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Astral Affections	By : SpriteWolffie Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 8819 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Astral Affections
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SpriteWolffie: Hello readers! Krysti and I are joining forces to answer foxy kitty kat's challenge.
Krysti: That's right, biatches! COWER under the ph334r of us two authors working together for the GREATER GOOD OF ALL!
SpriteWolffie: hehe ^^; In this fic, since I am so horrible at sex scenes that it's pathetic, I'll be handling all the non-romantic stuff.
Krysti:While I'll be betaing her work, helping her brainstorm, and writing all the erotic/extreme sexual tension/lemon scenes for her.
SpriteWolffie: I think it's rather obvious that neither of us own Danny Phantom, so... just don't bother sueing us, okay? The most I can offer you is a shiny penny... And it's MY shiny penny!
Krysti: *hides her $20* YOU CAN'T HAVE IT I'M USING IT TO BUY A GREENDAY CD! Greeeeeendaaaaaaaaaay...
SpriteWolffie: Now that the disclaimer's all out of the way, on with the fic! YAY!
Krysti: W00t!
Chapter 1
From the darkest most hidden corner of his mind, I would watch him. At first I wasn't sure what was going on; I was only partially aware of my own existence. Our minds were linked in a way that both he and I believed we were one in the same. We thought the same thoughts at the same time, and we felt the same emotions. It was all so simple believing we were just one person.
And yet, in the beginning, I had always wondered why I felt so detached from my own body if I was him and he was me. I didn't dwell on this too long though because when he first transformed into 'Danny Phantom,' I had felt a satisfying sense of control overcome me. Granted, he was in just as much control as he was in his human form, but now I could actually feel the physical movements of our body.
I no longer thought of myself as an ignored voice shoved in a dusty corner of his mind. No, I once again believed what I had first believed that fateful day in his parent's lab when I came into existence: that Danny and I were one in the same.
However, as soon as he changed back into his human form, I was pushed back into that unfeeling darkness of that lonely corner in his mind. I didn't worry though because we both knew that that ghostly transformation that just took place was only the beginning to what was bound to be an interesting life.

So I waited and watched him as the world went on around us. Due to our close link, it wasn't long before I knew everything about him, like who his friends and family are and what they're like. I knew about his pet peeves, his favorite foods, his favorite color (lilac, would you believe it?), his favorite animal, his favorite time of year, and even his turn-ons. There's not a doubt in my mind that I know more about him than both his friends and family combined.
Time went on and we both became used to our routine. He would go about his somewhat normal life and I would watch it all through his eyes from the corner of his mind that seemed to be especially reserved for me. Then a ghost would come, he would 'go ghost' as it had come to be called, and I would feel slightly more complete.
Throughout this long, repetitive cycle of fighting ghosts, I could feel an unusual feeling growing inside of me. It was a bit like some of the emotions I've felt through my link with Danny, except sort of different. I feel it flare up inside of me whenever someone hurts him, like a sort of rage that makes me want to watch them suffer as I torture them for harming him. A part of me screams out that he's mine and how dare someone try and take him away from me.
Then came the day when I got my first taste of absolute freedom. Danny had grown tired of all the ghost fighting and just wanted a little free time to just be a teenager, so as a result, he used the Fenton Ghost Catcher and split us in to the two people we truly were. I was overwhelmed with this newfound control. If I wanted to raise my arm, I could; if I wanted to smile or laugh, I could; if I wanted to shout out to the world that I was Danny Phantom, I could, and I did. Before that day, I guess it had just never really occurred to me that 'I think, therefore I am.'
Although I enjoyed the physical freedom, I couldn't help but notice the emptiness I felt whenever I was away from Danny. I remember vaguely wondering if he had felt the same empty feeling.
As that day came to an end, Danny and I both new that we would have to combine our minds back into one if we were to return to normal. Or at least as normal as a halfa can get. Except now it's different. Now I know that Danny and I are not one person, but two. Two minds inhabiting the same body. So much for things being simple.
For the next couple of days after we had joined back into one, I was resentful. Resentful because of the fact that Danny had complete control over his body while I was trapped in a place where even the mere concept of physical contact was just a fantasy.
Over those couple of days I found out that our link works both ways because my bad mood had affected Danny. If someone just looked at him the wrong way he'd be at their throats. So to avoid his bad mood, Sam and Tucker decided to give him a little space until he cooled down, or rather, until I cooled down.
Unfortunately for us, Skulker picked the worst possible time to sneak-attack us. The streets were deserted and because of the bad mood we had been in for the past couple of days, we happened to be walking home alone. I had been watching the walk home through Danny's eyes when we sensed it: a ghost.
However, before we even had a chance to blink, let alone go ghost, we were ambushed from behind. Grasped tightly in Skulker's hand was the same device that Plasmius had used against us to neutralize me and leave Danny powerless. The neutralizer hummed with power and as Danny made to face the hunter, Skulker jammed the damned thing between his shoulderblades, sending out a painful shock. Danny let out a sharp cry as the electricity surged through him, and as he dropped to his knees, that unusual feeling from before erupted within me like a volcano. How dare that ectoplasmic jackass even think for a second that he's allowed to harm what's mine?! He won't get away with this, oh no, he will pay!
I struggled relentlessly against the unseen bonds that suppressed our ability to go ghost and kept me from exacting my revenge. While I was focusing all my concentration of some form of escape, Danny had managed to get to his feet and out of the way to avoid being stomped on. Seeing as how he was now powerless, Danny made a run for it, and while he ran, he shuffled through his backpack for the only useful thing he had: the Fenton thermos.
But just as he managed to wrap his hand around it, he was stopped in his tracks as Skulker flew down in front of him and raised back his arm. Danny whipped the Fenton thermos out of his backpack, but he wasn't quick enough to stop the fist that was aimed for his face. The thermos went flying as Danny was thrown to the ground by the force of the punch. Skulker walked over to him with a triumphant smirk on his face and pinned Danny to the ground with one foot.
"I'm disappointed in you, ghost child," Skulker said as he pulled out an ectoplasmic blade and pointed it at Danny's throat.
No! I can't let this happen! Screaming out my frustrations, I fought against the restraints with everything I had and more.

Skulker raised the blade high above his head and stated tauntingly, "I expected more of a fight from you."
He wants a fight? I'll give him a fight! The last fight he'll ever be in! Damn that invention of Vlad's! Let me go! NOW!
As the blade came swinging down, a blinding light suddenly burst into existence, radiating from Danny's body. His back arched as he felt a pain unlike anything he'd ever experienced before; like his soul was being ripped in two. As much as I hate to hurt him, this was the only option I could come up with at such short notice. I could only hope that whatever it was that I was doing wasn't worse then being stabbed.

Two separate screams could be heard from the bright light, one of agony, and one of rage. The blade was suddenly stopped in its tracks and Skulker had to squint against the light to see what it was that had blocked his attack. However, all that he could make out through the light was his blade being held between a pair of white, gloved hands. As the light faded, the screams of pain had ceased and the screams of rage had turned into a furious growl that promised destruction.

While the look of confusion on Skulker's face was slightly satisfying, I would much rather have it be a look of fear. He should be worried about what I'm going to do to him rather than wondering how it's possible for Danny Phantom to be standing protectively over the unconscious form of Danny Fenton. No matter though, I'll give him one last lesson in underestimating your opponent before destroying him.
I stared up at him with feral, glowing green eyes; livid over the fact that he tried to kill my other half.
"Skulker," I ground out. "Your days of hunting are over. I will make sure that you never get another chance to harm him again."
Glaring at him, I ripped the blade out of his hand, flipped it around to face him, and with a strength I didn't know I possessed, I stabbed the blade straight between his eyes. Green ectoplasm oozed out of eye sockets and mouth of the hunter's mechanical suit. Then, leaving the blade still impaled in his head, I opened my mouth and blasted his suit to pieces with my ghostly wail. I still needed to help Danny though, so I was careful to preserve my power.
I highly doubt that Skulker will recover from this, though I do wish I could have tortured him a little longer before I destroyed him. Turning away from the remains of what was once Skulker, I knelt down next to Danny who was breathing heavily from exhaustion. Our separation must have taken a lot out of him. I reached down and gently shook his shoulder, but he didn't wake.
'Oh Man.' I started to panic. I wasn't sure if I had done more harm than good, and since I was new to being my own person, I didn't know what to do in a situation like this. I mean, it wasn't a normal problem that a doctor could fix, like a broken leg or malaria or something. Besides, I highly doubt I would be welcome in a hospital, looking like I am and all.
"Wake up," I pleaded softly, but Danny didn't appear to be getting up anytime soon.

What does he do in situations like this? He would... He would... Wait, duh! He would go to his friends for help. Why didn't I think of that before? It's so obvious! After grabbing the Fenton thermos and putting it back into his backpack, I scooped Danny up bridal style and took off flying...
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