Phantoms Eternal | By : RoseOSharon Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 1640 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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A/N: Please forgive me, my wonderful readers and reviewers. I have not been happy with this story for months. I was/am in the midst of a serious 'Where to do now' moment, as I have lost ALL my original notes on where I was going to go with this and how to get it there. I was/am STILL stuck on where to take this, so in a fit of temper, since I was planning to take down and re-work my Jonny Quest story, I removed this one as well.
If you reviewers find this story again, any suggestions on where I can take this -- I was thinking aliens, but can't remember how I was going to do it -- would be GRATEFULLY appreciated!
As you can tell from the warnings list, probably overly-cautiously warned and rated so far, this might be a yaoi, or it may not, though it started to have major leanings toward non-descriptive Pitch/Pearl -- Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom for those new to this fandom. I didn't know when I first started it and I still don't, so, depending on where I finally decide to go with this particular plot point, I may just take it down again and start over again. However, a written specific warning here, Midsummer Night's Dream, People! There is a lot of non-sexual contact that will make some readers uncomfortable, at the very least.
Goodness knows it does to those in the tale, but what can I do? It's integral to the plot.
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Complete And Total Fantasy
Danny Phantom
Phantoms Eternal
By Rose O’ Sharon
Somewhere In Wisconsin
The sound of labored breathing filled the darkened room, and the male figure on the couch shivered as another male all but crept up and placed a blanket over the shivering form.
“It’s not getting better, is it?” The figure asked, and the one in the bed coughed and shook his head.
“No,” he rasped, and gently touched the other male’s hand. “And neither are you. You’re colder than you were.”
“I think our time’s almost up,” the one standing said, and the one lying down nodded.
“Yeah,” he inhaled, and winced as pain constricted his chest. “I don’t want to die here.”
“I know. Me either,” the other male said, as he looked out the window, and watched as the sun’s rays fell on his pearl-colored hair, and slowly crawled over the figure on the couch until it finally passed his pitch-colored hair. “We’ve talked about going back to . . . you know, just see them for the last time, even if we don’t talk to them.”
“We can’t talk to them,” the dark haired figure, who looked, in the light, to be no more than a teenager, smiled sadly. “It’s been fifteen years, and we look the same . . .” he touched the long scar that ran from the other boy’s eyebrow to his mouth, then his own, and shrugged. “Well, maybe not exactly the same, Phantom, but they’ll certainly expect us to have aged at least.”
“Not to mention the other stuff,” The white haired male nodded, and gazed at his raven haired counterpart. “I’ll get us ready to go, then, Human . . .”
“You can’t fly us all the way there, you’d never make it. You’ll use too much energy,” the figure on the couch rasped, and clutched at his counterpart’s very cold hands in proof, and the other shook his head.
“Well, it’s not like we can take regular transportation, either, and any other way of approaching them would alert them to our presence. Remember, we supposedly died . . .” the other frowned, and his counterpart sighed, then coughed violently. The cold hand tightened around his warm one, and he gently held him upright until the spasm passed and the pain receded, and he finally nodded, though weakly.
“There’s more than one way of dying, and some are simply slower than others,” the raven-haired boy whispered as tears gathered in his eyes but didn’t fall, and he closed his blue eyes as the other male gently laid him back on the couch. “And fine on the . . . transportation, but you have to take rests.”
“Yes, I do. We’d never make it if I didn’t. When should we go?”
“No time like the present,” the figure on the couch said, and the other nodded.
“I agree, but we’re taking the blanket. You’re going to need it, Human.”
“Fine, Phantom,” the figure on the couch snorted. “But you might as well go through the ceiling. I’ll do the intangible thing . . .” he shifted as the other’s arms went under his body, pulled him and the blanket up, and pulled him close to him.
“Are you sure . . .”
“It’s not like I need to conserve the energy for much longer,” the boy the other had called ‘Human’, smiled and sighed as he rested his head on the other’s shoulder. “Just get us there.” He closed his eyes, and together, the two of them flew up, and literally went through the ceiling into the atmosphere.
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