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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom, I don't own any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from writing this story, I write this purely for the enjoyment of writing. It's just me and a keyboard and my wild brain.

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Skulker is...intimidating. The black pants, tank top and various pieces of equipment and belts have a way of doing that. Being taller than Vlad, and built like a brick shithouse, Danny feels the urge to shrivel up into the floorboards. He can see knives and loops of cord hanging off his waist. Definitely not the run-of-the-mill house haunting entity Danny would expect. More...hunter.
But finally seeing another ghost, a pure ghost, not the halflife that he's turned out to be, interests him. Even if Skulker's size and general aura instill fear in him. He quietly lifts off the chaise, wanting to get a little closer despite his discomfort. He lingers behind him, going invisible and hovering just over his shoulder.
"Let me see if I got this straight...you want me to play guardian angel for some runt?"
Vlad smirks. "No, that's my job. Your job is reinforcement," his eyes drift up to just above the ghost's right shoulder, where he can see the faintest of light fluctuation and refraction, "You're being rude."
Danny flinches and drops the invisibility.
The ghost turns his head towards his right, where Vlad's eyes were focused.
"Skulker, this is Daniel."
Danny tilts his head, staring into the green voids of his eyes. His tilt becomes full body, floating in front of him and looking at him, completely upside down.
Vlad stands and approaches quietly. As tempting as it would be to physically right the boy in the air, he knows that its just curiosity. He stands next to Skulker, crossing his arms.
"He's...a challenge," he says softly.
"Mm."
"So, what are you?" Danny asks. There isn't any fear left in him.
"Overqualified," Skulker chuckles and flicks him in the nose.
"Ow!" Danny falls to the floor like a rock, wrinkling his face and rubbing roughly at his nose to dull the ache.
Vlad visibly tenses, earning a quirked brow from the ghost. The older halfa watches his movements, ready to berate the hunter. But instead of reacting the way Vlad was so heavily dreading and anticipating, because, hello, they're inside, Danny just sniffles.
The halfa lets a huff of relieved air escape, settling his heart down and slams a fist into Skulker's chest. "Don't you ever do that again," he grits, "My home is not an indoor skating rink."
Skulker tilts his head slightly in interest. ''He's that unstable?''
''He's right here, ya know!'' comes from the floor.
They look down, to meet bright ectoplasm green eyes alight with annoyance and an actively icing floor.
''So he frosts the carpet. What do you need me for?''
Vlad sighs and buries his face in a palm. 'Ancients, give me strength.' ''Have you been outside recently?''
''Admittedly, no. I came through the back way."
Vlad stalks over to the window and wrenches it open despite his better judgement. Mercifully, the snow is compacted enough that it doesn't fall in.
Skulker whistles as he stares out over the horizen from what little he can see. Vlad shudders visibly and audibly, wrapping his arms around himself to keep warm and Danny floats up next to him, eyes locked on the ever growing wall of white. It looks so inviting... He's unaware he's drifting forward and reaching out for the cold fluff until a hand snatches his ankle and pulls him back. It's been years since Skulker has seen snow in the living realm; his contracts tend to favor either warmer climates or the Ghost Zone.
''Now do you get the picture?'' the older halfa grits out. Danny drifts back up and receives another gentle shove away from the open window.
Skulker chuckles and grabs a handful of snow, packing it into a ball and tossing it to the youngling halfa, ''Here you go, runt.''
Danny catches it with an unearthly squeal and plops down on the floor with it, crossing his legs and promptly takes a bite out of the ball.
Vlad rolls his eyes and walks back over to the couch. ''His core is perfectly stable, he just has no control over how or when his cold energy escapes. Even his emotions play a part.''
Skulker takes another handful of snow and shuts the window. Danny chomps away at the snowball.
''Are you sure he needs to be helped? Seems to me he's just unconsciously correcting his environment to suit his needs.''
Vlad continues to shiver. ''He's half human and still needs to live among humans, and I can't send him home until he can control himself,'' he watches as the boy finishes the last of his snowball, and begins to pout. Skulker tosses the newly formed sphere in his hand over to him, and another squeal resounds.
They watch as he settles back down, eyes becoming calm and lidded, pupils thinning to slits as he starts nibbling on the snow. Briefly, his eyes flash an icey blue. Vlad wonders if he should be concerned. It's a new color, one he's not used to in the boy. The little sounds of joy at being handed a snowball are also new, and definitely not of human origin. Is another ability emerging? Ice crackles to the surface of Danny's skin, coating him from head to toe in a seemingly oxygenless hue as he eats.
''Alright,'' Skulker concedes, ''I get it.''
''Thank-you. All that's left now is to get him through the portal."
The last few bites of snow fall to the floor suddenly. The icey skin melts in an instant to reveal tanned skin that wants to turn pale.
''Portal?!''
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