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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 moment they've been waiting for comes on a Saturday morning. They're taking a break from their routine, both holed up in the library. He, with his knitting, she, with more cocao and a book. He's about halfway through a row on a new blanket, and she's about halfway through her cup when they hear the scream. Tired from a long month, Jasmine doesn't notice right away. Vlad bolts from the couch, out into the foyer and down the hall to Daniel's room.
He nudges the door open as quietly as he can. On the bed, the boy sits. Wide-eyed, upright, shaking. The monitor on the nightstand is practically screaming. Vlad swallows, pulls the door shut and leans his forehead against the wood to think. He wants to go in there and hold the child. Comfort him. Tell him it'll be alright. But at the same time, he knows he's a foreign face. Daniel doesn't know him. ''It's okay, son, you're just half dead, and you're not the only one'' is not how he wants them to meet. It would certainly be one hell of an introduction, but he wants to peel the band-aid off slowly, not tear it off. His instincts are demanding he go in and provide comfort. Ultimately, after a few minutes, his logic wins. Let his sister start on him, first.
As if on cue, he hears soft steps behind him. "He's awake?" She says eagerly.
Vlad composes himself and straightens. "He's conscious, he's upright, he's distressed, and I think it would be best if you went in, first. Better he see a familiar face before a stranger."
Jasmine nods, perhaps a little too excitedly, in his opinion, but he steps aside and opens the door. The redhead darts past him almost immediately. "Danny! Yo-... Danny?"
The silence worries him. He opts to enter despite his initial intent. What his eyes meet next shatters the resolve inside. He takes it in, anyway. Daniel Fenton is staring at his own arms, which are switching between visible and invisible, without command or control. He's turning his arms over slowly, examining the change while his heart rate increases further. It's a basic ability in terms of ghost powers, and even for him, was the ability that manifested first.
"Vlad," Jasmine tugs at his sleeve desperately, "Vlad, what's wrong with him?!" Because he knows all she sees is her brother partially fading in and out of reality.
The elder halfa manags to disconnect her grip from his sleeve and walks up to the side of the bed. "How do you feel?" he asks, and then mentally kicks himself. Of all the stupidest questions he could have asked...
"I can see my blanket through my arms."
Vlad nods. "Comes with the territory, I'm afraid."
"I can see my blanket through my arms."
"I heard you...and, no, you're not going insane."
Danny looks up at him with terrified cyan eyes. "I can see my blanket," he starts to hiccup, "through my arms!" The dam bursts and he breaks, shoulders wracking violently and Vlad doesn't fight his instincts anymore. He's sitting on the edge of the bed before he realizes it, pulling the boy close. Into as tight of an embrace as he physically can, trying to relax the smaller shaking body against his own frame. The fit he attempts to trap and hold rattles against him and his heart wants to tear itself apart.
"I know," he whispers, starting a gentle rock, "I know." The sway doesn't help the confused sobbing at all.
"I'm sorry," the halfa fails to fight the tears from welling up and running down his face.
"I'm sorry," he can't help repeating it.
"I'm sorry." Over and over, in a steady and consistent mantra.
"I'm sorry." The apology he never got, in all those years in the hospital.
"I'm sorry." The two words he was rightly due, so eager for, so desperate to hear, was ready to beg for, and still wants, he was denied.
"I'm sorry." The mental anguish and frustration that followed and manifested into a hardened exterior that could grind diamonds into dust.
"I'm sorry." In that moment, he felt robbed.
"I'm sorry." Robbed of closure, of sanity.
"I'm sorry." He knew what not hearing those words could do to a person that needed them. And so long as he is able, he won't deny Danny those words. Sometimes, a simple apology is all that's needed to start recovery.
"I'm sorry."
...minutes pass, and he can feel that while the boy's physical strength is fading, his core has the power to keep him in this state for hours. "Jasmine," he calls out to the girl, acknowledging her after so long. He turns his head to look at her and sees she's just as broken and confused as her brother. But it's all for the wrong reasons. She stands, palms practically glued over her mouth as she tries to make sense of everything and possibly tries to think of a way to help.
"Miss Fenton," he says, a little louder. The redhead blinks once and snaps to attention, "In the nightstand, behind me. The blue box."
She bolts to the stand and pulls the drawer open, finding a blue plastic box.
"Open it."
She does, and he can feel her breathing hitch, a sudden burst of fear coloring her energy. He unwinds an arm from the crying mess in his hold and reaches behind to her. "I'll explain in a moment, just give it to me."
The hesitation rattles him, but he can't snap at her. He feels a plastic tube being set into his hand and feels a sense of relief. A syringe, albeit a small one. She's rendered silent as he pulls the cap off the needle with his teeth and she quickly moves around to see, just in time to watch him slide the point directly into a vein in Danny's arm. The reaction is almost immediate. The violent tears sputter to a halt and his body quickly stills. A hard shudder rattles his spine and he goes limp in Vlad's arms. The elder halfa hands her the empty syringe.
"There, now. That's better," he gently lays the boy down, pulling the blanket back up over his chest and brushes several flyaways out of Danny's face.
"What was that?" She asks.
"A small, but powerful sedative. He'll be out for the rest of the day."
"What?! But he just woke up! You're putting him out, again?!"
Vlad sighs and stands up. "If I hadn't, he would keep going, long into the night. He needs a little more rest after the shock."
"Vlad," she bites, danger and warning dripping off of her tongue, "what is wrong with my brother?!"
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