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Kindred Spirits	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 206 -:- 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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The second gift is given first. A weighted blanket, colored in a deep blue. Danny falls in love with it right away, even if he struggles to convey his feelings. Vlad can see the look on his face, so he takes the stuttering without concern.
The other gift, much smaller and significantly lighter in weight, Vlad clutches in his hands for a moment and stares at it. Wrapped in the paper, it's not clear to Danny what it is. But Vlad knows better. And he bites back a nervous sigh as he passes it to the teen.
Danny takes it with care, feeling the contours of the item beneath his fingertips before tearing the paper open.
A black book cover greets him, plain and unmarked. Metal book corners glinting silver reflect in the light. The cover itself is made from a strange material that gives off a faint ethereal glow. He turns the book over once, looking at the back cover and spine for any sort of information. Finding nothing to indicate its contents forces Danny to open it up to the first several pages.
His eyes are bombarded with dates and numbers, labeled as oxygen saturation, blood pressure, beats per minute and rate of respiration. Times are recorded, neat and orderly, akin to a ledger, but reading like a hospital chart. There are small notes scribbled at random in the margins, with lines drawn between them and specific dates.
Ice core, needed boost. BPM now acceptable.
Left hand moved.
Reflexes good today.
No movement today.
Tried turning up the heat, he became distressed.
He turns the page and finds more of the same. Page after page, chart after chart, day after day.
"What is all of this?" Danny looks up at Vlad in confusion.
Vlad's eyes seem to cloud over and he motions for the youth to come over and sit next to him. Danny does, though thoroughly confused. When he's seated, the older halfa gently takes the book.
"When I was enduring my changes, I kept a journal on myself," he turns the pages slowly, moving through numbers, "Every adjustment, every new power, every jab of pain. I wrote all of it down. It was the only way in which I could find reason when there was so little of it to be had. I recorded everything, all the way back to my days in the hospital. I had no visitors, so there was plenty of time to devote to self-study."
Danny winces at 'no visitors.' Vlad notices.
"When you... When I brought you ho-... When I had you transferred to my home in Wisconsin, I started with a common notepad to track everything. It wasn't until after you woke that I moved everything into this. The first quarter of this book is set during your coma," he traces a finger along the edge of a page, "I made notes whenever I saw movement. Whether it was a finger, a hand, your eyelids, sometimes you turned your head on the pillow... I considered any movement to be good movement. So I made note of it."
There's a faint air of nostalgia emanating from him. Danny is unsure of how to interpret it. He doesn't see one being comatose as something to be nostalgic about.
Vlad skips a chunk of pages, clearly knowing the contents, and comes to a page featuring a rough, cartoonish, but proportionally accurate drawing of his ward. Danny tilts his head, examining it. He's been drawn with his left arm extended and a faint squiggly line running the length of the limb. Next to that, a larger, more crisp drawing of the lichtenburg they know to be permanently seared into his skin.
"When you finally came out of it, I was... Well, deep down, I was overjoyed to have you awake. To me, it meant the care I was giving you had worked. That I had done it right and succeeded. There's really no word in the english language to describe how I felt when you woke. Even if you had initially woken up screaming," Vlad swallows, "And then I realized what you were in for. I realized what was coming. All of the emotion and distress, the frustration and anger, the bitterness and headaches, the stress of our state. All piled onto a fourteen year old boy. Which meant that anything positive I felt was pushed aside to focus on getting you through it all. Even now, when you're so close to the end of it, I haven't taken the time to process any of it."
Danny leans against him, resting his head on a warm shoulder, looking on as the pages turned one at a time. Both of them reading at their own paces.
He flew for the first time, today! I was not expecting him to be in the air so soon! It took me three years to-
He's freezing things wherever he rests. I worry about the integrity of my furniture at times, but at least there's no bliz-
Half of the state is buried under ten feet of snow today, and all he did was sneeze at forty-nine thousa-
I didn't account for the portal. I didn't think he'd be so terrified of it, so I wasn't expec-
He gets on with Skulker better than I expected, and Skulker seems to be able to handle him. A good thing, too, as he's frequently too-
Frostbite has given me some useful advice, and some warnings. For one, I need to add raw meat to his di-
"You've been through a lot," Vlad says softly, "More than anyone ever should have to go through. And nearly all of it completely unrelatable. I never really got along with anyone I met, and your parents' distinct lack of remorse and visitation ensured that there was no drive to try. I felt that the world didn't need my presence, so I never really fought with trying to fit back into it. My experiences with it all have made me unable to imagine having what you have with your friends and your sister, and consequently, the agony of trying to go back to normal. And for that, I'm sorry I've been unable to help you. I know my answers today held no comfort."
Danny breathes slow and even, trying to control his emotions. Vlad takes a deep breath.
"That, of course, brings me to this," he pushes another bulk of pages over to what appears to be the final entry, "I promised you that I would tell you of this before you suffered through it."
Vessel Spell reads at the top of the page and is underlined in a dark ink, making Danny sit up. The writing only seems to take up one page. Vlad passes him the book.
"Read. What's in my journal was copied verbatim from the original texts. I've summarized the vast bulk of the original writings down to just this for you. I figured you wouldn't need all of the fanciful chatter. I certainly didn't. But I'll try to answer whatever questions I'm sure you're bound to have."
Danny looks at him in some surprise before Vlad stands and goes into the kitchen. "Your parents are uncultured heathens, but they do have coffee, and I need some. Read."
Danny blinks in his direction before looking back down at the book.
Vessel Spell
Where gender, to the living, is the defining factor to procreation, it simply defines the outer shell of spectral entities.
Procreation among stage two (S2) biologicals, or, spectral life forms, is quite rare. Yet all entities posses the ability. Most are of age upon death, and so the spell is already present upon manifestation. There have been some documented cases, though very few, of beings forming before becoming of age. The age at which S2 bodies must reach to gain the spell seems to variate. Consensus and history show either the year of eighteen or the year of twenty-one. Which age an individual entity must reach is of random determination. And so it is best to monitor for symptoms when approaching one's date of birth.
The manifestation of the spell builds the required organs for giving birth. Regardless of the entity's starting gender-
Danny feels like his eyes are going to pop out of his head and run into oncoming traffic. And the crudely drawn depictions scattering the pages aren't helping.
"Vlaaaad?"
"He didn't get very far at all."
'No, he didn't.'
"Yes, Daniel?"
"Does this part mean what I think it means?"
"Which part?"
"Um...the 'manifestation of the spell builds the required organs for giving birth' part. Is that... Is that serious?"
There's some clattering and clinking from the kitchen and the older halfa re-enters the living room with a steaming mug.
"Yes. The spell, in manifesting, literally grows the organs."
"...this sounds like it might be kind of painful."
Vlad sighs. "It takes about a week to complete, from start to finish, and, yes. It's an absolutely agonizing process. Quite literally because your insides are being rearranged to make room for new parts. It's like forcing extra pieces into a complete puzzle."
Danny physically winces at the description.
"It's absolutely grueling. First thing you'll feel will be akin to cramping, which will steadily get worse over just a few hours. Fever will set in by the next morning. You'll develop an atrocious headache as a result that will make shoving your skull into a wood-chipper seem rather appealing. And, unfortunately, that's just the first twenty-four hours, which will be the easiest."
Danny swallows. "What about the rest of the week?"
"The rest of week will feel like you're already in the wood-chipper along with about 20 boxes of rusted nails, glass, acid and salt. You'll likely crash afterwards and sleep for a week like I did. After that, you'll be perfectly fine. But that's why I want you under my roof when it happens. It might be easier to ride it out with someone there. There will be lots of screaming and cursing, and I tried to disembowel myself when I went through it. I can't trust that you won't try the same."
"And this is happening, whether I want it to or not?"
Vlad gives him a sorrowful look.
Danny gulps again. He's beginning to feel anxious and unsure of the whole thing.
"I'll be there for you when it happens. Don't worry."
Danny gives a faint, jittery nod of thanks. "So... What about female ghosts? Wouldn't they already... Wouldn't they have these parts already?"
Vlad shakes his head. "No. Ghosts are simply shells of their former selves. While there are exceptions, they usually take the overall shape they had in life. That shape does not include what was once within."
Danny wants to nod like he understands, but he doesn't. "But isn't what's inside part of what decides the shape?"
"Think of it this way. Take a box, put a ball in it and close the box. What shape is the ball?"
Danny shrugs out of reflex. "It's a ball. It's round."
"But does the ball being round control the shape of the box?"
"No. Why would it?"
"Exactly. The ball is the inner workings of the ghost, specifically while alive, and the box is the shell. The ghost itself. The ghost does not require the ball to be round or cubic, inflated or flat."
"But... That doesn't make any sense..."
Vlad shrugs. "Makes sense to me."
"Okay, fine. Forget the ball/box thing. Does this mean that... That I would..."
Vlad nods.
"And...you have..."
Another nod.
"So... This means I would have a... What is it called?"
Vlad sits down next to him. "It's called a uterus, Daniel," he takes the book and points to the drawings, "When the spell manifests, it builds a cervix, a uterus, the fallopian tubes and the ovaries."
"But, what about my....stuff?"
Biting back a chuckle takes Herculean effort.
"You'd still have it," the older halfa replies gently, "as you do now. But all of this would be inside. Which is why the spell has two parts: manifestation and activation. Manifestation, the spell grows the necessary organs. Activation, the spell makes the organs accessible. Activating the spell...well...that's when..." Vlad rubs at the back of his neck, "that part's kind of hard to explain."
Danny, red in the face and already barely believing what he's hearing, glares.
"Try me. I'm already being told I'm gonna have girl parts in addition to my junk. So, please. Try me."
"Uh, well..."
Danny folds his arms. "Well?"
"Well, activating the spell would...it would alter part of your external structure."
"Alter it how?"
Vlad sighs, "Activate the spell, and, your junk, as you so eloquently call it, would change to that of a female."
Danny blinks and the color drains from his face. "...what?"
"Oh, it would only be temporary," he taps his figure against a drawing, "Unless, of course, you became pregnant-"
"-What?!"
"-in which case, the spell would have to remain active until you gave birth."
Danny's eyes look like they're ready to fall out of their sockets at any moment.
Plasmius is sitting in a tense silence, afraid of Danny's reaction. Vlad is doing everything he can to not laugh. But in his defense, he's just told a seventeen year old male that he can become pregnant. There's a certain level of absurdity that comes with their existence, Vlad doesn't consider this as part of it. Clearly, by the pale face, dinner-plate eyes and dumbfounded and horrified expression, Danny does.
"I can get pregnant."
Vlad stands and nods, "Not yet, but once the spell manifests, you could. Yes. If you so chose to. As can I."
"I can get pregnant."
Vlad gives another nod, eyes narrowing in confusion. "Yes, but not yet. Did you not hear me?"
"I can get pregnant."
"I believe we've broken the boy."
"I think you're right," the halfa replies softly, "Daniel?"
"I can get pregnant."
"You better fix him or he'll be sitting there all night."
"I know. Daniel?" Vlad sets his mug down and goes to him, waving a hand in front of his face.
"I can get pregnant."
"Broken record."
"Cheap record."
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