get it, taking in the shocked faces and a few phones most likely recording this fight. If I wasn't careful I'd let out more than just my anger.

Thankfully Paulina's voice breaks the tension "Boys! Back off!" She pushes two hands in-between us, forcing Kwan to step back "We use our words not our fists, you know this." Her annoyed glare moves between us then the crowd "If you have any sense of self-preservation you'll SCATTER!"

As quickly as the crowd gathered it vanished, dispersing into the hall and other places. I wasn't sure if that was good or bad as I was now left to the mercy of two anger women. Star moves forward, placing a hand on Kwan's chest like he would try something again.

"What is going on?" Star hisses, her glare matching Paulina's "We are the poplars' in this school; we beat up nerds not each other."

"Do you have any idea what will happen should this get out?" Paulina adds, her nails pressing into my chest threateningly "God, what is with you two?! You've been weird since this weekend."

I meet Kwan's eyes for a brief moment and turn away "Did you guys see the ghost fight on the weekend?" I took their silence as a confirmation "We'll we were there."

"Dash…" Kwan states darkly

I force my words out before Kwan can silence me "Danny pushed me out of the way."

Three sets of eyes look at me in disbelief "What?"

"Danny pushed me out of the way and got hurt. That's why we didn't answer you this weekend, he got hurt and I took him home. That's why he's not here today, he got hurt."

"Okay?" Paulina asks, not understanding my reasons "And?"

"AND THEY STABBED HIM IN THE BACK!" My fist slams the locker behind me, knocking a loose lock to the floor by our feet. Paulina doesn't move but her fingers soften slightly.

"Sam and Tucker are sleeping together," Kwan states, taking over the conversation before my anger flairs again "They lied to his face for months, lead him on and he found out when Dash called them."

"Well that's not surprising, everyone can hear Dash's phone calls." Star snorts, then stop seeing three sets of eyes on her. Star looks down ashamed "sorry, that was inappropriate."

"Okay, you two have two minutes to tell me everything you know before you find out what a three hundred dollar manicure feels like running down your face..."

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Paulina sighs, removing her claws from my chest and up to her face, placing ten fingertips on her face so she doesn't ruin her make-up. We stand in silence, maybe twenty seconds as she thinks things over -You learn from a young age not to interrupt Paulina's thinking mode.

"So let me get this straight. You two were in the middle of a ghost fight and instead of running away, you stayed to help. Somewhere in between your big hero moment Danny got hit by a ghost laser aiming for you and got hurt. Then you two call Folly and Manson and you two find them in the middle of sex. Then Fenton finds out that not only has he lost the love of his life but his only friends have been lying to his face for seven months. So now he's stuck with no one to help him and no one to lean on but the two jerks that have spent twelve years picking on him."

My idiotic nodding stops when she does and I lean back slightly as her nails move towards my face, her fingers curling towards me threateningly. That angry look is back and I fight the urge to drop to the floor like a child.

When her nails curl into a tight fist I knew her decision was made. She rips her hand out of my face and turns, staring down the empty hall.

"Where is Danny now?"

(Embers pov)

I sighed, a deep long sigh. My high rise boots touching the fur rug of the front door. 'Enter and die' greets me. My fingers hesitated on the door, the last thing I wanted to do was apologize to him but I couldn't ignore the pulsing of our bond. I wanted to be near him, no matter how infuriating he was.

"Slulker? Baby?" Pushing open the door I step into our quiet three-story house "Skull, babe I'm sorry about..."

I glance around. The roaring fireplace was quiet, the heads of previous hunts stared at me quietly. I move down the hall, pushing the five digits into the keypad and open up Skulker's laboratory. Open gadgets and pieces of metal were tossed around the room

"Skull, baby?" Fearing the worst I run to our bedroom, pulling back the glass door and sigh in relief when his extra suits were still locked in their pods. I feel a gentle tap on my ankle and reach down, petting our small dragon. The blue scales were lit with fire, he purrs, lifting his head to my fingers

"Do you know where daddy went Prey?" The dragon looks at me slowly "Daddy."

I tap on the glass case. He looks at the suit and steps back walking out of the room. We go down the hall and into the kitchen, I sigh sadly when his head rams into the door a few times "so you're just hungry huh?"

I pull out some cold meat and toss it down to him "kill mode."

I shut the door as he kneels down, burning the meat with fire and tries to swallow it in one piece like a snake. I reach down ripping the meat from his mouth before he chocks and reaches for the scissors. It's at that moment that I notice the large meat scissors aren't on the heavy magnet but stabbed into the fridge holding a note. My eyes scan over the notes quickly as panic fills me

"FUCK'N HELL BABY!"

(Dash's POV)

I sigh, rolling my neck. I know people always say it but hell really hath no fury like a woman scorned -and we have two. Paulina had sent me death glares the rest of the day, her eyes burned into my back but even she understood the gravity of the situation. I owed Danny. So we owed Danny. Paulina never like odds she couldn't control and this was unpredictable. Her back leaned against her chair, her pencil tapping her desk as she thinks things over. Even if we brought Danny under our wing it wasn't a guarantee that he would accept our help. If I pulled back, protected him from the distance I ran the chance of leaving him open. After everything that happened, I knew Manson and Folly would be on him like Rabbid dogs the moment he walked through the door, begging and slobbering at his shoes as they asked for forgiveness.

It made me sick.

It also showed me a painful truth about myself. I had no way of protecting Danny, his heart-stopping on that table showed me that.

I felt Kwan's hand on my shoulder "Hey, don't worry so much okay? Think of this like having our first baby. We'll take things one day at a time." My glare has him stopping "Not that I'm saying Fentons a baby! I mean the dude can flip a tank for god sakes. But... you know what I mean."

I manage a small smile and reach back, pushing open the door with one hand and grab my phone from my back pocket. I reach up, removing my key from the lock and unlock my screen. I scroll down, tapping Jasmine's number and put the phone to my ear.

"Speaking of new babies..." Kwan whispers under his breath. I snap him a glare and turn away, going through the mail as the line rings ten times and goes to voice mail.

"Damn..." I look at the screen and resist the urge to call a twelfth time.

"He'll wake up when he wakes up Dash, pestering Jazz is a bad idea." He shrugs off his jacket "The last thing you want to do it piss off your only ride."

I felt my stomach drop when Kwan hung his coat. The empty hangers felt like a knife to the gut, as my eyes dropped to the empty shoe mat the knife turns.

I felt the room cool, time slows as I pause, taking in the silence of the house. There was no chopping from the kitchen. No vacuum running over the floor. No sweet smells or gentle humming.

"What?"

I glance at Kwan; the male noticed my tension.

"Margret!" The silence spoke volumes "Margret?!"

Kwan pulls out his phone, ignoring the messages from Star and checks the time. Four O' five. Margret should be home by now.

"Margret?! You here?!" I stepped out, checking that her car was in the driveway. Kwan enters into the house, checking the backyard

"Margret! Are you hurt?! Call out!"

I shut the door, looking in the key bowl. I take in the black keys and swallow; different fear plagued my body. I move, bounding up the stairs, scanning the area and begin to check each room "Margret?"

I pull out my pager, dialling her number.
I move through my father's study, the bathroom. -Each second felt like an eternity.
My Parents' room, the bathroom.
My mother's sewing room. -I send a second page hoping she'll answer.

"Margret!" Kwan runs into the living room, checking the spare bedroom -going downstairs to the theatre in the basement. "Margret! Call out!"

I walk to the end of the hall, checking the guest bathroom.
Finally, I get to the last door.

My bedroom.

The moment my fingers touched the handle it hit me. -Terror.
Ice cold shivers ripped down my spine.

"Dash?!" Kwan's voice was scared and too far away, his pounding footsteps echoed my heart "Dash we have to leave! Where are you?!"

I can't answer. I can't breathe. Every nerve was telling me to back away from my door and yet I can't. Tears rim my eyes as a cold presence radiates behind me. The deep, cold, haunting voice causes them to spill over.

"Hello, whelp."

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