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Laundry Day

Ectober Day 3- Mistake

Chapter 2

Ao3

Fanfiction

Summary:

Danny ends up having to wash his suit -due to Desiree and her antics- and finds himself with a lot of free time while he waits. Now, as long as he can stay awake, everything should be fine. But can he muddle through?

Danny sighed, plopping down on his bed and looking up at the glow-in-the-dark stars that were stuck to his ceiling. He'd had a pretty rough day. He had three exams in a row at school, and he was pretty convinced he'd flunked his English one. Writing just wasn't his thing. A cold snap was also going through, causing some snow during the day that admittedly melted as soon as it hit the ground, but it was still there. Then after class, Desiree had decided to have some "fun." With Christmas nearing, wishes were more prevalent than usual. Danny couldn't even count how many times he'd had to stop ghostly heatwaves from starting up because people wished for it to be warmer. Not that Danny didn't like the change, but it became a bit much when it melted his boots to the ground for the fourth time that week.

The most disgusting wish, however, was granted when one little boy wished for a Danny Phantom snowglobe for Christmas. Yeah, guess how that one ended up. Like really, kid, what were you thinking? Danny could practically hear the malicious intent when Desiree turned to face him after the wish was spoken. For whatever reason, she also decided to fill the snowglobe with some kind of goo, a kind that -even after Danny had undone the wish- was still stuck to his clothes. It absolutely refused to come out, to the extent that Danny wouldn't even be surprised if it turned out to be sentient. Even when Danny went intangible or tried to scrub it off in the sink. it stuck like glue. Er- glowing glue that smelled vaguely like a skunk had a kid with the taste of a lemon. And also had an affair with a jug of spoiled milk. Overall not a very pleasant experience. Danny almost felt sorry for the lab washing machine he put the suit in.

And so there Danny laid in ghost form, sprawled out on his bed as his suit went through the wash. He'd specifically put it in the washing machine his parents used for their suits. It was made to get ectoplasm out so he desperately hoped it would do the job on the goo. For now, though, Danny was dressed in a dark red, long-sleeved t-shirt, paired with a blue flannel and jeans. He'd also pulled on a pair of slippers Jazz had gotten him last year as a gag gift, as the heat had been off all day while no one was home and the house was still warming up. His winter boots were currently on his human form so he didn't really have any other options if he didn't want to lose a toe to hypothermia. At the very least, the upstairs was warmer than the downstairs.

Speaking of no one being home, Jazz was off at college for the time being. She was supposed to be home around the holidays during her break, but she said she had some things to do before coming home. And so, there was no Jazz around. Danny's parents, on the other hand, were out on a date night. Ever since Dad had forgotten their anniversary for the 19th year in a row, they had started taking more time for themselves. Danny was happy that they had started to get closer, even if he still cringed whenever they kissed. What could he say? He might be 16 but he's still allowed to be immature, at times.

Danny broke out of his thoughts and looked over at the clock. 10 pm. Already he could feel sleep pricking at his eyelids. He'd been up since 5 am, trying to cram a bit more before heading to school. One part of Danny was itching to get up and grab his entire hoard of blankets from the hallway closet to cuddle up in, and the other was sure he'd end up falling asleep if he did so. After a few minutes of mental debate, Danny decided on a compromise between the two.

Danny grabbed his favorite blanket -it was weighted and navy blue- and put it over his shoulders before heading downstairs. His growling stomach was what had really convinced him. As he descended the stairs Danny was very glad he'd grabbed the blanket, the air got even more frigid as he descended. Sure, the cold couldn't really harm him in ghost form, but that doesn't mean it was entirely pleasant. He still got flashbacks to when his ice powers were manifesting and he'd almost frozen himself from the inside out. The halfa also realized something odd, as he descended those stairs in the way he had thousands of times. He'd never really just existed in his ghost form, had he? The only times he was ever in it he was always ectoblasting this and freezing that. He'd never just hung out. The train of thought also made Danny think of something else, and he grinned before lifting his feet off the ground.

Now, Danny had flown hundreds of times. Maybe even thousands! But just the wonder of having no stress, of just floating. With a whoop Danny dove over the banister, keeping close to the ceiling where it was warmer as he went about the kitchen making some mac and cheese. First, he grabbed a pan from one of the bottom cupboards and started filling with water, using a bit of energy to suspend the pan in the air and watching with childlike glee as the water sloshed around when he turned it side to side. It almost overflowed, Danny was so mesmerized, but he noticed right before it did and shut the water off. Still levitating it, he put the pan on the burner and turned it on. From there Danny had a bright idea and left the water to boil. He floated gently upwards and effortlessly sat on the top of the fridge. He had to wipe off some dust with the sleeve of his shirt but it wasn't too bad.

Danny pulled the blanket tighter around him and held his hands out in front of him, pulling on his core. The way he did it was very similar to when he transformed, but... different. Following the tug came a rush of cold that began to emanate from inside him, cooling the air nearby further. It made Danny shiver and his breath fogged for a moment but it was not entirely unpleasant, like the cold that permeated Fenton works. No, it was more... calm. It was like going swimming in a lake on a summer day instead of falling into it in the middle of winter. It made the normal cold a bit more bearable, too.

Danny's icy abilities came to the forefront and from there they were as easy to use as his ectoblasts usually were, and he generated the energy in the same way as it gathered into a very small, crystalline shape between his palms. Danny beamed at his own work as he saw it take shape. With a tad bit more focus the three more crystals formed, and soon a dainty snowflake had been formed in Danny's pale palms. It'd been forever since Danny'd had a free moment as Phantom to make icy stuff. The last time he'd had a chance was when he was going through that crash course with Frostbite. Soon Danny was spaced out, making more and more snowflakes, each with a new shape. It was in the midst of this that Danny had a bright idea. He didn't have much in the way of money -ghost hunting doesn't pay, after all- but what would be a better gift than a personalized snowflake? He could even make them into ornaments! They wouldn't melt, after all. How had he not thought of that before? Though he might want to get his parents something else. Didn't want them looking a bit too closely. Hm. He'd think about that more later.

Just as Danny made the decision the sound of water boiling brought him back to the present. Still carrying his blanket on his shoulders, Danny added in the macaroni noodles. He turned the heat down slightly too and debated with himself on where to set up next. He was a bit tired of sitting on the fridge now and wanted to sit somewhere else weird, just for the hell of it. His first thoughts were above the cabinets, but there wasn't enough space. Suddenly Danny remembered a Spiderman comic he'd read forever ago and found himself floating up towards the ceiling.

With a small bit of trepidation, Danny flipped upside down. Almost immediately he laughed, looking around at the kitchen to see how different it all looked. Somehow the blood wasn't all rushing to Danny's head -probably a ghost thing- and he found himself "sitting" on the ceiling in one corner of the room. He had to fuss with his blanket and put it relatively underneath him because it was still obeying the laws of gravity, as were his hair and clothes which made him ditch his flannel and tuck his shirt into his pants before getting down to business, starting with an ornament for Tucker.

Danny had gotten through ornaments for Tucker and was halfway through Sam's before he finally noticed the bubbling water. With a grimace he managed to right himself, making his head spin, and his blanket dropped to the floor as he rushed to stir the macaroni.

"Oh heck," He said under his breath. Half the noodles were burnt to the bottom of the pan and some of the water had boiled over and was sitting on the stovetop. Danny quickly moved the pan to another burner, shutting off the one he'd been using, and found a towel to use to wipe away the water. Danny half-smiled as he retrieved it. He usually had to get a stool to get the towels from the cabinet they were kept in. But ghost powers eliminated that need. God, his live was weird. But at least it had its perks at times. Soon the water was wiped up -towel hung over the oven door handle- and freshly-drained noodles were sitting on the stove. Still not letting his feet touch the ground, Danny added in the cheese, butter, and milk. Soon he was sat on- er, floating right above- the couch, blanket draped over his lap.

The macaroni was a bit too soft and kinda mushy, but it still tasted the same. For 15 minutes or so Danny ate. He floated down to the lab to check on his suit but the goo was only partially gone so he had to put it in again. And so Danny returned to the couch, watching whatever reruns he could find on the TV. He couldn't see it very well, though, because the only light he had on was a lamp and his glow was causing a glare so he couldn't see much of what was happening. It was aggravating but he couldn't do much about it. After only a short while Danny got really bored, but he couldn't really get his phone out. It was on his human form, same as his boots. And if he accidentally changed back he didn't know when his next chance would be to wash his suit, because it would disappear alongside his ghost form. Danny's laptop was a pretty good alternative, but it was upstairs and he just honestly didn't want to get up.

The house was beginning to warm up, and with his blanket, Danny was comfy and toasty under the covers. He messed around with making a few more ornaments in a bit to stay awake, but eventually they were all just spread out over the couch and coffee table. He put Jazz's on the tree -floating it over there- but otherwise they were scattered around him. The warmth started to get to Danny, making him drowsy. He tried his very best to stay awake, even changing the channel in an attempt to keep his attention focused, but nothing worked.

A half-hour later the washer beeped with no one to hear it, and the front door opened.

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