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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 ride is long. Hours long. They don't stop. Sure, the limo's plush seating is beginning to gnaw at his tailbone. But they're not stopping. He's going home, and for the next several months, he's going to be sharing that home. He's going to be caring for a youngling halfa. The notion leaves a foul taste in his mouth. Not that he's no longer the only one of his kind, but that the other is a child. A boy who belongs in school, looking for a date and fussing over homework. Not trying to grasp the concept that he's worse than dead.
Vlad settles for stretching out across the seats, finding the position a little kinder. The war he's waging on his spine is worth it. More than worth it. But he'll need to be able to stand up if he wants to get his new ward settled into a room.
He's just dozing off when the limo finally slows in a familiar turn, and the bumpy blacktop of the highway is replaced by smooth pavement. It would normally take him a moment to get upright, but he's not about to waste any time with what's waiting. He bolts upright, ignores the raging sting in his vertabrae as they crack back into position and pushes the door open.
''Where do you want him, sir?'' one EMT asks.
Vlad goes and quickly gets the front doors of the mansion open, ''Ground floor, gentlemen. This way, please.''
They go inside, turning down a hall that usually leads to the servants' quarters. The halfa continues to find it all surreal, but can't dwell on it. Not until he has his new ward settled.
''Here,'' Vlad stops long enough to open a new door. The paramedics ignored the grand stonework and football memorbillia going in, but having seen it, the dark wood paneling on the walls of the new room does surprise them. They don't say anything, of course. It's not their place. But they push the stretcher straight to the bed. Vlad pulls a red comfortor aside just as they shift Daniel over. For just a second, he thinks the boy's expression softens upon contact with the plush mattress.
He pulls the cover back up, tucking the boy in and gently laying his arms across his stomach. He's careful to not jostle the I.V. line. The medics set up a monitor to keep track of his heart. Vlad wants to feel that it isn't necessary anymore, but he wants to be sure, first. Even if he knows what he's just brought home is another halfa.
"Will you be needing any additional equipment?" One holds out a clipboard and pen.
''No," Vlad signs the papers, "That'll be all. Thank-you.'' He passes the clipboard back.
He waits for them to leave, listening for the front doors shutting behind them. Studies the near comatose patient he's just taken on while the ambulance's engine revs and pulls away.
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After three days, the monitor's beeping is grating on his nerves. Vlad hates the sound, even if it proves a sign of life. His new ward doesn't really need it. But again, better safe than sorry. Daniel Fenton lays amongst the plush pillows of the bed, silent as the wind, body otherwise statuesque if not for his slow breathing. He's managed to get the boy's heart-rate up a smidgen more since the hospital, just a little, to 65 bpm. It's nearly bordering bradychardia, but it's far better than the original 24 lousy beats per minute. All he had done was deliver another jolt of energy to the younger's new ghost core.
Though still growing, it's nearly there, last Vlad checked. But it would still be another month. And the moment Daniel woke, Vlad would have to begin training him. Teaching him to control and harness his new abilities. Though still unconscious, the bitter cold of his growing core was already becoming a problem. More than once, Vlad has caught frost creeping down the bedding and across the floor. And more than once, he's had to light the fireplace to keep the room temperature up. It's not easy trying to light a fire when it's 32 degrees and dropping. And harder still when the fire succeeds in bringing warmth, as the source starts to fret slightly in his sleep. Anywhere above 45 degrees and Daniel gets distressed, heart beating faster than acceptable and sweat forming on his forehead. Vlad knows that in the long run, this makes sense. The ice core means his body temperature is much lower than a human's, now.
And as he leaned against the doorframe, wrapped up in his heavier robe and looking on but wary of the bitter chill, Vlad sighed, the weight of the situation dragging his mood down. He remembers his own accident with unfortunate clarity. He's partially glad he wasn't present for this one. But he's also upset at not being there. It might have helped. He might have answers for some of the questions he knows are just around the corner. He might have even been able to prevent it. The entire debacle meant that he had to delay the reunion by a few months; he needed time to teach the child. And though he didn't want to, Vlad saw to it that the Fentons received an invitation. They responded almost immediately. The elder halfa is dreading the event. Jack and Maddie are the last people he wants to see, at the moment.
"What have I gotten myself into?" His habit of burying himself in his work is as strong as ever, this work was just different.
Just then, on the bed, Daniel's eyelids twitched. Just a little. Just enough. Vlad felt elation in that little movement. He gulps and crosses the threshold of the doorway, into the cold, and settles into the easy chair he placed at the bedside. He decides he can suffer the chill. For a few minutes. The elder halfa begins to wonder what the boy will be like. He'll never get to know the human Daniel Fenton; the portal saw to that. And Vlad has to face that fact. He'll be attempting to get to know someone who's going to wake up and realize that everything is different. He'll be fighting with someone suffering confusion, depression, rage, and possibly even an existential and/or identity crisis. Vlad went through his own fits as a pissed-off adult, he can handle a fourteen year old going through the same phases.
...right?
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