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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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Jasmine has her hands full trying to keep her brother upright. The moment he was dressed, he was on his fee- er, hooves, trying to walk. He's an absolute terror just trying to leave her room. Her lamp is broken, her chair tipped over, her desk is pushed several feet out of place and her nightstand and all that it contained is all over her floor. And then, once out of her room, came a new challenge. One completely unintended.
The hallway is narrow enough for her father, too narrow for someone that's just doubled in weight and grown two and a half feet.
Factor in the tail, and multiple photo frames fall from the walls in rapid succession.
When he reached the first steps of the stairway, he halted in his tracks. Already unsteady enough and wound up by his state, he'd stared at the stairs for several minutes and chittered awkwardly. Already frazzled by the entire situation, and suddenly grateful that Vlad was in their life and willing to take him off her hands, Jasmine decided to be a brat. Just once.
She gave him a push.
Danny tumbled down the flight rather ungracefully, screeching in protest. When he landed at the bottom, he turned his head to her and hissed at her. From there, he started trying to get up again.
From stumbling around her room to stumbling around the house, just trying to get his footing. Everything is new and still the same all at once. It's his body. His bones. His tail. But his mind tunnels and the lights dim inside. So he has to rely more on instinct. They have to rely on instinct.
The whiny, loud, red haired creature...
'Packmate.'
'Packmate.'
It...she screeches at him whenever he falls. It's not like he enjoys the stumbles, either. He falls a lot. Though his body is the same, it's so much more. His weight distribution is off. He has to relearn how to move his tail. Where and when to sway so that he can maintain balance and not fall over. Several hours are lost to it.
Danny even tries maneuvering around the coffee table, only to faceplant the carpet. His head hurts.
'Get up.'
'Get up.'
The red creature throws something square and blue down where he fell. When he falls again, His head doesn't hurt so much. That strange blue thing is soft under him. When he realizes he's in less pain, he lays there with it for a few minutes. He chirps lightly, enjoying the plush comfort.
And then something knocks behind him.
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"We didn't mean to miss your call, we were just busy!"
Jasmine waves Tucker off, "It's fine. I managed."
"Do you still need help?"
"Uh..." she pauses to think, "How much do you guys actually know about what's going on with Danny?"
Sam and Tucker look at eachother for a moment.
"You mean, other than the fact that he's half dead and has a tail?" the goth clarifies.
Jasmine grunts. "Okay, you know enough. He's taller now. Like, a lot taller, and, uh, he's... He's just... He's a lot... He's just more. There's more of him."
"Well, he was already pretty tall in his other form," Sam voices, "How much taller are we talking?"
"He's bigger, too."
"Okay, how much bigger?"
"Well..." Jasmine bites her lip and pulls the door open further to let them in.
They enter just as Danny is rising to his hooves. This time, he hangs his tail lower so that he can lean forward. He tries his purchase and shifts his weight to turn, finding the movements far easier to control. Dancing around the coffee table makes it an even tighter fit than the hallway, but he finally gets himself standing for more than a few seconds. It's a little awkward, being so large in a space so small. He turns around fully to face the new voices.
"Uh..." Sam swallows, "okaaaay. Wow."
"That's a lotta Danny."
The halfa leans forward, eyes wide and bright, sniffing at them. Catching whiffs of ozone, Irish Spring, and dry grass from him, and an overwhelming wall of lavender with hints of soil off of her.
The scents seem right. They conceptually match the lifeforms in front of him. There's no cause for suspicion or hint of danger. They're familiar, but in the moment, irrelevant.
"He's a bit more... Primitive? Prehistoric? Primal?" Jasmine approaches and offers out her wrist for him to refocus, and he follows, "I'm really not sure what to call it."
"Well, whatever you call it, Vlad is gonna lose," Tucker quipped.
The goth rolls her eyes and glares at him. "Really?"
The techie throws his arms up in defense, "Hey, I'm just saying that this," he motions to all of their friend, "this is built to win. Okay? This is a midnight jockey ride Vlad hasn't even seen the horse for, yet."
Sam buries her face in her hands and groans. "I didn't need that."
"So, how long is he supposed to stay like this?"
Jasmine grunts as Danny lifts off the floor and floats over to the few crooked frames hanging on the walls.
"I honestly have no idea. I'm pretty sure it's temporary, given that his other form was."
"I hope it is, or this is gonna be one hell of a bombshell. With everybody. Your parents, the police, the college dean, every scientist from here t-"
"-Tuck, I know. Believe me, I know. It's just one more reason for him to move out."
"That's not even your biggest problem," Sam cuts in, "What the hell do we feed him until then? I mean, it's not like there's a book or a how-2 video or a 'Caring for an eight-foot demon Danny' magazine."
The redhead tilts her head. "Well..."
"...you're kidding. There's a book for that? For this?!" Tucker jerks his arm up to point at the halfa chittering at the pictures.
"Maybe. If you can find a ghost yeti."
Tucker's arm slumps to his side, "Yeah, that figures."
"So... We're kind of up a creek, here..." the goth hums.
"With no paddles, a hole in the boat, malaria and an alligator on our tail," the redhead replies.
They stand and stare at him for a while.
Jasmine doesn't know what to see, other than her brother, just upgraded and dangerous.
Sam is torn between seeing a freak of nature and a strange thing of unnatural beauty.
Tucker sees him for what he is. All of those things, and more. Superior strength. Potentially immeasurable power. But not in the traditional sense. More like a brand new shiny train engine barreling down the tracks full speed, but with someone tied up and screaming at the other end.
"On the upside, at least there's only two of them," the techie muses.
"Well..."
"What?"
"There is one small caveat." Jasmine says.
"Which is?"
"They can reproduce."
Sam's eyes narrow in confusion, "Big deal. So can we. I mean, they're both still half human, so that's kind of expected. Right?"
"Well, yeah, except that if the wrong jockey gets on the horse, it's not going anywhere, in this case."
"...uh..."
"Okay. Athena came out of Zeus's head, Dionysus came from Zeus's thigh, and Loki had Odin's horse."
"...nope, still nothing," Tucker says.
"Male seahorses do most of the work?"
"..."
"..."
"Pipefish? Sea Dragons?"
"...well, if you're looking to become a naturalist, then-"
"-Oh, for God's sake! They can reproduce! With each-other! They have the parts! They both have a uterus! Meaning that whatever we do and whatever we hope for and no matter how much we duck and cover, there's eventually gonna be more of them and I told them to at least wait for the wedding, but I'm not convinced they're gonna make it that far and I don't wanna be an auntie yet and I don't want an older brother even if he's an in-law and I don't even know how we're gonna explain this to mom and dad! Why is this so fucking hard to grasp?!"
"..."
"..."
"Well?! Say something!"
"...twenty bucks says Vlad gets pegged, first."
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Sounds ripple by through the minutes as he's studying the faces on the walls. It's a lot of noise, really. A lot of yelling. He peers down at them once, sees the red haired thing pulling on her own hair. Odd. But not too odd. Everyone else is calm. Collected. Muted, even. Which is fine.
The environment is crowded. The ceiling is too low. The stairs are too close. Their path is too narrow. The voices are jumbled. Incomplete. Though, the longer he hears, the more it starts to seep in. Little rolls of air over bone, fluttering in throats, shifts in mood and more. ...it's becoming easier to understand. Like a strange fog had wrapped itself around the mind, but is clearing itself away. It's just taking its sweet time about it.
Clarity trots around the edges as his eyes flick from one voice to another. He notices more detail. Catches more movements. Clothing rustles in time. Hearts beat in misaligned succession. The space is alive, however foreign the concept may be, but, again...incomplete. He looks around for one more. One more voice. One more brushing of fabric. One more color of hair. It's not there. He doesn't even know who he's looking for. Just that he's looking for someone. Someone that has all of those things.
Slowly, he drifts down to the floor. Trying to track something that's not even there, he sniffs at the air and bends down to glare at the ground. Stalking around warbling life forms and sedentary furniture, the carpeting silences his steps.
He thinks he bumps something. But whatever it was, it didn't seem to protest. He turns around, far smoother and faster than his first attempt around the table, and leans in towards the sounds.
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"What is he doing?" Sam speaks softly to avoid startling him.
Danny's eyes flicker as he's mere inches from her face. His nostrils flare and he pulls back slightly.
Jasmine follows the behavior.
He repeats the same process with Tucker, as unnerving as the humans find it to be, then sniffs at her. But his face sours some.
"Maybe he's looking for Vlad?" The geek suggests, and the halfa's eyes brighten.
"...V... V... V... Vl..." his tongue twists in his mouth trying to form the sounds. Uncomfortably, almost enough to hurt. He visibly fusses over the letters, erratically tilting his head to accomodate the locution. A bit like watching a cat struggle over a piece of hair in its mouth. He backs away and stomps a hoof against the floor in frustration and his tail lashes dangerously.
'Let me talk! I know how!'
'I can't talk! I don't know how!
"Is he having a stroke?"
"No, it just seems harder for him to verbally communicate, at the moment. He's barely gotten a word out since this particular change." Jasmine reaches for him despite his lip curling back at the hindrance. She carefully takes his larger hands into hers to calm him down.
"Hey, don't force it. It'll come."
His temper wavers and fizzles. His tail gradually sways less. He stops trying to speak.
"Both of you, go upstairs and grab the blanket off my bed. Just throw it over the banister and stay out of sight."
She waits out their steps, holds his hands until she hears the fabric hit the floor next to her.
Picking it up as quick as she can, "I am going to wrap this around you, and you're gonna try to change back."
There's no more sounds from him. No more chattering or clicking. No more fuss. Jasmine swings the blanket around him and he remains still to let her. He settles under the plush weight and soaks up the warmth. It takes him a moment or three. But his bones tingle inside, cold air displaces, and a black ring appears and splits over him. It's much faster than the first time and he falls to the floor in surprise.
"Oh, thank fucking God! That was a nightmare!" Danny barks, breathing heavily, "It was fine at first, but then I felt like we were beating my head against two different walls at once!"
"Uh...we?"
Danny groans as his head begins to throb, "Part of my ghost side is sentient. And before you freak, Vlad's got it way worse than we do. You could kickstart your career on Vlad."
'Oh. Great. The millionaire my brother's gonna marry, and my brother, both have schizophrenia.'
She'll hold her concerns for later.
"At least you're okay. That's what's important."
Danny rubs at the back of his head, "We gotta work on that if we're gonna share."
'Sorry!'
"It's fine, I'm not upset. But I think we need to split the steering up a bit," Danny winces at the headache and realizes he's being stared at, "...what?"
Jasmine grumbles, "You need help."
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