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angelic-ish-phantom · 2 years

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Dannymay5

Lies

A ghost’s powers are usually dependent on their skill set, their obsession.

But sometimes, especially in stressful or dangerous long-term situations, abilities can develop based on that ghost’s priorities, what that ghost needs or might be able to rely on.

And did that not describe Danny’s situation perfectly.

oOo

“A ghost ate my homework.” Danny replied jokingly, wincing. In reality his entire backpack had been incinerated by a ghost, but in all fairness, Danny had only gotten half of the homework done. He had been to busy to do much more than that.

He had been to tired to craft a proper excuse on top of that. His lies about why he couldn’t hand in reports, assignments and such had seemingly been very convincing lately, because he hadn’t gotten in trouble for them in two weeks now.

But Danny was willing to take the detention with grace today. Maybe he’d even get some sleep in.

Only, Mr Lancer just sighed, muttering under his breath about ghost attacks, before moving on.

Danny blinked non-comprehending. Had Lancer… believed him?

The man didn’t look especially tired, but Danny hadn’t been the least bit convincing. Perhaps he was just distracted.

But, Danny noticed that no one had seemed to find this strange. No one cared. And then Lancer gave Kyle detention for not having his homework done.

Danny scowled. Was he getting special treatment? Why?

He glanced at Sam and Tucker. Sam, at least, looked mildly perplexed, while Tucker seemed concerned.

Weird…

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“Danny wher- What’s on your face?” His mom asked in alarm.

Danny raised a hand up, immediately seeing the ectoplasm-bright nose bleed he hadn’t noticed. Danny grimaced at the mess before, stiffly turning back to his her.

“Um…” he wracked his brain for an excuse, flinching back as she tried to come closer.

“Is that ectoplasm? On your skin, on your face? Danny, we have to-“

“It’s glow stick juice!” He said suddenly. Like the C-average student he was.

He’d panicked, okay! He needs an actual excuse before his mom could-

“Ohhh! Well alright then, Danny. Be more careful, I was really worried for a moment, there.” She said jovially, before turning to leave him be.

“…what????”

oOo

Unwilling to leave Amity Park unprotected, living in a lion’s den, Phantom lived a life of lies.

And his core adapted to this harsh environment, gave him a silver tongue, spoken defense that much more likely to be heard.

Upon taking notice, he did not stress this tool, unwilling to risk whatever damage that could do. To worm into the mind in this way… whether his targets be human or not. It was something of a taboo.

…But it was also useful. And it wasn’t as though Danny could get rid of it.

Still, Danny would not speak of this ability, would not acknowledge what he could do—had been do.

That hadn’t stopped them from realizing.

oOo

“So…” Sam started, as she attempted to sew closed the gash in Danny’s arm. “How long have you had your new power?”

Danny stiffened, “…What new power?”

“Danny.” She pressed without pause, focused on her task.

Danny winced in pain. “I don’t know what you mean?” He tried, far less convincingly.

She gave a skeptical hum, “It’s fine if you don’t want to talk about it, but I’d have to be blind to not see how everyone suddenly believes everything you say. Whatever’s going on with that, it’s definitely useful.” She pulled the need taught and he grit his teeth, “…But you have noticed that it’s happening, right?”

“…Yes.”

“Then it’s probably fine.”

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“‘Sup Danny.” Tucker waved him down. “Are you doing okay? Skulker threw you pretty hard.”

Danny landed on the rooftop shakily, thermos in hand and scratches on his face and suit, “I’m good. All my injuries are skin deep.” Danny reassured, reaching out to fly Tucker home.

Only Tucker pulled back, scowling, “What’s wrong? Where are you hurt?”

Danny frowned, “I said I’m fine, really. The cuts are already healing.”

“Seriously, Danny.”

He didn’t meet Tucker’s eyes, “It’s just a bit of chest pain. It’s really not-“

“Chest pain? Is it bad? Danny, that sounds bad!”

“It’s just a rib!”

“Danny!!!”

“I- they break sometimes. I just need to sleep it off and I’ll be fine in a day or two. I always am.” He said, honestly, grimacing.

“You’ve broken your ribs before? Why didn’t you ever say anything?” Tucker pushed, sounding alarmed.

“You didn’t need to worry about it. It’s not that serious. You know how fast I heal.” Danny answered, guiltily. Then his brows furrowed. “How did you know I was lying?”

Tucker looked confused, “Because it was obvious??? That wasn’t exactly convincing Danny.”

Only, Danny was sure it had been just that. It had been long enough that he knew his newest power didn’t work on Sam or Tucker, but he told these sorts of white lies all the time. They’d never been able to tell before…

Shrugging off the odd detail, Danny spread his fright and invisibility through his friend, slowing slightly at Tucker’s insistence to move carefully.

oOo

Trust.

Absolute and total. These two had kept his secrets and had thusly earned the right to every his every truth.

A core had build defenses, seen two humans wrapped up in obsession, and worked around them, because why would Danny ever need to lie to them.

Every lie he told would fall deaf upon them. It might have been invasive, a breach of his privacies, an unfair twist to his power.

And somehow… the only issue to come of this had been he could no longer undermine his own troubles. After all, why else would he ever lie to them.

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citrus-sharkpup · 1 year

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Forgot to post this yesterday but I decided I’d do at least one of the dannymay prompts with my friends despite not having started Danny Phantom yet; planning on starting the series today! In the meantime enjoy the 10 minute / 1 hour drawings I did!

#dannymay2023 #dannymay day 5 #danny phantom #ortho shroud #ghostkid #digital arwork #twisted wonderland #artists on tumblr

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scarletsaphire · 1 year

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But Tonight (Then Tomorrow): Dannymay 2023 Day 5- 10 minutes vs 1 Hour

Ever since he can remember, Danny could see the future, even if it was just glimpses and feelings. Ever since he can remember, he's been having a dream about sickly green and burning bones. For almost as long, a ghost in purple with a clock for a chest has been there to comfort him.

(On Ao3 this is a 2 chapter piece, with the first chapter being the 10 minute version and the second being the hour. I will be posting both chapters in this post. The one from clockwork's perspective is the 10 minute one, and Danny's is the hour.)

It would be a decade before Clockwork would introduce himself to Danny by name. It was not an event he would remember fondly, and it would take a lot of time and effort to repair Clockwork’s image in the boy’s eyes. That was ok. Clockwork had both.

Just before their “first” meeting, Clockwork will be banned from interacting with Danny. His “accident” would shake the Infinite Realms and the Material Plane alike. It would be a momentous occasion, one that the Observants would not let him meddle in, barely let him watch. That was ok. Clockwork knew what would happen, and had spent many subjective years figuring out the best course to keep Daniel safe, and would make the timeline as it should be. Clockwork would not forget what he had to do. It would hurt, but it would be worth it in the end.

Before Daniel’s accident, Clockwork would not intervene. He could have. Part of him feels that he should have. He had been hearing the poor boy's death screams since the first instance this timeline caught his attention. It was a horrible way to die, a horrible, agonizing death. It would be a lie to say Clockwork would stop it if he could. Just because it was for the greater good, just because Daniel would be happy at the end, and the world would be better for it, did not mean that Clockwork was happy to sit aside and watch Daniel half-die,

All of that was a decade in the future. Now, Daniel was having a premonition, though he would call it a nightmare, of electricity and green and pain and ghosts. Daniel had gone to his parents before. It had not ended well. Even at the age of 5, Daniel did not need to use his precognitive abilities to know that it would not end well again. If Clockwork did not intervene, Daniel would cry quietly into a stuffed animal Jazz had given him, an old one of hers with a homemade astronaut helmet, nothing more than a wad of paper towels and safety pins. He would fall back asleep, eventually. Nothing catastrophic would happen.

But Clockwork did not have to sit on the sidelines for the good of the timeline. He was not banned from interacting with the poor child. Daniel would not remember this night as anything more than an odd dream.

10 years in the future, Clockwork would not be able to hold Daniel against his chest as the poor boy sobbed. It was not the future. It was the present. And right now, his child was scared and alone, and Clockwork would be there to wipe away the tears and sing him back to sleep.

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Danny could not remember when he saw the future for the first time. He suspected it was before he could remember it. His parents would sometimes tell of a story of Danny as barely more than a toddler, throwing his favorite baby food on the floor in a fit of disgust, something that rarely happened with him. They had given him one of the jarred foods instead of the homemade one. He had narrowly avoided a bad case of food poisoning that the rest of his family suffered from that week. He thought that that was probably the first time that it did anything, but he couldn’t say for sure.

For the most part, Danny’s premonitions were very minor. A feeling of unease about taking a specific candy at the dentist. Deciding that he wanted to play in a different part of the backyard than he normally did. Talking to his mother instead of his father, or vice versa, or just forgoing them altogether and talking to Jazz instead.

He was 7 when he got a premonition that he can say for certain had consequences. Danny had had a dream the night before the 3rd week of first grade. There would be a new kid at school. He’d have a missing front tooth, and he’d talk a little funny, but that’s cause he’s new to the town, and he’ll trip going to introduce himself to the teacher. Danny saw in his dreamlike haze the boy crying in a tree, just barely in the fenced off playground, hiding him from the view of everyone else. He saw the kid growing up quiet and reserved, his first impressions scaring him away from connecting with the rest of the class. He’d move away a few years later, because of ostracization from the rest of the class.

That day, when Danny was getting ready for school, he slipped his new gameboy color into his bag when his parents weren’t looking. There was a new kid at school, missing a tooth and who talked a little funny. The teacher introduced him as Tucker; Tucker, presumably, would’ve done the same, but when he went to go to the front of the class, he tripped on his shoelaces and returned back to his seat instead.

Danny found Tucker directly next to the tree he had been hiding next to in his dreams. When Danny sat down next to Tucker, he tried to wipe his tears away. “What do you want?” he’d ask, as Danny rifled around his bag.

Danny pulled out the console. “I thought you looked lonely. The other kids don’t like to share the swings anyway. Do you like Mario?” The two boys spent the rest of recess trading the console back and forth, laughing and joke fighting over who was better.

Tucker would become Danny’s best friend for the rest of his life. He wouldn’t be the quiet boy Danny had seen in his dreams, and wouldn’t leave Amity Park for a long time. They’d go through a lot together. (Danny couldn’t see what, exactly, they’d go through. It happened sometimes, when he tried really hard to see something important, or about him.)

Sam joined the friend group during 3rd grade. She wasn’t a new classmate or anything like that, but before she had kept to herself. Not always willingly, oftentimes sitting inside during recess because of acting out against the teacher, but it still had the effect of making her an outsider. Danny and Tucker had found a puddle after a heavy rainstorm. In it there had been a frog. A small frog, sure, but that was still exciting. They had been daring each other to touch it or lick it, when Sam walked over.

“That’s not very nice to the frog, y’know,” she had said, her pink dress scratched up a little too thoroughly at the hem. “What would you say if I went around threatening to poke you?”

Danny and Tucker looked at each other. “Well, what do you think we should do with it?”

Sam pushed her way between the two of them, so that she too was kneeling at the pond with the frog. “I think that we should build a shrine to him and make him king of the trees. Then we can bring him acorns and make stew in his pond.”

Danny and Tucker shared a look. Tucker pulled a face. Danny shrugged. After a moment, Tucker shrugged back. “That’s as good as any idea.” he said, standing up and brushing the damp earth off of his pants. “But I call dibs on naming the frog, and I wanna call him Skeletor!” Sam and Danny both agreed that was a good name for the frog, and they all went and gathered up sticks and rocks and leaves to build a little shrine for Skeletor. When they got back, Skeletor was gone. They built him a shrine anyway.

That night, as Danny drifted to sleep under glow-in-the-dark stars, he felt more than saw that he, Sam, and Tucker were going to be close friends. It was a friendship that would last a lifetime. (Something about that thought felt off to Danny. He couldn’t quite place it, but the word lifetime just didn’t fit right in his head. He couldn’t think of a better one, and couldn’t figure out why it didn’t fit.)

Danny would not see big things. Little feelings here and there, a certainty where something wasn’t guaranteed, a sense of deja vu before someone says something. His premonition was almost entirely little things, with the occasional dream thrown into the mix that showed something a bit more serious. That’s why the nightmare of green was so weird to him. Prophetic dreams felt different, to Danny. Regular dreams would be weird, disjointed, hard to remember. They felt different, both during the dream, and after. So Danny was certain, with the kind of certainty that only someone who could see the future could muster, that this nightmare was prophetic. He couldn’t say what it was prophesying for the life of him.

Nothing happened in the dream. That’s what was strangest about it. It would start as almost complete darkness, and would suddenly turn into a blinding, toxic green color. It would hurt, in the way that dreams sometimes do, dulled and fake but that didn’t stop it from being unsettling, the way he could feel a heat crawling through his skin, into his bones, into his brain. He would wake up in a cold sweat every time he had it. It was never any different, ever since he could remember.

The first time he had it he had gone to his parents, grabbing onto his father’s hand with tiny fingers, pulling to get him to wake up. Most parents, when they heard their young child had a nightmare, would offer comfort. “It’s only a dream, baby,” they’d say in a soothing voice. “I’m here, your safe. Do you want to sleep with me tonight?” Others might try to distract the child. “Oh, there there sweetie. How about we go get you some nice warm milk and a cookie, and Mommy’ll tell you a story? Do you like that idea?” Other parents still might ignore the kid. “Just go back to bed,” they’d grumble, turning over and back into sleep.

His parents did none of those. Upon hearing that their child, 5 years old and tearful next to them, had had a nightmare, they had started a ghost hunt. If it wasn’t his parents, that might’ve helped. Drag the kid around to see there’s nothing hiding in the closet, under the bed, behind the curtains, to assure them that there’s nothing here that can hurt him. His parents did not do this. They came into Danny’s bedroom with guns of green goo that stained his rug and singed his walls, his father clutching a camera they swore could see ghosts, pointing and shouting at places for Danny to shoot. They hadn’t stopped until the sun started to come back up. Danny had hidden in Jazz’s bed, tucked up against her. She offered him the words of comfort that his parents never had. (When he was older, he’d realize that she was only 8 when she did that. Barely older than him.)

A few weeks later, when Danny had the dream again, he promised that he would keep it to himself. His skin crawled with the heat, the wrongness, the static, but he wouldn’t tell his parents. He wouldn’t wake Jazz. He cried silently into a teddy bear Jazz had chosen for him, one of her own since many of his were now contaminated by ectoplasm.

The presence behind him was cold. Not unwelcomingly cold, but cold nonetheless. He knew that it was a person; he didn’t need to turn around. He knew that this person was safe. They felt familiar, in the same way the people in his dreams often did. The ticking sound that emanated from them calmed Danny, if only slightly. Danny did not turn around to look at whoever it was, whatever it was, that wrapped their arms around Danny, that pulled him into a comforting hug of cool fabric and smooth glass.

“You’re ok, Daniel,” the person whispered into his hair. “You will be ok.” Their voice was strange, Danny would notice later, when he thought back on the moment. Echoey and alien, but not in a bad way. All of them, besides the feeling of familiarity, was alien. Danny clung onto purple fabric and shook with silent tears, and the person began to rock back and forth, humming an unfamiliar tune.

Danny would wake up the next morning, with cheeks red from dried tears, tucked soundly into bed and clutching Jazz’s teddy bear. He would assume it was just another dream, a pleasant one, for the next few days. Then he’d realize that he had never had a clock like that on his wall before. He wouldn’t take the clock down. The ticking sound was comforting.

This person would visit him many times over the next few years. Most of the time, they would come after the dream, when Danny was shaky and distraught and couldn’t go to anyone else for comfort. They never told Danny their name, but they told Danny many other things. They were like him; or rather, he was like them. Danny could glimpse small parts of a nearby future, while they could see it all. (Danny had asked them about the green, once. They had just smiled at him sadly, stroking his hair. “Unfortunately, some things are best kept secret, even from you, little timekeeper.”) Sometimes, they would come even when Danny didn’t have the dream, but when Danny was stressed about some thing or another, and just needed someone to talk to that wasn’t his parents. When Danny was 7, he started calling them Grandfather. The name fit them.

They appeared the night of Danny’s 13th birthday. They had talked, for a bit; or rather, Danny had talked, and they had listened. It wasn’t until after Danny had talked about all of the things he had gotten to do today, after he had tired himself out from talking, that they spoke. “This will be the last time you’ll see me, for a while.” Danny frowned.

“Why? What’s happening?”

“You will know, soon,” they hugged Danny close, pulling him tight. ��I want you to know that I will still be there, even if you cannot see me, or feel my presence. If you ever doubt that, just look at this.” They handed Danny a necklace, with a pendant that looked almost like a gear. “It is yours. Just like I am, to an extent.” Danny took it and put it around his neck. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of his stomach.

“It’s about the dream, isn’t it?” His voice was a whisper, barely heard over the ticking of the clocks.

“You are always so smart,” they said as way of answer. “I promise you, Daniel. You will be ok. It will not feel it, for a time, but it will be ok.” They left suddenly, simply disappearing where they had stood. He did not reappear.

Danny Fenton was just 14, when he felt what it was like to die, fully awake and aware for the first time. It carried with it a sick sense of deja vu, almost a sense of relief, to know what he had been seeing all those years. All of it was washed away by awful, unbelievable, terrible, awful pain.

The small premonitions Danny had had when he was alive and well became much worse after his half-death. Before, he would get a sense of deja vu when someone would say something, as if he had heard it before in another life. Now, he found himself knowing people’s words before they spoke, knew where to sit to avoid Dash’s gaze, knew what his parents were making before his parents did. (He knew where and when ghosts would attack, knew where their attacks would go before they did it. He was grateful for that.)

The dreams happened more often, but they became less clear, more muddled, having him wade through possibilities like mud. He almost missed the dreams of green and fire. (Electricity, he corrected himself. It was not fire that coursed through his bones. He knew that now.) On nights like that, he would clutch the medallion close in cold, sweaty hands (too cold hands, for someone alive), and cry. They did not appear.

It was much later, after he had made a mistake. He had known it was a mistake, before he made it, but it still hadn’t stopped him. He felt like he didn’t have much of a choice; either he fails, or he cheats. He assumed that the feeling was him getting caught, where he’d fail anyway. Something much, much worse happened.

A far too familiar figure, with a far too familiar voice, looked at him disappointingly. Danny suppressed a cry, suppressed the urge to grip at the medallion around his neck. The feeling of wrong he had ignored with the test was stronger now. He would not ignore it again.

Clockwork, he had introduced himself as, did not act familiarly with Danny. He started to doubt himself that this was the same ghost who he had considered his Grandfather for so many years. “Let’s see if you have what it takes to face that future, little timekeeper.” Danny knew, then, that whatever happened next was a test. He didn’t see it, in the way he saw so many other things. He didn’t have to. He trusted them.

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aplacetokeepdpelatedstuff · 2 years

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DannyMay day 5: Lies

#dannymay2022 #danny phantom #jazz fenton #danny fenton #lies #DannyMay day 5 #my art

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saurixx · 1 year

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#dannymay2023 #dannymay day 5 #10 min vs 1 hour #dp #dannyphantom #fanart #danny fenton

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lonelyassassin96 · 1 year

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Who better to draw for a timed challenge than Clockwork?

For the love of god, I couldn't even finish a sketch in 10 minutes! Compared to one hour, where I can finish a person, but not a background.

Dannymay day 5: 10 minutes vs. 1 Hour

#dannymay #dannymay day 5 #dannymay 2023 #dannymay event #clockwork #danny phantom #drawing challenge #10 minutes vs 1 hour

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bumblebeug · 2 years

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Simply Just Gone

Prompt: Lies

It has been forever and a day since I’ve written so, in order to shake the rust off, here’s a Danny Phantom oneshot for DannyMay2022. Enjoy!

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Danny was fine lying. To himself. To others. After all, no one wanted to hear some of the ugly truths.

That is, he was fine with lying until he wasn't. So, he thumbed a quick message to his friends to come over and called his parent's from the top of the basement stairs to come into the family room where Jazz was already sitting.

"Dan-O! What's this all about?" Jack said as he bounded up the stairs with his usual enthusiasm. Maddie was on his heels wearing a slightly worried expression.

"Is there a ghost?" Jack continued loudly.

"Oh... something like that," Danny replied vaguely without fear as he walked through the threshold, "But, more importantly, I have something I have to tell you two."

Jazz suddenly sat up straighter and put her book to the side. The siblings shared a significant look. One questioning and one of half-lidded contentment.

"Are you sure?"

At Danny's confident nod, Jazz sprang up from her seat to grab her father's gun. But Maddie was quicker - she laid her hand on the charging weapon an pushed it down.

"...Jack, let's hear what he has to say."

Maddie felt an uneasiness she couldn't explain. This was the most relaxed she had seen her son in some time and she didn't want Jack to go and ruin it. But she couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly at her son, taking in his relaxed posture again. She fingered the blaster by her side. If it were a ghost possession, though, she was ready.

Danny glanced at his phone. His friends would be here any second. He cleared his throat.

"You guys probably want to sit -"

The doorbell rang before the door burst open. Both Sam and Tucker, slightly out of breath and panting, burst into the living room.

"It sounded - "

"Are you - "

His two friends started their questions and stopped simultaneously when Danny raised both hands.

"Guys, it's fine. It's just time."

Another truth shared. The contented feeling he had when he made his decision early grew.

"Oh, alright then. You had me worried." Tucker let out a breath and dropped into the nearest seat, swinging his legs out of the way when Sam turned to aim a kick at them. Danny huffed a small laugh at their antics.

Maddie's uneasiness grew. All of the children were acting... strange. Like they all knew something she and Jack didn't. She crossed her arms, refusing to sit down, "Danny, we're all here. What's this about?"

If Danny was bothered by the sharpness in her tone, he didn't show it. Instead, he smiled softly and let out a long and cleansing breath.

"I'm a ghost." He laughed slightly at the expression on their faces, "Well... partly at least."

Two short sentences was all it took to undo the years of lying,

of evading,

of denial.

He felt good. Better than good even. But, of course, two short sentences were all it took for pandemonium to break loose.

After several hours of explanation, several hugs, and one good crying session (mostly Jack was alone in this). The truth had been unleashed and Danny was accepted for all he was.

That's when Danny felt it, a sort of...unsticking sensation. It was a ticklish sort of feeling, like the light tug of a post-it note being peeled off the back of a hand. Danny smiled at the sensation and rubbed his arms to dispell the lingering feeling. There was the soft thump of something hitting the carpet somewhere near his feet. But Danny paid no mind, he just closed his eyes and basked in the feeling of everything finally clicking into place.

But when Danny finally opened his eyes, the expression on his family's faces had all changed to a look of horror and, while his two friends look ashen, they wore the expression they always did when a prank of his didn't land quite right. Sam was first to speak,

"Dude - not cool."

Tucker chimed in immediately, "That is soo totally not the way to show off your duplication powers."

Danny's eyebrows drew down into a frown. He didn't understand- he hadn't activated any of his powers. When both Tucker and Sam looked pointedly down at the ground, he followed their gaze and discovered his body lying there peacefully.

Inert.

'Ah' He thought. His expression cleared, "It's alright."

"Alright?!" Jazz nearly spat, "No- it isn't! It's not funny either! Cancel that duplication right now! Look what you are doing to our parents!"

She swept her arms behind her. Both Maddie and Jack had fresh tears gathering in their eyes. "Sweetie?" Maddie's voice came out obviosuly shakier than she intended and cleared her throat before she tried again. "Cancel that right now."

"I can't." Danny said simply, feeling the truth of the statement as it left his lips and relishing the wash of good feeling come over again him again. His hand ghosted over the body like a gentle caress before drifting away to look out at the night sky. A small sigh of contentment left Danny, "The stars are so clear right now."

Maddie felt her knees go weak. Her baby's unconcern over his body scared her deeply.

Apparently she wasn't the only one. Tucker jumped from his seat and rushed over to Danny. His hand passed right through his shoulder.

"Jazz - get the ecto-dejecto right now." Sam's voice was tight and high. "Hurry."

"What's going on?" Jack demanded as he hustled towards the body on the ground. "Why is he acting like this?"

Tucker swiped again at Danny's shoulder, intent on turning him away from the window where his friend's eyes were glued.

"Danny, c'mon man - stop being incorporeal. None of this is funny!"

Danny turned his head, causing his hair to flow preternaturally around his face, and patted his own shoulder.

"I can't do that either."

Now on her knees, halfway between the body and her son, Maddie looked at her baby boy. And swiped at her tears to discover that, no, he really was just blurring at the edges. Jazz bounded up the stairs with a large needle syringe filled with ecto-dejecto and beelined for the body on the ground.

"Dad! Stop shaking Danny and move!"

Jack stumbling away half crouched, crawled to his wife, and wrapped his arms around her. Whatever he whispered in her ear was lost as they watched their daughter jam the needle into the body's skin. The glowing green liquid sunk in without resistance.

Thirty seconds passed.

A minute.

No change.

All five people started talking over one another.

"Guys?" Danny asked as he finally turned from the window. They quieted immediately. He made eye contact with each person in the room. "It's alright. Really. I'm fine. I'm happy. Thank you. I love you all so, so much. It's just..." He trailed off and passed through the walls to the yard.

Every person scrambled out the door to find him floating in place, head craned back looking at the sky again with his arms raised up as if asking a larger person for a hug or to be picked up.

"I've always wanted to be a part of the night sky." He continued softly and lowered his arms to his sides and, suddenly, he wasn't there anymore.

Simply just gone.

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