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Depths	By : Chickzilla18 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1897 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom. I made no money or profit in the making of this Fanfic.

Chapter List
- 1-Mortality
- 2-Fishing
- 3-Feed
- 4-Tough Love
- 5-Depths
- 6-Desperation
- 7-Deep Trouble
- 8-Virtually Proven
- 9-Troubled Intentions
- 10-Paradise Lost
- 11-Place in Hell
- 12-Stronger
- 13-Sacrafice
- 14-Face
- 15-Void
- 16-New
- 17-Student
- 18-Heat
- 19-Firework
- 20-Christmas
- 21-Ugly
- 22-Hysterics
- 23-Record
- 24-Visitor
- 25-Beat
- 26-Rights
- 27-Feel It
- 28-Hurt
- 29-Red Hands
- 30-Tempt
- 31-Poison
- 32-Law
- 33-Splash
- 34-Wet
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Jack had already called Maddie and Jazz about Danny's return. The boy was upstairs in his room taking a shower, and Jack was in the kitchen cooking him a bowl of soup. If Danny's weight and the vomit in the trash can was anything to go by, Jack didn't think Danny would be able to handle anything heavier than soft noodles and broth. Wherever he's been all this time, he got nowhere near enough nutrients.
Maddie and Jazz had both cried over the phone, both of them promising to be on the first plane over to Amity to see him. Jazz didn't care that she had an essay due the next morning, and Maddie didn't wait for Vlad to pack his things, she just went by herself.
Jack told them both that they should prepare themselves because Danny didn't look anything like he used to and was almost unrecognizable, but they insisted that they didn't care as long as he was safe and sound waiting for them to come home.
Danny had questioned why his mother wasn't in the house, but Jack had just quietly told him to go shower and get some rest, and that he would make him something to eat that his stomach could handle. He needed to get some nutrients into Danny's system before he went to bed.
Walking up the stairs with a mug full of warm chicken broth and some broken noodles, Jack hoped that this wasn't a dream. That he had actually woken up to the sound of the window shattering, and that he was actually walking up these stairs to take care of the son he had thought he lost.
He should take him to the hospital.
That could wait. Danny needed rest for now. He could take him to the hospital tomorrow. There was no telling what kind of PTSD or trauma his son went through, and what he probably needed most right now was to re-familiarise himself with his bed.
He knocked gently on his son's door and it was opened a minute later with Danny standing there in his Pj's. He smelled a lot better and his hair was clean, so his dad assumed he had already taken his shower. He looked so small now, much smaller than Jack remembered, and was dangerously thin. His skin was much paler than it was before he went missing, his hair was now passed his shoulders and a hectic mess that he looked to be having trouble keeping out of his face.
Jack held back the bite of sadness and instead held up the mug of soup, "Hey son, you should drink this before you go to sleep, get some nutrients into your body."
Danny didn't say anything, he just grabbed the mug and turned to sit on the bed, looking down at the creamy beige looking liquid with an almost lost expression that had his father sighing. He quietly entered his son's room and sat on the bed next to him as the boy weakly lifted to cup up to his lips and took a few slow sips.
The heat of the liquid was soothing and slipped down his throat to wash away the bile that still irritated him. It was surreal, the fact that he had just come back home and was now in his room rediscovering all these different flavors that he had completely forgot existed.
Like here was chicken broth, the taste of it was so foreign but so potent and great that Danny knew he would never get tired of drinking it. This reminder of what chicken, and green onion, and garlic, and what all these other flavors tasted like would from this point on be one of his favorite memories.
He had always loved food, and his parents never had a problem with him finishing his dinner growing up because he was never much of a picky eater. But to relearn all the food that he hadn't eaten in so long after having anything but raw bacteria infested seaweed... Danny would never stop enjoying things even as simple as chicken flavored soup.
"Danny?" he heard his father ask quietly from his spot beside him, "Do you remember anything?" he had seen the number of scars that had decorated his sons body when they were in the kitchen and Danny hadn't been in the long sleeved pajamas that he wore now, and Jack didn't feel like he needed to ask where they came from. It seemed obvious enough since he was kidnapped by man-eating sirens, but what Jack couldn't figure out was how he survived and how he was able to make it back home.
Danny regarded his father with a tired expression, wondering if he should tell his father about Phantom. About what the merman did, about what he didn't do, about how he was treated and how Phantom protected him the entire time he was in captivity. His father would surely ask a lot of questions that Danny wasn't sure he wanted to answer.
"No," Danny finally said, "I don't remember a lot, just darkness, and cold." he drank some more of the soup and chewed some of the noodles that were in it. "I think I was asleep a lot. I just remember waking up on the beach and walking home."
His father nodded, obviously believing him. "You should finish that and get some rest, I'll take you to the hospital tomorrow."
Danny nodded. "Will you call Sam and Tucker?"
Jack nodded, "Anything you want, son."
Danny smiled, "And Dad." He stopped the older man again before he could walk out of the room.
Out of all the things he thought Danny would say, Jack couldn't help but snicker and laugh at what Danny actually said.
"I'm sorry about the window."
...
"Where is he?!" Sam and Tucker burst through the front door to the Fenton house and almost bulldozed passed Jack Fenton on their way up the stairs, but he stopped them both before they could get through. They were both panting and Sam looked like she was ready to cry, and neither of them seemed to be able to take their eyes off the top of the stairs.
"Hold on kids," Jack stopped them, "Danny's is very very fragile right now, don't mention anything about my divorce with Maddie, alright?"
"Of course not," Tucker said roughly, why Jack felt the need to tell them the obvious was unknown to the two teens.
"Also, I just want to warn you guys," Jack paused and looked at them sadly, "He doesn't seem to be the Danny that we remember. He's tired, dangerously thin, and probably suffering from whatever he went through. He says he doesn't remember much of what happened, but that doesn't mean he's the same as he was."
"Are you going to take him to the hospital?" Sam asked, feeling as though a rope was trying to yank her passed Mr. Fenton and up the stairs to Danny's room.
"Tomorrow, after he gets some rest." Jack moved out of their way and allowed them to dash past him, "Go on, he misses you guys."
They didn't need to be told twice, they had both been at Sam's mansion when Jack called them and told them that Danny was home. They had hardly allowed Mr. Fenton to finish saying whatever he was going to say over the phone before they were dashing passed Sam's parents, screaming about how Danny was back.
Sam vaguely remembered her mother and father calling her name, but she hadn't cared enough to stop running with Tucker out of the house and down the street to see what they had said.
As soon as they were up the stairs, they went straight for Danny's room and opened the door, not sure what they were expecting to see. They were hoping to see the same Danny that they remembered, as they remembered seeing him last. Maybe on his computer playing his old games, or trying to complete the homework that had laid abandoned on his desk since before he was taken.
They weren't prepared for the sight of the boy that had to be at least 60 pounds lighter than they remembered, sitting on his bed staring out the window with a blank look on his face.
When Danny heard Sam and Tucker walk in, his head turned to look at them weirdly, and they were briefly afraid that he didn't recognize them. But then a smile broke across Danny's face, and they knew that their best friend was back.
Danny got up to meet them halfway across the distance but they were much faster, and before he could even fully stand up and reach for them, they were already hugging him.
...
Danny had already been taken to the hospital, and the doctors had taken the time to examine the boy who had been missing for almost 7 months. It wasn't often someone who had been allegedly kidnapped lived to come home and tell the tale, and they took great care and interest in his case.
They had run all kinds of tests. Blood tests, urine tests, even STI examination tests just to make sure, though they checked and proved that Danny had never been sexually assaulted. They were able to confirm to Jack privately, however, that wherever Danny was all that time, he was definitely being chewed on my some strange animal at least every few weeks.
They wanted to keep him overnight but his father refused, knowing his son just wanted to go home and probably couldn't handle any more excitement. So they sent him home with medicine to help him get the nutrients back into his body and also helped him get on a plan to get some weight back on his bones. They set him up with a note to give to his school, and then they wheeled him out the door.
His mother and sister were there when they got home, and they both hugged him so tight that he thought he would break. Danny didn't mind though, he wanted them to crush him, to hug him tight and never let go.
Their reunion was full of tears and probably a good amount of snot from all three of them sobbing, but Danny didn't care. All that mattered to him was the fact that he was with his family and friends again. His last vision of his loved ones was never meant to be the last he saw of them, and here they were now holding him months later looking more beautiful than he remembered.
Later when Danny, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam were all sleeping in Danny's room, Jack was in the kitchen grabbing the ice cream out of the fridge when Maddie cleared her throat.
He looked over at her, giant spoon and gallon of creamy dessert in hand, and huffed.
"What?" He asked impolitely. She couldn't tell him when it was too late for ice cream anymore.
"So..." She started hesitantly. "When should we tell him?"
Jack smacked his lips together, enjoying the flavor of chocolate on his tongue. "Soon, but not tonight, or tomorrow. We should give him a little time to adjust before we break it to him."
"It's going to be hard to hide with us in separate bedrooms." She tried to hold the conversation.
"Yeah, it will be," Jack had honestly stopped hiding it when they told Jazz, they weren't anticipating Danny to ever return, and It was horrible that he had to return to a broken family so different than when he was last here. Fist he's kidnapped and kept who knows where, and forced to endure who knows what, and now he comes home hoping to see the same loving parents- only to be disappointed a few days later when he finds out they are divorced.
Why must it have happened like this?
"We'll worry about it later," Jack finally said. "For now just expect to stay a few days, just to allow him to be comforted with both his parents here."
Maddie nodded, and slowly turned around to head up the stairs to the guest bedroom, "Goodnight." She said softly, hoping for a response.
She got none, and she held back her tears as she entered Danny's room and fell asleep on the floor with no room on the bed, clutching his hand in hers.
...
This is wrong.
This is so wrong that he has to do this.
Jack Fenton slowly opened the door to his son's room. It was days after the hospital visit, and Maddie and Jazz had only just started sleeping in rooms other than Danny's. They had spent the next five days, after they first hugged Danny, sleeping in whatever room Danny passed out in. Too afraid that if they fell asleep in any other room, they would wake up and Danny would be gone again. Sam and Tucker stayed almost every day with the same fear, and this was really the first night they were all satisfied that he wouldn't disappear while they all slept.
Danny was finally alone and he could slip by without anyone noticing.
He stepped into his son's bedroom and tiptoed over to the raven's bed, a familiar mop of black hair was peaking out from under the covers and Jack paused to make sure he was still asleep.
They had taken Danny to get his hair cut a couple of days ago, wanting Danny to look as he used to for the boy's sake. He wanted so bad to go back to how things used to be, so they had also gone to replace his phone already. Danny tried every day to get his life back, going back to his normal schedule as best as he remembered. Showering first thing in the morning, playing some video games on his computer which he found he was painfully rusty at, eating whatever his stomach would allow him, and visiting with friends and family throughout the day.
For the most part, everything was as it used to be, more or less. Danny would be starting school again soon too. Vlad had pulled some strings and made it so Danny wouldn't have to repeat his sophomore year, as long as he made up the school work that he missed, and passed both the midterm and the final. That would mean that he would be spending a lot of time doing homework in the near future, but Danny seemed almost excited to do so.
Everything was falling back into place, mostly how it should be, and how it should have always been.
But one thing didn't sit well with Jack.
Which was why he quietly grabbed one of the strands of raven black hair sticking out from under the covers, making sure Danny was fast asleep and yanked it out of its hair follicle.
Danny didn't stir, and Jack sighed in relief as he put the strand of hair on a napkin and quickly left to Jazz's room.
She slept similar to Danny, with the covers up past her face and her red hair peeking out of the covers. He quietly went over to the side of her bed and did the same as he did Danny, wincing when Jazz shifted a little in response to the slight pain on her scalp as the hair was ripped away.
Jack put both hairs away and left Jazz's room undetected, and then rushed down the stairs to his lab. He had what he needed, now it was time to find out what he couldn't live without knowing.
He turned on the necessary equipment to run a DNA test and slipped both of his kid's hairs in the sensor. He then grabbed a piece of his graying hair off his own head, grabbed the napkin out of the incubator that he for some reason saved from Vlad's dinner plate months ago, and put them both in the DNA reader.
Jack went over to the computer and opened up the readings. Anxiety and hope running it's course through his body. He would always love his kids no matter what, he didn't care if he was the father or Vlad, or even if the father was Satan himself. He would always love his children.
He just needed to know for sure.
He opened up the file with Danny's name and sighed in relief when his son's DNA was a match to both Maddie and himself. That was a good sign, Danny was his, he was his child and Maddie couldn't fight for custody that way.
With new found confidence, Jack closed Danny's file and opened Jazz's.
But then his whole world crashed around him and burned when his name did not appear in her ancestry. He didn't know what to do with himself as his eyes and brain processed the document in front of him, so all he knew to do was grab his face and start crying.
There were only two names written in Jazmine's file for a DNA match, and neither name was Jack Fenton.
It was Madeline Fenton and Vladimir Masters.
...
"Danny," Jack Fenton called down his son, who came down the stairs a moment later followed by Sam, Jazz, and Tucker.
Danny looked between his mother and father, eyebrows raising in concern at their shared sad expressions. This looked serious, he thought.
"Your mother and I need to talk to you about something." Jack looked between his daughter and both of the teen's friends with pointed looks, and they caught on quickly.
Jazz cleared her throat, "come on guys," she put either hand on their backs and lead them to the front door, "let's go get Danny one of those giant ice cream sundaes that he likes."
Danny thought that was a code for something and he looked at Jazz for answers, but she only gave him a weak and sad smile. He knew that in the past, he only ate those when he was very depressed, and Jazz knew that, all of them did. It was as if his sister was trying to say something, or warn him of something.
The looks his parents had on their faces was only making Danny more and more nervous about what his parents needed to talk to him about.
When his sister and friends were out of the house, Jack patted the spot on the couch between him and his mother, and Danny tentatively walked over to sit down.
"Danny, sweetie." His mother's words were soft, it was a sound that he had missed while he was in captivity, a sound that he hoped he would never have to go a day without again. She put a hand on his cheek and he instinctively leaned into the touch.
"Your father and I," Maddie had a hard time looking into Danny's eyes. How could she look at him and tell him that she was leaving his father to go live with Vlad?
She cleared her throat and looked at his nose, it was much easier to get it out that way. "Your father and I have separated."
"What?" Danny's eyes widened as he yelled out in complete shock. "What do you mean you separated? Why?" He could feel his heartbreaking and his throat closing up. It felt as if his stomach wanted to be ripped out of his body and was actively trying to make it's way up his esophagus to escape the horror that was Danny's unconditional sadness.
Everything changed so fast, he could hardly comprehend the difference.
"Danny," Maddie called his name over and over to get him to calm down and look at her, Jack was petting his back with as much comfort as he could possibly give but tears still made their way behind Danny's ice blue eyes.
"Is it because of me?" He asked, the prospect of it being his fault seemed so plausible. They had been happily married for 20 years and suddenly he disappears, comes back and they are divorced?! It had to be his fault.
"No, Danny, honey, listen to me." She didn't know what was worse; telling Danny that she cheated on his father with his godfather, or allowing him to live thinking their divorce was his fault. Which one was safer? Which one would spare him the most despair?
She had no experience with this. How many people did she know in her situation? None. Zero. She had no idea what to do.
"I cheated on him, Danny." She wound up blurting out, she couldn't stand Danny to not know. It was different than when they talked to Jazz about this, she wasn't prone to blame herself for their separation, but Danny was. All he knew was they were together before he was taken, and now they are not.
She just hoped she didn't say the wrong thing. She hoped this was the best course of action; telling him the truth. If he hated her then fine, she could live with that, but she couldn't live with herself if Danny lost who he was out of self-hatred thinking he was the cause for their divorce.
Danny froze when those words were uttered from his mother's mouth.
His mother.
His hero.
The only woman, besides his sister, that he ever loved, cheated on his father?
"With who? For how long? Why?" Dozens of questions entered his head, but those were the only ones that could make it out of his mouth as his body started shaking.
Maddie didn't hesitate, Danny disserved the truth. "With Vlad... For a really long time." She sighed, "and I just made a big mistake."
Vlad, huh? Danny thought, his face losing any emotional expression as he stared at his arms which were hugging his knees to his chest. Can't have me, so he goes for my mom.
And like an idiot, she went.
A long moment passed, and for a while nobody said anything.
Until Maddie spoke again. "Now honey. You know I have always loved you and always will, and ultimately it's your choice, but if you want to come to live with me and Vlad, or even just visit, you're always welcome."
Hell no. No way was he leaving his father to go live with that mother/wife stealing pedophilic asshole.
"I'm staying with Dad." He said sharply, angrier than he ever remembered being.
Maddie bit her tongue, wishing her son had put a little more thought into coming to live with her. He just turned her down without even a second thought, and it hurt her, but honestly, what did she expect?
She just hoped her baby boy didn't hate her guts now.
Trying to contain her sobs, she nodded and left to go upstairs. Her plane would be leaving in the morning, and though she wished she wasn't getting on it alone, she was glad she would be leaving the tense air of her old home.
When Danny and his Dad were alone, Danny tipped himself over to rest against Jack's side. Laying his head on his dad's shoulder, and never taking his eyes off his bent knees as Jack put an arm around his shaking form.
"I'm sorry Dad." He said, feeling so bad for his father. He knew Jack had always done nothing but shower his family in affection. Did nothing but love and protect them with all his heart and soul. And his wife, who he had loved more than any woman he had ever met or ever would meet, left him for his 25 years long best friend.
...
The mermaids had stopped chasing him long before Phantom realized he was trapped.
He had been swimming against the current, on his way far away from that damned cove and beach, when he hit a wall.
He had crashed right into it, but he couldn't see anything. It was like a thick wall of glass was keeping him from crossing the shallows. He couldn't cross it, nor could he jump over it. Other fish around him had no problem getting in and out of the shallow waters, so why was he having so much trouble getting through?
He banged on the invisible wall as hard as he could, trying to break through whatever invisible force was trapping him. He also tried swimming around it but it just went on and on until eventually, he crashed into another wall preventing him from going any further.
What the hell was going on? Why couldn't he leave this continent? Why couldn't he leave into the deep blue sea? Why was he stuck like a common fish pet in a glass tank?
"This is impossible." Phantom thought to himself.
"Hey, Phantom!" A happy and chipper voice said behind him, and Phantom hissed with red eyes as he turned in the direction the male voice spoke.
A man with blue skin and fire for hair smirked back at Phantom evilly, he wore a long dark robe and was dressed in skull jewelry from head to toe. His appearance was as cliche as the humans made him out to be, but also just as threatening.
Phantom's eyes immediately turned back to green and he bowed down in respect when he recognized who it was.
"Hades." Phantom greeted, "Forgive me, I didn't know it was you."
"You can rise and look at me, kid." Hedes tapped the top of Phantom's head, "There's no need for that kind of stuff, I'm not Zeus, and I'm not going to turn you to stone if you make eye contact." His attitude was passive, like an intelligent hippy that didn't do drugs and was great at poker.
Hades passed Phantom and walked towards the wall that was apparently his doing, moving on legs as if he wasn't underwater. "How do you like it?" He flicked the wall as if it was made of jelly and Phantom could see shimmering light expand out from where the god touched. "I made it just for you, a little gift for betraying your race."
Phantom knew what he was talking about, he should have killed the kid when he had the chance. No idiotic human was ever worth the punishment of Hades.
"See, that's just what I was thinking, Phantom." Hades turned and smirked at Phantom's scowling face, "'No human, is worth it'." He spit out the word 'human' as if he needed to rid himself of the verb from his vocabulary.
Phantom sighed, "So is this my punishment then? I'm not allowed to ever leave this part of the beach and I'm supposed to rot here until I lose my sanity?"
Hedes actually laughed, loud like the humans that Phantom often saw around when they were drinking alcohol. The god stepped up to the merman and pinched his cheek as if they were relatives that hadn't seen each other in years, "Your so cute Phantom, I'm glad I created you."
Phantom didn't enjoy the endearment. "What are you going to do to me then?"
"You see," Hades pointed a boney taloned finger at him, "That's what I like about you Phantom, you always want to get right to the point." He used the same finger to draw across his sharp blue-skinned jaw as he regarded Phantom with amusement. "I can see your interested and just shivering in your scales to hear the details, aren't you?"
Phantom was getting more and more nervous the longer he talked to the god that created him. Hades could do whatever he wanted, he could make anything happen to Phantom. If Hades decided he wanted to turn Phantom into a toad, he would. If he decided he wanted to turn him into a flea, he could. If he decided to make Phantom into his slave for all eternity, he would have to give up his freedom.
"Actually Phantom," Hades said, "That's not exactly how I operate. As amusing at it would be to turn you into an insect, I prefer to give all my creations the freedom of choice." It was odd to have someone other than himself who could read his every thought without permission. It felt like an invasion and Phantom didn't like it, but what could he do about it?
"So I'll tell you what's gonna happen," Hades held up a finger again, "I'm going to give you one year, that's 365 days starting from the moment I disappear, to choose to kill the child and prove to me that your worth those fins of yours." He poked Phantom on the nose.
The merman's mouth started to open to question how he was going to do that when the human was on land, but Hades shushed him.
"Don't worry, I'm a fair guy. I will set his fate up so that the boy comes back to the beach a few times. That's why I have bound you," he banged on the wall behind him, light glimmering across the barrier as he continued, "To this part of the sea so you can't escape."
Phantom still didn't say anything, just glad that Hades was giving him a chance to prove himself, but at the same time frustrated that he didn't do the right thing and kill the human when he had the chance.
"Now," Hades continued, "I learned from my mistake with that redheaded freak Arista or whatever her name was." He waved her off as if he didn't care, which he probably didn't. "The punishment I set with her for disobeying me obviously wasn't disciplined enough. She may have died quickly, but she died with no regrets and with that disgusting thing called happiness in her soul."
He poked Phantom in the chest with his sharp-taloned fingernail, "I'm not going to make that mistake with you. I will not make it that easy." The humor in Hades eyes disappeared as his eyes turned an angry blood red, and no longer there was the good attitude he had, as if how Arisoul died was a personal insult to him.
"If you don't kill the child by sunset of the 365th day, I will turn you into a human." He snapped his fingers and suddenly Phantom couldn't breathe.
He looked down at himself in a panic to see his tail was missing and replaced with those horrifying legs that humans had. Immediately he started drowning, he had no idea how to keep himself up, he had no idea how to swim with legs. He couldn't breathe, couldn't talk, couldn't move anywhere but down as he started sinking. He looked up at Hades who was now a good few feet above him, looking down at the drowning human with an uncaring look. He knew he needed air, and by instinct, he looked up towards the surface as air bubbles floated up from his face. The surface was close yet so very far away...
Hedes snapped his fingers again and Phantom took a desperate breath in. That was by far the worst experience, no matter how brief it was.
"That catch is," Hades said as Phantom recovered from his shock, "you will be half human and half merman, and every time even a drop of water touches you, you will turn back into a merman." Hades laughed as Phantom paled, "You can see the problem with that can't you?"
Phantom didn't speak, only thought about how primitive the human race was and how scientists would have a field day running tests and dissections to figure out Phantom's biology.
Merpeople were a thing of myth to them, and to prove that one existed by exposing himself their greedy eyes, while dollar signs floated around their heads was probably the most terrifying thing he would ever experience. He would be in their domain, completely at their mercy.
"Exactly," Hades said, "Such an interesting species; humans. They claim to protect endangered species on land and water, but the minute something as special and unheard of as let's say... A merman pops out of nowhere." He chuckled evilly and grabbed Phantom's chin roughly, "My my. You will certainly be very popular."
Phantom didn't say anything, he deserved this. He wasn't afraid, it would never get to that point, because he knew he would finish the job given the chance.
"Then I look forward to taking the boys soul the day you kill him." Hedes bid Phantom farewell. "And your 365 days starts ... Now." Hedes clapped his hands and vanished.
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