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currentlydrowninginthephandom · 1 year ago

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(This got longer than I thought. Tw for medical stuff. No real details but ye👍)

“GREEN”

Dani and Danny stared at the group chat. They had heard Danny’s phone go off earlier while fighting Vlad for the nth time, but neither could slip away to check. The fight didn’t last much longer after that. It was difficult. They both needed stitches, but they handled it. Neither expected to see the code Sam made for “shit hit the fan in the worst ways” to be the message to greet them. They shared a glance at each other, confusion and concern growing ever more present.

“What??” Danny responded. Green meant he or Dani had been caught and strapped down by one of two incompetent threats. Vlad wasn’t on his cloning bullshit. Hell, they were standing in his lab. The newest addition to the room was a patina of dust on everything (omitting scorch marks from the firefight that is).

The phone rang.

To say Jazz was in shock would be an understatement. Her brother was nowhere to be found. Instead, her ghost hunter parents had their friend opened up on their lab table, and were covered in two very different colors she’d expect to see on Danny after an especially taxing fight.

“Also, can you get the BOOmerang? …Phantom might know something about healing.” Jazz slow blinked, gun dropping to her side, thumb flipping the safety now on. What?

What?? The group chat. Right, she sent the emergency gtfo-rescue-operation-underway code. And Danny responded. At least he’s ok and the others knew it too if they checked their phones. She couldn’t find the dexterity to type something coherent without taking far too long. She called the group while grabbing a vial of sedative and the vitals monitor for Paul.

Sam answered on the first ring. Tucker was heard beside her. Danny joined a moment later, Dani silent beside him.

“Jazz, what happened to ‘use this for an emergency only’? We all thought-” Sam started.

“I know!” Jazz cut in a little louder than she intended. “I thought so too. But we’re not clear yet, Violet.”

Code names. “Hold up, what’s happening? Who’s on your end?”

“Idk how to explain, Alt-”

“Jazzypants? Who..who’s on the phone?” Jack came back over with three books opened to premarked pages. Wether that happened before now or if that’s fresh marker, she didn’t want to know.

“Is that Jack and-?” Danny started. His voice concealed behind the fair amount of static Tucker could never seem to remove from the ghost’s line when he’s irritated.

“Jazz, put that on speaker. It’s easier hands free,” Maddie interjected, the others no doubt hearing. “Come help with prep.” She continued to mutter half words. Jazz conceded and the phone was set down, screen set to lock.

“Say hi to the Fentons, Phantom. You’re on speaker.” The line was dead silent.

“You have.. that’s Phantom’s number?” Maddie turned away from placing a scalpel to stare dumbfounded at her daughter.

Jack coughed in surprise. “He has a phone?”

“And a team,” Danny added, knocking the doctor pair out of their panicked rambles for good. “I’m not exactly telepathic. I have to communicate with them somehow.” Jack jumped a bit at the voice, Maddie at the implication of a team and her daughter being closely involved. It did connect some dots on equipment though. “Hello, Drs. Fenton. What’s happened that I’m being called in to your lab by a teammate?” Ouch, sorry mom and dad.

“Phantom, we need your help,” Jack was struggling to keep a steady face at having to explain the situation verbally. “We’re outside our depth and need medical advice for an emergency surgery.”

The line went silent again. “What?” The static got heavier. “Who do you have?” Ohhh that wasn’t a nice tone. Jazz grew concerned at the possible next reactions from either party. The two Fenton parents clamored to give apologies while trying to explain the injuries, either a mutter or a shout. All three kept at it for about a minute. Odd, they were normally good during crisis. Right, this is the first time it’s a friend of theirs. Double ouch.

“Hey!” Tucker cut across the line again. “Cool it Phantom. Jazz wouldn’t have called if it wasn’t desperate.” No use in bringing Jazz’s alias into this. Sticking to the known side was the best bet.

“Team stay away. Fentons,” the line growled, “I’ll be there shortly. That security system needs to be down.” The screen lit up. Phantom has left the call.

“We’ll stop by base and drop supplies at location C,” Sam was painfully level. “Jazz, you’ll pick them up. I have no doubt that word is being sent to Frostbite.”

“I’ll notify you when we’re there. Keep the portal clear in case Frostbite brings transport.” Violet has left the call.

Silence took over the room, broken only by the slow beeps of Paul’s heart on the monitor. The Fentons got to work again.

Maddie needed to focus. This was the main bleed..and it was their fault. Paul had no time to be secured properly before evacuating him. He was dropped. It was her fault that she didn’t protect Jack as she should have. He had gotten hit by an electric net and stumbled backwards, landing on something just sharp enough to do damage. She could do this. Liminality made people more resilient, but not indestructible. She has to do this.

The supply drop arrived first. Location C was the obscured ground entrance to the ops center it seemed. Jack was sent to do pickup since he needed the walk- something other than his friend to focus on for a moment- and because Jazz was helping her try to stop the very active bleed. Not long after did Phantom arrive, sinking down from the ceiling, back towards them, satchel covering tears in his suit. Was he injured? They both took notice.

“Where were you?” Jazz asked. Why did it seem like she knew the answer already?

“Wisconsin.” Phantom didn’t turn, but he sounded pissed. For a protection obsessed ghost, he was doing a good job of not going mad from the situation it appeared. “Plasmius was trying to break down another millionaire to add to his collection of assets.” Phantom unclipped the stolen thermos from his belt and set it on the back counter with a solid thunk. He landed audibly, hand still on the thermos. It was barely there, but the quick tap tap of shoes landing on linoleum didn’t lie.

Was that a trick? Phantom never landed with noise unless he crashed. Was he that hurt from the fight or was it for intimidation? Maddie had yet to look at him for more than a moment, but knew the threat Plasmius posed. Paul’s bleed was still active, so she was going off sound. The back door upstairs opened. Jack was returning with the supplies. A zipper opened, water started running, turned off, shuffling and the sound of nitrile gloves. A well practiced sequence. She doesn’t know if she should be happy or worried that the ghost knew how to prep, let alone for a human surgery.

The lab door opened and Jack stumbled in with a duffel and a medium locked chest that emitted a cool blue glow.

“Phantom!” Jack boomed in glee and went to hug the ghost, forgetting the other’s hostility with the hope the medical aide brought. Danny growled a warning at the man to no avail as he was swept up into a bone crushing hug, the duffel swung to the side. He next bore his fangs half in a threat, half out of pain. Maddie could hear the wince as he went intangible to land again. He was hurt too.

Easiest to see? Not much. The surgical apron he wore hid most of his body. Although she saw more once he moved to exchange his now no longer clean garbs. The hazmat suit underneath was torn, vivid green stained the rips and leaked from one unseen bandage. The ghost’s hair was tangled and scorched in one place. A set of dark bruises were fading more and more into view on his jaw from either a punch, vice like grip, or both. His breathing was slightly labored. Wait, breathing? He shouldn’t be breathing. The ghost looked down at his bleeding side, placed a hand there with a tired swear, froze the wound, and told Jack off again for the hug. New garb acquired, he grabbed a small box from the unpacked duffel-how had that happened?- and made his way over.

“Move,” Phantom gently ushered Jazz away and locked eyes briefly with Maddie from the other side of Paul. “Welcome to the world of unorthodox medicine for unorthodox entities, Dr. Fenton. It’s different seeing it be someone you care about, isn’t it?” Danny focused on the display that was Paul’s insides. She stepped back at the remark, stumbling for words.

The temperature in the room dropped and the table frosted at the edges. Phantom ignored her and opened the small box he brought over. It was a silvery powder with flecks of blue and green. It was mixed with the barest amount of water, effectively becoming a strong coagulant of some sort. At least it stopped the bleed she had been fighting and absorbed any in the area. Jazz appeared with a pack of what was not quite ectoplasm and secured it to a drip. She explained it was altered ectoplasm that can act as a universal transfusion for any liminal being. The pair worked in such surprising coordination and efficiency that Maddie often found herself in the way. The most she was able to do after the ghost had responded was hold tissue out of the way so Phantom could better reach a hidden bleed or grab another transfusion bag out of the icy chest. She eventually sat back and let the pair take over entirely, helping Jack pass supplies over for a bit now that he’d returned from giving Paul’s family the news. After that, he left to go think. He needed to decompress, but Maddie couldn’t bear to leave her friend on the table or her child and a ghost alone.

“Open the portal Maddie,” Phantom half ordered in a civil tone hours later. Probably the only one he could manage with his depleted energy. She could see how tired he was even before he started in on a multi hour surgery. Now there were moments where white light would appear around him or his hair would flicker with shadows. “Frostbite and Phasma are here with transport.” The door opened into the familiar green swirls.

“Great One, how are you doing?” A creature adorned in gold that Maddie had never seen before stepped through to the mortal plane and approached the operating table. The next ghost to enter looked strikingly similar to Phantom, injuries included, but a better patch job. She floated over to Jazz who stood closer to the back counter, visibly disturbed by the lab. Several more of the same kind of creature followed through with a pod of some sort, parking it near the portal. She’d have to ask about being called “Great one” later, if Phantom would even allow it. He was becoming more unstable on his feet with every passing second, so she doubted it would be soon if at all.

“Tired,” he finished up the last of the stitches and dropped out of the surgical garbs. “You got it from here?” Another flicker of white light danced around his torso.

“Undoubtedly,” the creature that could only be some sort of yeti replied, placing its icy hand on Phantom’s shoulder. “You’ve done well.” It looked him up and down with dismay, then scanned the faces in the room. “Would you like to come with to get some rest as well? Or to be a familiar face for your friend when he awakes?” Frostbite had waved the company on to assess the patient, moving Danny around the moving pod towards the portal.

“Appreciated, but I need to get-”

“Some rest,” Jazz interrupted. “Go with Paul and Frostbite. The team can handle the rest,” she glanced at Dani. “Thank you for getting them, Phasma. Can you take the Plasmius to the others? He needs to remain secure until Phantom comes back.” Phasma lifted a little, grabbed the thermos containing Vlad, and flew off without hesitation. “Go get patched up Phantom. Now.” Phantom rolled his eyes and conceded, moving towards the portal once more. How did Jazz have this much sway over the ghosts? They never listened to anyone and yet she had given the strongest one here and his sibling? direct orders and they obeyed like there couldn’t even be contest. Questions for later. Even more it seemed.

“Thank you for everything, Phantom,” Phantom drifted then paused. The words seeming to sink in. This was the least she could say, right? This ghost had been called to his enemy’s house, the most dangerous place inside said house, while injured, to save a human he didn’t know, and he brought backup, asking nothing in return, all because someone made the call. And now he’s being sent away for who knows how long to help keep an eye on said human. Phantom turned from his friend and looked at her blankly. No snide remark or joke. No anger or grudge. Just a hand on his tall supporter. “If you ever need anything, let us know. We will fully support you.” The bare minimum to try and repay this debt. It bit at her mind. A single life in exchange for anything. A debt stated to a powerful ghost with many allies. But if this was his true nature, to give and protect those in need, then the least she can do is to try and amend the rift between them by promising aid.

More light danced around him, each lasting longer now as the yetis secured the pod. Frostbite started to stoop down a bit, a better grip on the staggering ghost, no doubt for appreciated stability at this point. At last, he spoke, dropping his hand off the supporting yeti altogether in acceptance of his fate. “Let me rest for now. You and Jack will lay low. Jazz will handle arrangements. Bring the man’s family. I’ll join you later and we can discuss.” Frostbite had picked Phantom up mid conversation. By the the end of it, Phantom was reclined in the Yeti’s frozen arm like it was a comfortable chair. The pod had slid through the portal once more, pulled manually, followed by the rest of the ghosts. Paul was on his way to heal in a place no human should be. The lab was empty, noiseless, and stained with not quite human blood stains. Maddie went upstairs to relay the news. They’d have to get a hold of Vlad to tell Danny not to come home for a while. Wisconsin was safe, right?

Jazz drove out of Amity, the GAV taking the slowest drive it has in years no doubt. Jack and Maddie were not allowed to drive this time. Speed laws needed to be obeyed at least once. Sasha, Paul’s wife, followed behind in a run down truck, out of town, down an abandoned road, and up a hill. The safe house was a run down camp resort. The buildings came more into focus the more trees the two vehicles passed. The main lodge had to be months from caving in. The roof had already started to sag.

“This cannot be right, sweetie. Are you sure this is the-” The dirt road opened up at the base of the last turn up to the lodge. “I have so many questions.” Maddie’s jaw dropped as they continued into the tunnel.

“And I will answer very few of them,” Jazz chimed, turning on the headlights as they descended into the mountain. A button under the dash was pressed and a black wall opened before them. Blast doors. One in front of the other both lifting into the roof. Maddie turned the flood lights on to see the walls. Reinforced in every direction, completely solid. And controlled by a button in the GAV? Jack was astounded by the sights outside the vehicle he missed the sights hidden inside it.

They pulled off to the side and parked, Sasha pulling into the neighboring bay. Jazz was out first, giving a signal to a camera somewhere above. Maddie was out next, making her way to Sasha to help with luggage, Jack tumbled out of the back, still lost in the awe of the hidden facility. A gated platform lowered from an exposed wall and a young woman stepped off.

“Maddie and Jack Fenton,” she called out closing the short distance with a scowl. “Can’t say it’s a pleasure, more of an obligation,” she nodded in greeting. “I’m Violet, here to help keep you off the radar until things can be resolved. And to babysit.” An aptly timed comment as Jack kept wandering around like a kid with too much sugar. The woman moved on through the dim light, mostly hidden by her dark aesthetic. “Nice to meet you, Mrs. Ishiyama. I apologize for all the precautions we’ve insisted you take, but can assure you you will be back to a normal life soon,” the empathy was almost tangible. “If you all would follow me to the main floor, we can get you situated in rooms.”

The upper floor was shared common space, modestly furnished: each door with its own lock, a kitchen behind a social area, and a tv in front of two leather couches and matching recliners. The rooms given were all identical, simple yet welcoming. Jack had finished snooping around and drifted back into the Commons, noticing Jazz cooking as he rounded the corner, just like at home whenever some experiment had gone wrong. He also noticed Violet talking to somebody in the hallway before she closed the door returning with a basil plant. Maddie returned from their shared room as the woman set the herb down on a pull out table. The two were in stark contrast to one another. Jazz was so bright and forthcoming, giving off familiarity wherever she went. Visibly pastel until slighted. Violet walks with practice, every step measured to be just too long for the Fentons and perfectly paced for others at the shelter. Her inches long hair was a raven black, the undercut a vibrant purple that seemed to glow. She wore dark jeans dip dyed at waist in a similar hue to her hair. The tank top was black, Phantom’s D stamped in with bleach on the collar. Maddie could barely see her face, but emotions traveled almost too well despite the matched fabric mask. Sharp on the outside to everyone, barbed to those she disliked, and so caring to those who needed it. The switches in personality were flawless and natural. Almost concerning until her job was considered.

The two were talking about something. It seemed casual enough. Maddie sent Jack to go join and see what could be heard. Maybe he can smooth out some misunderstandings with the whole hunting Phantom thing while he was at it.

“-dye doesn’t work on my hair anymore, but this does make it much softer,” Violet sat on the counter as Jazz chopped some veggies for the pasta. “You can try it if you want. I’ve got other colors.”

“My mom would kill me if I dyed my hair.”

“Please, it’d be that security system that does it. Isn’t that why you have Alt shut it down remotely every other week? You’re all contaminated enough to qualify now. Have been for a while,” they both chuckled. That was a bit hard to hear. That took so long to build. He walked away and plopped down next to Maddie again.

“They said dinner will be soon, if we’re hungry.”

“So Jazz, how did you join the team?” Better to be blunt. It had been over a week already with nothing.

“I knocked Skulker’s head off during a fight and they liked my bat,” Bold faced lie.

“Give yourself some more credit, Jazz. Alt and I almost got crushed by him when you showed up. The least we could do was give you some stitches and a clean bed for the night after you do our job for us,” Violet elbowed the man beside her. His face was also obscured. Jack had seen him leave the room once or twice after passing a note to Jazz or Violet, but barely for longer. His mask was more of a visor mounted to an armored brace/band. The glass was tinted a yellow orange when on and always had something projecting inside it. He wore plain clothes outside the headset. Cargo pants and a graphic T with the key bind Ctrl + Alt + Del set onto analog keyboard decals.

“Besides,” Alt added after a bite of food, “you also helped patch up Phantom more than once. Not like we couldn’t, but y’know, good skillset to have.”

“Indeed it was,” the voice appeared from the doorway. Everyone turned in surprise and excitement. Paul was standing with an arm around Phantom who was floating to make up the difference in height. “Still a bit sore though,” he huffed a quick laugh as the two started their long trip of 15 feet to the couches. Sasha jumped up to both kiss and help her husband.

“You look better,” Maddie commented to the hero. Wasn’t he just that? Undeniable now after what she’s learned over the week. Alt and Violet ran interference and rescue while Phantom and Phasma handled the threat. Only property was ever damaged, aside from when Ancients came to pick a fight. “You’re not hurt anymore?”

“I heal fast. He’ll take some more time,” Paul and Sasha took the open couch and Phantom materialized a green beanbag chair under the tv. The sight was so different from when he had first dropped out of garbs and been carried by the yeti verses now. It was the same pose, but so much more alive. He was brighter, all his injuries were gone, his suit mended seamlessly and his hair was shorter, the fried ends being cut off. “Now for you to act on your promise Mrs. Fenton.” It was so casual, yet terrifying. “The lab you blew up? You only got part of it. We’re getting the rest and the others.” Phantom grinned, a fang catching the light of the room. Alt and Violet were prefiguring to stay seated at the announcement. Jazz wasn’t much more reserved either. “You ready?“

“Is it just us?” Maddie couldn’t lie it seemed impossible logistically. How can less than ten people take out a government agency?

“No, we have some friends a few states over who affected to help,” Phantom’s smile grew. “Jazz, you’ll get to see your boyfriend early.”

“PHANTOM!!”

“Boyfriend?” Jack repeated.

———

Surprise, DC yeeted in at the end. If you don’t like the dc crossovers, ignore the last 4 lines and the *fic portion* of this whole post is dc free ig so have my brain rambles 🛏️ 🏃‍♂️

Fighting for Friendship

So Danny ends up in Gotham, how is up to u, but he is put in the same class as Damian.

Now Gotham is weird. Amity Park is weird to. But they r two different kinds of weird. Like Amity park is the “oh ur a bit weird, cool, so is everyone” kinda weird where Gotham is the “wait ur weird?? Fuck ur gonna be a rogue ain’t u?? Get tf away from me. Go have ur villain origin story over there” kinda weird.

So Danny can’t really make any friends bc he’s weird weird. Tho he’s not the only one in his class with this problem. The other guy, Damian Wayne, mainly sticks to himself and seems to be the only sane person in this school. Well, to Danny at least. This made Danny want to befriend him. Even if only to not be alone in his suffering. More than that Danny can feel the traces of ectoplasm on him! Even more reason for him to be friend shaped.

The problem is Damian seems to be in denial about his friend shapeness. Well to bad for him if Danny is one thing it’s stubborn. But dammit Damian seems to be a new level of stubborn. Nothing Danny does works!! It’s almost like this kid is from a different world or at least a different time!! Before he gives up however he has one last attempt. All or nothing!!

So he spends an inter week annoying the fuck outta Damian!! Looks it’s not a smart plan but it is a desperate one. It is also a plan that works a bit better than expected!!

He started his plan on Monday and it took til Friday for Damian to crack. After a full day of maximum annoyance Danny started following Damian home. They made it several blocks before Damian dragged him into a nearby alley and started swinging.

Now this Danny understood!!!

The universal language of ghost, Violence!!!

So the two beat the shit out of each other and r pretty evenly matched. Both of them r on even levels when it comes to speed and battle awareness and while Damian is definitely the better trained Danny is stronger and more durable. Needless to say the fight goes on for awhile.

A few hours later Damian and Danny shuffle into Wayne manor looking like they lost a fight with a wood chipper and when Bruce goes to ask what happen Danny just smiles and goes- We’re friends now

With Damian nodding in agreement

#it’s 3am and yet I’m still awake🎵#jk it’s 4 almost 5 and my brain has been doing the electric slide #don’t you love when your dead barely an adult son performs surgery on your filleted friend only to ship them off with yetis?#no? well neither does he but he got to #jk they’re max 16 #now to repay your debt to definitely not your dead son no siree by helping them wage war against your country #yep. this was a great day for Danny #even better for Sam bc she was allowed to be mean AND didn’t have to wear that stupid wig her parent don’t know about to hide some hair dye #yes Sam cut and dyed her hair with ghost dye. she wears a wig in public to hide it from her mother #been a few years since seeing the bats in Amity. Danny and Jazz mostly went to Gotham instead bc it’s easier #long live the read more #dp #danny phantom #jazz fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dp x dc fic #all the tags

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