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@whumpgifathon | Day 13: Aesthetic Alt. Bedside Vigil Las Vegas | S02E01 | Danny McCoy

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Las Vegas 1x10 Decks and Violence

Part 3

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New Avengers (2010) #16.1

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Future Ghost Chapter 9

Flashback: In the ghost zone: Far Frozen: Dr. Bonechiller:

After a long fight with ghost after ghost and then Vlad, Danny found himself in the swirling green void of the ghost Zone. He was drifting closer to the Far Frozen. He planned to make a pit stop there before heading home. Dr. Bonechiller would help patch him up. The giant Yeti was a gentle soul.

"Danny, come in," Dr. Bonechiller called, his furry face peering out. Danny phased through the door into the examination room. The good yeti doctor sat Danny down on a medical bed and started patching up his wounds, making small talk as he went.

After his current injuries were tended to, Danny perked up and asked a question that he had wanted to ask for a while but kept forgetting or backing out.  

"Hey Doc. So... about these electrical scars..." Danny held up his arm, revealing the Lichtenberg scar branching from his hand up to his shoulder. "Any way to get rid of them?"

Dr. Bonechiller examined the scar, his large fingers tracing the pattern. "I'm afraid not, Danny. These types of scars are tied to the trauma you experienced. They'll only fade once you've emotionally processed and healed from what happened. Once your core has healed from the trauma that inflected this injury. Technically, there is no surface damage; it’s more of a reminder to you."

Danny's shoulders slumped. "Great, so I'm stuck with them."

"For now, yes. But you're strong, Danny. You'll get through this." Dr. Bonechiller turned and retrieved a small black data chip. "Here, this contains all your important medical information from your visits and extra information I felt you would find helpful. It also contains my emergency contact. Only call me if it’s an emergency. Keep it safe."

Danny took the smooth rock. Part of him wondered if this was some odd joke. Danny decided not to ask how to access the data chip, stone technology, or whatever this was. He felt too prideful and embarrassed to ask. *I bet Tucker can figure it out.* With that thought he tucked it into his pocket. "Thanks, Doc. I will."

Danny unfortunately forgot about the smooth stone in his pocket, failing to ever ask Tucker to look at it.

Enterprise: Sickbay

Danny found himself under the keen gaze of Dr. McCoy. The hum of medical equipment provided a soothing backdrop to the tension that had taken root in Danny's chest.

"Alright, let's take a look at you," McCoy said, scanning Danny with a medical tricorder. The readings were all over the place, flickering between human and some unknown energy signature.

"Fascinating," McCoy murmured. "Your cellular structure is in flux. I've never seen anything like it."

“Yeah…...” Danny mumbled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand. “I guess that’s cause I can switch between two different forms.”

McCoy raised an eyebrow, his interest evident. "And this ability of yours to switch between ghost and human form...it's fascinating. I'd like to see it in action later, if you're up for it."

"Sure, Dr. McCoy," Danny said, though he couldn't shake the sense of being a specimen under a microscope.

McCoy's eyes fell on the electrical scar peeking out from under Danny's sleeve. He gently took Danny's arm, pushing up the fabric. "Those electrical burns from the accident too?" McCoy asked gently.

Danny pulled his arm back, tugging the sleeve down. His shoulders hunched, and his gaze dropped to the floor. "Yeah," he mumbled.

McCoy's heart ached for the boy. What kind of parents let their teenage son wander into an active portal unsupervised? He resolved to get Danny the counseling he likely needed.

“Would you like me to treat it?” Mccoy afford. “A dermal generator will patch this up in no time.”

"Dr. McCoy, these... they aren't just scars; they're remnants of trauma that echo in my ghost form," Danny began, cautiously opening up about his past injuries. "When I'm in my human form, they're like memories. I was told that technically that they are healed physically, it’s like a physical reminder of my trauma, and they won’t fade until I deal with it.”

McCoy leaned forward; his professional curiosity piqued. "You mean to tell me these are more than physical? That they're tied to your... psyche?"

“Yea, I guess so, I was told I’d have to deal with it emotionally and mentally…..In the Ghost Zone, where I'm from, we have something called a core," Danny began, tapping his chest. "It's like a heart, but it's the source of our powers. When I got shocked, it...it hurt my core. Left these scars." *Granted, that shock created my core, but I don’t really want to explain that. * Danny thought to himself.

McCoy nodded, jotting down notes on his PADD. "Now, tell me—do these scars cause you any pain?"

“Sometimes…...usually on the day I got it…..like an anniversary. It hurts all over on that day like it did when it first happened.”

Mccoy made a note on his tablet.

 “So this core, it's a physical organ?" Mccoy asked.

Danny shrugged. "Sort of? It's more like a manifestation of our essence. Our souls, I guess you could say."

McCoy raised an eyebrow at Danny's poor explanation. The kid was clearly no doctor. "Alright," he said, lowering his tone. "Where exactly would this core of yours be located?"

Danny bristled. "That's private," he insisted. "People just don't give that info out."

McCoy squinted down at the teen ensign, his patience wearing thin. "Listen, kid," he growled, "that's what doctors are for—to help when private things get hurt."

"I..." Danny started, his voice shaking. "I don't know if you can even detect it in my human form. But it's under my human heart." He paused, taking a deep breath.

McCoy picked up his tricorder again. "Speaking of your ghost form, do you think you could show me? I'd love to get some readings and see how your biology changes."

Danny hesitated, old instincts urging him to keep his powers hidden. But he forced them down.

"Alright," he agreed, hopping off the biobed. "Just...don't freak out, okay?"

McCoy chuckled. "Kid, I've seen my fair share of strange things in this galaxy. I think I can handle a little ghost action."

Danny took a deep breath, reaching for the familiar chill at his center. A flash of light engulfed him; twin rings traveling across his body as he transformed.

McCoy watched in awe as the scrawny teenage boy was replaced by a white-haired, green-eyed floating teen. His tricorder scanning and recording away.

"Remarkable," he breathed. "Your entire molecular structure has been altered."

Danny rubbed the back of his neck, suddenly self-conscious under the doctor's intense scrutiny. "So, this is my ghost half."

McCoy circled him, tricorder whirring. "And you can switch between this form and your human one at will?"

Danny nodded. "It took some practice, but yeah. It's like flipping a switch."

Danny transformed back into a human, with a wry smirk on his face. "That's me. Just your average half-ghost freak."

McCoy frowned at the self-deprecation. "Hey, now. None of that. You're not a freak, Danny. You're unique. Also, I’m pretty sure you check all the boxes to be counted as a living being, just cause you all call yourselves ghosts, doesn’t make you any less alive. "

Danny ducked his head, unused to such open acceptance.

"Thanks, Doc," he said softly.

McCoy smiled, resting a hand on Danny's shoulder and gently squeezing it.

****

"First things first, you're going to rewrite your mission reports. Add in the details about when you used your powers. I want a full picture. And the captain will want that full picture as well.” Mccoy ordered. Giving the teen work to keep him busy. As well as getting on record any time Danny used his powers on past away missions to help the crew. It would only help the boy’s case, especially if they could confirm the weird energy readings they had recorded were him. Already from Mccoy’s scans, he could tell it was the same type of energy reading.

Danny groaned inwardly, hating paperwork with every fiber of his being. "Reports, really? Isn't there something more... hands-on I could be doing?"

"Nope!” McCoy said with a wry grin. "And while you're at it, I'll be setting you up with some educational material. We need to fill in the gaps in your knowledge."

"Education tests? I've done fine in engineering," Danny protested, but McCoy raised an eyebrow at him.

"Son, engineering is one thing. But you skipped high school and the Academy. We need to know where you stand academically." McCoy handed him a PADD loaded with learning modules. "Except for history," he added sternly. "You're blocked from those searches, given your status."

"But...but I know stuff!" Danny protested. "My parents taught me a lot about science and engineering."

"I don't doubt that. But humor me, alright?" McCoy tapped at the PADD.

Danny slumped in defeat. "This is payback for lying, isn't it?"

McCoy smirked. "Consider it tough love, kid. Now, get to it. Doctor's orders."

Danny sighed, accepting the PADD. Writing reports and taking tests wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but it may be worth the hassle if it meant gaining the crew's trust and understanding.

"Yes, sir," Danny said.

"Hope to it, kid," McCoy grunted, patting Danny's shoulder.

He stared down at the PADD in his hands, trepidation swirling in his gut. Rewriting all those reports, recalling each time he'd used his powers to save the day...it was going to be tough and tedious.

*It's just great! Here I am in space but stuck in a space hospital doing my least favorite thing: HOMEWORK! * Danny mentally groaned to himself.

As he got to work on his assignments, he glanced up and noticed his friend Kas enter his med bay room. At first, he felt happy to see her, but then he felt fearful. *Oh, God, what if she knows?  What if she’s mad? What if she hates me?* Danny hunched his shoulders, not wanting to face the music. He had forgotten the Andorian girl worked in medbay. She might know everything.

Danny was surprised when he felt Kas’s arms wrapped around his should in a side hug. It was a bit awkward with him sitting up in a bed.

“Are you all right?” Kas asked, her big black eyes looking at him with concern. “I saw you got a talking to by the big three! That must have been scary!”

“I’m alright, Kas…...wait, you’re not mad?” Danny asked.

“No! Why would I be mad? Is it about you being underaged? Now don’t be mad about how I know that, Daryle might have let that slip…..But I’m sure it will all turn out ok!” Kas rumbled, giving him a tight squeeze.

“Yeah, I’m fifteen…...” Danny wheezed as Kas hugged him tighter. He was surprised at her strength.

“OMG! You’re just a baby!” Kas squealed.

“Oh god! I can’t breathe!” Danny joked. It was only partly true; he’d be fine without breathing, but man, was she hugging him tight.

Kas let go and frantically apologized. She looked a bit embarrassed. “Sorry for being too much, but I just want you to know we can still be friends.”

Danny felt so relieved. “You’re not mad about the hybrid things either?”

“Hybrid? What do you mean?” Kas asked.

“Oh…..I thought……I thought everyone would know since I got caught.” Danny stammered.

“Danny! This is medical; we aren’t going to air your private medical files! But no, I didn’t know.”

“Oh……” Danny blushed, realizing his mistake and how he just outed himself.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to…...that’s private stuff, you know?” Her blue antenna dropped in concern. “But for what it's worth, I don't think any less of you. So, you're a little different. So what? We're all unique in our own ways. And I won’t go around telling people if you don’t want that."

Danny's smile grew a bit more genuine. "Thanks, Kas. I appreciate that. And please don’t tell; it was hard enough coming clean earlier…..."

Kas shot him a sympathetic look before bustling off to attend her duties, leaving him alone with his thoughts.

****

Doctor Mccoy was examining Danny again. Danny was getting really tired of being poked, prodded, and scanned. But he was trying his best to be good. Maybe they’d let him stay if he was good.

“Danny, Have you ever had someone to talk to about ghost stuff and the accident? Not just friends or family but a professional?" Mccoy asked. He was already making a list of potential therapists for the kid to see. A few were already on the ship, and a few were selected for video calls. He was just curious if the kid had ever gone to therapy before.

Danny hesitated, memories of Dr. Bonechiller surfacing in his mind. "Actually...yeah. Back in my own time, I found a ghost doctor who helped me understand my powers and how they affected my body. I’d go to him if I were close by, and he’d help me if I were hurt."

Danny's eyes widened. "Actually! Dr. Bonechiller gave me a data chip with all my information. I completely forgot about it until now. It's back in my quarters."

"Kid, you're telling me you've had your medical records this whole time?" Dr. Leonard McCoy grumbled as he glared at Danny Fenton, who had the grace to look sheepish. His arms crossed, McCoy leaned back against the edge of a biobed in Sick Bay. "And it didn't occur to you to mention it?"

Danny fidgeted, scratching the back of his neck where the electrical scar ended. "I kind of forgot about it, Doc. Everything's been so crazy since I got here..."

"Forgot," McCoy echoed with a huff, shaking his head. Typical teenagers, forgetting important things. "Well, go get it then. Kas can go with you. I’d rather have it than fly blind.”  

Danny nodded eagerly but was also too embarrassed to mention that he didn’t know how to access the ghost file.

Danny rummaged through his belongings in his quarters, searching for the data chip Dr. Bonechiller had given him. After a few minutes, he triumphantly held up the small, black stone. "Found it!"

Kas stood behind Danny, looking around his room, which he shared with Weston. Danny was very relieved his roommate wasn’t in.

Before they could leave and head back to sickbay, the door to the room opened.

The door slid open, revealing Walton Weston. His smile faltered when he spotted Danny. "Oh. It's you."

“Yes, just us, and we are leaving,” Danny said, trying to sidestep with Kas in tow.

Weston blocked the exit by leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. "Why are you letting him out and about, Kas? He’s dangerous, probably some sort of alien shapeshifter.”

Danny's hands clenched into fists at his sides. "I'm not an alien."

“Back off, Weston or I’ll report you for harassment and intolerance.” Kas glared, getting in between Danny and Weston.

“But I was right, wasn’t I?! He was lying this whole time! He should be in the brig!” Weston shouted.

Kas grabbed Danny's hand and shoved Weston out of the way. “You need to be quite, and that’s not up to you, Danny is a patient in sickbay, you need to back off.”

Weston glared at their retreating forms.

~Back in sickbay~

Danny held out what looked like a polished, black stone. "Here it is, Doctor McCoy."

"Looks like a paperweight," McCoy muttered, taking the object and turning it over in his hand. "How does it work?"

"Uh..." Danny hesitated, his youthful face scrunching up in concentration. "Dr. Bonechiller just handed it to me. He didn't really explain."

"Of course, he didn't," McCoy said, not quite managing to hide a smile at the teen's befuddlement.

"Let's see if we can't make heads or tails of this thing." McCoy activated his tricorder and passed it over the stone. The device emitted an odd whirring sound, its screen displaying a series of fluctuating energy patterns that were undeniably similar to Danny's unique readings.

"Interesting..." McCoy mused, eyebrows knitting together.

"Yeah, I'm not really sure how it works," Danny admitted sheepishly. "Ghost technology can be pretty weird."

"I bet Scotty would love to take a look at this. Maybe he can figure out how to access the medical data stored inside." Mccoy mused.

Chapter 10

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Future Ghost Chapter 1

Note: I decided to post the first chapter so people can decide if they like it or not (Granted, I think my writing gets better in the future chapters; I got too excited and started rushing the idea. XD)

Danny materialized in the middle of a bustling spaceport, his body tingling from the effects of Desiree's magic. Danny was lucky he wasn’t in his ghost form, otherwise he’d stick out like a sore thumb. He ducked behind some cargo containers. He blinked in confusion at the strange ships and alien races surrounding him.

"Where am I?" he muttered, turning in a circle. The architecture and technology looked far more advanced than anything in Amity Park. A nearby display screen caught his eye - stardate 2266.8. "The future?!" Danny gasped. Desiree had sent him centuries into the future with his flippant wish for a 'space adventure.' He was stranded, centuries away from his family and friends.

"Congratulations, Danny Fenton," Desiree's voice echoed in his head, accompanied by her sinister laugh. "You wished for a space adventure, and so it shall be!"

Panic surged through him, followed by an odd sense of exhilaration. If he couldn't return home, perhaps he could make the best of it here. And maybe Clockwork would take pity on him and help him back. Or maybe he could gather enough resources to create a ghost portal, get access to the zone, and demand Clockwork to help him get home. But Danny felt no need to rush. After all, with time travel, he could just pop back in at the correct time, maybe moments after he made that wish. For now Danny wanted to go to space.

Danny was excited by what he saw after exploring his new time period and observing the future humans. There were actual aliens walking about! Danny had an idea of what he wanted to do.

Danny turned invisible and intangible, phasing into a computer terminal. His technopathic powers made quick work of creating a fake ID for "Danny Fenton, 18, Human." A few more keystrokes planted his credentials into Starfleet's database. Even though he was only fifteen, he created a fake ID, fudging his age to appear eighteen so that he could become an ensign in Starfleet Academy. The fear of being discovered ate at him, but his desire for adventure pushed him forward. And he would finally be able to live his dream. He’d be in space in no time!

Moments later, Danny walked confidently up to a recruitment station in a cadet's uniform.

"Ensign Danny Fenton reporting for duty," he announced with a grin. He was Starfleet's newest engineering crewman on the USS Enterprise. At least he could see the galaxy while he figured out how to get back home.

Danny took a deep breath as he stepped onto the transporter pad, his Starfleet-issued duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He was beaming aboard the Enterprise for the first time.

As the transporter beam enveloped him, Danny felt a spike of anxiety. He was about to live among humans 24/7 with no privacy. Concealing his ghost powers would be a constant challenge. Materializing in the Enterprise's transporter room, Danny was greeted by a stern-looking Vulcan officer.

"Welcome aboard, Ensign Fenton," the officer said in a monotone voice. "I am Commander Spock. Please follow me to engineering."

Danny nodded, gripping the strap of his bag tightly. He was glad he saw some other aliens before Mr. Spock. He had time to get his awe under control, but he still felt giddy at meeting a new alien. He tried his best to hide his awe and stop staring. As he followed Spock through the pristine white corridors, Danny took in everything with wide eyes. Crew members of various species walked briskly about their duties, not sparing the new ensign a second glance.

The ship hummed with energy, almost like a living being. Danny could feel the thrum of the warp core reverberating through the decks.

Arriving at main engineering, Spock introduced Danny to Montgomery Scott, the chief engineer.

"Nice to meet ye, laddie!" the jovial Scot said, pumping Danny's hand enthusiastically. "Let's get ye settled in, shall we?"

Over the next few hours, Scotty showed Danny around engineering, familiarizing him with the Enterprise's systems. Danny committed everything to memory, knowing he'd have to prove himself useful. By the end of the day, Danny was exhausted but excited. He was looking forward to his time here. Even though he was a C student back home, he was smart and able to make sense of the future technology. Danny was smart. He just didn't have time to study or do homework with all the ghost-fighting back home. But now it felt like he could take a break from all that.

Chapter 2

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I love looking at old pieces of media and picking some characters and going "yeah. Those ones. They're gay."

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Source : Only feet

This photo does not belong to me, all credits go to the owner.

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Val being the most adorable bby girl on movie sets 😭😂😍

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Avengers #207 (Fingeroth & Budiansky/Colan, May 1981). Simon’s acting career is in ruins. Just like Pompeii!

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Las Vegas 1x10 Decks and Violence

Part 2

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Chris Barrie, Danny John-Jules, and some doctors

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Crossed Signals Character Previews

Crossed Signals production has been chugging along. This month, we've hit the exciting milestone of completing base sprites for every character that appears in the introduction to the game! This doesn't include facial expressions, alternate outfits, or additional poses, but it does lay the groundwork for what's to come.

Main Character

Just your typical college sophomore. You may see us refer to them as "Sam Laine." That's just what name I (Gunzil) picked, but when you play you can name them whatever you'd like!

Jenny Winters

A little ball of anxiety who has a hard time slowing down. She's studying to become a veterinarian and loves her cat, Rocky.

Violet Birch

A cute and popular cheerleader, often mistaken for a model. Her daddy is, like, super rich. Currently dating Eric McCoy.

Robin Larson

A laid-back sports-lover from a small town in the Upper Peninsula.

Nicole Roberts

No-nonsense Calculus teacher aging gracefully through her 40s. Recently went through a messy divorce.

Eric McCoy

Member of the football team studying computer science. Your roommate, and good friend. What a hunk! Currently dating Violet Birch.

Danny Gomez

A friend who works at a phone repair store which most certainly does not contain any cursed or magical artifacts. Spends more time playing games on his DS than actually working.

We hope you're excited to see what kinds of body-swapping adventures these folks get up to!

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Benefits of Camping, or How to (not) Hunt Bigfoot With Your Parents

This was originally posted on Ao3, but I decided I'd see what posting on Tumblr was like for fanfiction :) (https://archiveofourown.org/works/47138986/chapters/118767895)

I already have chapters 1-5, just not gonna put em all up right now as I'm at a coffee shop and need to work on heading home.

Summary:

It could've been a great vacation. Probably. Except there's one tiny issue: Danny's parents have decided to take a break from hunting ghosts, instead supporting their fellow cryptobiologists in hunting Bigfoot. The big problem? They do find Bigfoot. And Bigfoot can talk. (...and has a PhD?)

Chapter 1: Benefit 1-New Cooking Skills

Danny’s folks are usually ghost hunters, but that doesn’t mean they don’t branch out. After all, they’d spent almost 20 years of their life studying a science practically everyone thought of as a paper house in a rainstorm. Surely one of those droplets of evidence would disprove the science as a whole.

Really? Entire beings made of one substance? Supernatural entities?

Absurd .

Maddie and Jack have a great deal of sympathy for cryptobiologists. They also have a tendency to suspect that ghosts are involved every time someone spots Bigfoot or some other being. But really, they’d be happy with either the discovery of a ghost or a new animal to dissect.

Danny, on the other hand, is not in love with either of those two discovery options. He is having a great deal of fun tormenting Jazz, who’d been forced to come along on a trip to the red cedar forests of California. He’d tried to bribe Sam and Tucker into coming along. Sam, with the lure of a new animal (maybe) to check out, and Tucker with peer pressure and lots of grilled meat. Unfortunately, after the reality check that was another fight with a new ghost named Fortuna (self-proclaimed follower of Fortuna, Goddess of Fortune and Misfortune, and with luck-related powers), they’d been forced to concede that having people at home who could fight ghosts was too important to have all three of them on a camping trip.

Thank fuck that Val wasn’t in school right now and that she’d gotten less extreme about ghosts since meeting Danielle. One day Danny might even consider telling her about him, if she doesn’t figure it out first. As a result, there are three competent ghost hunters in Amity Park who don’t actively hate ghosts while Danny is on vacation.

At any rate, Danny is trapped with a bunch of adults who are way too enthusiastic about hunting down rare animals and (in at least one case) killing and taxidermy-ing them. The guy in question keeps tracking new hunters down and showing off pictures of his living room and business, covered in eerie deer, bear, and alligator heads, among other things. There’s even a snake wrapped around a driftwood piece on the table. It reminds Danny of Skulker, and makes him consider yet again whether ghosts might be more likely to form out of these kinds of people. He’s pretty sure his parents were obsessive before they started regularly working with ectoplasm, and after?

They grew much more extreme.

And who knows? It could be due to exposure to ectoplasm, or maybe the obsessiveness causes ectoplasm to accumulate near them. He’s heard theories going both ways.

This guy, Danny could easily imagine dying and becoming a ghost.

At least he helps with setup. The camp takes a while to go up, yellow and beige tents popping up like gophers among the trees. His parents’ tent is a green dome, one of a few splashes of color in the group. Another guy sets up a big grill and a solar panel in a little clearing, one of the few places with sunlight. His incredibly buff partner totes a bag of backup coal to the grill like Mom would carry a sack of flour.

All around the area, people bring up folding chairs and situate equipment. In a big, waterproof, black container, they all put their tech away. The container is anchored with thick ropes to be absolutely certain that nothing can drag it away. It’s flash-flooding season in the area and there’s a river nearby, so they’re concerned that the container could float away, but they had wanted to make the equipment available to everyone, so they aren’t keeping it in anyone’s vehicle. 

A cage goes up towards the far west corner of the camp, away from the fire pit, because they’re worried anything they capture might be unduly frightened by said fire.

With that, a few people sign up in rotation to monitor the grill, planning to bake some potatoes and apples in the fire pit and grill weenies. It’ll be about three hours before supper, but the planning, and a snack, are needed. As the only kids present (apparently many of the others’ kids are nonexistent or at summer camps), Danny and Jazz are put on apple coring and potato poking duty involuntarily. 

Matthew Kapp is their instructor. He practically drags them to the fire pit and tells them how to make the food like he thinks they have infinite memory space for commands, no matter how long the list is.

He explains that potatoes explode when in the ashes without holes, then shows them the basic steps to prepare the food. Essentially, they’re supposed to stab the potatoes with a fork “until it feels right”, wrap them in tin foil, and then yeet them into the fire. Then they have to be surrounded by the ashes and dug out later. Jazz and Danny both work on this, quietly chattering.

Danny grins and with particular emphasis stabs a potato old enough to have green sprouts studded all over its surface. He has to use his right thumb to put enough pressure on the sides of the sprouts that they fall off. He jokes, “If I were Skulker and this potato was me, I’d be so happy right now…”

Jazz raises her eyebrows at him. “Sometimes I worry about the normalization of violence you’ve experienced, Danny.”

Danny is like 90% sure she’s saying that mostly to get on his nerves, but he’s not 100% sure. Ah, the delights of a sister who adores psychology and tormenting her little brother. He rolls his eyes. “Literally everybody in town probably has that. The school has at least one attack every week.”

Jazz retorts, “That’s really not normal.”

“Well it’s normal for me.” 

At that, Jazz changes topics. “Did you remember to bring our tent?”

Danny gives her a thumbs up.

“Great. We don’t have to listen to their snoring!” She cheers. Granted part of the reason they have the tent is because of Danny’s nightmares and occasional power use. Particularly, he’s prone to leaping out of bed and turning intangible the second he gets startled awake because of the sheer number of times ghosts have woken him up.

“Thanks for suggesting it,” Danny offers. Then he adds, “Stabbing the potatoes until it feels right is so…imprecise. How do we know when it feels right?”

Jazz groans sympathetically. “I know, right? I get it for people who’ve baked campfire potatoes before, but we’ve never done this. Mr. Kapp is a scientist, isn’t he supposed to know to be exact for beginners?”

Danny tosses his potato back and forth. “This potato better be good. It’s very hole-y now.” He sets it in the metal bowl to his right and adds, “It’s starting a cult.”

Jazz raises her eyebrows at him. “...why?”

“Holy? Y’know, like saints or whatever?”

Jazz snorts and grabs the tin foil roll. She starts unwrapping it to the familiar crumbly crackle of ripping metal, tearing off pieces big enough for each of the potatoes they’ve prepared. Danny snitches some of the squares and starts wrapping them around each potato as fast as he can. For this part, they don’t talk. The aluminum is too loud anyways. It covers speech pretty well.

After all 14 potatoes are wrapped, they toss them into the fire. Sparks flash into the sky and drift away, and one of the logs collapses into the pit with a soft thud. The white ashes have increased in number, but there aren’t many yet, so they wait to bury the potatoes in the ashes. While they wait, they move on to the apples.

Danny mixes the cinnamon and other spices together and Jazz cores the apples while grumbling about how hard it will be to work on her paper out here. She brought paper so she could handwrite some of it, but out here there isn’t any internet so the most she can do is type on her phone. She isn’t doing that because she’s worried about running out of power and not being able to call if there’s an emergency.

They both stuff the apples with the mixture and then wrap them and toss them in the fire in the same way as the potatoes but to the side. About 15 minutes later, they use sticks to roll the apples out of the fire. The potatoes are saved for later since it will be a few hours before they’re done, while the apples are served as a snack/dessert immediately. 

Having had a long drive and therefore possessing a strong craving for sweets (or any sort of snackage really), everyone swarms the apple pile and as a result only gets one each. Danny plots to sneak another apple into the fire later so he can have seconds, and Jazz wholly supports him. He forgets to eat, and she has to remind him far more often than she’d like.

After the apples are all eaten, some of the people sit down to rest (those who weren’t already asleep) and some of the others begin prowling the area, including Taxidermy Guy (Oscar Polson) and his wife Paloma.

When the two of them come back, they have a map of the area filled with markings denoting where they want to put various kinds of traps. The Polsons are the experts on trap-setting and location, and they’re responsible for deciding which places to put the traps each person brought. With the locations for each trap decided, everyone fixes the last few supper items and sits down for supper as the sun sets, mostly because there’s not enough time to set up the traps that evening.

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Future Ghost Chapter 7

McCoy gestured to Danny to sit on one of the biobeds as they entered the medical bay. Reluctantly, Danny complied, perching on the edge as if ready to bolt at any second.

McCoy picked up a medical tricorder and began scanning the ensign. As the readings came in, he frowned, quickly rescanning Danny and double-checking the device. It was one thing if this happened once, but it happened every time he tried to scan the ensign on the away mission, in Scotty’s office, and now here.

"That can't be right," he muttered. Setting down the tricorder, he reached for Danny's wrist to take his pulse manually.

Danny flinched at the contact. McCoy noted how cold the boy's skin felt under his fingers.

Danny shifted uncomfortably under the doctor's scrutinizing gaze. As McCoy scanned his wrist, the older man's eyes narrowed at seeing the old electrical scars marring Danny's skin. The ensign instinctively tried to pull away, but McCoy held his arm firmly in place.

"You never had these taken care of with a dermal regenerator?" McCoy asked, his tone more curious than accusatory. Danny shook his head, avoiding the doctor's eyes.

"Never got around to it, I guess," he mumbled, feeling heat rise to his cheeks. It wasn't exactly a lie – after the accident that turned him into a half-ghost, there were far more pressing matters to attend to.

Mccoy pressed his fingers to the inside of Danny's wrist, and his frown deepened further. "Your skin is cold… and your heart rate is far too slow for a human." McCoy's voice was stern as he looked at Danny, who shrank back under the intensity of his gaze. "It's against regulation and extremely dangerous to lie about your biology, Ensign. If you were injured on a mission, this information could be vital for your treatment."

McCoy met Danny's eyes, seeing the fear in them. “Would you care to explain?"

Danny's heart pounded as Dr. McCoy's scans revealed anomalies in his readings and signs pointing to a much younger age than on file. He shifted nervously, averting his gaze and trying not to panic.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he mumbled unconvincingly.

"Oh, I think you do," McCoy said sternly. "Withholding vital medical information is not only against regulations but also dangerous. What if something happened to you on an away mission? I wouldn't have known how to treat you properly."

Danny looked down, fidgeting with the hem of his uniform. McCoy pressed on.

"Now you can either tell me exactly what's going on with your physiology, or I'll find out myself during a full examination. Your choice."

Danny paled further at the threat. But before he could respond, his breathing accelerated, eyes widening in panic. McCoy cursed internally. The last thing he wanted was the kid passing out on him.

"Easy there," he said gently, crouching to Danny's level. "Just try to breathe with me, nice and slow."

McCoy's brow furrowed as he watched Danny's chest heave, the kid's eyes wild with panic. He'd seen plenty of patients afraid of needles or medical procedures before, but this was something else entirely. *There's more to this story*, he thought grimly. *And I'm gonna get to the bottom of it.*

"Hey, kid," McCoy said softly, touching Danny's trembling shoulder. "Take some deep breaths. You're safe here, I promise. No one's gonna hurt you."

Danny nodded jerkily, gulping in air. His eyes darted around sickbay like a cornered animal.

McCoy exchanged a worried glance with Nurse Chapel.   *Poor kid looks about ready to bolt. * He had to tread carefully.

After a few minutes, Danny's breath evened out, though tension still radiated from his small frame. McCoy decided to change tactics.

"Son, I'm gonna ask you something, and I need you to be straight with me," he said, fixing Danny with a stern look. "Did you lie about your age to get on this ship?"

Danny's eyes widened. He looked down, his face flushing with shame. "I... yes, sir," he mumbled. "I'm 15."

*Good, good, he’s not gonna try to lie about that….my scans prove he’s young, I just wanted to see if he’d admit it, * McCoy thought. *Besides, there is No way this scrawny thing is 18.* He sighed heavily.

"I appreciate your honesty, Danny. Takes guts to admit when you've messed up." McCoy kept his voice level, noting how the kid seemed relieved to change the subject from his medical issues. *Filing that away for later. *

"We've got a lot to figure out here - and believe me, there will be consequences. But right now, I want to make sure you're okay."

Danny nodded, still avoiding eye contact.

"C'mon," McCoy said gently. "Let's get you something to eat, and we can talk more. One step at a time."

McCoy led Danny to his office, gesturing for him to take a seat. He replicated two cups of hot chocolate and handed one to the teen before sitting down himself.

It took several minutes, but Danny's breathing gradually evened out. The young ensign trembled as he sipped the warm, sweet drink. Dr. Mccoy let the kid calm down before continuing their conversation.

"So," he began, trying to keep his tone casual, " you're clearly good at hacking. That how you got yourself assigned to the Enterprise? Just bypassed the whole academy process?"

Danny fidgeted, staring into his mug. "Yeah," he admitted quietly. "I really wanted to go to space, and I figured...I don't know. I thought I could handle it."

McCoy raised an eyebrow. "Including forging your medical records? You realize how dangerous that is?" *Looks like, I guess correctly about the academy; how much did this kid forge? Does he realize how bad that looks if he’s not a spy…. command might assume that anyway…..I wanna think the best of him, my gut says he’s a good kid, but he’s dug him self a massive hole….* Mccoy mused to himself as he watched the teen.

The boy hunched his shoulders, looking even smaller. "I know. I'm sorry."

*Damn it, kid. What were you thinking? * McCoy sighed. "Listen, Danny. I get that you're brilliant with computers. Hell, you managed to fool Starfleet! That's no small feat. But there's a reason we have protocols in place."

He leaned forward, catching Danny's eye. "The academy isn't just about learning facts and figures. It's about preparing you for the realities of space travel - physically, mentally, emotionally. It's a lot to take on, especially for someone your age."

Danny bit his lip, looking torn between defiance and shame. McCoy softened his voice.

"I'm not trying to lecture you, kid. I just want to understand. With your skills, you could've tested into the academy easily, even at 15. So why take such a huge risk? What made you feel like you had to do this alone?"

Danny blushed with embarrassment. The truth was, he didn’t know that was an option at the time. Paired with his core obsession with space, he just wanted to get to it as fast as possible. And he wanted to pretend he was normal, not a freak of nature.

Danny shrugged, his eyes darting away. "I just...I didn't have anywhere else to go, really. Joining Starfleet and getting on the Enterprise felt like the right choice at the time."

McCoy latched onto those words, a sinking feeling in his gut. "What do you mean you didn't have anywhere else to go? What happened, Danny?"

The boy squirmed under his gaze, his fingers twisting in the fabric of his shirt. "I...it's complicated."

McCoy's jaw tightened, and his eyes narrowed at the kid. *Abuse? Neglect? What the hell happened to this kid? *

"Danny," he said gently, "I know you're in a tough spot. But I need you to be honest with me. The academy has programs for prodigies and kids from difficult backgrounds. They could've helped you if you'd let them."

A flush crept up Danny's neck. He looked genuinely surprised as if the idea had never occurred to him. *Christ, how isolated was this kid? * Mccoy wondered in concern. It worried him that the kid was so scared of being different, Mccoy was well aware, that while earth had come a long way, there were still pockets that didn’t trust aliens, or humans with extra abilities. And from his scans, if Mccoy were to guess, the kid was some sort of hybrid. It was possible that his home life wasn’t accepting of this.

"I didn't know that," Danny mumbled. "I'm not - I mean, I don't really..." He trailed off, his eyes flickering to the door like he wanted to bolt.

McCoy's heart ached. *Easy, Leonard. Don't spook him. * "Okay," he said softly. "We don't have to get into all of that right now. But I do need to know one thing."

He leaned forward, holding Danny's gaze. "Where are you from, Danny? Who are your parents?"

The boy went still, his face shuttering. "I can't tell you that."

*Damn it. * McCoy studied him, taking in the hunched shoulders. *He's terrified. *

"All right," he said, at last, sitting back. "I won't push. For now.  But Danny, you’ll have to answer these questions at some point. Hacking into Starfleet and medical files isn’t consequence-free."

Danny swallowed hard, his eyes suspiciously bright. "I... I know.”

"Danny," he said quietly, "I need you to understand something. If you want to be a part of this crew and have a future here, you have to start being honest with us. With me."

Danny's eyes widened, a flicker of hope sparking in their depths. "You mean...I could stay? Even after everything?"

*Damn it, Leonard, don't make promises you can't keep. * "I can't guarantee anything," McCoy said carefully. "But I'll do everything in my power to make sure you get a fair shot. You've got potential, kid. I'd hate to see it go to waste. And There might be some very serious consequences for all this, but I can help you, but only if you stop this lying nonsense.”

Danny's breath hitched, and for a moment, McCoy thought he might cry. But then he squared his shoulders, lifting his chin with a determined air. "Okay," he said softly. "I'll try. I promise."

McCoy offered a reassuring smile. "Good. We'll take this one step at a time. But Danny - no more lies, okay? Not to me, not to anyone who you’re superior officer. Trust has to go both ways."

Danny nodded, his expression still nervous. "I understand. And... I’ll try, it’s just…. I just never had to explain before…..I…...I don’t know if you’ll believe me…..or I’m…..I’m scared……I’m scared that I’m just a freak." Danny stuttered, and his words trailed off, and he refused to make eye contact.

"Now, hold on just a minute," McCoy growled, the sudden ferocity in his voice making Danny flinch. "You are not a freak, you hear me?” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I've seen a lot of strange things in my time, kid. And whatever is going on with you ain't even the weirdest."

Danny scoffed and muttered under his breath, “I doubt that.”

Mccoy shot Danny a pointed look. He was concerned and didn’t like where his mind was taking him. The signs were starting to point in a direction that would open a whole can of troubling worms.

"Now, about your biology..."

McCoy waited patiently as Danny fidgeted, clearly trying to figure out what to say. Finally, he mumbled almost inaudibly, "I'm a hybrid."

McCoy raised an eyebrow. *Yes, I’ve gathered that, but thanks for the confirmation. * "A hybrid? Of what exactly?" From the scans, Mccoy couldn’t figure out what the other DNA was. Nothing in his database matched.

Danny squirmed under his gaze. "I'd...rather not say."

Sighing, McCoy crossed his arms. "Kido, what did I say about you having to trust me? You're safe here; no one will hurt you because of biological differences."

Danny still looked uncertain. "Can't you just put the scan results in my file? Without mentioning the hybrid part?"

McCoy frowned. A thought occurred to him, prompting him to voice it out loud. "Do you actually know what your other half is? Could one of your parents have been an unknown alien?"

Looking briefly startled, Danny quickly schooled his expression. "Uh, yeah, actually. I never knew exactly what species my dad was."

McCoy raised an eyebrow at Danny, his keen eyes recognizing the lie. "Ensign Fenton," he said, his tone firm. You're a terrible liar, kid. It’s amazing you’ve made it this far.”

“Look, I can’t force you. I still need your permission, or well a guardian’s permission to let me do any deeper scans, or blood drawls. And if you can’t provide guardian information, then I guess you’d be under the federation as a ward. But you will need to get those done if you want a chance to stay on board. That’s just how it’s going to be.” Mccoy explained as gently as he could. “But like I said, if you trust me and tell me the whole truth, and none of this half-truth nonsense or lies, I can help you. I’m on your side, kid; I just want what’s best for you.”

Danny could feel the compassion, concern, and honesty flowing off Doctor Mccoy. He was telling the truth and meant every word of it. “I’ll try…. I just don’t know where to start…..and I never really had to explain it…..” Danny took in a trembling breath, trying to calm his nerves.

“Well, I usually find starting at the beginning helps,” Mccoy replied teasingly. “What do you mean, you’ve never had to explain it? Did your parents or guardians take care of that? Did you ever go to a doctor? Or what about school, surely, they told someone?”

“I…...they didn’t know…...my parents don’t know,” Danny mumbled, getting closer to explaining the truth without truly saying it all.

Doctor Mccoy stared at Danny in disbelief—not that he didn’t believe him, just that his parents didn’t know he wasn’t completely human. “Can you explain that for me?”

Danny stared at his lap and fiddled with the cup of hot cocoa. “My parents are scientists…...and inventors, and they do a lot of experimentation…... "I'm not...normal," Danny began haltingly. "When I was younger…...well…. last year…. when I was fourteen…... there was an accident..."

Mccoy kept silent and listened to his young patient. He felt alarm bells go off in his mind; this was starting to sound like a neglect or abuse case, at worst, human experimentation. This would explain the kids’ deep fear of the medical setting and the kid’s other fears. Mccoy wondered with dread what the kid’s parents were experimenting with. Was it similar to augmentation or granting humans with extra abilities? Mccoy wondered if Danny indeed was on the run, and that was why he didn’t name his parents.

“There was this machine they were working on…..it didn’t work at first…..so….um….I was showing off to my friends….and I went inside this machine…..and the funny thing really…. but the ON button was inside, and I tripped, and it turned on…..while I was inside.” Dannys stumbled through as fast as he could. He knew he should mention the ghosts and the time travel, but he felt it was too weird to try to explain.

Mccoy looked at him with a look of horror, his gaze flickering down to the scars on his wrist. “I’m going to put a pin in that, whole blatant disregard for safety protocols and neglect on your parent’s part…...for now.” Mccoy took a deep breath and slowly let it out; this turned out to be more complicated than he thought. “I’m not sure how that would make you a hybrid, though; I think it would put you in more of the augmented category.” Mccoy mused.

“What’s an augment?” Danny asked before Mccoy could continue his line of questioning.

Mccoy gave Danny a weird look, and Danny just knew that he asked the wrong question.

“You know, like the Eugenics Wars?” Mccoy asked with squinted eyes.

“Oh….” Danny thought about pretending to know but remembered his promise of no more lies. “I don’t know….” He said in a whisper.

Mccoy held up his hand. “We’re gonna come back to that later. I would love to know why you lack proper historical education. But I have some other questions first.” Mccoy said, his tone turning grumpy. His fingers were tapping on his desk. Mccoy wasn’t mad at the ensign, but the more he talked, the more Mccoy found out; he didn’t like the picture that was being painted.

Danny paled a tiny bit. He had avoided looking up historical events in fear of finding out the fates of Amity Park and whether he had ever made it back.

“Did this accident cause any notable changes? Why do you think it made you a hybrid?” Mccoy asked, getting back on track.

Danny again refused to look up. “It did…...um…. I say I’m a hybrid cause my parents were studying these entities from another dimension…. that DNA got fused with my human DNA. It’s hard to explain….”

Mccoy raised an eyebrow in interest. “I’m sorry that happened to you, kid. Can you tell me of any changes it made for you?” Mccoy made a mental note to circle back to the other dimension subject; he doubted the kids’ parents were doing anything legal.

Danny looked up at McCoy, his blue eyes filled with a mixture of shyness and guilt. "I... I can do lots of stuff," he admitted softly. "Like flying, It made me an empath, actually it did allot of stuff, I could make a whole list.” Danny gave out a nervous chuckle. “It gave me the ability to do so much stuff……. Including invisibility."

McCoy narrowed his eyes in annoyance, his brow furrowing as he processed Danny's words. He huffed out a breath. "You little brat," McCoy grumbled, his voice tinged with exasperation. "That's how you've been avoiding me these past few days." Mccoy felt this was really close to some augmented territory or a Charlie Evens-type case. But Danny didn’t give him the same unstable vibes as the Evans kid.  In fact, Danny hadn’t hurt anyone with his powers, or none that Mccoy was aware of. Mccoy felt willing to give him the benefit of the doubt.

Danny ducked his head, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. He knew he'd been caught red-handed, and there was no point in denying it now.

McCoy's expression softened slightly, and he tilted his head to the side. "Can you do that right now?" he asked, curiosity coloring his tone.

Danny closed his eyes in concentration, and his body shimmered for an instant before vanishing entirely, leaving only an empty space where he had once sat.

Mccoy blinked in surprise. He couldn’t see any sign that the ensign had been there.

Mccoy stood up and walked around his desk until he stood before the ensign's chair. He waved his tricorder over the empty air, attempting to take readings from an invisible Ensign.

His tricorder still picked up the strange readings and his life sign. Mccoy shook his head with amusement. Mccoy then reached out with a hand. He stared in fascination as his hand found the solid shoulder of the teen. It was weird not being able to see him but feel him instead. “Alright, that’s enough, Ensign.” Mccoy watched in fascination as the ensign shimmered back to visibility.

Danny looked up at Mccoy, watching for signs of rejection or approval. Danny blushed when his stomach made itself known with a loud grumble.

"Alright, here's what we're going to do," McCoy said decisively. "You'll remain here in medical until we get this sorted out. I appreciate your honesty, although I feel like you’re leaving things out, kid. I see the effort. But I expect you to tell me these things when I get back. In the meantime, let’s get you fed.”

Mccoy led Danny out of his office and set him up in a more private room in the med bay.

Danny sat on the biobed and fidgeted.  

“Nurse Chapel is going to bring you something to eat, ok?” Mccoy told Danny.

Danny just nodded; he still felt nervous and scared.

“Hey, just so you know, when I return, the captain will be present too,” Mccoy told Danny gently.

Danny jerked his gaze to meet Doctor Mccoy's blue eyes. “But…” Danny tried to argue but was cut off by Mccoy.

“But nothing, captains gotta know, kid. But don’t worry, Kirk is fair, just be honest, ok?” Mccoy encouraged with a sharp gaze.

Danny just nodded.

Mccoy placed a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Hey…. we’re not going to hurt you or drop you off at the nearest planet. We want to help you, and we can’t do that if you keep all this a secret. I know you left some things out…. I hope you will share the full story when I get back.”

Danny nodded with a shaky breath. “I’ll try….”

Chapter 8