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multiplefandomwritings · 2 years ago

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How to be a child

pairing: reader x the grid (platonically), Pierre Gasly x reader

warnings: swearing, description of injuries/bruises, throwing up, passing out, unconsciousness, mentioning of hospital, mentioning of crash, angst

summary: You were the mum of the grid, you always had been. Until it one day it all just gets too much, and you are in desperate need of support. Suddenly 19 boys collectively become your mum, and you need to once again learn how to be a child.

notes: i am so, sorry for the wait. life has been terrible for the me the past months, but here it finally is: part two! as a small compensation, it is very long, and i hope you will like it! feel free to leave comments and/or feedback. likes and reblogs are always appreciated! also, feel free to send in requests! you can find the first part here. a third part will follow at some point, so let me know if you want to be tagged 😊 also, a question for everyone on the taglist: Would you like to be tagged in all of my F1 work, or just in this one?

disclaimer: english is not my first language, so please excuse any mistakes 😊

word count: 8.1k

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“Shut up, you dumbass!”, whisper-yells a voice that sounds like Charles to you. “Or do you want the nurse to realize that we are way more people in here than allowed?” Several people shush at the same time, and you are utterly confused. You slowly open your eyes and catch sight of almost the whole grid cramped into the room. They are bickering with each other, and you cannot help but smile. “Hey guys!”, you croak out and your voice sounds hoarse. Immediately, they all stop talking and look at you. Pierre is the first to move and rushes over to your bed to take a hold of your hand.

“Finally, mon ange!”, he breathes out and you could’ve sworn that you can see tears welling up in his eyes. “What happened?”, you ask, still very much confused. You try to sit up, and immediately Max and Daniel rush to your side to assist you in your undertaking. When you are propped up, you look at your friends, who are standing around the bed – a hospital bed as you have realized by now. Pierre gently strokes your hand, and Lewis raises his voice to tell you what had happened.

After your collapsed in Pierre´s arms, and your friends and colleagues form a wall to shield you, Pierre gently picks you up and carries you out of the public eye and into Lando´s room. Everyone is close to panic, no one really knowing what had prompted you to pass out. The doctors, alerted by someone, rush in, and examine you. They cannot really find any reason, apart from the injuries in your face. They suspect that it might be something severe, so the whole grid is close to losing their mind. You are than a friend to most, rather part of their family. The called ambulance takes you with them, Pierre riding in the back with you.

When you arrive at the hospital, the doctors take you away from Pierre to examine you thoroughly, determined to find out what is wrong with you. It takes an hour, one more, and another. By now, the hallway of the floor you are on is filled with the other drivers. Everyone wanted to be there for you when you wake up. With every minute, the boys get more nervous, grow more worried. After four hours, the doctor comes out.

“We stabilized her. We assume that she suffered an acute exhaustion attack, caused by a lack of sleep and too much stress paired with a concussion. We expect her to sleep for a few days, but she was lucky. It could have been way worse. She will need to rest as much as possible once she wakes up to ensure that neither her brain nor her heart will suffer from long term consequences.”

The drivers are all shocked. You are still so young, and now this. They realise, all for themselves, that maybe they had demanded too much of you for too long. Guilt threatened to eat up them, more with every day you didn’t wake up for. Until three later, on a Wednesday, you finally wake up again.

You are quiet for a few minutes. Just when you are about to say something, the door opens and a nurse steps in. When she sees all the drivers, she rushes them out - all except one. Pierre doesn’t leave your side. He sits with you when the doctor comes in and tells you that you were lucky. He makes it very clear that you must take time for yourself to make sure that you would not suffer lasting effects. You nod, trying to understand everything he says.

“Would you mind leaving me alone for a minute, please?”, you ask. The doctor nods, while Pierre stays by your side. “You too, Pierre.” He looks at you, shocked for a minute, offended even. “Don’t send me away, y/n. You seem like you need someone with you right now.” “Just give me a fucking minute alone, Pierre!”, you snap at him, and he gets up and leaves without another word. You know that wasn’t fair, but your whole world just turned upside down. You will apologize later.

You clench your hands to fists; you feel like you are going to lose your shit. The feelings threaten to drown you, you are barely able to keep yourself over the water. You need to get out of here – you want to be everywhere but here. You lift yourself out of bed, determination flooding your system. When you stand up, you grind your teeth. Your whole body is almost shaking because just the act of getting up was so exhausting. You feel so very small, weak, and fragile. You take two, three slow steps, holding onto the hospital bed with every step. When you reach the end of the bed, you back another step forward, but without holding onto something, your body gives in. You crash to the ground; your body hits the floor with a loud thud.

Immediately, the door opens and Pierre storms in. He sees on you sitting on the floor, knees pulled to your chest, head buried in your hands. He rushes over to you and takes you in his arms. “I am so afraid, Pierre!”, you sob into his shoulder as he holds you. His heart breaks right there and then. You cry for what feels like hours, and when you are done, Pierre helps you onto the bed again. The doctors had allowed for you to leave the hospital in Brazil to be taken care of by your personal doctor in Monaco. However, much comes with that – your transport must be organized, you have to talk to the team, and all of that.

You are starting to panic, you feel so exhausted still, you have no idea how you would be able to manage all of that. “You don’t need to worry, ange. We are scheduled to fly out tonight in the private jet, everything around the transport is organized. Only Max, Daniel, Lando and I will join so that you can rest as much as possible. We will have to leave for the weekend, but I will promise you that we will be back as soon as possible.” You nod, overwhelmed that they cared so much for you. After one last check up, the doctor wishes you all the best and discharges you.

They provide you with a wheelchair because you are still weakened and every bone in your body hurts – even the ones you didn’t know you had. Pierre pushes you out of the hospital and towards the parking lot, where you can spot Daniel standing between an unfamiliar car. Usually, all of you drove fast and sporty cars, but this was a car you expected to see in a suburban neighbourhood where everyone had at least three kids.

“Nice ride!”, you say, and your voice is still hoarse. You are pretty sure that you look like shit, but the boys do not let on. They don’t look at you with pity and you are beyond grateful for that. “Thanks, we had to improvise a bit!” Daniel walks over to you and pulls you out of the wheelchair with ease, lifting you into his arms bridal style. He carries you over to the car, careful to not hurt you. However, his limb coordination when it comes to carrying people apparently isn’t the best. You close your eyes when you see the car door frame coming closer, but instead of bumping into the hard metal, your head is met with a soft surface. You open your eyes and see Lando smiling at you. The boy had put his hand over the door frame, softening the impact. Your eyes almost start to water at the sweet gesture.

Once you are seated, Pierre climbs into the back with you and helps you to put your seatbelt on before he settles himself in. Lando sits in the back as well. Max is the passenger princess. Daniel is starting the car, and you watch Max still without his seatbelt on. Before, you can say something, Pierre turns to Max. “Put your fucking seatbelt on!”, he says and a small smile appears on your face. You don’t really catch more of the chatting, as just the way to the car exhausted you completely and you opt for some sleep. Pierre´s shoulder functions as your cushion, and it is quite comfortable, at least for this purpose. Already almost in slumber you only subconsciously realize that someone puts a blanket over you. You snuggle closer into Pierre and fall into a deep and dreamless slumber.

You wake when someone unbuckles your seatbelt. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you!”, Pierre apologizes, but you wave it off. “I think I have slept enough the past days”, you joke half-heartedly, and he gives you a tiny smile. Only now in this close proximity, you can see the dark bags under his eyes, the worry on his face. He looks five years older, beard unshaved, little stubbles growing in a disorganized way. “I am sorry for causing you so much worry”, you whisper barely audible, but he hears you, like he always does. He shakes his head. “Mon ange, no. None of this is your fault, if anything, it is ours.” You are just about to ask what he means when Daniel interrupts the two of you.

“We should get going!”, he says, and Pierre helps you out of the car. He carries you the last few meters to the jet, and places you down on one of the seats. Before you can engage in a conversation with him, Lando joins you on the seat next to you and slams a big bag on the table. “Y/n, I hope you are hungry!” You focus your attention on him and just now realize how hungry you are. “Starving, actually!” Lando smacks his lips and starts unpacking the bag. “Well, in that case, good for you, because I come prepared!” There is everything you could ask for – snacks, fruits, sandwiches. You decide to start with an apple, which Lando insists on cutting into small pieces for you. “Lando!”, you laugh, “I am not a child!” He grins. “Well, y/n, you need care and nursing and love now, so we all have decided to you are no longer our mum, you are now our child!” You flip him off playfully and continue to eat your apple pieces quietly while Lando talks your ear off, which you honestly do not mind. It distracts you from all the negative thoughts.

After a few hours, Daniel, Lando and Max are asleep. You are quite awake on the other hand and the soft shine of a display coming from Pierre´s seat indicates that he as well is awake. You carefully walk over to him, holding onto the seats. It takes all of your strength to make the few meters, but you manage and fall into the seat next to the Frenchman. He looks up from his phone and gifts you a smile. “Hey”, you say softly, “You okay?” Pierre shakes his head but continues to smile. “You are unbelievable, y/n! You are the one that was in the hospital the last days, not me.” “I can still worry about you guys though, no?”, you grin crookedly, but Pierre is still very serious. “Of course, but the important thing now is that you need to get better, and to do that, you need to learn to say no, and you need to learn to listen to yourself.” You want to interrupt him, but he doesn’t let you. “But most importantly, we – me and the others – need to learn to get our own shit together, and not always bother you!”

You can feel that he is a bit angry, so you gently place your hand on his biceps. “Pierre, you never bothered me. It was just a bit too much the past weeks! Everything will be fine, in fact, everything is fine.” Pierre shakes his head at you, you can feel that he is still upset. “No, nothing is fine. The last days were absolutely horrible, y/n. I was so afraid; I don’t think I have ever been this afraid. I couldn’t sleep because I was afraid that I would wake up and someone was going to tell me that you died. It was a nightmare, I don’t ever want to feel that again – so I am begging you, please take all the time you need to rest and heal. I cannot lose you.” You are a taken aback by his words. “I will, I promise!”, you say, and Pierre pulls you onto his lap and into a tight hug. He doesn’t let go for a while, and you don’t mind. It keeps you from falling apart.

You land a few hours later, you before you can protest, Lando lifts you out of your seat. “My turn!”, he laughs, and you decide to not pick a fight. “Yeah, it’s cool”, you say and playfully roll your eyes, “Just pick me up whenever.” Lando makes a sad face, and you can sense that he feels bad. “I am sorry”, he utters, “I should have at least asked if it was okay for me to pick you up!” You shake your head. “Don’t worry about it, its not like a have a choice. I can´t exactly walk away”, you joke. You know it is a bad joke, and maybe it was too early to joke about it. For a moment, it is quiet, but then Daniel lets out a little snort. He tries his best to keep in a laugh, but when Max looks at him, he cannot help himself and bursts out laughing. The Dutchman joins him, so do you, and in a matter of seconds, Pierre and Lando are laughing as well. It takes you a while to calm down, because all of you just really needed to laugh off the shock of the past days.

Lando carries you down and into the car. Charles had offered to pick you up and drive you to your apartment, joined by Pierre. “Hey Charles!”, you greet the man and move over to give him an uncomfortable hug over the middle console. He doesn’t seem to mind, however. “You don’t know how good it is to see you, y/n!” You smile at him after you pull away, and he starts the car as soon as Pierre has settled in as well. A bit later, you arrive by your apartment building. Pierre gets out the wheelchair, and helps you to climb in. It is still new for you, and you hope that you will get rid of it soon. It makes you feel utterly helpless, but just the few steps in the plane earlier were hard and exhausting. For a moment, the thought that you might never be able to race again crosses your mind, but you push it away violently. So far, you had achieved everything in your life that you had set your mind to, and you sure as hell will not let anything stop you now.

It feels good to be back in your own space. You exhale deeply and you immediately start to feel a bit better. The familiar surrounding eases your negative thoughts, and you find yourself calming down. “Alright”, says Charles, “I will get going and get the crutches from the doctor, and get groceries, then I will be back!” Before you can say something, he is out of the door. “The doctors in Brazil contacted your doctor here to consult and discuss next steps.” You nod, feeling slightly overwhelmed. Pierre tells you bit more about the topic, but you can’t really focus your attention. At some point, you let out a big yawn. Pierre chuckles. “Seems like someone is tired!” “Exhausted”, you tell him, and he gives you an understanding nod. “How about you take a nap?”, he offers. “Sounds super!”

He helps you into your room, where you quickly change into some shorts and a shirt. After you are done, Pierre enters the room with a glass of water in his hand. “I know that you like to keep a glass of water next to your bed, so I figured I would bring you one!” “How do you know?”, you question. He shrugs his shoulders. “You mentioned it one day…” “Thank you!” He smiles at you, puts the glass down and grabs the blanket. He throws it over you and gently tugs you in. “Sleep well, mon ange!”, he says but you are already sound asleep.

The next week is exhausting, more mentally than physically. You are able to leave the wheelchair rather quickly, but you still the need the crutches for support. Despite the fact that you weren’t really injured, at least not in the traditional sense, your body was still weak. You just cannot really rely on it right now, so the crutches are there to support and help you. You are just happy that you are out of the wheelchair and that you have a tiny bit of your independency back. What helps even more however, is the constant support of your friends. They cannot be with you right now, as there are still two more races for them to finish. Your doctor appointments keep you occupied, your family visits and helps you with whatever you need. Your friends call you, sometimes just to tell you minor things but it helps. You don’t feel isolated, and you cheer on them from your living room. Right now, it feels okay to not be on track – you feel like you are going to be okay.

The season ends in the end of November. Winter has Monaco in its grip, the first snow falls. Everything looks so pretty that you cannot really feel down. On top of that you love Christmas, and you keep yourself busy with present shopping, at least until you have to get ready to leave for England. It is a Tuesday, and you had just been at the doctor’s office. While your doctor is sure that you will fully recover, he also gives you a real perspective on things. The possibility is there that you can race next season, but the cost could potentially be high. He tells you to consider your options. Lando picks you up from this appointment and together you drive to the airport. The two of you were scheduled to fly to the McLaren headquarters for a week to discuss the next possible steps. The flight goes over quick, you are unusually quiet – and Lando just lets you be. He can sense that you need the time, so he gives it to you.

When you step out of the airport, Zak waits for there for you personally. The older man pulls you in a tight hug, it had been a while since he had seen you in person. “Good to see you, kid!”, he tells you with a fatherly tone in his voice. You grin at him, happy to see him. You climb into the car and Zak drives you to his home, to have dinner with his family. You quite enjoy it, but you feel yourself get tired after a while. Lando notices and decides to call a taxi for the both of you to drive to the hotel.

You share a suite, in case something was to happen during the night, but you sleep well. After a nice breakfast, you are getting picked up for the headquarters and inside you are feeling very nervous. You are good at hiding it, but you fiddle with your fingers. Lando takes one of your hands and gently squeezes it. Only now that you are not good on foot you realize how big the McLaren compound really is.

The core team meets in a room close to the entrance for your sake. They are all beyond happy to see you, everyone is relieved that you are on your feet again, at least partly. It is not many people, as you agreed with Zak to discuss the next steps in a small team before you met with everyone. After exchanging some courtesies, it is time for you to tell them of your decision. You take a deep breath and Lando once again squeezes your hand. No one knows what you are going to tell them, and you don’t really know how to tell them. You decide it is best to rip the band aid of fast.

“After consulting with my doctor yesterday, I think it is best if I resign for indeterminate time, until I am fully recovered.” The room is eerily quiet, everyone is a bit shocked. “While I could possibly sit myself into the car next season, I would not be able to give you guys the results you deserve. Trust me, this is not what I wanted, but if I race next season, the possibility of lasting health issues is very likely, and I do not believe that some half-assed results are worth that. I want to apologize –“ “Don’t!”, Zak interrupts you, “We have all developed a soft spot for you in our hearts, and we were all shocked when we heard what the doctors in Brazil said. Your health comes first. While we are deeply saddened about you resigning for indeterminate time, I believe I speak for all of us when I say that we would like to keep you around one way or the other.” You nod, tears welling up in your eyes. On the one side because they were so supportive, on the other side because you stating your resignation makes it a lot more real.

Now it is official – at least within your team – that you will not start next season. It feels a bit like your world is ending, your goals are out of your reach. You feel hopeless, and like you are – quite frankly – an absolute loser. Self-doubts threaten to eat you up, you want to curl up in a ball and just stop existing for a while. You spent the rest of the meeting lost in your thoughts, and the next days go by in a blur. You visit the headquarter many more times that week, talking to the team, discussing the best way to communicate your indeterminate resignation. You call Pierre a lot, telling him about everything. He deserves to know from you, so do all of your other friends. You cry a lot those days, Lando never quite leaving your side. He is there for you, so is everyone else. Yet you find yourself withdrawing yourself from almost everyone except Pierre. You call him daily, sometimes more than once. Many times, he has to listen to you softly sobbing into the phone, and it breaks his heart. But he never blames you, he always listens, he always comforts you.

After an exhausting week, there is only one more thing to do – film your resignation video. You cry during the video too, but you don’t mind – you love your fans, and they deserve to know the truth and witness your real feelings about your resignation. In the end, the video is 10 minutes long – you explain your reasons, you promise that you will be back. And you mean that. Somehow, you have found your fighting spirit once again. The video ends with a collage of your best moments in F1. A tribute to your achievements so far, but you are now certain there will be more eventually. You will put all the work in necessary so that you would heal properly, and that you would be able to sit in the car next year.

You fly back to Monaco alone – Lando would have come with you, but you told him to stay home with his family for a bit. He drove you to the airport and saw that you get to the plane just fine. When you land, Lewis and Valtteri are already there to welcome you back. They are kind and gentle and brotherly, and your soul heals a bit when they take you to lunch that day. They don’t make you feel like a loser anymore, they tell you that they are proud of you for making this hard decision. The three of you share things that you have never spoken about before, and it helps. The sun is shining on a white Monaco and your heart becomes full and hopeful. You are still weak and exhausted, and when they take you home you are more than ready to sleep, but it is different.

The next week is a busy week once again. You visit your doctor and your personal trainer a lot, discussing measures to help you healing, and setting up a slow training program that would help keep you in shape, while not overburdening your body. You still call Pierre every day to talk to him. He is with his family in France for Christmas, and he has invited you to join him. You tell him you will once you feel better. He understands, like he always does. He makes you laugh with his joke, and he tells you he misses you. You miss him, and when he drops one of his compliments, it is somehow different now. Your cheeks heat up sometimes, and your heart skips a beat.

Christmas is nice, and special. You are home, and for once you have nothing to do – no real training, only little exercises. No media duties, and you enjoy the time with your family. After New Year’s, you travel back to home to Monaco to rest and heal. The boys are all there for you – for whatever you need. They ask you how you are all the time, and they help you where they can. It is the little things, really, and one day you feel particularly bad about it. You cannot really give them anything back at the moment, and you feel like you are using them. You wake up with those feelings that they, and to distract yourself from them, you go on Instagram. Scrolling through your feed, you occasionally send them funny videos. It was the least you could do. After an hour or so, you lift yourself out of the bed, finally. You are very hungry, and you think about ordering something, when suddenly your doorbell rings. You need some time to reach it, walking slowly with your crutches, and when you open it, Daniel stands there in front of you. “You send me the first Reel on Instagram like one hour ago, so I figured you are hungry by now. I brought groceries and I am here to cook for you!” “I… You shouldn’t have!”, you try to argue, but Daniel already moves past you and into your kitchen. You follow him slowly.

When you see that he is already collecting dishes to prepare breakfast, you just sigh. He picks up the defeated sound and perks up, smiling at you. His face falls when he sees the way you look at him, like you are almost crying. “Hey hon, what´s up?”, he asks you. “I just… I feel so bad about all of this. I feel like I am using all of you, and like I am not giving anything back!” Daniel shakes is head violently, and he comes over to pull you in a hug. You almost disappear in it, and he draws soothing circles on your back. “Y/n, don’t ever say or think something like that again. You have almost given your life for us, and this is what friends are here for. We help each other when we can – sometimes one or the other does give a bit more. It equals out in the end. Besides, you still listen to all of us rambling, and you still give the best advice!” He pulls away and a tiny smile is on your face now. He ruffles your hair and before you can protest, he is back in the kitchen. “Now, go rest your ass on the couch, mate!”, he says, and you cannot help but laugh when you limp over to the living room.

Breakfast is nice, and Daniel makes you laugh with his stupid jokes. It is good to feel like this. You know that right now was the easy part – your friends are here, and they all have time for you. But you are afraid of what is coming after the winter break – when they are all gone, and you won’t be able to be with them doing the things you love the most. It will most likely break your heart, but you try not to think about it, at least not now.

It is a few weeks later, the next season will start soon. You have picked up training again, very slowly. It mainly consisted off walking on the treadmill, holding onto the sides. A few easy exercises that keep your body mobile and flexible and your muscles occupied. Spring is blooming in Monaco; the first sun is shining. Everything is going well. Well, almost everything. Right now, you are beyond embarrassed.

You had felt better today, so you had taken the taxi down to your favourite park to enjoy some time there. It had been late afternoon already, you had walked around a bit and sat down in a small restaurant to eat dinner. Now, it is later than expected, it was dark, getting colder by the minute, and you are beyond exhausted. Furthermore, the crippling feeling in your legs leaves you to panic, which is why you – against all rationality – do not call a taxi. Instead, you call Max, who picks up almost immediately. “Can you pick me up, Maxie?”, you choke out, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. “Send me your location!”, he says, and you can hear that he already picks up his keys. You nod, even though he cannot see that, and send him your location with shaky fingers. Max is there just ten minutes later to collect you. As soon as you see him, the tears really start to flow. He wraps his arms around you, his sweatshirt is collecting your tears, and he whispers encouragements while he gently strokes your hair. After a few minutes, you calm down and he helps you to his car.

He holds open the passenger door for you, and you climb in, almost falling because your legs are giving out under you. But Max is there, he catches you, and helps you. He closes the door behind you and gets in on his side. “You okay?”, he asks. You nod, using the sleeves of your sweatshirt to wipe away the leftovers of your tears. Max starts the car and drives through the dark streets of Monaco. You don’t know where he is going until he stops at the drive through of a Fast-Food restaurant. “I figured the occasion called for ice cream or a milkshake”, he tells you when you he sees your questioning expression. A tiny smile creeps onto your face. Max orders you a milkshake and gives it to you. You hold it in two hands like a child and Max cannot help but laugh. You pout a little, but ultimately smile when he takes a picture of you holding the cup in your hand.

He drives you to your place and helps you up to your apartment. Reaching the door, he stops for a moment and thinks. “Would you like some company tonight?” For a moment you think about telling him to go home, because you don’t want to trouble him any further. But being alone tonight sounds terrible, so you push down the unnecessary feeling of guilt and nod. He steps into the apartment with you and helps you take of your jacket. Together, the two of you settle in on the couch and put on a movie. You feel your eyes get heavy, but before you can tell Max that he might as well go home as you are about to fall asleep, you slip into slumber.

The next morning, you wake up in your bed. You stretch and roll over to your phone. A text from Max. “Don’t get scared when you wake up, I am sleeping on the couch.” You smile to yourself and get up. Max is still asleep, so you climb into the shower. Once you are done and dressed, you make your way into the kitchen to make breakfast. Already in the hallway, you hear voices. You are confused – you know that Max is here, but who else? Stepping into the kitchen, your eyes fall on Pierre. Immediately, a big smile appears on your face. “Pierre!”, you exclaim happily and his face lights up once his eyes fall on you. He rushed over and wraps you in a tight hug. What you don’t see is the wiggling eyebrows Max aims at Pierre. Pierre just rolls his eyes and then closes them to take in your scent for a moment. Soon after, you break the hug, but Pierre stays close, his arm loosely wrapped around your hips.

Max excuses himself shortly after, as he has an appointment. You bit him goodbye, and when the door falls close, you turn around to Pierre. “Why are you here already?”, you ask him, and he flashes you a cheeky grin. “Not happy to see me?” You shake your head but laugh. “I am more than happy to see you, Pierre! I was just thought you would arrive in two days.” “Well,”, he says and wraps you in another hug, “I really wanted to see you!” You are happy that your face is buried in his chest because a blush creeps on your cheeks.

Pierre pulls back a little and looks at you. “Are you feeling better today?”, he asks with genuine concern. You nod, “Yeah, thanks to Max. He picked me up last night and stayed over to make sure I was okay.” “Max told me what happened. Please, ange, you need to be careful. I know it is hard to be confined in this space and not being as independent as you used to be, but you need to watch out for your health.” You sigh, but nod. “I know. I am just really tired off this, and I want to experience things again. I am afraid that I won’t ever be able to get into the car again…” Pierre nods understandingly. “I get that. But the more you rest and listen to your body, the sooner you will be fully healed.” “Yeah, you are right. I –“, you want to say something more, but suddenly, your stomach growls.

Pierre laughs and you grin, a bit embarrassed. “I think you need some food!”, Pierre says. “Yeah, I am starving!” The two of you make your way into the kitchen and just now you see the huge bouquet of flowers on your kitchen counter. “Wow, these are beautiful”, you exclaim, “Thank you Pierre!” He smiles and waves it off. “It´s nothing”, he says, but for you, it is everything. Pierre pulls out one of your pans, and as you are about to help him, he shoots you a glare. You lift your hands up in mock defence and make your way into the living room. You get your laptop from the couch and sit down on the dining table, as you have some things to finish up. Just because you were not a driver anymore, that didn’t mean that you had nothing to do. Especially now that the winter break slowly came to an end – you had agreed with McLaren that you would be involved in their Social Media activity. It had been Lando´s idea, and you are really grateful for it.

While you couldn’t start on the grid next season, you also didn’t want to entirely leave the F1 world. You are not yet sure if that is a good decision, to be involved but not driving, but you would have to wait and see. Pierre joins you a bit later with some breakfast, and you are beyond happy to finally have him with you again. The two of you will spend some time in Monaco together, before the new season started.

You make the most out of that time. Some days you just sleep in, you in your bed and Pierre in the guest bedroom, and then you would have a long breakfast, you would take a little walk, talked with the fans. He helps you with your exercises, he is a gentle trainer, yet he inspires you to go a tiny, tiny step forward every day. He massages your muscles when they are tired, he applies the lotion your doctor prescribed you. He takes you out for lunch or dinner, he goes shopping with you if that is what you desire. He finds the best clothes for you, you feel pretty in them, you feel worth it in them. He makes you feel safe and protected and if you knew better you would say that he makes you feel loved, but you don’t talk about that. Right now, it is not the time for it, and you both just enjoy what you have for now. The lingering touches, the way the two of you gravitated towards each other. He takes good care of you, and he never gives you the feeling of being a burden, even if you need help with silly little things. Like when your arms and hands are so tired that you cannot take off your own socks. He never makes you feel like you have to be embarrassed about any of those things and it helps.

The break ends soon after these great moments and you hold up quite well. Saying goodbye to Pierre is hard, and you cry. He holds you and presses a kiss on your forehead and tell you that you can always call him. But it will be different, there will be the time difference and he will be busy, and you will be not. He still makes sure to call you whenever, and it works good somehow. Maybe it is because summer comes to Monaco and your friends visit you whenever you can. You train, you take it easy, you rest, and you heal. Soon enough, you are able to go for jogs again, your training becomes longer and harder and you seem to be on the right way. By the summer break, you feel stronger already, and life is rather normal again. You still feel exhausted some days and you are not where you used to be. But you were okay with that.

The sun lifts your mood up, even on the days you don’t manage to run very far. You still go out these days, just go get the kilometres down, to keep your body moving. Summer break comes, and with that the boys are back in town. They spend most of their free time with you, and you are beyond grateful for that. It means the world to you, that they come and visit. Pierre spends a lot of time in Monaco with you as well. You take it easy, enjoying the time together. Just like over winter break, he takes you out a lot. You go and see museums, concerts, whatever there is to do. Some days are exciting, others are slow and relaxing. You take naps on the day bed on your balcony, enjoying the warm summer sun. Your head often rests on Pierre´s lap, or you are cuddled up in his arms during those naps. Still, you don’t talk about it, it is all very natural, your relationship growing stronger every minute you spend together. However, labelling it is not your priority right now, it is still your healing journey.

The two of you also spend lot of time together with the other drivers. Like today for example. Currently, you are laying in the warm sun on the deck of Charles yacht. The boys are bickering about something, while you are reading. You had just left the harbour a few minutes ago, and the boys already distracted you from your book. You cannot help but smile though, you had missed this. It was almost like you were still part of the driver line-up, and you feel relieved that nothing has really changed. They are all still the same adorable dorks they used to be. Some time later, Charles stops the yacht in the middle of the sea. By now you are sweating and very warm, so you are the first person to take the leap of the deck into the ocean.

It is not really a problem; you feel good today. The guys follow soon after, and you start to joke around, splash each other with water, dunking each other under. You have so much fun that you don’t really listen to your body. You splash and dunk and swim around. Pierre watches you closely, like he always does. When you climb up the ladder, he is relieved that you choose to take a break, so he follows. You, however, have other plans. You are about to get ready to jump off the boat another time, when Pierre stops you. “You sure about that, do you not rather want to take a break?” You grin at him with the objective to calm him down. “I feel fine, Pierre!” He nods. “Just be careful, okay?” “Of course!”

You feel your mistake when you start to run to jump off the deck. Your legs are suddenly very, very heavy. You cannot stop anymore however, and before you realize, you are in the air. The force of impact on the surface of the water knocks the breath out of your lungs, your entire body suddenly feels heavy – almost too heavy for you to swim towards the surface. It takes you long to emerge from the water, too long. The others realize when you don’t come up immediately. Charles starts to swim towards you. A splash rips you from your apathy and you swim towards the surface with heavy arms. You emerge coughing and one second later Pierre is right next to you. He helps you to hold yourself over water, and soon, Charles is by your side as well. You are embarrassed, but they don’t let on how scared they really were. Pierre helps you up the stairs and you sit down in one of the seating areas. Pierre brings you a towel and wraps you in it. When the towel is around you, he doesn’t let go. “I am sorry!”, you whisper, “I should have listened to you.” Pierre shakes his head. “Don’t worry, just don’t scare me like that again.” “I won´t!”, you promise and snuggle closer into Pierre. He holds you and you fall asleep soon after.

The rest of the summer break is spent similar. You hang out with Pierre and the guys, you go to France with Pierre, you visit your family, life is good. But then, the races start again, and fall comes to Monaco and with that the rain and the grey days. You are not able to go out of your apartment that much anymore, you are lacking energy and you feel like you are making steps back. Your training doesn’t go as smooch anymore, you feel like your comeback might be in jeopardy.

You are in a bad mood, there is no reason to sugar coat that. You are beyond miserable. The feeling that you will not return next season haunts you, and you are terrified of it. What if you will not manage to ever race again? You have never known something else; you have never learned something else. You feel like you are drowning, and your saving comes in form of a particular Frenchman. He knows that you had been able to go on runs again and that you did harder workouts again, he knows that you were on a way to get better. When your best friend calls him and tells him that you spent most of your days inside now not doing much, he doesn’t believe it at first.

He does, however, when you open the door and look like you haven’t changed out of your sweatpants in a week. You look messy, eyes puffy and tired features. He is scared to see you like this, so hopeless and so… He doesn’t know how to describe it, but you look so little, so tiny. You weren’t the tallest, but usually you carried yourself like you were the tallest in any room. Now, you are hunched over. For a moment he thinks you are going to close the door in his face, but you don’t. “Put your clothes on, we are going for a run!”, he tells you. You don’t protest verbally, but your attitude shows him enough. He doesn’t flinch though. He drags you out of the apartment – you still haven’t said a word. He takes your hand when you arrive downstairs, and he pulls you with him. A little “Pierre, I can´t!” leaves your mouth, but he pretends that he doesn’t hear it. And, after the first meters, you seem to shake off the paralysis that had a tight grip on you the past week.

Your breath is steady, and you are keeping up well with him. It starts to rain, the trail becomes wet, and you slip at some point. You fall, and this little happening seems to make you fall apart. You stay on the ground, and you don’t grab Pierre´s hand when he reaches out. At first, he doesn’t realize but then he sees that you are crying, and he doesn’t care about his outfit – he drops to his knees next to you and hugs you. You want to turn away from him, you feel so fucking weak and pathetic, and he sees you in that state. It embarrasses you; it makes you angry. You want to push him away, you struggle a bit against his grip, but Pierre doesn't let go of you.

“Why am I so weak?”, you cry softly in his shirt, but Pierre hears you. “You are not weak, mon ange”, he whispers. He pulls you a bit closer, like he is afraid that the rain will wash and carry you away. “You are the strongest person I know. I know that life is hard at the moment, and I cannot imagine how you are feeling. But you will get there, I know that!” “I feel like I am the absolute worst version of myself right now, and I just don’t see myself driving next year, but… But that´s all I have ever known, it´s all I have ever wanted!” Pierre still holds you close. The rain is coming down harder now, and you are getting soaked to the skin. You don’t care, it doesn’t matter to you. “If I know anything, I know that you will come back stronger next than ever next year!” “Why do you keep on believing in me, Pierre?”

“You might see yourself as the worst version of yourself right now, but I think you are the strongest, the fiercest version of yourself right now.” For a moment, Pierre falls silent. He takes a deep breathe before he whispers the words into your ear, as if he is afraid that they will be washed away by the rain when he speaks up or speaks them further away from you. “And I believe in you because it is the only thing that keeps me sane. I cannot even begin to think about the fact that you might not ever race again, because it would affect my life in so many ways. It might be selfish, but I would not get to see you as much anymore, and the thought of that is terrible to me. I want to be able to come out of the garage and walk over to hug you. I want to hear your laugh sound all over the paddock because someone cracked a joke. And, most importantly, I believe in you because I am completely and helplessly in love with you.”

You need a moment to take that information in, understanding what he just told you. “You don’t need to say anything, I –“, you stop him by pulling out of his hug and taking your face in both of your hands. The position is not really comfortable, but you don´t care. You press your cold lips against his and kiss him. He kisses you back, and you can feel his warmth seeping into your bones. The rain is still coming down hard, but all you can feel is Pierre's arms around you, and it feels like you have found a lifeline, like you have a new purpose to fight and return stronger than before.

#formula one x reader #f1 x you #f1 imagine #formula 1 fanfic #f1 fic #charles leclerc #lewis hamilton #sergio checo pérez #pierre gasly x y/n #pierre gasly fluff #pierre gasly x reader #pierre gasly imagine #max verstappen x reader #valtteri bottas #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo #lando norris x reader #lando norris imagine #lando norris

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shepherdsheart · 1 year ago

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Dont Blame the Boy

DpxDc Prompt

Bruce was no stranger to taking in children into his home considering the many he called his own. So he was no stranger to the struggles of a new family member, each of his children had been different.

Dick had been out for blood when Bruce first took him into his home. The boy grieving for his parents was set on revenge and had promised to make there killer pay. How different he was now compared to the child he first brought home.

Then there was Jason who at first was angry and miss understood. But as time went he began to see the book loving boy who loved to learn. He was always enthusiastic to learn but he could be brash and hard headed at first. Jason still held a great love for learning but the young man was no loner as open with the family and he had developed quite a dark sense of humor.

Tim of course was a kind and smart young man with a love for knowledge. The boy was a natural genius though he did need some encouragement at first.

Bruce could go on and on about them and his other children. He was proud of how far they had all come with Damian the most recent addition before now.

Now though he was faced with a challenge, he was faced with young Daniel or Danny as the boy preferred. Danny had only lived in the manner for about 2 months now and still they had no progress of pulling the boy out of his shell.

Bruce had been reluctant at first to take in such an unstable child but when he met the boy he couldn’t say no. Seeing such pain and distrust in the boys eyes broke Bruce’s heart.

Danny had fallen victim to his parents over a year ago when they had decided he was something no longer human and as such needed to be researched. They had experimented on there own child for over a year before the boy finally broke. The boy had snapped after all the tournament they had put him through before he went on a rage filled massacre.

To put it lightly there wasn’t much left of the Fentons by the time the police arrived to investigate a call made by some concerned citizens.

With the state of the lab and Danny himself the police had called in the League for assistance where Danny was then rushed to the tower for emergency care.

Danny had been in a medically induced coma for over a month because of his violent reaction to anyone who approached him. And after he was put through intensive therapy mental and physical with several doctors.

It had been months sense then and the boy no longer acted like a caged animal but he was still very much an animal, lashing out when he felt threatened or cornered, retreating when things became to much and he didn’t blame him.

Bruce understood why the boy didn’t trust people, didn’t trust adults. After years of people failing him and the year of torment? He didn’t blame him.

Bruce didn’t blame the boy though and he was certain that with time and care Danny would come out of his shell and join the rest of the flock but till then they would work the best they could to make him feel safe and comfortable.

No he didn’t blame the boy at all

#dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dp x dc au

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hypewinter · 1 year ago

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The Many Hats of Danny

F1 driver

Idol

Comedian

Auto repair shop

Ghost hotel

Various

Planetarium

Person assistant

Antique shop

Tutor

Doctor

Franchise owner

Book shop

Opera singer

Butler

President?

Babysitter

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #hyper prompts #masterlist

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ppth-staff · 4 months ago

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PPTH Staff Directory

Administration

Hen Nenaginad, Dr. Cuddy’s personal assistant (@toplessoncology), ask blog @ppthparttimer

Cardiology

Sydney Forrest, Head of Cardiology (@wilsons-three-legged-siamese), ask blog @ask-head-of-cardio

Custodial

Bruce N. Valentine (@ghostboyhood), ask blog @the-cleaning-guy

Diagnostics

Haven Ross House (@birdyboyfly), ask blog @ultimate-diagnostician-haven

Teagan Sinclair, Gynecologist (@robbinggoodfellows), ask blog @ask-teagan-sinclair

Cosmo Anderson, House's personal assistant (@cupofmints), ask blog @underpaid-assistant

Emergency Medical Services

Dr. Kadee Montgomery, Head of Emergency Medical Services and Infectious Disease Specialist (@privatehousesanatomy), ask blog @kadeejeanmontgomery

Anji Foxx-Knight, Ambulance Operator and Automotive Technician (@rainismdata), ask blog @technician-para-driver

Fritz Litte, ER Doctor, ask blog @erdocfritz

Dr. Rylan Hopps, ER Physician (@dndadsbara), ask blog @nervous-physician

Endocrinology

Ev Price, Head of Endocrinology (@sillyhyperfixator), ask blog @ppth-endocrinology-head

Dr. Katherine “Kate” Rooke, Endocrinologist (@katttkhaos), ask blog @drkrooke

Epidemiology

Dr. Arwen Callejas, Head of Epidemiology (@addicbookedout)

Emilie Martin, Epidemiologist (@picking-dandelions-and-tunes)

Forensics

Stevie “Bird” Corcoran, Forensic Scientist and Teacher (@1mlostnow), ask blog @head-of-forensics

Melvin Rideau, Forensic Technician (@datas-boobs), ask blog @ppth-forensic-technician

Hematology

Ivan Andrews, Hematologist (@kleinekorpus)

Andrew Hayes, Software Engineer (@tired-and-bored-nerd), ask blog @ask-ppths-it-guy

Lab

Anatol Dybowski, Head Lab Scientist (@tino-i-guess), ask blog @ppth-lab-head

Legal

Valerie Carr, Legal Consultant (@writing-and-sillies), ask blog @ask-ppth-legal

OB-GYN

Dr. Fluoxetine Pearl, Head of OB-GYN (@asclexe), ask blog @ppth-obgyn-dept-head-real

Dr. Katherine Rhodes, Head of NICU and ICU (@privatehousesanatomy), ask blog @katherineelainerhodes)

Danny Begay, Gynecologist (@hemlocksloadofbull), ask blog @ask-danny-in-gynecology

Oncology

Dr. Francesca Scott, Head of Oncology (@birdyboyfly), ask blog @ask-head-of-oncology

Leo Fitsher, Nurse (@asclexe)

Mat Hulme, Ongologist (@evilchildeyeeter), ask blog @ratfather-oncologist

Dr. Gavin Maxwell, Hematologist (@worldrusher), ask blog @dr-maxwell-hemaoncol

Ophthalmology

Maddox “Maddie” N. Jagajiva, Ophthalmologist (@rainismdata), ask blog @dr-visionary-counselor

Pediatrics

Dr. Nanette “Ninny” Amesbury, Head of Pediatrics (@desire-mona)

Eddie Sting, Head of Pediatrics (@cherrishnoodles), ask blog @ask-head-of-pediatrics

Romeo "Vinny" Vincent, ENT nurse (@wilsons-three-legged-siamese), ask blog @earsandthroatnursey

Melanie Byrd, Pediatric Orthopedist (@tired-and-bored-nerd), ask blog @ppth-baby-bone-doc

Marie, Pediatrician (@marieinpediatrics-stuff)

Dr. Sophie Baker, Pediatric Neurosurgeon (@privatehousesanatomy), ask blog @sophieeloisebaker

Plastics

Gabriella “Gabi” Kramer, Plastic Surgeon (@1mlostnow), ask blog @plastic-surgeon-gabi

Psychiatry/Psychology

Lena Ehris, Head of Psychiatry (@jellifishiez), ask blog @head-of-psychiatry

Dr. Venus Watanabe, Head of Psychiatry (@chocovenuss)

Dr. Madlock, Head of Psychology (@sushivisa)

Domingo Estrada, Social Worker (@robertseanleonardthinker), ask blog @ppth-socialworker

Dr. Kieran F. Campbell, Psychiatrist and Geneticist (@kim-the-kryptid), ask blog @consult-the-geneticist

Caitlin, Psychologist (@littlelqtte), ask blog @caitlin-interrupted

Pulmonology

Reina Linh Rivera, Head of Pulmonology (@prettypinkbubbless)

Dr. Milana Walker (@evilchildeyeeter), ask blog @dr-redbull-addict

Radiology

Dr. Eneko Ruiz-Arroyo, Head of Radiology (@katttkhaos), ask blog @headoradiology

Beth Klein, Radiology Tech (@emptylakes)

Steven Sandoval, Radiologist (@endofradio)

Patients

Ilja "Illusha" Vancura, Head Archivist at Rutgers Med (@scarriestmarlowe), blog @vancurarchivist

Francesco Cage, Best girldad patient (@dndadsbara), ask blog @francesco-cage

Joey Abrams, Forensics Student - kind of (@1mlostnow), ask blog @joey-is-fine

OOC: Hi, I'm Birdy, and I run this PPTH blog! I'm 19, agender, aroace, and use they/them pronouns.

If you have an OC or a post that you would like for me to add to the blog, please feel free to send me an ask/message! If I follow you back, it'll be at my main blog, @birdyboyfly.

#ppth staff #house md oc #house md ocs #house md

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dannyphantom-zero · 8 months ago

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Doctor Danny Chapter 9

The jet was surprisingly efficient. The landed on a private airfield and found a taxi into the town.

"So where exactly are we going?"

"Danny's childhood home"

Jason raised an eyebrow, "we getting his parents?"

Sam crisply should her head no.

"They don't know about Danny's condition, and it'll stay that way if I can help it"

Sam made the cab let them out a street before the house.

"I've got to make sure they aren't here" Sam said as she stealthily slunk around the house, peaking in the windows.

Jason admired the strange architecture of the house. What were these people? Supervillains? Mad scientists?

The Fenton Assault Vehicle was nowhere in sight. Always a good sign.

Sam forced a window open from the outside.

"Breaking in, nice." Jason commented.

She rolled her eyes and climbed through the window. Jason followed her despite his remark.

Sam noticed that the house hadn't changed much at all.

She made her way to Danny's old room.

Jason smirked at the mess. Typical teenage mess.

Sam pulled out a math textbook and flipped a few pages. A worn looking paper fell out. She dropped the book and grabbed the paper.

"This is going to be our map" Sam said handing it to him.

Jason unfolded it and scrunched his face in confusion. It didn't look like any map he had seen before.

Sam almost felt nostalgic, her nostalgia turned to anxiety as she reached the lab door.

"What is it?" Jason asked.

Sam opened the door, "this is where Danny had the accident" she said as she took carefully steps down the stairs.

Jason's eyes took a calculating sweep over the inventory of this lab. Almost every surface was taken up in space by some weird looking gun or belt or fishing rod?

Sam walked over to a large medal door.

"What's that?"

Sams expression seemed tense.

"It's, the ghost zone. Officially called the infinite realms"

She pressed a button and the mechanical doors opened up to reveal a bright swirling green vertical pit.

"We have to go in there"

Jason felt a cold sweat taking over.

"You sure this is safe?" Jason asked keeping a careful distance away from it.

"I've been in there before and I'm still alive. The portal itself is harmless. What it contains is not."

Sam smacked a large mechanical space rocket looking thing.

"Get in"

Jason wanted to dismantle the crazy portal and bomb this house but Danny needed help, so he got in.

The machine started up and lifted off the ground. Sam shifted a stick and it went forward.

Jason looked out the window in morbid curiosity.

All around were floating doors.

"What are those?"

"Doors to other dimensions, times zones, they could be spacial anomalies or fields of flowers." Sam responded keeping her eyes on the path ahead of them.

"This map is so weird, but I think it's starting to make sense now" Jason said. Sam glanced at it.

"Your holding it upside down"

Jason turned it the correct way.

"Ah now is see. This must be the evil castle and that must be the pit that swallows up anything that goes near it" he said pointing to a circle with a swirl in it.

"Basically yeah"

Suddenly the temperature dropped leaving Jason shivering.

"Welcome to the Far Frozen Jason" Sam said as they touched down in a snowy patch.

"Am I going to end up frozen?" He asked his teeth chattering.

"Don't be a baby" Sam said rolling her eyes. She tossed Jason a spare coat that was a little tight on him and they made their way to a nearby cave.

"FROSTBITE!" Sam yelled as they walked in. Jason tried not to stare at talk the yeti people. The cave turned out to be giant with tons of systems where he guessed the yeti people lived.

"Is that you Lady Sam?" A heavy voice asked.

"Yeah, it's me. Phantom needs your help"

A large yeti with a cloth sash made his way towards them.

"The great one is in trouble?"

Jason shot a look a Sam when he heard the nickname only to be ignored.

"He was poisoned with blood blossoms, I think it was a diluted version though"

"Ah, blood blossoms. And your friend here? He seems to be in need of some assistance as well"

"What Jason?" Sam looked at him suspiciously.

"Step forward of you please"

Jason followed his command. He felt a sudden cold radiat throughout his chest spreading through his upper forearms and entering his veins.

"This should naturally filter out your contamination"

Jason had to admit he felt clear. The heaviness on his chest was gone and he didn't feel particularly pissed off either.

"Thank you" he breathed out.

"As for the great one, you need to give him this"

Frostbite took a small bottle from the other yeti. Inside was a cosmic looking liquid.

"Make sure he gets this. His core might be in danger as well. He will need time to recover. Send my wishes of health to the great one please Lady Sam"

"I will" she nodded taking the bottle.

Once they were back in the Fenton shuttle Sam soared Jason a glance.

"So what's up with you?" Sam asked.

Jason tapped the window, "I died and was revived with a toxic liquid that a cult famously calls the Lazarus Pits"

" you and Danny have that in common"

"What?" Jason asked alarmed.

She laughed, "sorry, I meant dying and coming back. Danny changed because of the accident. His ghost half, the dead side, is what is ironically keeping him alive"

Jason relaxed a bit.

"Yeah, he told me he was half ghost"

"He did! Danny has always been way too trusting. Not that I don't think you can be trusted, it's just, I worry about Danny you know?"

Jason thought about how soft Danny seemed to be, an image of him shoving Jason out his window played in his head.

"I know exactly what you mean"

The shuttle went back though the portal and they stepped out. Sam closed the portal and put a passcode so the Fenton's couldn't open it.

Suddenly the loud booming voice of Jack Fenton could be heard throughout the house.

"Shit" Sam whispered.

"I know Jack, we were so close this time" Maddie said as they walked down the steps in their lab.

"We'll get em next time, no ghost is any match for Jack Fenton!"

Hanging very close to the ceiling from a grappling hook, were Sam and Jason.

Jason let them down slowly and released the grappling hook and the two made a break for the stairs. The Fenton doctors stayed oblivious to the break in.

Sam loud out a loud 'whoop' after they successfully escaped the Fenton household.

"Don't tell bats we broke in to someone's house" Jason said.

"What about the portal?"

Jason tilted his head, "yeah that's going to need explaining"

Sam smiled, "you know Danny Is technically king of that so, it could be like diplomatic. Maybe the JL will leave him alone"

Jason shook his head, "Bats is another breed. Trust me. If he wants to know something he's gonna find out what it is."

Sam sighed, "yeah he seems like the type"

The jet was ready for them when they finally managed to get back to it.

"I hope Tucker was able to help"

"Tuckers Danny's

other friend right?"

"Yeah, he's the tech support of our group."

The corner of Jason's mouth twitched up.

"I have someone like that, we call her Babs"

The jet landed back in Gotham and they made their way back to Danny.

"Tucker!" Sam exclaimed as she ran in and hugged him.

"Hey Sam!"

She pulled away and held up the bottle.

"This is it, Frostbite said this would work"

"Frostbite?" Superman asked confused.

"He helped Danny before when his powers almost froze him alive" Tucker explained.

"Wow, poor guy" Flash said, "say what's that stuff made out of?"

Sam shrugged, "no clue".

She put the liquid in a clean IV bag and hook it up.

Danny face twitched and scrunched up before relaxing again.

"Now we wait. His core is still recovering from his fight. He hasn't worsened at all has he?" Sam asked.

"No, all his readings are consistent to his normal levels. I noticed some internal burning, I hope that's resolved by your medicine " Superman said.

"Me too" Sam said patting Danny's hand.

"Is Vlad in prison?" Tucker asked with venom in his tone.

"No, he's not in prison" Bruce answered.

"Tch, figures. I hate rich people!"

Sam raised an eyebrow.

"You don't count Sam, you don't live on your parents money"

Sam thought about for a second, "yeah but not all rich people suck. Just most of them"

Jason started cracking up.

Bruce glanced at Jason. When was the last time he had seen Jason smile?

"Oh yeah, status report on the pits. I'm slowly being healed by cold magic stuff"

Sam slapped her forehead and groaned.

"We have to explain the infinite realms"

Sam took some time explaining the ghost zone and how it worked. Luckily Tucker had already shown them ALL of Danny's enemies. All Sam had to do was explain how the ghost zone was the "flip side of our world".

"The observants are like the kings council, they kind of have more authority than the king. Its around the same. Then there's clockwork. Hes a ghost who can interact with timelines"

"They sound powerful"

"They are, luckily they're more or less on our side, the non-evil side. Since they're dead they can't really become evil either. They aren't swayed by humanity"

Bruce nodded. He couldn't make a contingency plan against the Lord of time. That's like saying you know how to kill God.

"Only one time did he mess with time and it was for Danny. Danny has that kind of sway. It makes you want to do whatever you can for him"

"That's impressive"

"Hes incredible" Jason said sitting down.

"Yeah, he is" Sam smiled.

Danny's condition stabled enough to move him to the manor. They did so in citizen form. It would look suspicious if a bunch of heroes showed up at Wayne Manor.

Jason sat by Danny's bed. It was decided Sam and Tucker would stay at the manor until Danny woke up.

Which might be a while. Sure the medicine was working but Danny's core needed time to recover.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #dpxdc #redhood #fanfiction #jason todd #phandom #tucker foley #sam manson #superman #clark kent #batfam #bruce wayne #gotham

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playedcrowd5610 · 5 days ago

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Bedrest - Transformers x Danny Phantom Crossover

Summary: After the events of "Additional Medical Assistance Required," Knockout decides to put Danny on Bedrest. But Danny has other plans.

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Set in a series where Danny finds Starscream one day and decides to start haunting the Decepticons. That's basically all the context you need but if you want more here is the rest of the series:

Haunting the Nemesis

Part 1: Chasing Stars

Part 2: Burning Rubber

Part 3: Adventures of the Decepticons' Pet Ghost Or Tumblr Master List

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Danny’s been put on bedrest, and he was not happy about it. He couldn’t believe it. And surprisingly, it was Knockout who had been the one to try to ensure Danny took care of himself.

“According to this information,” Knockout gestured to the screen behind him that displayed diagrams of human biology and notes that he had accumulated over the last day, “and what the human medic insisted," He rolled his optics. "Humans need rest to heal properly after sustaining significant injuries such as yours. Without it, they risk worsening their condition. So, until you’re healed, you’ll need to remain under constant Decepticon surveillance.”

Danny stared, slack-jawed, perched on the edge of the medical berth. Starscream stood on the other side of the medbay with his arms crossed as he listened. “You can’t be serious. I don’t need to be babysat! I’m fine! This sort of thing happens all the time,” Danny argued.

“The human medic was very clear that rest is essential. Well, when she was not scared out of her mind anyway,” Knockout replied, optics narrowing with a touch of exasperation. “And as the Decepticons’ chief physician."

"Only physician," Starscream muttered.

Knockout continued, ignoring the commander. "It’s my job to ensure the health of those on the ship.”. Danny would have appreciated the care that Knockout seemed to be showing him if it weren't for the fact that Danny. Didn’t. Need. Babysitting!

Danny scoffed, throwing his hands up in disbelief. “Since when do you listen to humans? I know my limits—it’s not that bad.” He paused, frustration filling his field. “And I’m not a Decepticon. You can’t just order me around.”

Starscream’s optics flickered as he stepped forward, his tone sharp but with an undertone Danny could almost mistake for concern. “If your health is at risk, you will listen to Knockout.”

Danny glared over his shoulder, eyes narrowing at Starscream. “You never follow orders when you’re on bedrest. You can’t make me stay here,” he snapped.

Knockout rolled his optics dramatically. “Yes, we can. Until your injuries heal, you are to—” He glanced at the notes on his monitor. Danny didn’t know if they were from the internet or from what the human nurse explained to the mech while Danny was unconscious. “—reduce strenuous activities such as stretching, running, walking, and maintain as much rest as possible. You’re to also remain in calm, non-stressful situations.”

“Right, because living on a Decepticon warship in the middle of a war is so stress-free.” Danny couldn’t help but laugh, though the motion made him wince as pain flared across his torso. He clutched his side, and Knockout raised an optic ridge while Starscream looked Danny up and down, wings flicking with concern.

Knockout let out an exaggerated sigh. “Doctor’s orders. Starscream, take him,” he said, waving a servo dismissively behind him. “I need to clean up my lab after the organic mess you left behind.” Knockout shuddered.

Danny opened his mouth to protest, but Starscream scooped him up with both servos before he could get a word out. The Seeker moved carefully, making sure he didn't move Danny too quickly and accidentally strain his injuries.

Danny sighed as Starscream carried him out of the medbay. He was now stuck with a crew of twenty-somthing-foot-tall, metal, battle-hardened babysitters who wouldn’t even let him walk on his own. It was going to be a long week.

Danny was already bored, and it had only been two hours. Usually, he would be perfectly fine sitting around in Starscream’s quarters while the Con went over datapads, but the fact that he had to stay there because the Cons said so made him want to explore more than ever.

Danny waited another few painstaking minutes, glancing around at his personal shelf. More and more personal items seemed to be added each month. Sometimes, he would find extra things placed in with his belongings that he hadn’t had before — things he was sure Starscream must have picked up on his little missions. He’d noticed that Starscream was a hoarder, but the Seeker kept everything meticulously organized and enjoyed collecting little gifts or souvenirs. Danny was confident that if he ever asked Starscream where the items came from, the Con would either ignore him or deny everything. The thought made Danny smile to himself.

But he was still bored. And salty about being put on bedrest. He was sitting on the old beanbag, already having tossed one of the miniature datapads haphazardly to the floor. Soundwave had a few extras in storage, and Danny had no idea why the Cons had miniature datapads, but he wasn’t complaining. He rolled his head back and stared at the ceiling.

He needed to stretch his legs. He glanced up to ensure Starscream was still hard at work—and he was. Danny stood up slowly, taking care not to tear his stitches, and walked to the edge. His steps were silent as he kept his eyes on Starscream and jumped off the shelf, floating safely to the ground.

Once on the ground, Danny headed for the door. He felt the pull at his stitches with every step, making him wince, but freedom was worth the pain. He only had about twenty more steps to go until—

Suddenly, Starscream’s large, heeled pede slammed down in front of him. Danny stumbled back and looked up, meeting Starscream’s scowl. Danny returned the expression, crossing his arms. “I was just stretching my legs,” he tried.

Starscream stooped down and snatched Danny up without a second thought. “I believe 'stretching' and 'walking' were both on Knockout’s ‘not for the human’ list,” the Con said briskly, striding back to his desk. Instead of placing Danny back on his shelf, Starscream set him next to the datapads on the desk and sat down to continue his work.

Danny frowned. “Right, and now I have nowhere comfortable to rest,” he muttered, crossing his arms.

Starscream barely looked up. “You should have thought of that before trying to escape,” he said, swiping on his datapad. Danny rolled his eyes and sat down on the cold, hard desk.

He noticed Starscream glancing at him a few times, each look more annoyed than the last. Danny wasn’t even doing anything! Abruptly, the Seeker stood up and walked to the other side of the room, where Danny’s shelf was.

Danny stood up to see better and walked to the edge of the desk. Starscream turned on his heel and brought back Danny’s beanbag, blanket, and one of the datapads.

Starscream glanced down at Danny near the edge and used his servo to push him back to the middle of the desk, likely assuming Danny was trying to escape again. The Con promptly dropped the items next to Danny and sat down to resume his work.

Danny bundled the items together to create a comfortable sitting spot and smiled up at the Con, who kept periodically glancing over as if to make sure Danny was still there. “Thanks,” Danny said.

Starscream ignored him, but Danny could see his wings twitch in acknowledgment.

It was the next day, and it was time for another escape attempt. Danny was sitting on the counter with Breakdown and Knockout in the room. He had been told to “stay put,” but there was no way he was going to listen. His wounds had healed more, and the pain was bearable. He was perfectly fine to start walking around now.

He glanced up as Breakdown and Knockout were thoroughly distracted by each other — Knockout fussing over a new ding or scratch in his paint and Breakdown trying to calm him down and help buff it out — an exhausting experience, from the looks of it.

Even though it was entertaining to watch the two scramble like that, Danny had some escaping to do, and this distraction was perfect. He quickly jumped off the counter, landed softly on the ground, and headed for the door. Instead of almost getting stepped on this time, he made it, and the door opened easily for him.

Luckily, the hiss of the door hydraulics was quiet enough not to alert the two mechs. Danny made it down two hallways before a large tentacle wrapped around his torso and lifted him into the air. Danny let out a surprised yelp as he looked around to see who or what had grabbed him, only to meet Soundwave’s visor.

“Oh, hey,” Danny laughed, rubbing the back of his neck. “What are you doing out here, Soundwave? I thought you’d be in the control room.”

Soundwave tilted his helm, and the security footage of the medbay flickered onto his screen, showing Danny’s escape. Danny sighed and slumped. Soundwave raised both servos, placed Danny into them, and retracted his tentacle.

Danny sat down in the servos with his legs to the side. Soundwave spoke up. “Statement: Danny is injured. Statement: Knockout has placed Danny on bedrest until further notice. Observation: Danny is not abiding by the rules.” If Danny could see the Con’s optics, he was sure he’d be getting a disapproving glare.

“I’m fine!” Danny threw his hands up in exasperation. “Really, you guys are worrying over nothing.”

“Incorrect.” Danny stared up at the Con. “Soundwave and Decepticons: concerned for your wellbeing. Danny: almost died without intervention.” Danny felt a pang of guilt. He really had almost died. The Cons were just trying to help, in their own way.

Danny sighed. “Fine. I’ll rest,” he relented. Soundwave flashed a smiley emoticon on his visor and started walking back toward the control room. Danny looked up at him, confused. “Am I not going back to the medbay?”

Soundwave glanced down. “Negative. Breakdown and Knockout: proved insufficient at guarding you. Soundwave and Laserbeak: much better.”

Danny laughed and leaned back in Soundwave’s servos.

Needless to say, the next time Danny was put under Knockout and Breakdown’s care, he found himself placed in a large glass observation tank to minimize any escape risks. It was something that would easily contain an average human—not Danny, of course, But Knockout didn't know that. And at least it was comfortable.

Knockout had looked so proud of himself when he set Danny in there, too. If Danny hadn’t been so tired, he would have tried to escape the moment the Con turned around, just to prove a point. But for now, he leaned back on the blankets that had been placed inside the tank with him. This wasn’t so bad.

Danny managed to escape from Knockout two more times, and now Soundwave had transferred Danny’s care to some of the Vehicons whenever Soundwave and Starscream weren’t available to watch him. Danny didn’t mind; he loved the Vehicons.

Danny glanced up at Roddie, who had him clutched in his servos as he and C-27 patrolled the ship’s hallways. C-27 was always a stickler for the rules, while Roddie tended to be a troublemaker. The two were often put on shifts together to make sure that they kept each other balanced. Or, at least, so C-27 could keep Roddie in line.

Roddie was always excited to see Danny, jumping at every opportunity to pick up the "human" and ask him questions. C-27 always seemed snippety around Danny and would tell Roddie off for harassing him. C-27 cared about Danny and Roddie in his own way; he didn't want either of them hurt, but he masked this behind his professionalism and strict rule-following.

As they walked, Danny shifted in Roddie’s hold a little too quickly, sending a sharp pain shooting through his side. He hissed and grabbed at the injury reflexively. Both Vehicons stopped immediately, alarm sparking in their fields.

“Are you okay?” Roddie’s tone, usually light and playful, was now serious and tinged with worry. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no, I’m fine. Just moved too quickly,” Danny waved them off.

C-27 levelled his visor at Danny. “If you are experiencing any excess pain, we are instructed to take you to Knockout for an examination,” the Con informed him.

Danny sighed. “Really, guys, I’m fine, see?” Danny smiled brightly and stood up on Roddie’s servos, who promptly used his other servo to cup around him to make sure he didn’t fall. He was met with more flat looks and concerned fields. “Okay, if it happens again, you can take me to the medbay, okay?”

The two Cons glanced at each other and decided that was a good enough compromise. “Fine.” C-27 reluctantly agreed.

“But if you feel any more pain… just tell us, okay?” Roddie said.

Danny smiled up at them. “Promise.”

They continued their patrol, light commentary passing between them—mainly between Danny and Roddie—as C-27 tried to remain professional. But Danny could tell he enjoyed the conversation, not to mention the company.

Needless to say, after all of that, Danny never ended up able to escape. Now, his injuries were finally healed enough to be taken off bed rest, no longer a need for constant supervision. He was still told to keep an eye on his injuries, but he was free to do what he wanted. But now that Danny had the choice, he still wanted to hang with the Cons all day anyway.

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yetanothergreyjedi · 2 years ago

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Ghosts of Our Pasts: Part 7

DPxDC Crossover

Danny Fenton and Damian Wayne Sibling AU

Masterpost Previous Next

Part 7

"I saw you!"

"Good morning, Wes."

"What were you doing with Bruce Wayne?"

"...nothing?"

"I know he's Batman. And I saw you on the roof!"

"Whoa! Fentoina met Batman? Where you swapping super hero secrets? Did the Butts match?" Dash interjected, not believing a word Wes said.

Danny rolled his eyes as hard as he could, threw a few extra sausages on his plate and went to sit down.

"I think Wes is dreaming of me," Danny informed them.

"Oh no," Sam said, oh so helpfully.

Tucker stared down at his breakfast plate containing various meats. "Uh, creepy? "

"Maybe it's more like astrial projection, he was definitely asleep when I left, and when I got back, but he knew what I was doing."

"Oh, no."

"Sam!"

"You realize he probably already had abilities, and we just didn't notice because Amity Park?" She pointed out.

"Well, I'm realizing. It's the worst thing that's ever happened to me."

"Can we not trauma dump over breakfast?"

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Edward Lancer had assumed that the lack of 'I'm technically an adult so's were because his students understood the dangers of Gotham. He was wrong, they had simply been waiting for the most effective moment to utterly crumble his argument. That was how one group was split into 4, one for each chaperone.

His group had been in a former supervillain's lair (and it was a lair, even Edward knew what a lair felt like.) for hours. Technically rehabilitated, sure, Edward wasn't going to judge the doctor for past actions, but he wasn't going to feel safe until he left the gardens either.

Ms. Manson didn't seem to mind as she regarded the next plant in the line. She would consider it for a few moments, say some things to the friends that trailed behind her and either move on, or have a one-sided? conversation with it. Tucker and Daniel had their hands clasped behind their backs like young children, they had not touched anything since arriving at the garden. Wes was regarding them all suspiciously, but seemed to be growing tired. The rest of the group had left when another Casper High group arrived, finished the garden tour in a normal hour, and had decided to go somewhere else.

Edward was not suprised when Dr. Pamela Isley strolled purposefully down the aisle, directly to where Samantha stood. Lancer missed whatever the two women had said to each other in his rush to get closer.

"Nah, I fall closer to winter than anything. The Green tends to take offense to my existence." Mr. Fenton told the Doctor. She nodded agreeably and looked to Mr. Foley.

"Same as him but with Tech. I've never tried doing something with plants and I don't plan too."

She looked to Edward, he froze.

"He's just a teacher." Said Ms. Manson, and the lair's owner turned her attention away from him. He it would probably feel offensive if he didn't feel so relieved.

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Damian should not have his phone on him; he was in class. His phone buzzed, and Damian was glad he'd chosen to ignore the rule.

Dany had sent a picture, a selfie. In it he was clearly trying not to laugh as Condiment King rampages in the background.

Dany: do I do something? With a little thyme I'm sure I can mustard something up.

Damian almost double checked that a sibling hadn't rearaged his contacts, but the selfie proved this was all Dany... who was facing Condiment King as a civilian...

He did not have time to alert Signal before the next text was received.

Dany:kszkksskmssbsh

Damian: Dany?! Do you require medical assistance?!

Dany: I'm good lmao

Dany: the man sauced Lancer

Dany: one sec

-Dany sent a video-

Damian raised his hand, asking to be excused. Far too much time passed before he reached a place he could watch it in peace. He could not be interrupted if he was to coordinate a plan of action. He pressed play.

The Condiment King sat shamefaced in a restaurant seat as Dany's teacher lectured him on life choices. It was hard to hear exactly what was being said over the snickers from his classmates. The video panned over the briefly before ending. Wait... was that... ?!

Damian: Dany...

Dany: I spell it with 2 n's

Damian: Danny...

Dany: yes?

Damian: that is Poison Ivy at your table...

Dany: She took us out for lunch :D!

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This guy was an idiot, Dash thought. He and Kwan had cut through an alley, and now this guy was trying to rob them; at knife point! Them! Two burly football players from Amity Park, and this guy was trying to rob them with this little 4 inch knife!

"Uh, no thanks," Kwan said in disbelief.

"I said hand over your—"

Dash tilted his head, "Buddy, the Box Ghost is more threatening than this,"

"I'm pretty sure the box knife is sharper too," Kwan added. "We need to be on the other side of this alley, so if you could do this later?"

The man sputtered and aimed at Kwan, taking the polite dismissal like fighting words. Kwan rolled his eyes, sidestepping, and Dash snatched the knife out of his hand.

They kept walking, continuing the discussion on how football would be different in college.

The man didn't try to stop them again.

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Lester: Great news!

Mikey: ?

Lester: My greatest fear is no longer failing the STAs!

Mikey: makes sense, since we already took it. Mikey: What made you realize?

Lester: Oh, some guy with a bag on his head gassed the street.

Mikey: that's why my parents said I couldn't go.

Lester: Fright's sword was worse to be honest, Our group is heading back to the hotel to sleep it off.

Mikey: How's that?

Lester: Not the first time I've been in a vehicle with shadow monsters.

Lester: Did you see they're making a Doom the Movie?

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"I disarmed it,"

"You disarmed it," the officer repeated

"Yeah," the young woman sounded more like she was saying 'duh' . "Wasn't even that complicated! I didn't even need Star's help."

"It was a lame bomb." The blond, Star, agreed.

"Super lame! Everyone always makes Gotham out to be soooo dangerous, but a toddler could dismantle this!" The Latina woman kicked some electrical components with a high heeled foot. "Let's get out of here, find some place interesting!"

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* group chat created *

Danny: A group chat with 47 people, delightful

Dick (this is his name lol): It's not that bad...

Tim: sibling groupchat

Danny: Cool, can I add my sisters?

* multiple people are typing *

Only 2 of 4 chaperones still have adequate knowledge of where their group has split off to. Lancer because he is hypervigulant and half his group went joined another group.

Group 2's chaperone because they got gassed and decided it was a good day for a midday nap and their students agreed.

Everyone else is in the wind and will show up at dinner.

STA stands for school testing acronym, I'm so creative!

@shyrebeldonutpickle *bonks you on the head with my creep stick* no threatening in my replies!

Tag List

(I will add this to Ao3 when I have my computer again, it will be a while)

(some of you will be added to a reblog, if you are tagged please do not request to be tagged again it's confusing me)

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#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #amity park #gotham #grey writes

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ierofrnkk · 2 months ago

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Organized generally by the actors that play each character. Requests are open!

Oscar Isaac

Fics

Many Moons Are Deep at Play - werewolf!Steven Grant x reader

The Sum of His Parts - Steven Grant x reader

Summer’s Over - merman!Cecil Dennis x reader

I Love You, Go Back To Sleep - Poe Dameron x reader

Bots

Basil Stitt - he ended things on a weird note

Cecil Dennis - he’s a merman

Jake Lockley - rainy late night drive

Jonathan Levy - it’s getting late

Jonathan Levy - caring for you after a long day (CG!Jonathan)

Llewyn Davis - he needs your couch for the night

Steven Grant - help him stay awake

Steven Grant - cuddling on the couch

Hugh Jackman

Drover - he’s not so talkative

Eddie Adler - you’re his new roommate

Jack Willis - he really does love you

Logan Howlett - happy retirement

Logan Howlett - waking up early

Wolverine - roommates

Dev Patel

David Copperfield - you’re lodging with him

Deon Wilson - you have his undivided attention

Gawain - the knight

Saroo Brierly - still lost

The Kid - you clean him up after a fight

Timber Woods - the radio’s broken

Jay Baruchel

Dave Stutler

- best friends, right?

- he takes you to his lab

- cozy night in with your bf

- he’s texting you!

Oliver Whynacht - mortician’s assistant

Misc.

Calvin Weir-Fields - semi-successful author

Danny Foster - coworkers

Eli Brooks - amateur filmmaker

Eric Bottler - you reunite at a halloween party

Ethan Whyte - he wants the best for you

Hutch - he’s got the hutch touch

Jam Bruce - the drummer

Jay Cavendish - he’s indebted to you

Josh Levison - he’s a wolf

Newt Scamander - magizooligist

The Eleventh Doctor

The Twelfth Doctor

header creds to @silvernight-m !! 🩵

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mdizzle999872 · 1 month ago

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A Fang-tastic First Meeting

The Fenton household was unusually quiet as Danny sat on the living room couch. He was in a rare state.

Danny Fenton was alone.

Tucker was at a sci-fi convention, and Sam was basically being kidnapped by her parents to visit her cousins in Milwaukee. Danny would have happily volunteered to accompany either one of them if it wasn't for one problem.

His parents.

Jazz had a big college scholarship interview and she needed both of their parents to be there. Danny almost went with them but ghost hunting had been hurting his grades lately. Not a lot of time for homework when you're fighting the likes of Skulker all night.

So he had a mountain of extra credit assignments to cut through if he wanted to avoid summer school. Normally his parents would never even entertain the idea of leaving him home alone but there was just so much extra credit that Jazz assured them that he would be too busy to get into trouble.

Currently, he was taking a break. A fresh mind can do wonders for the task at hand.

The problem was that he was bored. Oh sure! He had his games and his movies to entertain himself but without friends to do them with it was a little hollow.

He thought about maybe surrendering to one of the mind numbing movies on television when a voice suddenly thundered throughout the room.

"DANIEL FENTON!!!"

Danny jumped off the couch out of reflex. He looked around but he couldn't tell where the voice was coming from.

"I mean you no harm, my boy. I'm a friend."

"Then prove it!" challenged Danny. "Show yourself!"

"If you insist."

Green smoke filled the room and spiraled into a single point. When it disappeared, there stood a man with a crystal ball. He wasn't a ghost but he did strongly resemble...

"Doctor Strange?"

"Oh my, no! Although I'm flattered you would compare me to someone so famous. I do think bare a striking resemblance to the actor but the very idea of someone like me in the movies is..." An almost devilish smile crossed his face. "Chilling."

Danny said everything he needed to through a raised eyebrow.

"Oh but look at me ramble on and on; you still have no idea what I'm here for. I'm well aware of who you are, what you are, and most importantly where your morals lay."

Danny shifted his eyes around nervously.

"Um ... I don't..."

"Oh Danny come off it, I know about the Ghost Portal accident and more importantly I know that you've been using your powers to protect people. There's very little you could hide from me and my crystal ball."

Danny's face went from nervous to serious immediately.

"Alright, fine. You know me. Let's say for the sake of argument that I believe that. Who are you, why are you in my house, and what do you want with me?"

"My name is Vincent Van Ghoul! And..." The man's face suddenly turned solemn. "I need your help."

Danny wasn't sure what to expect from this uninvited guest but a plea for assistance wasn't it.

"Or rather a friend of a friend needs your protection. Tell me Danny, I know you have evidence of the existence of ghosts but what do think about the idea of OTHER supernatural beings existing?"

"Like Big Foot?"

Vincent threw his head back with a hearty "HA!!!"

This little joke brightened his mood considerably. Vincent started to dance his fingers about his crystal ball, an image started to swirl inside.

"No my dear boy, I mean like ghouls, goblins, vampires, and werewolves."

Danny crossed his arms. "Let's just say skepticism is a luxury that's been denied me since birth."

"Oh Ho! You are quite witty when you want to be! Pleasantries aside, let's get down to business. The Mummy, the Wolfman, Dracula... these are but a few of the most powerful monsters in the world that are also well known to the public."

"The Universal Pictures monsters?"

"I suppose that's one way of looking at them. Just bare with me for a second, these monsters are also fathers!"

"Oh!"

"And you don't become one of the most powerful monsters in the world without making some dangerous enemies. One of which just so happens to be a ghost."

"Okay, now I think I see where this is going."

"You THINK you see, but you're wrong Young Fenton. Because this ghost is not of the Ghost Zone but a chest. A chest of Demons to be precise, once they held 13 of the most evil ghosts the world had ever seen but then some fools let them out accidentally. I thought we had rounded them all up but..."

"But what?"

"It's so embarrassing! I am indeed a powerful sorcerer but at the end of the day even I am still human..... sigh. I miscounted. We didn't round up thirteen at all. It was only eleven."

"And one of these ghosts from the chest had a score to settle with these monsters?"

"You're quick on the uptake. That's good! Yes, once upon a time one of these ghosts helped Dracula aquire his castle but the ghost got too greedy and Dracula, with the ironic help of some mortals, sealed him away into the Chest of Demons."

"But when he got out..."

"He wanted revenge, yes. However, he had learned not to directly confront Dracula, so he figured if he couldn't go through Dracula then he would go around him."

"Attacking those he held close."

"Like his daughter. Yes, you understand. Dracula's daughter, Sibella, isn't actually hurt though. She's been transformed... into a human."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, I did not see that one coming. So, exactly what do you need from me?"

"Well, the mortals that once opened the chest have reunited to hunt the ghost down. Dracula and his friends are even giving them as much monster aid as possible. It's only a matter of time before we find him but until then Sibella is vulnerable. Not only can she be killed now by mortal means, but she also has to adjust to life as a human for the time being. She needs someone not just to protect her but show her how the human world works. Someone, who walks in both the world of the humans and the supernatural."

Danny sighed and lowered his eyelids halfway. "I am so going to summer school."

Vincent smiled. "You'll help us then?"

"Well... That depends! How long would I have to look after her?"

"Oh not long at all. We're already halfway done tracking the culprit down. An evening at the most. I understand you live a busy life!"

"Busy nothing! You try explaining a strange unknown girl in the house to your parents when you're only fourteen!"

"Excellent point, my dear boy. All the more reason to get this started so I can return and help the others."

With a wave of his cape more green smoke appeared and a teenaged girl walked out of it.

She was about Danny's age, around his height. Her frame was long and slender, her hair was black and reached down to the lower part of her back.

"My name is Sibella. You must be Danny, I've heard so much about you. It's Fang-tastic to meet you!"

She held out her hand and Danny gave her a humored half grin.

"Fang-tastic huh?" Danny shook her hand. "If you're really into puns then maybe this won't be so bad after all."

"See? You two are hitting it off already! I'll be back after we've caught the scumbag!"

More of his green smoke appeared and swirled around him.

"Oh, but Danny? One last word of advice; she IS still Dracula's daughter so do try to be nice to her."

"If I can handle Sam on a bad day, then I think I can handle the daughter of Dracula."

"Quite right. Quite right! Have fun you two!" The smoke had almost disappeared but with the last little bit left, Vincent poked his head through for one last warning. "But not too much fun! Understand? Good!"

With Vincent gone, Danny was left alone. In his house. With no one but a single girl for company.

"So..." Danny desperately tried to kill the silence between them. "Dracula's daughter. What's that like?"

"Well I'd say it's no big deal but I did grow up in a literal castle."

"Like with a moat?"

"Yeah.......... You know I've met other ghosts but I understand that you're wired different?"

"Yeah, first off I am neither dead nor am I half dead. I am an ecto-infused human. The Ghost Zone Portal turned on with me inside and BAM...... ghost powers."

"Makes sense to me. Ectoplasm IS how ghosts who actually are the spirits of the departed remain in this world. Their souls have to latch onto something to stick around."

"Huh. That actually does make sense."

"Yes. I have this friend called Phantasma, she's practically made of the stuff... She never died either, otherwise there'd be no point sending her to a finishing school."

"There's a finishing school for monsters?"

"Ghouls if you want to get technical. Miss Grimwood's Finishing School For Ghouls, it's just the Bats!"

"Ha ha! A vampire pun! Fun!"

The two shared a smile. Not a romantic smile nor a flirtatious smile, just a genuine smile.

"Well my mom and dad did leave me a little pizza money. Are you hungry?"

"Famished."

"Or fang-ished?"

Danny was expecting a groan or maybe some disappointed criticism but to his surprise she actually grinned at the joke.

Without another word, the two entered the kitchen.

Sibella found her seat at the table while Danny got to the phone. Before he could start dialing the phone though, there was a very important question that needed to be asked.

"What kind of toppings do you want?"

"Oh nothing too special. Spider webs and rat tails should be good enough for me."

"... You're joking, right?"

"What? No! Isn't that what you humans eat? Just like us, right?"

Danny hung up the phone.

"No!! What you're suggesting is completely inedible for humans! Not to mention, probably tastes terrible!"

Sibella sat completely shocked.

"What about slimy salamanders? Toadstools? Fungus fudge?"

"What's fungu- nevermind. But, no. Humans don't eat any of those things because we CAN'T eat any of those things.... Not without getting sick anyways."

"What about crab apples? For pity's sake, tell me humans at least like crab apples!!"

Danny sympathetically shook his head 'No'.

"For us, that is literally poisonous."

Sibella held her head in embarrassed realization.

"No wonder our gym teachers didn't stick around."

Danny raised an eyebrow at her musings but didn't question it.

"This is why Daddy didn't want me sticking around the castle like this either. I'd be dead by dinner."

She looked up at Danny with a face pleading of mercy.

"Danny, do you think you could walk me through on how to eat like a human?"

Her big sad eyes nearly broke his heart but Danny knew they weren't necessary.

"Of course. We'll start you out small. We'll order you a simple pepperoni, but until it arrives how about I teach you about normal fudge? Because if there's one type of food the Fentons know, it's fudge."

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Later....

"Okay," began Sibella. "dealing with a whole new level of taste buds here. That food was actually Fang-tastic!"

Danny smiled at the reused pun. "Glad you liked it."

"What else is different for humans?"

"I'm guessing entertainment. I have a few games upstairs on my computer I could show you."

"Games? Are they like volleyball?"

"Uh no. Not really. Just follow me and I'll show you."

"You Bat I will!"

"Heh. Heh."

Danny started to lead her to the stairs when she spotted a mirror on the wall. Sibella jumped at the sight of her own reflection.

"Danny! Who is that girl?!"

"Huh? Oh! Right, vampire. That's just your reflection."

Sibella stared at it with interest.

"MY reflection? Me?"

"I know you were a vampire up until now but you had to know what you looked like, right?"

"Well, of course! Not through a mirror though, pictures never really worked either....... I was able to be successfully painted though."

"I guess that makes sense. Gotta know what you look like somehow."

"I've never seen myself in a mirror before though."

She gave herself a thorough inspection.

"I look different. A lot different!"

"Really? What did you look like before?"

"Purple. Purple skin. Purple hair. And of course fangs."

"Of course. Well, I don't think I can just leave you alone so are you going to follow me or should I get comfortable?"

"Oh no, I'll go with you. Just let me do one last thing."

Sibella fluffed up her hair and let it fall.

"I might not be Fang-tastic but I'm not Bat! Alright, let's go."

"Heh heh heh."

'Wow! Even though she's a vampire, she also has some normal girl habits. Who'd a thunk?'

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Danny's room...

Danny sat at his computer with Sibella overlooking his shoulder.

"Alright, I don't know what you monsters know about the digital age...." Sibella waved her hand from side to side in a so-so way. "but this is called a computer. Mine has some fun games on it and..."

Danny was cut off as a blue mist came out of his mouth.

"Danny?"

Danny stood up and took a battle stance.

"There's a ghost nearby. Get behind me!" Sibella did exactly that and Danny shouted his signature catch phrase. "I'm Going Ghost!"

White rings appeared around his torso and separated transforming him into Danny Phantom.

Sibella found herself oddly disappointed with Danny's ghost form. She thought he would look more like Phanty but instead he was like the negative photograph of his usual self. In her opinion, his human half looked better.

Danny waited silently and patiently for the ghost to show itself. And then..... It did.

"BEWARE!!!"

Danny visibly relaxed. "Oh, it's just you! I was almost scared there for a moment."

The Box Ghost was a nuisance at worst but it was usually a good idea to catch him anyways in case he accidentally ended up doing something dangerous. A fine example of this was when he stole Pandora's Box.

Sibella didn't know this person, but somehow she already felt annoyed with him. He didn't really resemble Phanty either.

"Who IS that?"

"Oh. Me?" The ghost looked almost flattered that she asked. "Nice to meet you. I AM THE BOX GHOST!!! Master of all things squared and cornered!!"

"He's just the Box Ghost. He's more of a chore than a threat."

"Let's see if you find THIS to be none threatening!!!"

The Box Ghost's hand glowed blue and made a motion with it. Danny's monitor glowed the same blue before flying off and hitting Danny in the back of the head.

"OW!!! Hey!!"

"DO YOU SEE WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MESS WITH THE TERRIFYING BOX GHOST?! SHUDDER IN FEAR AS I..."

*ZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAP!*

A ghost ray shot out of Danny's hand sending the Box Ghost flying through the wall.

"This shouldn't take long. Sibella, think you could toss me that thermos on the table?"

She opened her mouth to ask a question but he cut her to the quick.

"No. It has nothing to do with soup."

Sibella didn't need to be told anymore than that and tossed it to him.

Danny saluted her a 'thank you' and phased through the room.

Sibella stood in Danny's room alone for a moment, unsure of what to do with the silence.

Then the Box Ghost came crashing in again, landing in a heap at her feet.

Danny phased in through the wall seconds later and pointed the thermos at the Box Ghost. A beam of light shot out of the thermos and enveloped the Box Ghost before sucking it in.

"How did you do that?" asked Sibella.

"Remember how I mentioned that my parents built a portal to the Ghost Zone? That's because they're scientists that study ghosts but they are also ghost hunters. This is one of their inventions to catch ghosts."

Sibella lightly grabbed the thermos and looked Danny in the face with sympathy.

"Do they.... Know?"

Danny looked away from her dejectedly. "No. And I would rather they don't know. Especially since they think my ghost half is responsible for some trouble that other ghosts have caused in town."

"Danny..."

"... I don't want to talk about it."

A silence was starting to develop between them but the sight of his computer smashed on the ground gave him an idea on what to do next.

"Since video games are now out of the picture, how about I instead show you what we do with caught ghosts?"

It was obvious that Sibella wanted to talk more about the problem with his parents but she wanted him to feel comfortable enough to talk about it first. So her answer was an understanding nod and a simple "Okay."

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The basement....

Sibella wasn't sure what to expect in the lab basement of confirmed ghost hunters but a giant swirling portal of ectoplasm wasn't it.

"Ah! Sibella, over here." called Danny.

Sibella joined Danny over by the portal watched him hook the thermos up to a device attached to the portal.

"Okay, now keep your eyes on the portal!"

A quick press of a button and the Box Ghost's image was seen in the swirl of the portal before disappearing down into it.

"And that's what we do with captured ghosts."

"You send them into this thing?"

"We figure that the Ghost Zone is where all these ghosts come from so we may as well send them back to it."

"What if they get out?"

"Oh they do. The Box Ghost is a common nuisance but I'm always here to put them right back."

"And when they do get out you capture them in this? The thermos?"

"Well... Usually. It's not like I just show up and shove them in the thermos, ya know? Some will only go down swinging."

"Mr. Van Ghoul said you hunted ghosts with your friends are they... Like you?"

"No. They're both human."

"Well forgive me for asking but if they're completely human then how can they help?"

"Well this thermos wasn't invented by me. It was invented by my entirely human parents. And it's not the only ghost hunting weapon they've come up with that packs a kick."

Sibella smiled. "Can you show me? Since the villain that did this to me IS a ghost, it would probably be a good idea to familiarize myself with some ghost hunting gear."

"... That does sound like a good idea. Okay..."

Danny brought over a cart filled with Fenton weaponry.

"My mom was giving these things a tune up but most of them should be good to go."

He held up some metal gloves. "These are the Ghost Gloves! Ectoplasmic powered gloves that can allow normal people to grab ghosts! No ghost can break their grip."

Sibella inspected the gloves but wasn't that impressed.

"Doesn't really feel like 'me'. Probably be great for a hands on girl, like my friend Elsa!"

"Ha ha. Elsa? Seriously? Is she..."

"No! Trust me! She is nothing like the Elsa from the musical!"

"Fair enough. Moving on... Okay this is the Fenton Weasel."

Danny held up the end of what looked like a vacuum cleaner.

"Like the Fenton Thermos, this is designed to capture and hold ghosts but only like...one per use. Unlike the thermos it doesn't really shrink anything so it can get pretty cramped in there. Trust me, I know."

"Probably not going to be very useful considering who we're up against."

"Right! Moving down the line we have the Fenton Fisher!" Danny held up what looked like a sci-fi retractable fishing rod. "The line is coated in a specially-tested ectoplasmic resin that ghosts can't break or escape from, though on several occasions, powerful ghosts have broken it."

Sibella didn't want to dismiss it but if more powerful ghosts had broken it in the past then it probably wouldn't hold up to a ghost from the Chest of Demons.

"Let's put that in the maybe pile."

"Probably for the best. It tangles like a nightmare."

Danny then held up two small devices that easily fit in his hand.

"The Fenton Wrist Rays. Wrist mounted weapons that shoot out ectoplasmic energy rays. They also happen to be a favorite of my friend Sam."

"You're friend has good taste! I love them already!!"

Danny tossed them to her.

"Great! Put them on, aim, and press the button."

Danny set up a couple of targets from his personal obstacle course.

"Now we're not trying to test your reflexes here so just shoot the targets when you're good and ready."

One by one little green ghost wooden cutouts would pop up and Sibella would shoot them one at a time. Then the one of Jazz popped up and Sibella waited for a moment and then zapped her too.

"Your aim's not bad."

"Or not 'bat'?"

"Heh. Heh. Heh. That's funny. See ya shot the cut out of my sister, don't blame you there."

"She was making a face at me."

Danny smiled. "I'm starting to like you more and more."

Sibella lightly blushed at the compliment.

"Okay, let's move on to some of the more heavy duty weapons."

From under the cart Danny brought out what could only be called a Sci-fi bazooka.

"This is the Fenton Bazooka. Unfortunately, like the other ones, this is being repaired. It usually packs a pretty big wallop and can even make lesser ghosts disappear. It used to have a portable Ghost Zone Portal option too but like I said..."

"Being repaired. Fair enough. What else is there?"

The next weapon that Danny got out looked like the love child between the last weapon and a vacuum cleaner.

"This is the Fenton Crammer. Designed to shrink ghosts in size and threat level."

"Does it work?"

"Almost a little too well. I got shrunk by it once and gradually started to lose my powers. That being said there is also a grow feature labeled as Uncram."

"... Let's keep that one but not as our first default."

Danny thought about it for a moment and agreed with Sibella's decision.

"Granted. Moving on..."

Danny then brought out a strange hand held device.

"This is the Fenton Peeler. It deploys a full set of armor to protect you and its laser can be used to injure ghosts and strip away ghostly disguises. Cutting away at all the layers to the ghost inside."

Sibella clapped her hands together.

"Danny, that sounds perfect!"

"Well, let's see how you do with it then."

Sibella took the gadget from Danny and aimed it like a gun.

Danny almost laughed at the sight. "No. No. First you need to deploy the armor before you can shoot anything. Here, let me help you."

Danny got in close and helped guide her thumb to the right button.

Danny then noticed that they were almost cheek to cheek and stepped away with a blush. He wasn't sure but he was almost certain she smiled at the close vicinity they had.

"Ahem! Now just hold the Peeler out as far as your arm will go and press the button."

After one little *CLICK!* metal coils stretch out from the device, wrapping around her arm, continuing onto her body until she was covered from helmet to toe in armor.

Because the armor was one size fits all, like Danny said, he couldn't help but notice that her frame was a little more curvy than it would be for Sam or Jazz. Oh that wasn't to say her form wasn't still slender but there were bound to be things Danny would notice as a fourteen year old heterosexual boy. Things he would often get chastised for by Sam.

Sam.

This entire time Danny hadn't even thought of Sam. He wondered what she would say about Sibella?

Danny wanted to believe that Sam would be happy to have another spooky friend but even he was starting to feel some electricity between him and Sibella.

And so what if he did?!

Sam was a friend. They weren't married. And if Sam was really the modern woman she claimed to be then didn't that mean she had every bit as much right as him to make the first move?

There was a few things to unpack there but no matter what way he sliced it, he and Sam were just friends. Could they be more than that? Maybe one day... but at the moment it was just friendship.

And friendship certainly wasn't what Danny was picking up that he was feeling with Sibella.

They were both free agents so Danny decided to just let the situation happen. Whatever happened, happens.

Sibella seemed very happy from behind the helmet's visor. She was looking over her body and then turned to Danny with a question.

"Does this armor make my butt look fat?"

Danny laughed again.

"Not at..." Danny was cut off as a blue mist came out of his mouth.

Before Danny could utter any kind of warning, a square stone block shot out of the portal and hit Sibella in the gut

"SIBELLA!!!"

A huge stone hand shot out of the portal and onto the ground. It got a good grip on the floor and more of the ghost pulled itself out of the portal.

What followed was not entirely what Danny had expected. In that it was not an 'entire' body. It was made entirely out of rock but it was missing the lower half for the body.

Just two arms, a chest, and a head. All made of square stone blocks. They were green and covered in algae, moss, and fungus. They looked downright unpleasant to touch, one might even call them grimy.

Danny had already placed himself between the ghost and Sibella.

"Sibella, are you okay?!"

"Yes! The armor took the blunt of the blow!"

Danny turned to the new ghost with glowing hands.

"Who are you?!" demanded Danny.

Sibella got to her feet and stood behind Danny. Given how her armor was sparking from where she got hit, this was probably a good idea.

"I'm GRIME STONE!!!"

The ghost pounded his fist on the ground making Danny and Sibella jump in the air a little.

Now that she was on her feet, Sibella recognized the ghost almost immediately.

"Danny, that's him! That's the ghost that did this to me!"

Danny stared at the ghost in disbelief. "You're the ghost from the Chest of Demons?"

"YES!!! And after all these years I will soon have my revenge!!"

Danny's hands glowed a little brighter. "What did Dracula even do to you?! What warrants THIS much revenge?!"

"I built Dracula his castle and in exchange we were supposed to rule together!! But when I said that I wanted to kill the villagers, he went and betrayed me!! I knew I couldn't beat him directly, but with some runes I learned of I knew I could make him SUFFER!! I turned his daughter human but before I could finish the job, that JERK with the crystal ball showed up and spirited her away!!"

Danny and Sibella were slowly and subtly making their way back to the stairs but never broke eye contact with Grime Stone.

"And then you hid in the Ghost Zone?" asked Danny.

"It was the one place nobody expected me to hide! Who would think to look for a Non-Ghost Zone ghost in the Ghost Zone?!"

One of his square stone blocks rolled itself off of his body and showed a rune to Danny. It fired off a small red fireball that almost took off Danny's head.

"In case you haven't figured it out, runes are kind of my thing!" The stone rolled itself back onto Grime Stone's body and the ghost reeled back his fist for a punch. "SECOND ONLY TO MURDER!!!"

Danny picked Sibella and dodged the fist by making them intangible.

*SMASH!*

Danny flew Sibella up, phasing them both through the roof. Danny took them out to the streets where he set her down.

"So THAT'S the guy?!" asked Danny.

"There's no mistaking it! He surrounded me with a whole circle of stones with those runes and then zap!"

*CRASH!*

Grime Stone broke through the walls of Fenton Works creating a giant gapping hole.

"Hey!! Come on now!!" snapped Danny. 'Do Non-Ghost Zone ghosts not have the ability to go intangible? This could get messy. Fast!' thought Danny.

Sibella stepped forward and took a shot at Grime Stone with the Fenton Peeler.

*BZZZZZZZZT!*

A long laser beam shot out of the muzzle of the gadget and hit Grime Stone. It must have been doing at least some damage because he was holding up his hands in an attempt to protect himself from it.

"How did you know how to fire it?" asked Danny.

"Well I don't have Bats in my Belfry, Danny. I figured it had to be the only other button on the thing."

"Okay, I guess that one's a given."

A few more sparks flew out of Sibella's armor and the beam stopped.

"Sibella, do you have a way to contact Vincent Van Ghoul?"

"Yes! He gave me a crystal ball just in case something like this happened! I don't think Grime Stone is going to give us a chance to use it though!"

"You run inside and use it! I'll keep Boulder Breath busy."

"But Danny..."

"I can handle it! Now run!!"

The Fenton Peeler armor retracted back into the device giving one final big spark.

Grime Stone was busy trying to get the stone cubes of his body to stop smoking so he didn't even notice Sibella running past him into Fenton Works.

*ZZZZZAAAAAAAAAAAAAP!*

A ghost ray to Grime Stone's face earned Danny his full attention.

A menacing glare from the ghost from the Chest of Demons was sent right to the ghostly protector floating above him.

"Hey Blockhead!! Come at me if you think you got the stones!!"

Grime Stone threw a square stone block from his body at Danny but he blasted it to pieces. Another stone block took the place of the one thrown.

'I don't think he can make more... I play this right then maybe I can wear him down.' thought Danny.

"What even ARE you?!"

demanded the limestone built ghost.

"The name's Phantom. Danny Phantom! I protect this town from evil ghosts like you!"

"...ALL I WANT IS THE GIRL!!!'

"Tell that to the hole you made in my house!!"

Grime Stone looked back and saw the giant hole he had created from the basement up. He turned back to Danny and waved his stone hand nonchalantly. "Semantics."

"Listen, grudge or not! I am NOT going to let you hurt that girl! So just give up now or I'll turn you to rubble!!"

Grime Stone let four of his stone blocks fall to the ground, rolling until they stopped with red runes facing Danny.

"You and WHAT ARMY?!"

The runes glowed brightly and then fired at Danny. Each one was firing something different however; one was a straight laser beam, another was jagged like a lightning bolt, the third let loose a barrage of energy arrows, and the final one lashes out like a flailing whip.

They were all red and Danny nearly dodged them all but the whip one managed to wrap itself around his ankle.

Danny shuddered in revulsion at the feel. It was like being grabbed by an eel coated in slug slime.

However, this grotesque feel couldn't help but make Danny wonder if a certain counter tactic would be optional with it.

He shot a ghost ray where it connected with his ankle, cutting it off. Grabbing the end of it, he charged up some of his own ghost energy and threw a shockwave down it.

"Go Ghost Stinger!!"

The green energy traveled all the way down the whip until it hit the rune, shocking it. The stone cube rocked and crackled with green energy and to Danny's surprise, so did Grime Stone.

Eventually the attack ran its course and Grime Stone's entire body was left smoking. This gave Danny a theory.

He experimentally shot a ghost ray at one of the other rune stones. When it hit its mark the stone flew back slightly damaged.

"YOOOW!!!"

Grime Stone held himself as if he had just gotten shot.

"That's it. The runes are his weak spot!"

As Grime Stone focused on recovering to best of his ability, Sibella ran out with some of the ghost hunting gear. Danny floated down to the ground to meet her.

"I called Vincent, he and the others should be here shortly. Problem is another one of the Thirteen Ghosts crossed their paths and they're busy trying to wrangle that one into the chest."

"That's fine! I think I discovered Grime Stone's weakness! His connection to the runes is a two way street! We attack the stones with runes on them and we might be able to power him down!"

"That's great news, Danny! I noticed that the Fenton Peeler only had some effect on him though so I brought out some of the other weapons instead!"

"I don't know if we can just thermos this guy, but if we can weaken him enough by hitting him in the runes..."

Sibella held up the Fenton Crammer. "We can shrink his pieces down with the Fenton Crammer..."

"And then put his pieces into the Fenton Thermos one at a time, catching him!" Danny and Sibella finished in unison.

Danny and Sibella smiled at each other.

Danny had taken Sibella to new parts of herself she didn't even know existed, so he was leaving quite the impression on her.

Sibella was a quick learner and synced up with Danny's line of thinking faster than anyone he had ever met, so she was leaving an equally large impression on him.

Grime Stone waved his hand and a bunch of the stones with runes shot off at them.

Four of them landed around Danny and Sibella. When their runes started to glow, Danny made Sibella duck thus having their blasts fly harmlessly overhead.

As expected, each one was shooting something different. These four had a gust of wind, projectile limestone blocks of equal size as the shooter, red energy construct daggers, and one that shot out large wooden stakes.

Danny's foot glowed green and in spinning ectoplasmic sweep, he kicked them all away.

Grime Stone, for whatever reason, was set on letting his rune stones do his fighting for him. He threw two more at them, one landing near Danny.

The runes started to glow red and Danny threw up a small ecto-shield to protect his face. Instead of whatever Danny was expecting, the block shot out some red slimy goop that completely covered his feet.

He tried to free himself by making his feet intangible but the goop still held him firm. Sibella shot it with the Fenton Wrist Rays and it started to harden on contact. A firm pull and Danny shattered the goop, freeing his feet.

The stone got ready to fire again but Danny tackled Sibella away. They tumbled away on the ground for a little bit until they're momentum stopped and Danny ended up on top of Sibella.

They both stared at each other with widened eyes and large blushes on their faces. However, they couldn't really process the moment much more than that as another stone block near their heads started a power up glow.

Danny quickly shoved them apart and a red geyser of water shot out from the stone.

Danny landed a few feet away where he spotted a stone with a familiar tune on it.

The same stone that shot the fireball at him earlier tumbled over to him and shot another fireball. This time it was stopped by an ecto-shield but Danny already had enough of the block.

Danny shot a ghost ray at the stone directly in the runes. As Grime Stone winced in pain, Sibella walked over with the Fenton Crammer and shrunk the stone to the size of a pebble. She then picked it up and dropped it into the thermos.

"AAAAAGH!!!" Grime Stone let out a shriek of surprise as he felt his connection to the stone being completely cut off.

The former vampire and the halfa smiled at each other. A smile that Grime Stone didn't trust for a minute.

Entering a whole new level of fear, Grime Stone ran on both hands to retrieve his stone cube blocks from the new danger.

Feeling the ground quake from the weight of his giant stone hands, Grime Stone's charge was impossible not to notice.

"Danny, we need to do something quick! He's getting closer!"

Danny rubbed his green hands in preparation. What he was about to try was not necessarily new but on a much grander scale.

"Okay, bear with me for a second."

Concentrating hard, Danny put up a giant green ecto-dome forcefield around them. It was most likely the biggest he had ever produced, but it was big enough that it covered both he and Sibella with the remaining stone cube blocks. It also had Grime Stone outside so he couldn't physically interfere with their plan. Of course this didn't stop him from pounding on it with his stone fists in attempt to break it.

Danny fell to the ground, winded but still conscious.

She offered him a helping hand and Danny gave her a tired smile.

"I don't know how long this thing will hold, especially with him pounding on it, but it should give us the freedom to finish the job."

Now back on his feet, Danny took a breath and straightened up.

The two quickly found a process to dealing with the runes stone blocks. Danny would shoot one with a ghost ray, Sibella would shrink it, and they would alternate on who would put it in the thermos.

Things were going so well that Danny couldn't resist the urge for small talk.

"So... What are you into?"

"Volleyball."

Danny playfully rolled his eyes at the repeated news.

"I think you might have mentioned that before. What else are you into?"

Sibella had to give this question more thought than she would have guessed.

"Well... Sometimes I do a little ballet."

Danny couldn't help but smile. The thought of a blood sucking monster of the night in a tutu was hilarious. He couldn't help but laugh a little.

"A vampire ballerina? There's a pun in there somewhere!"

Sibella didn't seem offended by Danny's jab at all. If anything, she also saw the humor in it.

"I'm sure we could find it. What about you? When your not fighting evil ghosts or playing on your computer, what do you do?"

Danny shrugged as they put away their third stone cube block.

"I mostly hang with my friends Sam and Tucker. I am really into NASA though."

Sibella furrowed her brow in confusion.

"NASA?"

Danny knew she grew up in a world of monsters, but he couldn't believe Sibella didn't know what NASA was.

"Space. I want to be an astronaut when I grow up."

"What's an astronaut?"

With two more blocks away, Danny stared at her in disbelief.

"Someone who travels into space! How could you not... Wow. I guess ghouls really are in the dark about human society."

Sibella shrugged as they put away another stone.

"... I guess I just don't understand the appeal."

"Don't understand the... We've been to the moon!!"

Sibella stopped for a moment and looked at Danny incredulously.

"... Wait. Really?"

"Yes!! Neil Armstrong actually WALKED on the moon! And Buzz Al-You know what? If we finish this up in a hurry maybe I can show you."

Sibella let out a humored grunt and got back to shrinking the rock.

"It'll have to be on something that isn't your computer."

In all the excitement, Danny had actually forgotten that he had lost a computer. Of course it didn't compare to losing a wall to his HOUSE but still.

"Oh... Right. You might have a point there."

With Danny's mood turning down casted, Sibella decided to change the subject.

"I also like physical exercise like jogging."

Admittedly, jogging and exercising wasn't usually on Danny's mind but if being more fit could help improve himself like when he trained with Dash for the President's fitness test...

"You know, maybe a little more stretching of the limbs could help with my ghost fighting. Might be nice to do it with a familiar face..."

Sibella saw what Danny was subtly trying to do and was only too happy to accept it.

"I'd be happy to have you!"

With the last of the stone cube blocks sucked up, Grime Stone was looking a lot worse for wear. He had fallen to his hands, struggling to get up.

Danny lowered the shield and put a hand on Sibella's shoulder.

"You're the one he's been after this whole time. It's only fair for you to catch him."

Sibella smirked and pointed the thermos at Grime Stone the same way Danny had pointed it at the Box Ghost. A beam of light shot out of the thermos and enveloped Grime Stone completely.

"N-N-Noooooooo...."

Grime Stone was sucked into the thermos and Sibella firmly closed the lid on it.

"Ooooh! That IS satisfying. I can see why you and your friends do this............ If you ever see my friend Phanty, please don't tell her I said that."

"Ha ha. Consider it a promise. I don't really think I can keep you safe at my house anymore with a giant hole in it. So what would you say if I treated you around town until Vincent and your dad got here?"

Sibella was about to agree to it when some familiar green smoke appeared from thin air and started to swirl around in front of them.

Danny wasn't sure but he thought he heard Sibella mutter something about a "Date blocking sorcerer."

Vincent Van Ghoul appeared once more with his crystal ball but he wasn't alone this time. Standing next to him was a tall purple man that Danny could only assume was Sibella's father, Dracula.

"Awfully sorry we weren't able to get here sooner kids, but a certain Great Dane... Oh. What's all this now?"

Sibella handed the thermos to Vincent.

"We caught your ghost." Danny explained. "He was powerful...and tricky, but working together we got it done."

Vincent took the thermos, and pulled out a sticky note pad. "Well this turned out better than I ever could have hoped!" He wrote something on a sticky note, attached it to the thermos, and made it disappear in a puff of green smoke.

"My people will toss that thermos into the Chest of Demons right away! That alone should be enough to break Sibella's curse."

Danny walked up to Dracula. He found it ironic how he looked more human than Vlad Plasmius.

Danny offered his hand to the vampire king.

"Nice to meet you, sir. You have a very bright, capable daughter. You should be very proud."

Dracula shook his hand.

"I am always proud of her, but you young Fenton... I owe you a debt. If you ever need a favor, you have but to ask and I will give you my very Bat."

Danny laughed at the pun and Dracula appreciated that he got it.

"Well now that you mention it, there is the little matter of the collateral damage done to my house... That ghost was strong but he was reckless too."

Dracula looked at the hole in Danny's house and found himself unimpressed.

"Child's play! With my ghouls and resources, I can this repaired in a couple of hours." He gave Vincent a knowing smile. "Especially with a little magic to cut down on traveling?"

Vincent rolled his eyes. "Oh fine. Fine. I suppose we owe the lad that much."

Everyone's eyes turned to Sibella as she suddenly started having body spasms.

"Sibella!!! Vincent, what's happening to her?!"

To Danny's surprise, Vincent and Dracula were completely calm about what was happening to his new friend.

"Something good. This means the humans I sent the thermos to have tossed it into the Chest of Demons."

"That means the spell is broken." explained Dracula. "And my daughter is changing back to her usual beautiful batty self."

In a puff of black smoke, the human Danny had befriended was replaced with a vampire version of her.

"Wow. You weren't kidding about the purple. If you don't mind my saying so, I think I like your hair better this way. Looks longer and more like it could flow better. Like a cape but somehow better."

From the look on Sibella's face, she didn't mind at all.

The reality of the situation settled in by itself all too quickly though. With Sibella back to paranormal and the threat neutralized, there was no reason for her to stay.

Everyone there could feel it was time for sad departures.

"I guess this is goodbye." Sibella sadly stated.

Danny gave her a vulnerable smile.

"Maybe we'll meet again? I can show you my telescope and we can star gaze with it. I can show you why I think space is so great."

Sibella smiled at him flirtatiously.

"Consider it a date.

Dracula immediately placed himself between his daughter and the young halfa.

"Okay, that's enough." Dracula picked up Sibella and started to carry her away under his arm. "Any kind of 'dating' that MY little princess will do will only happen AFTER the school year at Grimwood's, and even then only WITH my Hunch Bunch supervising."

Sibella didn't even seem to mind. Instead of objecting she just waved goodbye to Danny with a face of 'Parents. What can you do?'

Danny waved back with a humored nod of understanding.

Dracula placed her between Vincent and himself as green smoke started to swirl around them to take them away.

"Daddy, how soon do you think I can see him again? He was more than just Fang-tastic, I might go out of my way to say that he was Phan-tastic!"

Dracula didn't say a word in response to her but sent a glare to Vincent.

"This is all your fault."

Vincent was taken back by Dracula's accusation.

"Me? What did I have to do with it?"

"He was your idea, wasn't he?!"

The smoke had completely covered them by now, Danny couldn't even see them anymore.

"To keep her safe and protected. And that's exactly what he did, I can't help it they fell for each other a little bit."

"... She is too young to date!"

"Oh for pity's sake, just let your child grow up!"

They were almost completely gone now but one last word echoed through to Danny.

"Never!!"

The smoke dissipated and there wasn't any sign of them. All Danny could think of was one thing.

"Tucker is never going to believe this one."

The End.

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