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Experimental Love	By : Kyuugi Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 4392 -:- 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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Danny made his way quickly to the Lab, pushing the door open and stepping inside carefully. Danny looked around cautiously…
Nothing.
Danny sighed in disappointment, the soles of his sneakers scuffing the floor lightly as he walked up to the Stasis Chamber.
There was still nothing there. Danny ground his teeth together, silently cursing the deity that had invented consistency.
Nope, there was still, nothing there.
Frustrated that he couldn’t make the teen appear with his thoughts, and frustrated at himself for thinking that he even could, Danny turned to walk out of the lab.
As soon as Danny got to the door, he heard glass cracking. Turning slowly, Danny saw the glass on the Stasis Chamber shatter, fluid rushing out to cover the floor. What Danny’s eyes were on, however, was the white-haired teen that was now lying on the floor.
“MOM!!! DAD!!!”
That was all Danny could get out as he rushed over to the boy, turning him so his face pointed upwards instead of on the sticky, damp floor.
Jack and Maddie burst through the door, weapons raised, and looked about frantically for their son. Maddie saw them first and ran over to Danny, grabbing his arm, trying to pull him away from the boy on the floor.
Danny resisted, “Mom? Wha?”
Maddie didn’t answer, just gave a yank that jerked Danny back from the boy on the floor, his head dropping to the floor with a soft ‘thud’.
Jack ran over to the body, quickly checking for a pulse.
Maddie held Danny close, ignoring his struggling and focusing on Jack. “Is he dead Jack?”
Jack turned to her, “He has a pulse…”
Maddie let go of Danny suddenly and ran over to her husband, picking the boy up carefully as Jack went to pull out the medical bed they kept in the lab.
Maddie carefully laid the boy on the table, strapping him in and attaching an IV to his arm as Jack placed a blanket over him. Both adults worked silently and quietly, attaching the various wires to his forehead, arms, and chest that would be used to monitor his vital functions.
Danny watched from the other end of the room, where his mother had left him. The boy was alive, that made Danny happy.
‘I wonder if they will let me have that hair now…’
Danny walked quietly over to his parents, his movements slow, and a bit unsure as he approached them.
“Mom? Dad? Is he alright?”
Jack didn’t pause in his actions, but Maddie turned to Danny, “I don’t know Danny, it’ll take time to run tests and figure out if he is…” She had been about to say ‘all there’, but stopped. Danny didn’t, or shouldn’t, know about all the other experiments, where the subject came out brain damaged, or deformed in some way. Just because the boy looked fine on the outside didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything wrong with him, it just meant that they would need to run more tests to see if he was fully functional…
Danny stood in front of her, looking hopeful and scared. Maddie didn’t want to scare him further, and Danny really seemed interested in this subject…
“I think he’ll be fine Danny.”
Danny’s eyes lit up. Maddie smiled at him, ignoring the pointed look Jack shot at her, and gave him a hug.
The machines newly attached to the boy started to beep. The boy on the table gave a choking cough and gasped for air, his body straining at the straps keeping him on the table.
Maddie ran back to the table and grabbed a syringe from a nearby cabinet, filling it from a small jar of clear liquid before jabbing it none to gently into the boy’s arm.
The choking stopped, and the body relaxed, proof the drug was taking effect. Danny’s eyes stayed on the boy’s face, studying it as well as trying not to look at the needle his mother still held. He was a bit queasy at the force she had used in dispensing the drugs; it couldn’t have needed that much power to break the boy’s skin. It looked thin to begin with, and Danny knew needles were sharp…
His parents waited a few more seconds, to be sure the drug kicked in, before leaving the boy and walking over to the Stasis Chamber. They weren’t sure how it had broken, but they wanted to see the extent of the damage to the equipment surrounding the chamber.
Danny walked to the side of the table and looked down at the teen’s face. He didn’t seem dangerous…
As Danny watched the boy, he saw eyes begin to open very slowly… as if his eyelids were too heavy to lift. Danny was holding his breath as they fully opened, revealing beautiful, stunning green eyes.
The boy blinked slowly, and turned his gaze towards Danny, his foggy eyes questioning.
“Jack! He’s awake!”
Danny felt himself pushed to the side as Maddie took his place at the side of the bed, excitedly running hands over the head and face of the teen.
Jack wasn’t far behind his wife, clipboard in hand as he wrote down observations on the first behavior of the subject.
Danny was a bit hurt when his mother pushed him aside, her attention fully fixed on the green-eyed teen, but even more then he was hurt, Danny was angry. Couldn’t his parents see that they were scaring the boy? Those green eyes were so full of fear Danny wanted to hit his parents for not recognizing it.
The boy gave a small, fearful sound that tore Danny’s heart… “Mom…”
“Hmmm? I’m busy right now Danny, why don’t you go ahead and go order pizza for you and your sister.”
“But Mom…”
This time it was Jack who answered. “You heard your mother Danny, go on and get some pizza or something, this isn’t where you need to be at the moment.”
Danny’s hurt overrode his anger for the moment and he quickly left the lab, turning his eyes from the hurt, green pleading ones belonging to the boy on the table.
Danny passed Jazz as he fled up to his room, slamming his door with as much force as he could muster. He hadn’t known that his parents were working on something like that before… he knew that they’d been trying to create a being out of pure ectoplasm, but this creature had something else in him. Something more then just ectoplasm, he’d seen the elements combined; there had been three things… Ectoplasm was a given, he knew that. The second substance he wasn’t sure about. It had been yellow, and just as gelatinous as the ectoplasm, and he was pretty sure that it had to have some kind of organic property in it. The last had been electricity. No mistaking that one either, it had kind of fused the other two substances together, been the binding agent, or the glue, that held the two together long enough for the ectoplasm to absorb the yellow stuff.
Or something like that.
Danny slammed his fist against the wall. Regardless of the fact that it was an experiment, it looked like a human, and Danny was upset that his parents showed none of the respect towards the boy that they showed towards anyone else.
It was like… the kid didn’t really matter, that he was just a tool, or a machine to be torn apart to see what was inside…
It hurt…
Danny didn’t know why he felt so adamantly towards this kid… but the pull was too hard to ignore, and too interesting to resist, and truth be told...
Danny didn’t want to.
He had never really found anything that interested him. Sports were obviously out; the jocks had made sure of that. He wasn’t a math whiz, and he didn’t really do that well in science other then the specific region of ghostly substances and their uses. He wasn’t a writer, other then the occasional entry in his journal or mandatory essay for school, and while he wasn’t tone deaf, nor did he have a bad voice, music wasn’t a passion either.
Art? No, no art. The best Danny could do there was a couple of stick figures killing each other with stick knives. Even if that HAD gotten him first place in an anonymous art contest, he didn’t think that there was anything after that for him in the art world.
This kid though… he pulled at Danny’s curiosity like nothing ever had before. Danny wanted to learn about this boy, and the process that made him.
What had been an interesting, if stalker like, yearning for a couple strands of the kid’s hair, had become a burning desire to know him. To teach him how to be human, to show his parents that everyone mattered. Even if that someone was an experiment…
Danny’s thoughts kept him up late into the night. He had ignored his parent’s voices outside his door, and after a bit they had given up and gone to bed, leaving Danny with his thoughts.
Danny spent most of the time curled up on his bed. Not thinking, or moving, or anything, just staring at a spot on his wall, time ticking by as his body grew stiff from lack of movement. It was later in the night when Danny pushed his stiff body into a standing position, wincing at the pain that shot through his legs as the blood was allowed to rush into them.
After a minute to steady his legs, Danny quietly opened his door and crept down the hallway, carefully avoiding the squeaky spots on the floor as he stepped down the stairs, pausing on each one to listen for his family.
Once Danny made it to the bottom of the stairs, his steps became a bit less cautious, and a bit more hurried. He reached the door to the lab and quietly opened it, slipping inside and closing it quickly. Giving his eyes a second to adjust to the lack of lights, Danny listened for the sound of breathing. He heard it; it was soft, but it was there.
His eyes were able to see the outline of the medical table the boy had been laid on, and he carefully made his way there, stepping softly so he wouldn’t startle the teen.
Danny reached the side of the bed and peered as best he could at the teen on the bed. Because there wasn’t much light, there wasn’t much to see, but Danny could make out the outline of the kid’s face. His hand went to the white hair and stroked it softly, running from the forehead down to where it pooled on the bed beside the boy’s head. With a swift twist of his wrist, Danny plucked a few of the white hairs and wrapped them around his fingers. He wasn’t prepared for the whimper that followed.
Danny’s eyes snapped up to see green ones blinking at him. Danny held his breath, he didn’t think the boy was dangerous, but his mother had pulled him away with such force earlier that he couldn’t be sure the kid wasn’t.
Danny heard the whimper again, this time a bit louder and more plaintive, as if the boy were asking for something. Danny raised his hand to the boy’s face and lightly rested fingertips against a pale cheek. The boy seemed to relax under his touch, leaning into it and closing his eyes, slipping back into sleep with the comfort of touch.
Danny waited a bit before removing his hand; this boy was like a little kid! He didn’t seem to know how to talk, or what was happening to him or around him, how could his parents not see that? This boy was like a baby! His only language that of small sounds and his only comfort that of touch…
Danny’s fist clenched at his side, he would get his parents to let him be around this boy, and maybe they would even let him teach the kid how to talk. No-one deserved to be treated like they didn’t matter…
No-one.
Danny knew from experience with bullies what it felt like to not matter. No-one would come to your rescue; the adults looked away, your peers gazes slid over you… because you didn’t matter.
Danny wouldn’t let ANYONE else feel that way if he could help it. It wasn’t right, and he knew how much it hurt.
Danny walked back up to his room with a plan in mind, the white hair still wrapped firmly around his fingers.
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