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Wars of the Dead	By : takkycat Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3708 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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.

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Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING, I TELL YOU! NOTHING!!! Especially not something as ewwy gooey, cuddly wuddly as Danny Phantom.

*sigh* Well, I tried one of those Subway’s pizzas…it was pretty good, for a frozen pizza. I still think its odd for Subway’s to sell pizza… Any who I’m nice and full now so I thought I’d type up the next chapter.
Oh, something I didn’t say before, with any of my stories, feel free to take any of my story ideas as a challenge. Think its crap? Write your own version! Love it? Write your own version! Neither love it nor hate it? Write your own version! I’d love to read them. As I always say, “It’s not the idea that is important, it’s what you do with it!”

Wars of the Dead

Danny stared out of the window of the private jet, looking for stars peeking out through the opening of the velvety clouds. In a way, he felt relieved.
Maybe they were right…I shouldn’t have gone back so soon…
After his little freak out in the cafeteria, he had spent the rest of the day waiting outside the vice principal’s office. When his parents had arrived, they had a surprising guest with them…Vlad Masters, multi-millionaire, cheese-head, and the world’s only other halfa. It was little known, but Vlad was also close friends (at least that is what his parents thought) with Maddie and Jack and thus was made Danny’s godfather. Now, if this had happened a year earlier, Danny would have growled at Vlad and demanded what his plot was; however, within the course of last year, Vlad and Danny had what started out as a shaky truce but now was a close, almost father/son relationship. If fact, he could probably credit Vlad with saving both his life and his sanity…what little that remained that is.
He rose, expecting to go with them and speak with Lancer, but was told to stay where he was. After a moment of mute surprise, Danny felt a wave of rage wash through him. Vlad was the only one with the decency to at least look apologetic as they left to discuss his future as if he were some house pet with no mind of his own. He had earned the right to be treated as an adult, damn it!
So he sat seething in the uncomfortable office chairs for the next hour. It wasn’t until he finally got his temper under control using the breathing exercises that Vlad had taught him that his family and Lancer exited the office. Once again, Danny rose expectantly from his seat, in part because of his eagerness to find out his fate and in part because those hideous chairs where killing his back!
I swear those things are meant to be a punishment since you usually aren’t sent here unless you’re in trouble, Danny thought to himself with a mental groan.
“Mr. Fenton, after talking with your parents and Mr. Masters, I have decided not to suspend you because of extenuating circumstances…” Danny let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding. “But, on one condition.”
He felt the bottom fall out in the pit of his stomach. He knew this couldn’t be good.
“You must receive counseling,” Lancer looked at Danny with pity filled eyes. Danny felt the rage start to boil up again. He hated pity!
His mother stepped close to him and carefully wrapped her arm around her son, “Danny, we are worried about you. Please tell us what’s wrong…what happened to you?” She look hopefully at her youngest only to see him avert his eyes and turn away like he always did. She sighed sadly and tried to stop the coming tears.
Seeing his wife about to break down Jack decided to take over, “Don’t worry Danny! Good ol’ V-man has offered to let you stay with him! You know, let you get away a while!!”
“What?! What about school?!”
Lancer once again took control of the conversation, “You can come back at the beginning of the next school year…”
“But you said I wasn’t suspended! And I’ll be behind everyone else!!”
Lancer looked at Danny kindly. He understood how important staying with his friends was to Danny but he felt this was for the best.
“This is not a suspension, Mr. Fenton. There is a specialist in Wisconsin Mr. Masters knows of that deals with…cases such as this. If you receive do this, your fight with Mr. Baxter will not go into your permanent records.”
Danny felt his face redden before he slumped down in defeat. Lancer almost put his hand on Danny’s shoulder before thinking better of it.
“Danny, if you wish, you can be tested to boost up a grade when you come back. Please understand, we only want to help you.”
Danny looked at Mr. Lancer and gave him a weak smile, “Yes, sir. I know.”
“…sty?”
Danny jerked from his thoughts. Once again he silently thanked Vlad for think of using one of his jets rather than having to fly themselves. He never would have been able to pay attention to where he was going long enough to reach Vlad’s castle.
“Wha…?”
Vlad gave Danny a smirk, “I said, ‘Are you thirst?’ Really my boy, I know we are flying but you really must keep your head out of the clouds.”
Danny groaned as he took the soda Vlad handed to him. He was just about to raise it to his lips when he paused and gave it an experimental sniff. The normal scents of water mixed with sugar along with the familiar faint acid burn were all apparent, but there was an underlying slightly bitter sent as well. Danny raised an eyebrow and put the glass down.
“Good boy,” Vlad praised. “You are actually learning something.”
“Well after waking up repeatedly to a drugged hangover, you are bound to get it eventually,” Danny shot back as he was handed an unopened, and more importantly non-drugged, soda. “Great, I’m starting to get as paranoid as you.”
“Good, Little Badger. You’ll live longer that way.”
“Don’t call me ‘Little Badger,’” Danny grumbled.
He sipped his drink quietly for a minute then smirked, “So…what were you doing way out in Amnityville?”
Vlad snorted his coffee…not a pleasant experience.
Damn, he’s getting more perspective.
“I don’t know what you are implying…I was simply…in the neighborhood.”
“You know Vladdy, for an evil master mind, you are a really bad actor.”
Vlad just sputtered there for a minute, although it did warm his heart to hear Danny’s little endearment. Even though Vlad had become a second father to him, Danny could never feel comfortable calling him “dad” or “daddy.” So he decided to make up a new term: “Vlad” + “daddy” = “Vladdy.” However, it was a term to be used in private only.
“You didn’t have to follow me, you know…”
Vlad sat up straight, puffing out his chest and sticking his nose in the air, “Of course I did. That’s my job as a godfather…I think.” He smiled inwardly as Danny gave a quiet laugh at his godfather’s hammy acting.
“No, you didn’t…but thank you,” Danny sighed and resumed looking out the window. “I guess you were right. I wasn’t ready to go home yet…I just wanted everything to be normal again…”
“Danny, you were in a bloody war for the last year! You succeeded in destroying Walker but were nearly killed in the process! No one can just bounce back from that. You were forced to experience things that nothing should ever have to go through! You need to rest.”
“I know! I know!” Danny groaned. He had been forced to have this argument for what seemed to be a hundred times.
Vlad cupped Danny’s face and tilted it back towards him.
“No, I don’t think you do. You may here,” he pointed to Danny’s dead and then moved it to his heart, “but not here. Danny, this is not some comic book. Even heroes break.”
Danny looked sadly into Vlad’s eyes, “I already am, Vladdy…”
Danny laid back against the bed, feeling more relaxed then he had in a while…not totally relaxed though; he only relaxed complete around…
CRASH

“MOTHER FUCKING SON OF A HARPY’S TWO CENTS WHORE!!!”
Danny snorted. Vlad had apparently forgotten that the servants had the day off thanks to the new Ghostly Spectral Union (GSU) and was currently trying to cook dinner. Considering how the kitchen was on the first floor and Danny’s room (the only one not decorated with a Packers theme) was on the fourth and he could still clearly hear Vlad’s “masterful chef skills” and resulting cursing from said “skills,” trying was the operative word.
About fifteen minutes later, Danny looks expectantly at the door.
…3…2…1
Vlad’s head pops in, “What do you want on your pizza?”
Yep, just another day at Hotel Masters.
Danny tossed and turned. While being unable to sleep was not an uncommon thing these days, something felt off to Danny that night. Actually something had felt off for the last few weeks but that night it was worse then ever. He was just on the brink of sleep when he shot up. His heart pounded in his chest. He could actually swear that it was pumping his blood so hard he could feel it moving in each and every one of his veins.
Without thinking he shifted silently, having given up his “battle cry” since it took up valuable time and warned his enemies of his presence, knowing only one thing…he had to get back to Amnityville!
He flew faster then he ever had before. Even then, it took well over three hours to get back to his home town. When he did get there he found there was no need to use his ghost sense; all he needed to do was fly towards the smoke coming from the crater where Casper High had been…
He flew over the wreckage, looking for survivors. Thankfully, it was still a while before anyone would arrive and the security guard had sneaked off to grab a quick coffee and bear claw, who knew slacking off would actually save the guy’s life!
As he made a final sweep, he noticed something odd about the wreckage. Flying higher, some of the fallen beams and debris began to form words:
“ALL MISERY TO THE QUEEN!”

TBC…
I’ll give a cookie to anyone who can figure out what this means!!
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