#anyway danny got the split into 12 parts treatment

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Jazz thought she knew her parents. I mean they were idiots and stubbornly held their awful beliefs but she always thought that when Danny finally tells them . Reveals his identity they would turn around.

Jazz loved her parents. Even with their ghost obsession. She still believes their love would conquer that. That they would feel regret for their many threats and attacks against Danny

Jazz also loved Danny. She loved how much of an idiot her little brother could be . How he would always try to look out for his friends and sister. Even if he could be a little gremlin.

That illusion shattered when one day when she came home Danny was not to be found anywhere in the house. Weird, there was no news about any fights... He must be out with his friends

Three hours . It took her three hours to realize something was wrong.

A non breathing Danny.

A broken portal.

She just kept hitting Maddie and Jack. They weren't moving anymore.

She needed to get away.

She needed to get out.

She gathered her brother up.

12 pieces.

Too much blood.

Then she woke up in Gotham. It's fine.

She got herself an apartment. A job . She sewed her brother back together. He'll be fine. He recovered from much worse. Before she knows anything he'll be back.

She - his heart still beat so softly that it might as well have been her imagination. BUT still that must be because he's a halfa. It must be it. Otherwise. . . no use thinking that.

There is a smell of rot and burning flesh coming from his room. Must be a halfa thing. If only she had access to the far frozen. She has been trying to build a portal but it's been hard. The blueprints themselves are almost unintelligible, and she can't understand the mad writing of jack and Madeline.

It was another normal day. Ah well the new normal. Jazz had been trying to clean around the areas around the sutures.

"Jazz." She perked up. It had been months. May-

"You can't keep doing this.". Danny was still stiff as a corpse. And that pulse is still as soft as ever. But she knows her little gremlin was still alive as he can be.

"Please, remember? You always told me to take care of yourself. Take your own advice" and Danny was right. Well even if it was just a hallucination. He was right. Jazz should maybe take a break. After all for the last few months she had been only focusing on Danny and the portal.

So came a different routine. That led to meeting Jason.

And they became closer. And he became frequenting her apartment. She made sure to lock Danny's room. The guest room.

After a few months. Jazz finally introduced Jason to her little brother.

Jason found no pulse. He found a corpse on the bed.

#dp x dc #danny fenton #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #idk what came over me #this can either be delusional jazz with her taking care of her brother's corpse for a year or so #or it can be that halfas look like corpses when healing #anyway danny got the split into 12 parts treatment #so hes probably ded #like ded ded #jazz had to sew her brother's pieces together #Jason like goes to his new girlfriends home and was like wtf is that rotting smell #and then later #jazz intorduces him ti her little brother who is bedridden and really sick. #only to find a corpse on the bed #and its so obvious that the corspe was still being treated like a sick patient #and jazz keeps on saying hes alive #that her brother is a meta that had super healing. he came back everytume #and she just has to give him enough time and hell be okay #jazz x jason #jazz/jason #anger management ship

[cowandcalf]

Writer’s Month 2020 - To Find A Way

Prompt No.21 - Family Part II

Chapter 1 - 11

Chapter 12

Danny repeats his question with the same tender voice. Grace still seems awfully spooked. "Monkey, where's Steve? Did he run off?" Danny pats carefully over Grace's arms and legs. He squeezes with intent, gently but purposefully to make sure she's not hurt with broken bones or nasty bruises. "Sweetheart?" Grace clings to him as if she has seen a sea monster snapping with its foul fangs at her. Jesus, what the hell happened out there?

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He can't rush this. He can't make her speak faster and under no circumstances he wants to pressure her. He can't run outside either to go looking for Steve. His soul is split in half but his daughter comes first. Steve's a SEAL and he's confident Steve knows how to deal with such immense stress. God, he hopes Steve's not doing something stupid like to hurt himself. Oh shit, what if he jumped in the surf to outswim the noise and the panic? Ah, fuck! Danny breathes in a pattern to fake calmness. His baby girl is still trembling.

"Did Steve hurt you?" Danny's heart stops but he has to… he has to ask this. He still can't grasp how deep Steve's PTSD goes; how severe it is. They haven't talked about that sensitive topic. And three damn choppers could have freaked him completely. As a responsible father, he must make sure Steve didn't hurt Grace even if he acted with good intentions. "Look, Grace, Steve's very afraid of helicopters. He might have broken out in panic. I just need to know if he hurt you. Did he grab you? Shoved you away?"

Grace shakes her head and rubs her snotty nose over Danny's collarbone. She's still so hot. "Let's get you out of the life vest and all the rest. Why are you wearing it anyway?" Danny rocks her silently with his arms wrapped around her. He fumbles with the cords and the Velcro. The relief over Grace's answer makes Danny light-headed.

"Steve put it on. He said I need it." Her voice is hoarse from shouting and crying.

"Need it for what? Have you been in the water?" Danny finally manages to open the front. He pulls the vest over Grace's shoulders along with the floatation aids. Steve made sure she wouldn't drown. Danny shuts his eyes and sustains the wave of stress rippling through his chest. Steve must be in such bad shape.

"No, we were at the beach. Steve showed me how to dig a ditch," Grace breaks again into tears.

"Hey, hey, Monkey. Everything's going to be fine. I promise."

She sniffs, pressed against his body.  She's a hot, limp bundle of a scared child. Danny's heart aches for her. "He said I should run. I didn't want to leave, Danno but Steve shouted so loud and he cried. He shouted at me that I need to run into the house."

Danny's close to tears too. "It's okay, baby, it's okay." He bites his lips, "did he sound mean?"

"No," Grace hiccups. Her little body shakes with the disturbing deep sobs her body forces from her. Danny uses his shirt to wipe her nose but the tears don't want to stop flowing. "Steve said I need to run and go hide. He always shouted that I need to run to you. He said I can't look back. He said I need to run."

"That's good, baby. That's good. He wanted you to be safe. You know, Steve is so afraid of the sound of choppers. Choppers are like big monsters to him. The way they move and how they look like and they make so much noise. He doesn't like them. They scare him. And he was afraid you might get hurt." Danny pushes himself up from the couch and walks slowly towards the back door. "And he made sure you won't get hurt and that's fantastic."

Grace finally lifts her head. A good sign.

"What did scare you the most, sweetheart?" Danny steps out on the Lanai and walks steadily and with an unhurried pace down to the beach.

"Everything was so loud. Steve talked so fast with a funny voice. I wanted to be with him but he pushed me away. He said it's dangerous and I got scared and there was so much noise."

"I know, three helicopters can be very intimidating when they fly by that close. But you did so well, Grace. I'm so sorry you had to go through this alone. Did Steve spook you when he shouted at you?"

She shakes her head and stops, "a bit," she whispered." She rubs at her eyes.

"I know, Grace, I know. I'm going to make it okay, I promise. Next time, I'll stay with you."

Grace's life spirits awake again. Danny is immensely grateful for his little girl's solid spirit. She has such a strong backbone. This fallout needs way more treatment like psychological band-aids consisting of ice cream and Disney movies and lots of happy stories to get her innocent child-balance back. And Steve needs to talk to her. He needs to make her understand why he reacted in this frightening way. And he has to read a wonderful book to her to mend that crack that happened because of this incident.

Grace wraps her arms around his neck. "Are we going back to Steve?"

"Yes, Monkey. We have to check up on him. He's scared too but he's a grown-up and grown-ups don't show how terribly they're terrified. We make sure he's alright, okay?" This short, sharp terror has left Danny nauseous and with muscles hard from tensing up. Danny's gait is unsteady on the sand. His legs are wobbly. He hates not to know in what condition he might find Steve. He has no idea if he's even there. He can't overthink this. He just needs to walk.

"Look, Danno! There's Steve!" Grace speaks up and points over to a bush a few feet away from the half-finished sandcastle. Nothing points out what just went down a few moments ago. The battleground isn't visible this time, the destruction is only in his baby girl's and Steve's minds and that's a mean thing.

"Ah, thank God. There he is. You have eyes like a hawk. You're great, Grace." Danny just walks. He can't think and he feels like breaking down when he looks over to where Steve holds it together. Danny carries Grace lightly in his arms. Nothing shows how frightened he is to find a version of his Steve he hasn't known so far.

Steve kneels in the sand. Eyes closed. His fingers dig into his thighs. His muscles pop and flex everywhere. And he shakes uncontrollably. His skin glistens in the sun. Sweat runs down his face and drops from his chin to soak his swim shorts. His face is a hard mask. Danny stops and unfolds his inner detective. He needs some inner distance to get through this. He also keeps distance in case Steve jumps up with the confused focus to attack him not knowing that his mind is trapped in a former nightmare.

Danny puts Grace down and tells her to wait. "Grace, please, wait and stay put. I need to check if Steve can hear us. He might jump up or he might even yell. I don't know. He's so scared he doesn't even try to look up."

"I want to be with you, Danno." Grace grabs his hand and presses her face into his hips. He hugs her with one arm.

"Okay, stay behind me. We walk slowly towards Steve." Danny clears his throat. The alarm bells that are ringing in his ears tell him he should leave Grace and meet Steve alone. But his heart tells him, Steve's going to recognize him. Maybe Steve is even hoping for someone to come for him, rescue him.

"Steve," Danny calls over to where the man he loves so much sits motionless. His breathing is shallow and fast. "Steve! It's me, Danny, and I'm with Grace. She's with me. We are safe. Grace is safe. You protected her." Danny stops three feet from Steve and waits. He desperately wants to touch him, wants to yank him up and into his arms. He needs to see Steve's eyes, needs to make sure he hasn't flipped a switch and just has left him. "Steve, please, if you can hear me, give me a sign," Danny shouts a bit louder. "We are in Hawaii, at your beach, at your home. There's no war. The choppers are gone." Danny inches forward but halts again. If he kisses the sand face first, he wouldn't be surprised. His heart slams hard against his chest.

"Why doesn't he say anything?" Grace whimpers.

Ah fuck, if Grace is ever gonna tell anything of this terrible afternoon at home, Rachel won't allow him to take her to Steve ever again. Danny curses all the events that have left a brave, strong, wonderful man to end up as a psychological wreck.

"Steve, please, let me know if you can hear us. I know, it sucks. Everything sucks but Grace is safe, you are safe. Everything is okay. No combat, no battlefield, no gunshots, no attacks. Just wonderful, chillin' Hawaii." He talks with a soft, unsteady voice.

Steve turns his head and opens his eyes. Danny can't really tell if he sees them. He looks lost. Danny can't stand the desperate, haunted look in his eyes. And he hates to witness how Steve's eyes widen in surprise. Danny inhales deeply. "Do you recognize us, Steve?"

"Yes, I do. You're Danny and that's Grace." Steve answers with what must be his soldier's voice. He doesn't get up. He just stares for a long time. He makes sure Grace sees him. "I apologize, little princess. I didn't mean to scare you that much. I didn't mean to shout at you. I lost it. I thought you were in danger. I'm – I'm so very sorry." He murmurs apologetically.

"Can I go to him?" Grace whispers at Danny's side.

Danny swallows past the knot in his throat. "Yes, baby, but walk slowly and make sure, Steve sees you clearly." He stands right behind his daughter and walks with her. Danny's entire soul aches because he can't feel Steve. Steve's gone, withdrawn to a place Danny can't follow.

"Steve," Grace whispers and scoots closer, "you don't have to be scared anymore. The plane is gone and the noise too."

Danny wants to burst into tears. How does his little girl know what to say? He watches how a little wonder unfurls right in front of his eyes. His little girl puts her small hand onto Steve's shoulder. She talks to him about how they can start to rebuild the sandcastle and how she likes the buckets. She still wants to go swimming with him and that she's really hungry.

Danny waits. He doesn't dare to move. The scenery is as peaceful as it has been half an hour ago. It's grotesque to even imagine what inner violence due to the horrible war experience the stupid choppers have stirred to life. Steve looks terribly exhausted. His skin seems greyish around his nose and he can't stop shaking. Danny sees how his eyes wander over Grace's face. And he still watches when Steve finally breaks. Silent, desperate tears roll down Steve's face and Danny hears Grace saying that she doesn't want him to be sad.

Grace climbs in Steve's lap and stands on his thighs to hug him around his neck. Danny observes the scene in awe how his little girl circles her arms with so much braveness around Steve. She pierces through Steve's steely walls with the forceful belief of a child that everything will go away once the tears are dry. Danny knows Steve still holds it together but his shoulder shake and he barely dares to hug Grace's small back with his large hand.

Danny steps closer to be finally able to touch Steve. He fans with his fingers carefully through Steve's hair. "You didn't think we'd come for you, Steve." He states. "You thought we'd take off, angry and disappointed and hurt. You thought we would just leave you." Danny bites the inside of his cheek hard. "I love you, Steve. And I mean it. I'll always come for you." Danny adds with a broken voice. "Always."

Steve's jaw muscles pop drastically. He hugs Grace as if she's a rare and delicate butterfly.

"Come on Grace, let Steve get up. We still have lasagna to eat and after this shock, we all need ice cream and a funny movie to watch." Danny waits but Grace makes the monkey, the movement that got her the nickname. She wraps her legs around Steve's waist and hugs his neck as tight as possible and clings to him like a monkey-baby to his mother.

"Come one, Steve. Get up and let's go back inside. Let's try to eat something. Let's try to put this last half hour behind us. We need some happy memories after this." Danny knows Steve's guilt about what has happened eats him up from the inside out. "I love you," Danny whispers again.

Steve can't look at him but he has to wrap his arm around Grace to carry her. Danny walks by Steve's side and waits. When they pass the old wooden chairs, Steve reaches with his arm for Danny and pulls him to his side. Silently they walk back to the house.

TBC

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