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Happy Holiday Truce!

Surprise! I’m your secret Santa, @dannyphantomisameme ! I took your two ideas of the trio together in less-than-happy circumstances, and came up with this! kind of a hurt/comfort oneshot. I’m sorry it’s so late! I wanted to post this on Christmas, but it’s two hours into the 26th of December and I’m just now uploading it. I read through a draft I had written earlier this month and completely scrapped it, haha. This one isn’t much better, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless :)

As a side note, I had this all italicized and what-not, but Tumblr took it out. Let me know if anything is unclear.

It had been a month since the accident, and he still barely had any control.

Danny Fenton walked behind his friends with his head down. Sam was complaining about something her parents did the other night. Tucker had his nose in his PDA and was tripping over his own feet because of it.

Danny hadn’t told his friends about the accident. He didn’t know why. They were his best friends, and he knew he could trust them with anything and everything. But admitting what he was … some kind of ghostly abomination … it was too much. His parents had been studying ghosts since they were freshmen in college, and Danny had come to the conclusion that they were nuts around the time he realized Santa Claus and the Tooth Fairy didn’t exist. Now, though? Maybe Santa Claus was real …

One month ago, three days before freshman year of high school, Sam and Tucker had been watching a movie at his place. His older sister had left to get psychology books from the nearby bookstore and, despite how straightforward that seemed, Danny knew that Jazz had a tendency to lose track of time. She probably had six equally boring-looking books spread out before her, debating if she should get the one with the science terms or the one with the theories. Meanwhile, Danny’s parents had left to go to the hardware store. Something about their newest invention not wanting to work. Danny had learned to tune them out years ago.

The movie ended a few minutes after Danny’s parents had left. Sam and Tucker had wanted to go into the basement laboratory to check out that invention Maddie and Jack had been talking about, but Danny knew the kind of trouble he’d get in for letting his friends into a highly dangerous, probably hazardous lab without any protection. Besides, he and Tucker had only recently met Sam. Danny felt that if Sam saw the state of the lab, she’d decide his family was too crazy for her to handle and stop hanging out with him. Maybe that was a little drastic, but Danny had an overactive imagination.

His overactive imagination was exactly what got him into trouble that night. After he’d waved goodbye to his friends, Danny went into the kitchen to grab a snack and stopped at the door to the lab. It was pretty inconspicuous looking—just a heavy wooden door that could have led into a food pantry or a storage closet—but underneath the door, a light flashed red across the kitchen tiles.

So he’d done the dumb thing. He had pulled his protective jumpsuit from the cleaning closet, brushed the dust off the front, and put it on. When he opened the basement door, cold air blew back at him. As soon as he stepped over that threshold, from yellow kitchen tile to cold metal, he had sealed his fate.

And now he was here, some sort of half-ghost half-human abomination that turned all of his parents’ research on its head. The worst part … his parents had always believed that ghosts were evil. Always. And Danny was scared because more and more ghostly things were happening to him. He fell through his bed. He absentmindedly floated to the bathroom in the middle of the night. He made the temperature in a room drop several degrees.

It wasn’t just the physical things, though. It was the mental things that really freaked him out. How he had wanted to jump out of his skin when his dad put a large hand on his shoulder. The way he could lose track of time staring at the endless, swirling green haze of the portal. The urge to hop into the air and not come back down.

He fought it. He couldn’t let himself do things like that. They weren’t human. They made him a freak. And if his parents were right about ghosts being evil? If giving into his urges made him more and more like a ghost? Forget it. An image of him as a ghost, laughing maniacally as he reached inside someone’s chest and pulled their heart out, came uninvited to the forefront of his mind. He squeezed his eyes shut in an attempt to block it out. It was bad enough he had nightmares about it, but when he was awake, too? Danny pinched the bridge of his nose. He was losing it.

“You alright?” Tucker asked. Danny whipped his head up to meet his eyes. “Danny?”

“Fine,” he said. “Just stressed out about that English assignment, is all.”

“Ah,” Sam said. “You can always come to me for help, Danny. English is the only subject I’m good at.”

“Thanks,” Danny said, offering a smile. When they both turned around and continued walking, Danny dropped the smile and stared down at the ground again. He tried to focus his attention on Sam and Tucker’s conversation. Anything to keep him from thinking about ghosts.

“Two words, Sam,” Tucker said. “Meat. Connoisseur.”

“That’s a big word for you, Tuck. Mind defining it?”

Tucker used his shoulder to push her. “Meat heightens the senses, and my all-meat streak is fourteen years strong.”

“And it’s about to end,” Sam deadpanned. “The school board finally agreed to try a new cafeteria menu. I wore them down.”

“Wait,” Tucker said, putting out an arm to stop her. “What did you do?”

Danny’s stomach turned. He hoped it was the food on his plate that made it do so, but he was nervous that he was losing his appetite or something. Did ghosts eat?

“What is this?” he said, looking up at Sam. “Grass on a bun?”

Sam rolled her eyes. “First of all, that’s a slice of bread. Second of all, it’s shredded lettuce, idiot.”

Danny eyed the meal. “This is it?” he asked. “Isn’t their supposed to be another slice of bread and … something other than wet lettuce?”

“Look,” Sam said, and she folded the single slice of bread and took a bite. Around a mouthful of food, she said, “And you could have grabbed a vegan mud-pie.”

“Sam,” Tucker said, pushing his tray away from him. “Those things looked like mud pies. With mud. From the ground.”

Sam shrugged and took another bite of her half-lettuce sandwich at the same time that Danny got a horrible chill. It raced up his spine and made all the hair on his body stand up.

“Danny?” Sam asked, frowning. “What’s up?”

“Nothing!” he said, trying to look like he wasn’t freaked out of his mind. “Just a chill!”

Behind Sam, in the cafeteria kitchen, a partially transparent lady with sickly green skin floated past.

Danny’s eyes widened. He made a few incoherent noises before he was finally able to stutter out, “Gotta go to the bathroom!”

He raced out the door.

Okay, Danny, he thought to himself. That’s a ghost. What would my parents do? They’d pull out their weapons. I don’t have any weapons.

… Or did he?

No, no way, he chastised. That’s just … that’s just the ghost speaking. Snap out of it, Fenton.

Behind the wall he was leaning on, something crashed in the cafeteria kitchen, followed by a quick scream of surprise from someone who sounded suspiciously like Sam. The cold feeling came back tenfold, making his breath mist in front of him. How’d she get in there? Is she okay?

“Let her go!” Tucker shouted, sounding wobbly.

Oh, God, Danny thought, running shaky fingers through his hair. Tucker, too? I—I can’t just sit here! I have to—I have to—

Another crash. Tucker yelled.

Danny’s vision went green. Before he could so much as blink, he was in the cafeteria kitchen, floating high above the ground. When he realized what he was doing, he lost balance and fell to the ground in a heap. He picked himself up, noticing that he had suddenly donned white gloves. Where—?

He looked up. Tucker was gaping at him. From across the room, in the clutches of some sort of ground beef monster, Sam gaped, too. The ground beef monster growled and flew through the opposite wall with Sam in its grasp. She was gone.

Danny’s vision went green again, but he could see through the haze this time. He was flying again, this time close to the ground. As the wall approached, he instinctively went intangible and flew through it, the same way the ground beef monster had. He got scared halfway through, though, and ducked, which caused him to tumble across the high school hallway and hit the green lockers on the other side. The force of his impact dented the bottom locker, but he nonetheless scrambled into an upright position. “Let her go!” he shouted. At the same time, Tucker appeared at the end of the hallway.

The ground beef monster hissed in his face, spitting chunks of meat into his hair. Like swiping at a fly, it hit Danny with the back of its hand and sent him flying down the hallway. He hit Tucker and they both sprawled across the floor.

By the time Danny looked up, both the ground beef monster and Sam were gone. He stood, hoping for another flash of green that would cause him to inexplicably be able to control his powers, but it never came. Instead, a bright white flash made his gloves and black suit go away. His body felt heavy with the weight of gravity, so he fell onto his hands and knees and took a few big, shuddering breaths.

“Danny?” Tucker asked tentatively. Danny’s eyes widened as he turned to look at his best friend. Tucker’s own eyes were like dinner plates.

“I—”

An angry voice cut him off. “Either of you care to explain why you decided to destroy school property?”

Once again, Danny turned. Mr. Lancer, his English teacher, was crouched beside the locker that Danny had bumped into. It was worse than he initially thought; when Lancer touched the door, it swung open and came off its hinges in a crash. Books and papers spilled onto the floor.

Mr. Lancer scowled and stalked towards them. Without effort, he picked Tucker and Danny up off the ground and led them to his room with a firm hand on either teens’ shoulders. When they reached the door, the principal called out. “Mr. Lancer? Can I speak with you?”

Mr. Lancer pushed the two boys into his room. “Stay here,” he growled. With that nice sentiment, he slammed the door shut behind him.

“So,” Tucker said a few moments later. “How long have you …” He gestured wildly at Danny.

Danny closed his eyes. “I—” he breathed, still in shock. He cleared his throat and tried again. “I wanted to tell you.”

“Clearly you didn’t,” Tucker said, sounding cold.

“Tuck—”

“Whatever,” Tucker said. “We need to go find Sam.”

Danny stared at him.

“So, you know,” Tucker said, gesturing at him again. “Do your thing.”

Danny gulped. “I don’t know how.”

“You don’t know how,” Tucker repeated, raising an eyebrow. “I just watched you.”

“No, I mean …” Danny took another deep breath. “It just happens. I can’t control it.”

“It just happens,” Tucker repeated again, like a broken record. “Why’d it happen before, then?

“Uh …”

“Okay,” Tucker said, leaning against Mr. Lancer’s desk. “What had happened before?”

“It … It got really cold, and then I heard you yell, and I just … I blanked.”

Something in Tucker’s eyes softened. “Because you thought I was in trouble,” he supplied. “Okay, but how do we replicate that?”

Danny looked down at the ground and kicked at the tile floor. “Please,” he murmured, barely audible. “I don’t want to replicate it.”

“Danny,” Tucker said, visibly annoyed. “Sam is in trouble. You realize that?”

“I’m scared.”

“Yeah, and I’m sure Sam is scared, too.”

Danny shook his head. His vision blinked back and forth, from green to clear. “Stop,” he breathed. “Stop it.”

Seeing that his words were having an effect, Tucker crossed his arms and plowed on. “She could be dying.”

Danny put his hands on either side of his head. “Stop it!”

“She could be dead right now.”

Tucker watched as Danny went rigid, his eyes glowing green. It was scary, seeing him like that. For a moment, Tucker wondered if he’d made the wrong decision in provoking him. Then a ring of white light appeared, so bright that he had to shield his eyes. In Danny’s place was … Danny, but different. So, so much different. His hair went shockingly white. His jeans and t-shirt were replaced with a black jumpsuit. Tucker squinted. He recognized it, somehow. He remembered Danny showing him that jumpsuit a few years ago. But … it had been mainly white, not mainly black. It had changed. Like Danny.

So that’s why he’d been acting so weird lately.

Danny grabbed a hold of Tucker’s wrist. He flinched violently, but Danny kept his hold. Even through those white gloves, his hand felt cold. Standing next to Danny was like standing next to an open refrigerator.

He felt himself be lifted off the ground, and then Danny flew the two of them straight through the floor and into the school basement which, apparently, doubled as a meat locker.

“Whoa,” Tucker breathed as Danny lowered him. His feet touched the ground, but Danny remained floating. Like a bullet, he shot through a wall of cardboard boxes and disappeared from sight. A second later, Sam screamed. Her voice bounced off the walls and created an eerie echo.

Crash!

Tucker ran down the carboard box hallway and turned. Against the wall, leaning on now-cracked cement, Danny groaned.

“Danny!” Tucker shouted. He dropped down beside him, hands wavering over his form. What if he’d broken a bone or something? How was Tucker supposed to fix that?

“Tuck … ?” Danny mumbled, looking up blearily, his eyes blue once more. He gasped in fear, and at the same time that Tucker turned to see what Danny was looking at, a green bubble popped into existence around the two of them. Milliseconds later, a huge pile of frozen meat hit the shield and flew in every direction.

Tucker looked back at Danny, whose eyes were green again. He had his hands raised. When he dropped them, the green bubble disappeared without so much as a ‘Pop!’

Danny had done that? Tucker marveled. Danny reached out and grabbed Tucker’s wrist, pulling him to his feet and, after that, into the air. The ground beef monster swiped at the boys. Tucker closed his eyes and held his other arm up to block his face from the impact, but nothing happened. They’d flown straight through the ground beef monster’s arm. Using his other hand, Danny reached out and grabbed Sam by the wrist as well. She screeched, very un-Sam-like, and all three of them flew up through the ceiling and through the wall into the open air.

Danny blinked. When he opened his eyes again, they were blue and half-lidded. “Danny?” Tucker asked. Danny looked at him, took a deep breath of relief, and closed his eyes. All three of them fell the few feet there was between them and the ground. Danny transformed back.

“Danny!” Sam shouted, scrambling back. “What—?”

Tucker leaned forward and put two fingers on his wrist. “Oh, thank God, he’s alive,” he breathed. Then, turning to Sam, he said, “We need to get him home.”

In shock, blanking on what to say, Sam shut her mouth and nodded mutely.

Danny groaned. He felt like he’d been run over by a truck multiple times over.

“He’s awake!” Sam said, somewhere. Voices floated around him.

Blearily, he opened his eyes. Sam was leaning over him, her eyebrows furrowed. Behind her, Tucker sat with a matching expression. He looked past them at the white ceiling, which was decorated with faded glow in the dark stars.

“What are you guys doing in my room?” Danny asked, pushing himself upright. His head throbbed in protest, making him wince.

“Do you remember anything?” Tucker asked.

Danny blinked, confused. “Remember anything? I—” he started, but it all started coming back in bits and pieces. A ground beef monster. Flying. Grabbing Sam. Tucker finding out.

Tucker finding out.

Tucker finding out!

Danny jumped, sitting completely straight now.

“Whoa!” Sam said, holding onto his shoulder. “Calm down, it’s okay.”

Danny met Tucker’s eyes from behind Sam who, now that he knew Danny was alive and okay, was starting to look a bit annoyed. Danny had a lot of explaining to do.

He dropped his head in shame. “Look, guys,” Danny started. Sam let go of his shoulder. He pulled his knees up to his chest. “I’ve been keeping something from you.”

“That you’re part ghost?” Tucker asked. At Danny’s fearful expression, he held his hands out in front of him like, ‘calm down.’ “I’m joking.”

Danny sighed. “No, you’re right,” he said, fiddling with his blanket. “You guys know when we were watching that movie last month? When you guys wanted to check out the basement lab and I told you no?”

Slowly, Sam nodded.

“Well, after you guys left, I … went down there by myself. And my parents were building this big thing that looked like a hole in the wall, so I went inside and … and it turned on. It—” Danny gulped, unable to finish his train of thought. Instead, he said, “My parents were so excited when they came home. They said it was a portal to the ghost dimension. That they’d be able to capture ghosts and get ectoplasm samples a lot easier now. For experiments. And … I thought I just got shocked pretty bad, you know? That I was fine. But then things started happening …”

“Oh, Danny,” Sam said.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Tucker asked.

Danny put his head in his hands, unable to look them in the eye. “I was going to,” he responded. “I really was. And then my parents started talking about how they’d be able to dissect their first ghost. That they’d be able to ‘figure out what made these monsters tick.’ I got scared. I kept thinking, ‘what if they’re right? What if I am a monster?’”

“You’re not a monster,” Sam said, reaching out to him.

“But I feel like a monster, Sam.” When Danny looked up, his eyes glistened. A tear ran in a line down his cheek. “I want to … do things. Not human things. I want to jump into the ghost portal and not come back. I want to just … fly above the town for hours. Completely disconnected. And sometimes I’ll start floating around or something without even realizing it. And then today.” Danny raked a hand through his hair. “I just … blanked out. Everything went green and I stopped thinking. I’m so scared that if I let that happen again, I’m never going to be able to snap out of it. I’ll just be a ghost forever. I’ll forget about you guys, and my family, and my life …” He sniffed. “So I didn’t tell you guys. I didn’t want to drag you into it. I feel like a Dementia patient or something. Like you guys are watching me become something else. Watching me … die. And I didn’t want to admit that to myself, so… so I didn’t tell you. And I’m sorry.”

“Danny,” Tucker said, eyes wide. “Man, I had no idea.”

Sam wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tightly. “You’re not going to lose yourself, Danny. You’re not bad. You’re the best person I’ve ever met.”

“You saw what I did today,” Danny said, pulling back. “How can you be so sure?”

“You were protecting us,” Tucker said. “The whole time. When you heard me yell. When Sam was taken away. When you saved me from being crushed under hundreds of pounds of frozen meat. That was all you, dude. That wasn’t anybody else.”

“We’re going to figure this out,” Sam promised, “together. We’re here for you, Danny. We love you so, so much.”

Danny wiped at his eyes with the heel of his hand. “I love you guys, too,” he said.

Tucker jumped onto the bed, and the two of them hugged Danny until he feel asleep again.

It was the first night in a month where Danny didn’t have a nightmare.

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