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Kindred Spirits Complete	By : RedelliaValentinos Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 507 -:- 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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Danny half expected his sister to be sitting up and waiting for him when he got home.
She wasn't.
He expected to be scolded right there by the door for the ungodly hour of return.
He wasn't.
He expected a lecture. A speech about letting her know when he was going to be out late. Or maybe a rant about them fooling around before they're even married.
But there wasn't one.
She was in bed when he came home. She was awake, but she didn't get up. She didn't bother him. She let him enter the house without recourse. Let him go into his room without poking her head out into the hallway to greet him. And she put headphones on when he started snarling into his own wrist; he heard the volume of her music increase.
When he gets up the next morning, around 10:30, she's seated at the kitchen table with a cup of coffee nestled in her hands. She doesn't look at him. Her facial expression is a dulled one. One of mournful acceptance and depression. She lets him pour himself a bowl of cereal and sit down across from her. He gets a few bites in before she speaks.
"You're graduating in two weeks."
Danny nods, "I know."
"You'll want to get packing, soon."
He takes another bite of his cereal, but chews more slowly.
"You're not gonna lose your shit and cry and throw a fit like last time?"
Jasmine sighs and sets her cup down on the table, "You were gone for six hours."
"And?"
She shrugs. "It's time. ...we'll need to tell mom and dad that you're moving out."
Danny continues on his cereal, chewing slowly to let his mind stew on her words.
"How do we do it?" He asks quietly.
"I was thinking... ...you don't like parties."
He shakes his head, "No. I don't."
"Well, how about over a dinner? We could go out. Make an evening of it. And in a public place, they'll be less likely to make a scene."
"...should we invite Vlad?"
Jasmine winces and sets her coffee cup down, "That's entirely up to you. ...in your shoes, I honestly don't know what I'd do. On the one hand, he'd offer some emotional support. On the other hand, if mom and dad do snap, it might not be good to have the cradle-robber right there in front of them. ...but it's up to you."
"...I think he'd wanna know. He'd probably wanna be there."
"Then invite him. I'll arrange it. Any preference on the restaurant?"
"No."
She grunts in acknowledgment.
The spoon clinks against the bowl and he sits there nervously. "So... Just like that?"
"Just like that."
"...wow."
Jasmine shrugs again, "You're both consenting adults and neither of you are bound by the laws of nature. I still would've preferred it if you'd waited until you're married before engaging in coitus, and even though I'm not really ready to be an aunt, I accept it."
Danny's mouth hangs open in shock. She takes another sip of her coffee.
"Geez, at least let me get him pregnant, first."
She blinks, "Wait, you guys didn't actual-"
"-No! Don't get me wrong, I wore him out pretty good, but that's it!" There's a sense of mortification in even hinting at their activities with her. It's not exactly suitable breakfast conversation.
Jasmine gawks, "And you're here?! Danny, you can't just- ...wow, you're an idiot."
"What?!"
Standing up, she turns to put her mug in the sink, and then leans back against the counter to face him, "Does the phrase 'love 'em and leave 'em' mean anything to you?!"
"Well, yeah, but we didn't actually get to that part."
"That doesn't matter! You still need to go back!"
"What for?! It's not like he told me to stay overnight!"
'He didn't get the chance.'
'Shut up!'
"Danny, unless you're explicitly told to be gone in the morning, it's kind of expected that you're gonna be there when he wakes up! I mean, regardless of whether or not you actually got to home base, would you want to wake up alone?!"
The halfa's eyes fog over at the question, half of his mind considering the question itself while the other half tries connecting wires he's never used before.
"Danny!"
"I'm thinking!"
Something swats him in the back of the head. But it's not Jasmine.
Jasmine drags him out of his seat and hauls him to the door, "That's not your cue to think, that's your cue to leave!" she snatches his hoodie off the wall behind the door, "Go!"
"What am I supposed to do?!"
"Be there! Curl up with him! Make him breakfast! Something!"
He pulls his sweater on and opens the door to leave, only for her to grab his shoulder and pin him back.
Holding up a finger, millimeters from his face, "And don't just sit there in front of the TV and wait for him to get up. That's worse than not being there. It'll make you look insensitive and bored, it'll make him feel lonely, it'll make him feel like he isn't worth anything, and given that you two are going to be living together, it'll piss him off."
"You're giving me relationship advice? Is there something I should know about?"
"OUT!"
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Vlad is still asleep when he gets back to the house. By some stroke of luck.
He doesn't understand the finer nuances of being with someone yet. Danny figured they'd both learn as they go. And though he'd snapped at Phantom, the creature was right. The man really didn't have a chance to voice whether he wanted him there come morning.
Danny decides that his sister has a point, too. When he really thinks on it, he realizes that he, at the very least, would want Vlad there if their roles were reversed.
Leaning in the man's bedroom doorway, the concept of waking up with someone is becoming appealing rather quickly. He's used to cuddling, already. Plasmius makes a great cuddler. Is this really any different? And Vlad hasn't moved an inch since Danny put him to bed the night before, so, when in Rome...
He settles in under the blankets quickly and curls up next to the older halfa, resting his head just under his chin to soak up the warmer body heat. He figured he'd just lay there with him until he woke. He doesn't expect to suddenly be so comfortable that he can't keep his eyes open. He slept almost nine hours. He's had breakfast already. But his battery drains itself before he even realizes it.
...Vlad snaps awake at 1:33. Abruptly sitting up, half in a panic, he pushes the blanket down and pulls his shirt up to check.
The spell is active, though unchanged. He's not in a precarious position. He breathes a sigh of relief. And then feels his mood sour. He's not... His heart wavers a little and aches in his chest.
'Why am I upset? Why am I afraid?'
Plasmius makes no sound towards him. It hears him. But it's without its own answers.
A groan resounds next to him. An arm wraps around his midsection and pulls him back down. His head hits the pillow with a quiet whuff and he stares wide-eyed at the ceiling as Danny resets, curling back up with him. The boy's a lot stronger than he thought and... Wait...
"You stayed?"
Danny sighs contently, "No, I went home and Jazz yelled at me to come back."
Vlad rolls his eyes. "Of course she did."
Danny's eyes open and he sits up slowly to look down at him, "Did you not want me to stay?"
"I don't know," Vlad rises and leans back against the headboard, "I've never made it this far, before."
He gathers the blanket back up to his waist and sits with his hands in his lap, fidgeting with his fingers and completely unsure of what to do with himself. Danny sees an array of conflicted emotions flash across his eyes. He can feel his energy wobbling awkwardly.
"I'm sorry. For all of my fields of expertise, this isn't one of them," he pauses as a rush of wet warmth runs through him and he blushes slightly, "To say nothing of the clean-up."
Danny's nose twitches faintly, detecting that same field again, but it's raining.
"I've made my attempts, of course. But nothing ever came to fruition," he utters, sounding pained to admit it. Thunder rumbles distantly over that field, unhealthy and unwieldy. Danny hates it.
"Look," Danny starts, "This is all new to me, too. But this is brand new for me. And I just got a hard and fast education from my vanilla sister. I get that you've had bad experiences in the past, and I'm not trying to write those off or ask you to push them aside. But you actually smell depressed. So..."
Vlad looks at him, nervous.
"What happened?"
"...you seriously want to hear about my failed conquests?"
"Honestly?"
The man nods.
"No, I don't, because just like Frostbite, it means someone else got to you before I did. And I still need to pay him a visit."
Vlad smirks. He can see the reasoning.
"But it's clearly bothering you. Which means it will affect me, and talking can sometimes help. And we both know what happened the last time you tried to bottle something up."
Vlad's eyes drift downward in thought. It interests him that Danny clearly doesn't want to know about his past encounters, but has observed the hurt and is willing to listen. He's asking to be told, despite obvious potential jealousy issues. He's willing to put himself through that, willing to make himself angry and then restrain himself if it will make him feel better.
"I'm afraid there isn't much wood left for that fire. There isn't much to discuss. Just several attempts for release that ended with me being blue-balled. For a myriad of reasons, so they claim. Everything from 'being late for an appointment' to 'I just remembered X, Y and Z.' Whatever the excuse was, they ran off. But I think they all knew that there's something wrong with me. That, combined with the nature of my needs... It's an ugly combination."
"There's nothing wrong with you, though."
Vlad turns his eyes up to him, the oceans polluted and gray. "Isn't there?"
Danny sighs and scoots close, "Look, 'wrong' means there's something broken. Something that needs to be fixed. There's nothing in you that's broken, so there's nothing to fix. You're not wrong, you're just different. They probably picked up on that, and if they didn't wanna try something new, then that's on them."
A new mix of emotions swells within his chest and Vlad keeps his eyes down to avoid giving it away.
"The world is full of incompatible morons with impossible expectations and no leeway, and that's probably what you ran into."
"Yes, but, every single one?"
"Hey, I stopped counting Tucker's dates after the thirty-fifth try. He wasn't even looking to get to home base. He just wanted a kiss."
"And where does that leave you?"
Danny tilts his head. "What do you mean?"
"With you? What number am I?"
"You're the first. Why?"
Vlad's shoulders rack with laughter. "Yeah, okay."
Danny smiles at the noise, but he's confused. "What?"
"You would have me believe that, after all of last night, I'm your first?"
"...yes?"
"Where the fuck did you learn that?!"
"Online articles and instructional videos," Danny grins, "The internet has everything. You'd be amazed how many women complain their men don't know what they're doing."
"Spare me. Please."
They both laugh and Danny drags him back down to the bed, pulling him close and basking in the warmth. The sun pierces the clouds overcasting the fields as Vlad's core energy perks up. His scent refreshed, his heart settled, everything is right, again.
"And of course you'd land yours on the first try," the older halfa chuckles.
"Who's got jealousy issues now?"
"I'm entitled."
"Hey, is this a bad time to tell you I graduate in two weeks?"
Vlad's laughter siezes in his chest.
"And we still need to tell my parents that I'm moving out. Jazz was thinking of doing that over dinner at some point, and I'd like you there."
He'll be locking himself in with a young imp. An imp that's headed for a rut, he knows not when. And his spell is still active.
"...uh oh."
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