#blind danny

As Kon rose from the bed, he did a quick sweep of the room. He wasn't a Bat, but he spent enough time around them to pick up a few practices. The room was simple, modest size, with a king bed pushed against the wall. The bed had a star patterned comforter, but on the desk, next to a bookshelf, was a pile of collage level books, and a number of space themed modles decorated the shelves, along with a few NASA posters. Whoever lived here definately had a thing for space. Next to the bed was a bedside lamp, on it a pill organizer with four slots empty, and on the floor on the same side was a large dog bed covered in a constellation pattern, and the word "Sol" embroidered on it, and it was then that Kon noticed a number of dog toys scattered across the floor, and a dog vest sitting on the desk chair. So the dog either didn't see him as a threat, was so friendly it didn't mind intruders, or the owner stopped the dog before it could think to attack him.

With his environment clocked, Kon finally paid attention to the rest of the appartment, listening further down the hall. He could hear quiet, almost silent, footfalls scurrying around, given the smell of butter and flour, the kitchen, along with the sizzle of something wet as it met a hot skillet, and the low clicking of animal nails on hardwood as the dog lazily followed after something hard, a ball perhaps.

Kon thought about just leaving, the window he presumably came in from was right there after all, but somehow that felt rude. He broke into this person's house and probably scared the crap out of them, at least a little bit, so the least he could do was not be a total ass and apologize. Hopefully they won't try to hold this over him somehow.

Carefully, Kon exited the bedroom, cautiously making his way down the stretch, passing the bathroom and a few pictures on the wall of three kids from the age of about 12 up to 18 where they were holding their highschool diplomas. Kon's lips quirked a bit at that, eyeing each picture fondly, slightly jealous of such a strong friendship. After looking at the pictures, and dodging dog toys as he walked, Kon exited the hallway and came into the kitchen, which opened into the living room and entryway, seeing as it was a small apartment. The living room was furnished with a simple dark blue couch atop a fuzzy off white rug, a small coffee table, a television sitting atop an entertainment center with a beat up gaming console beside it, another bookshelf next to the window, and three other dog beds, one next to the TV, and two by either side of the couch, with more dog toys sprinkled in. And then, Kon turned, coming face to face with the dog in question.

It, he?, was on the lager side of medium-sized with a slightly fluffy coat, and upright ears, he was a goldish looking coloring with a tiny bit of white on his chest. Kon didn't know enough about dogs to even guess at what breed he was, if he was even a purebred at all, but even if he couldn't be hurt by the dog, he didn't want to provoke him. Abandoned at the dogs paws sat some kind of open faced rubber ball, with what looked like food in it. The dog seemed to scrutinize Kon for a moment, before going back to the ball thing, shoving his nose inside to lick at more food, and Kon let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. And then a chuckle sounded behind him, and he whipped around.

"Sorry, Sol's a bit judgemental of strangers." Kon easily recognized the man, he was one of the kids in the photos, with black hair and eyes so bright blue they almost looked like they belonged in a cartoon. But he also looked slightly different in person, his hair was longer, not long-long, but enough for a short ponytail and his skin was pale and kind of sparkling, not like a Twilight Vampire, but almost like he was dusted in a light sheen of morning frost. He was taller than one would expect, but he was very skinny, almost like he didn't eat enough, but not to a sickly amount. "You're quiet, did he scare you? I'm sorry about that, he really is harmless. Well, harmless as any animal is at least."

Kon, realizing he was staring, quickly cleared his throat. "No- sorry. I'm still trying to wake up. Last night was, rough."

The man laughed easily and turned back into the kitchen where he went back to cooking, keeping his hand firmly on the counter as he moved to the stove. "I'd say, how'd you manage to mix up appartments so bad?" As he spoke he carefully poured the last bit of pancake batter on the griddle and moved to the sink, where he washed the bowl.

Kon shrugged. "I have no clue, it's been a stressful two weeks between- family drama and work."

The man, he really should ask for his name, snorted. "Been there, done that, moved out of state." He said breezily. "Are you going to stay an eat or do you want to get going? I made extra just incase but I can have the leftovers tomorrow if you just want to go home. Its just pancakes and some fruit I needed to cut up."

Kon hesitated. He didn't want to inconvenience this guy any more than he already did, but he was hungry, both from emotional exhaustion and physical exhaustion. Also, this guy was just, really nice, in a way that reminded him of Ma and Pa, just warm, welcoming, and nonjudgmental. Kon felt like he could tell this guy anything, which was a terrifying feeling to get from a stranger. "Breakfast sounds really good actually." He admitted.

"Have a seat and I'll bring it over." Kon did as told, shuffeling over to the island that seperated the kitchen from the entryway and sat down. "So, what can I call you? Because I've kinda just been referring to you as window guy in my head and its starting to get annoying. I'm Danny, incase you were having a similar problem."

Kon couldn't help it, he laughed shortly before sobering up. "Ah you don't recognize me, ouch!" He joked lightly, but he was confused. He was obviously one of the Supers, he was wearing the costume as everything.

Danny didn't look up from flipping the last pancake. "Are you famous or something?" He asked genuinely. "Because if you are I'm one of the last people who can recognize you on looks alone, since I'm blind."

Kon blinked in surprise. Blind, that was something unexpected, but then again, was it really? Kon thought back to the vest on the desk chair, and how it didn't look like any normal dog vest, and from where he sat, he could even see a cane standing near the door. There was also the way Danny moved, his carefully placed hands on the counters or fridge, every movement mindful even though it was his own home. It was subtle, but then again Kon really didn't know much about the blind community either so he didn't know what was normal. Not wanting the silence to linger and give the wrong impression, Kon kept talking. "No, I'm not famous I just get mistaken for one of the Wayne's sometimes, in Gotham, at first glance I kind of look like one of them so its a common mistake." He lied smoothly.

"Oooh, yeah I would never have made that mistake. I'm not completely blind, I can see a little bit and my left eye has more sight than the right, but I can't make out details like that unless I'm really close and trying really hard." Danny explained setting down the food, followed soon by the plates and cutlery. "Also, while I've been to Gotham a few times, my friend Sam is currently helping a- well known- er botanist, so I visit from time to time, but I've never even met a Wayne, nor can I recognize them. So, Mr. Not a Wayne, what is your name?"

Kon huffed a laugh, his friend was definitely in cahoots with Poison Ivy, so Danny probably has run into the Wayne's, or at least the Bats at one point and just hadn't realised. Helping himself to some pancakes, Kon answered his question. "My name is Conner, but everyone calls me Kon. It's nice to meet you."

Danny grinned at him, showing off slightly sharpened teeth. "Likewise Kon. Though next time, let's not meet with you climbing in through my window, yeah?"

Despite the bite of pancake in his mouth, Kon started laughing, already vowing to drag Danny to meet Tim, Cassie, and Bart, and maybe even Ma and Pa, because something tells him, they'd get on like a house on fire.

Notes:

-Due to Danny's accident, he lost a lot of his ability to see. His right eye is worse than his left, and he can still see a little bit, but hes very much legally blind. As Phantom/a Ghost he can see perfectly well, and he also has, what Tucker named "Ghost Sight" where Danny can focus on turning just his eyes into a ghost so he can see but Ghost Sight is extremely draining, dries out his eyes, and gives him major headaches so he uses it sparingly/not at all. When living with his parents Danny didn't dare ever think about getting a Guide Dog, it just wouldn't be safe. But when Danny went off and moved out on his own, he immediately looked into getting one and thus got Sol. Danny is perfectly capable of moving and functioning in his own home without Sol, or even his canes, but on the city streets its definitely harder.

-Sol is a German Shepherd/Golden Retriever/Labrador Retriever mix[50% GSD, 25% GR, & 25% LR], he's kind of a no nonsense dog that you can just tell has a very dry sense of humor even though he can't speak.

Jack knew that following trails of ecto wasn’t always the smartest thing to be doing, but that’s why he waited at least a little bit for his wife to catch up! The stuff was fresh so there was bound to at the least be some good samples to take! Maybe they’d even run into the ghost itself! Then they could catch it!

“Jack”, Maddie pulls on his jumpsuit sleeve, getting him to slow enough to look at her without, say, running into a pole or something. She points a few streets over… at the G.I.W. men looking around and waving their all white scanners.

Oh no those men are not getting the Fenton’s find! Absolutely not! Especially after they tried to ‘detain’ Danny-bot so many times! Jack makes a point to scowl at them, “oh no they don’t”, and starts moving quicker but quieter, Mads on his heels and readying a weapon in case this turned into a hunter vs hunter fight; not that those G.I.W. fools stood a chance against the Fentons!

They round the corner and Jack pauses, this was odd? Yeah odd. There’s a puppy, ghost puppy! It’s very green, put Its licking a person? and biting and tugging on them? Jack Fenton will not stand for a ghost, ghost dog or not, hurting a person! “Get away from that human, spook!”.

But then Mads hand is on his chest, “wait Jack, something’s not right here”, and pushing herself in front of him. Oh? Well she did notice things he usually didn’t! So he’ll wait on her!

The dog spins around and snarls at them, it has a collar that isn’t glowing??? clanging around. Why would a ghost dog have a living world dog collar??? ‘Not right’ for sure. But the ghost moving at them a little tells him what his wife was really concerned about, the person. The person seems to shove themselves off of the ground and grabs the ghost dog, possibly trying to pull It away from the Fenton’s but instead pulling herself to It/over It a little. She was a teenager! or a preteen maybe! And she’s bleeding. There’s… an electronic looking collar around her throat that appears to have rubbed her neck raw.

The collar was white. G.I.W. tech…

Oh Jack is not impressed.

The girl actually bares her teeth at Jack, “you, you leave, him, alone. He- he’s, done, nothing”. Oh geez she can’t talk very well. They should fix that! Right? And her hair’s pitch black, eyes bright blue; she… looks uncomfortably like Danny… Yeah he’s totally helping!

Jack was apparently a bit slow to come to that decision, seeing as Maddie’s already crouching down on her heels, “hey hey, it’s okay, why are you bleeding?”, her swallowing, “you know that’s a ghost right?”.

Jack nods a bit dumbly and shifts on his feet, “can’t be good to have all that ecto near!”. Maybe he could get the ghost dog to just, go away? By seeming friendly? A ghost dog is still a dog; It’s not gonna be conniving and tricky like those human looking ghosts all are. Holding his hands out and wiggling them, not surprised the ghost looks at him immediately, Jack was the biggest thing here after all, “hey doggy, if you’re just trying to be man’s best friend I promise we ain’t trying to hurt her”.

The ghost does lower Its hackles slightly, until the girl squeezes the ghost more. Maybe this ghost was her dog once? And It passed on with some loyalty to her still? Neat! The girl narrowing her eyes, “hunters. Bad”.

What! No! Hunters were great! He doesn’t even get a chance to object to that, Maddie speaking almost immediately, “hun, you are clearly hurt. We might hunt ghosts but I’d rather help a person than capture a ghost, okay?”.

Jack makes a point to laugh, but not too loudly, “yeah! Helping folks is kinda why we do it in the first place”. Jack wiggling his still up hands and taking a small step forwards, “I’ll even pet the ghost-”, again it was a ghost dog, not a ghost human. He could make an exception or two. Plus! He wonders what ghost dog fur felt like! Would it tingle! “-if that’ll make you feel better”.

She narrows her eyes more but starts coughing and shaking before just collapsing to the ground behind the ghost dog, the ghost yipping then throwing another snarl at them before turning to the girl and trying to get the collar off.

Maddie standing immediately and, like him attempting to step over; the dog spinning around on them immediately and snarling again much more aggressively this time and Its ecto-field seems to wiggle faintly… before it’s suddenly a very very big dog and a lot more dangerous looking.

Whelp! Guess ghost doggies got a few tricks up Its sleeve! Ha!

It’s standing over the girl, seemingly making sure to keep at least one leg in contact with her the entire time. Jack sticking out and wiggling his hands more, maybe if It smells him? That’s a doggo thing after all! Maddie stiffly following his lead and smiling nervously at the ghost, “she needs help, ghost”.

…

The ghost stares at them but, but! Sniffs their hands! IT DOES WORK LIKE A REAL DOG! So cool! But but but also Its collar somehow got bigger and thicker too! That’s a real world item?! HOW!?! But also, and this is a big but, Its collar says ‘Cujo’, which feels almost like a mental slap! And the ghost dog reacts instantly after smelling their hands, eyes widening, and shrinking back down. Barking at them while pawing the groaning girl like Its asking for help.

It smelled them and instantly trusted them. Like It knew their scent. Jack blinking, “Mads, isn’t Dano’s dog named Cujo?”. She nods a bit stiffly and moves forwards. But there’s no way this is Danny’s Cujo right?! Sure he’s never seen Danny’s dog, since Danny-boy claimed he didn’t need the dog at home since he knew the house ‘like the back of his hand’ but still! Danny wouldn’t have picked a ghost dog to be his seeing eye dog, would he???

…

Well he was weirdly ghost tolerant, and a ghost dog would be more durable. Oh he’s gonna give himself a headache, and there’s a girl that needs help. So on the mental back burner with all of that! Him moving to join Maddie next to the downed teenager; Jack making a show of ruffling the dogs fur in her line of sight; IT IS SOFT AND FUZZY AND FIZZY! So so cool! He’d love to clip off a sample! Focus Jack! Teenager bleeding and in pain!

Jack’s hand is still on the ghost when two voices speak up behind them, “ah, thank you for finding our property, doctors Fenton. It would be propitious if you could capture that abomination and allow us to reacquire our property”.

Oh absolutely not! Especially if this was maybe possibly Danny-boys dog. Him turning to them and putting his hands on his hips, “hey now, hunters keep what they catch”, smirking at the men, “if you can’t catch a tiny little dog ghost that’s on you”; regardless of It being able to be a real big dog too.

One of the men scowl, “we hardly care about that ghost, Its nothing but trouble. Hand over the girl”.

They… they meant the girl. The girl was who they were calling property! Oh that’s an even bigger hell no! Maddie simply glares at the men before moving to pick at the girls collar, obviously agreeing with Jack that these men can buzz off. Jack making a point to frown angrily, summoning out a weapon, “you couldn’t get our Danny so now you’re going after random teens! I, Jack Fenton, will not stand for that!”, and fires at their feet. He was sick and tired of having to defend his son from being taken by government goons! Even had to have Vladdie file restraining orders and fines against them! And now they were doing it to other Amity Park teens! Oh Jack, Jack is pissed.

Maddie can handle the girl, Jack’s about to throw down. Especially ‘cause they fired back. You don’t fire at Jack Fenton and expect to not get into a fire fight.

“You are protecting a known illegal ecto-entity and refusing to relinquish government property! Cease this immediately!”.

Jack fires again, of course the men’s suits basically nullify the ecto-blast; darn ghost proof clothing. The Fenton’s patented that! Well if the gun ain’t gonna get ‘em to back off then oh well, Jack don’t weight three hundred and forty-nine pounds for nothin’!

“You think this is funny!?”.

Jack laughs, cracking a set of knuckles, “I think you look funny! White’s never in season!”; Jack liked to think Danny got his sense of humour from him. They fire at him, getting him one in the shoulder, it’s just ecto-weapons so who cares, and Jack picks up the near by dumpster, lifting the thing over his heads, “you should run”.

They don’t and he yeets the dumpster at them, one managing to duck while the other gets nailed into the road. The remaining G.I.W. agent standing up and unclipping his black real person gun, Jack ain’t giving him the chance to use that. Bowling into the man, grabbing his belt, and chucking him into the road next to his groaning buddy.

The one he hit with a dumpster staggering up and grabbing for his own black gun, Jack huffing and running at him, “you know, I really, don’t like, bullies”. Grabbing a car bumper and pulling physically dragging the car sideways across the ground to bash into the agents arm and side; the gun goes flying and Jack shoots it into pieces.

“Jack!”.

Jack whipping his head around, accidentally ripping off the cars bumper a little, oops, and looks to his wife. She’s got the preteen girl, so small, in her arms and the ghost dog next to her feet staring intently up at the girl with all Its tiny dog focus. “She needs more than what I’ve got on me”.

He nods firmly, at least it looks like Mads got that collar off! Him turning back to the men, what to do with them so they won’t cause more issues? Hmmmm…. Ah! Sticking up a finger and running off to grab a stop sign and yanking that out of the ground, rushing back over to the men and beginning to twist its metal pole firmly around them.

“How dare you!”.

“This is against the law! We are government agents! What is wrong with you!”.

Jack, spotting a puddle, makes sure to kick as much muddy water at them as he can; which is a lot, he wears a size twenty-one after all. Before rushing off to his wife, “coming dear!”.

The girl is actually slightly paler than Danny-boy even! Worrying. Messy black hair and very unkempt clothing. He’s pretty sure there ain’t any homeless kids in Amity, Elmerton maybe? Looks like she’s passed out too, from the stress or lack of adrenaline maybe? “Where do you think she’s from?”.

She shakes her head at him, “I’m not sure, but she recognized us so she can’t be from too far away. And-”, she eyes him slightly as they begin to get a move on home, “-when I tried to figure out why the G.I.W. men would be after her, she said she’s close with ectoplasm. She wouldn’t trust me any more than that”. The ghost dog phasing through a bench to avoid breaking stride with them.

Jack smirking to himself when he hears someone shouting, “HEY! THERE’S SOME G.I.W. AGENTS TIED UP OUT HERE! ANYONE GOT RANCID WINE THEY DON’T WANT!?!”. Ah nothing brought Amity Parker’s together like hating on the G.I.W…. Or a ghost invasion.

Jack definitely feels a little weird just letting the little ghost dog run through the Fenton front door, it’s a good thing the house defences are down today! But maybe the ghost has something or knows something that they might need to help the kid out. Jack sort of hovering around Maddie as she gets the girl sat down on a cot, the ghost dog floating/hopping up right near by and pawing at the girls head gently like It was trying to wake her.

Maddie coming over with an ecto-scanner, the kind they use to detect contamination in humans not the kind for measuring the level of ghosts, and shoves it at Jack to hold while she goes about bandaging injuries. Jack’s not a huge fan of what he’s seeing, raw wrists and the still angry marks on her neck, her one arm looks like it’s been cut open and examined, a few broken toes and one definitely broken finger, shaved off patches of hair, and a cut that looks like it nearly nicked the girls eye as if she turned away at the last second. Those men likely did this to her… and they would have likely done the same to his Danny-boy if they’d ever been able to take him.

The scanner creaks from his grip faintly but it still beeps when it’s done. Nodding to himself slightly, looking to Maddie, “yeah she’s like Danny-boy, alright. Slightly less contaminated than him but eh”.

She nods, “and she looks a lot like Danny”. So she noticed that too? Whelp glad it wasn’t just his imagination then!

Jack humming, well it was weird but they’ve seen weirder! Did Danny know about his little look-a-like? They should ask! “How ‘bout I go get Dano? I know if I ran into a look-a-like I’d befriend them in a heartbeat!”, tilting his head, “maybe that’s why this ghost is protecting her? She smells like him? Like we do?”. Oh wait! They haven’t even confirmed if this is the same Cujo! He can feel Maddie stiffening a little when he moves his hand towards the ghost.

The ghost dog stares, tilting Its head, but not moving away from the girls shoulder, paws still against her face. Jack fingering the red tag, flipping it: it’s got ‘service dog’ written in a circle on the boarder and ‘guide dog: Cujo. Handler: Danny’ followed by braille and Danny’s cell number. Oh yeah this was Danny’s Cujo, why was he a ghost! Was that a new thing?! Did the G.I.W. KILL DANNY’S DOG! Jack glaring, “did those men kill my boys dog?”; he’d shout but he doesn’t want to startle the pup.

Maddie jumps a little, moving to touch the ghost with a hand softly, “we, we shouldn’t jump to conclusions. Go get Danny before you break something. He should still be in his room studying”.

Jack grimaces, “what if he’s not?”, and shares a worried look with his wife. If Danny’s not here… and Cujo here was just killed then…

Jack heads up the stairs faster and louder than he probably should, nearly ripping Danny’s door off its hinges when he opens it, “Danny are you here!”.

And Danny -thank everything that he’s here!- nearly launches himself into the ceiling. Putting a hand to his chest, “holy fuck! Dad what the Hell!”, wheezing a bit, “why are you breaking my door off its hindges!”.

Jack wheezes himself a little and sags, he doesn’t even care that Danny just swore at him, before scooping Danny up in a hug, “oh thank everything you’re here! I almost thought those nasty men finally got you!”, and laughs.

Danny stiffening in his grip, “dad, dad what do you mean? Please put me down”.

Jack giving one last squeeze before relinquishing his grip and letting Danny back down onto the ground. His hands still on Danny’s shoulders though, “me and your mom found this girl all banged up and stuff and being chased by the G.I.W. and your dog was with her and your dog is a ghost so I thought maybe they killed him and took you and I was so very worried and I am glad I was wrong”, wheezing to catch his breath a little, “did you know your dog’s a ghost!”. Turning away from Danny but not moving his hands, shouting, “HE’S HERE! HE’S FINE!”.

Danny shifts slightly, craning his head around while Jack looks back to him. Danny wincing, “um, yes? Yes I did?”, swallowing, “his fur tingles so I, you know, figured?”, then quickly adding on, “but like, that’s cool, that’s fine. Didn’t even know for sure at first and he was still great. So it’s cool. Totally cool. Right?”; and gives Jack that hopeful look that makes Jack positively melt. How could he ever say no to that? Him wearing his sparkly anime girl fake eyes doesn’t help.

Jack blinking, so his boy knew? Huh. What should he even do about that? Danny said the dog basically offered Itself to be his guide dog from the moment they met. Pup was already trained and everything, he said. They’d thought that was weird and made Danny check if anyone was missing a service dog but he said he couldn’t find anything. Turns out he couldn’t find anything because the dog was dead! Hopefully of natural causes! Even if It looked like a pup! When it was small at least. But why would a ghost, dog or no, want to help anyone? Maybe Danny’s contamination made him feel more like a ghost to the dog? So many questions!

“Wait, dad, you guys found an injured girl being chased by the G.I.W. with Cujo? Is she okay? Why were they after her?”, Danny waving a hand around a little and looking off elsewhere, “Cujo likes to help folks so I’m not too surprised by that, but the rest? What the heck were you guys up to while I was up here studying starfish biology?”.

Jack quirks an eyebrow at that, “so a ghost dog just, helps people? Huh”, shaking his head, who woulda thought!

“Dad, focus”.

Jack laughing a little, “right, sorry Dano! We brought her here, since she’s petty banged up, your dog followed too”, and gestures a thumb towards the doorway, tugging on Danny’s sleeve lightly. Danny nodding so they both head out and start heading down towards the lab. Jack explaining more as they head down, gesturing wildly all the while, “some burns and cuts, broken digit or two, they had a collar on her even! I am not impressed! I tied them up in the street with a stop sign”, nodding to himself firmly, “they called her property. A human! Property!”; and scowls.

Danny blinks, hand on the wall as the get to the bottom of the stairs, “well that’s messed up, any clue why they went after this girl, besides them being goddamn assholes”.

“Language, son”.

“What your father said”.

Danny just shrugs while the ghost dog barks once, very clearly at Danny. Danny quickly and easily making his way over and roughing up the dogs fur, “hey Cujo buddy, you did very good. They didn’t get you or anything did they?”, scowling, “they better not have. I’d give you sh- a talking to for not avoiding them if you weren’t being all helpful”.

Maddie blinks at him, “can you sense where Cujo is?”; he made such a direct beeline after all. Danny stilling and eyes widening gives both of them the answer before he can even try to respond. Maddie sighing, “I’m going to guess this is yet another one of your powers that you elected not to tell us”.

“Heh”.

Jack and Maddie both shake their heads at him, not that he can tell, before looking to the still unconscious girl. Maddie grabbing Danny’s wrist, “Cujo was being incredibly protective of her, so yes he was being a good boy, but we’re thinking it might be at least somewhat because she seems like you. Highly contaminated and her pulse is slow like yours”, moving his hand over the girls wrist.

Both her and Jack jumping when Danny does, his attention basically snapping to the girl like a gunshot went off or something. Oh yeah Danny-boy definitely knew this girl. “Ellie?!?”. Cujo standing up and whining a little, looking between the two.

And oh wow they do look really really similar. If Danny was a few years younger and grew his hair out then they’d be basically twins! That’s weird right? As in really weird.

What’s even weirder is that ‘Ellie’ wakes up almost immediately, it was almost like something happened when he touched her or shortly after? ‘Ellie’ jerking up, looking straight at Danny with wide blue eyes, and basically collapses into him, “Danny! They were trying to remove my eyes and- and- and I’m not- not that strong”; she whines a little. Cujo gives her arm a small supportive headbutt, aw.

Danny starts patting her back, “shush shush, I know. You’re good now. Cujo protected you right? He did a good job and my folks too, right?”.

Jack… Jack feels really awkward, just watching this girl who looks like his son clinging to and nearly whimpering on his son’s shirt. Danny’s got his chin on her forehead and Cujo has scooched up to them both now, puppy chest pressed into both of their arms. He’s not too surprised that his wife moves before him, her putting a hand on ‘Ellie’s’ arm, ignoring the girls flinch, and rubs her thumb back and forth, “those men would never dare come in here, now your bandages aren’t too tight are they?”.

She sniffles, turns her head against Danny’s chest just enough to eye Maddie, “it’s… it’s okay”. But Cujo barks once and Danny sighs, “don’t lie you”.

Jack laughing a little, “I’m not sure you have any place bugging her for lying about her well being, you know”. Jack only laughing a little more when his kiddo blushes at that.

Maddie shaking her head, “just tell me where it’s too tight and I’ll redo it, are you in any pain?”.

Ellie has he face hidden in Danny’s shirt again, and her, “no”, sounds a little dejected, at least she adds on, “just… just my ankle”. And Mads gets to work re-bandaging her ankle better; Jack’s not even gonna try since he’s not exactly the gentle type!

Jack rubbing his neck, “what about ecto? Ya need any? I know Dano can need some sometimes when he does a lot of healing or uses any powers?”.

She stills, glances up basically at Danny’s chin, he gets the message and moves his head down, giving her like a little nod. It’s very cute… and very worrying. She looks to Jack, “that... that’d be nice”.

He gives her a silly little thumbs up and runs off to their lab storage fridge, grabbing a couple of the ‘safe to consume’ vials. She’s separated from Danny a bit by the time he gets back over, Danny grabs the vials before she can even try to. Him popping the caps off, oh yeah guess Jack probably should have done that. Oops! She had some broken fingers after all.

Maddie giving him a bit of a judging look, making him rub his neck, “ah sorry I didn’t think to do that”.

Danny tilting his head to the side a bit so Jack knows he’s talking to him, “it’s fine”, frowning, “do you guys know exactly what happened?”. Ellie shrinking a little and basically just focusing on sucking on the little vials awkwardly.

Jack winces while Maddie shakes her head, Maddie crossing her arms, “no never had a chance to ask and we didn’t personally see anything”.

That actually seems to make him smile, him closing his eyes and nodding, “that’s alright I think”, turning his head back fully to Ellie, “is there anything you want to mention? No pressure obviously”. She shakes her head, responding only when Danny just quirks an eyebrow in her direction, “ah right, no. Nothing”. Girl clearly wasn’t as used to Danny’s lack of vision as his friends were.

Danny snorting, “figures and you’d think with how I absolutely don’t hide it, that no one would forget about the whole Danny has no eyes thing”. Maddie cringes a little but the little girl actually laughs at that, so guesses Danny-boy knows that’s her kinda humour… aka his kinda humour. Maddie blinking at that then looking to Jack, he’s sure he looks as ‘dubious’ or whatever as her. “You two sure are a lot alike”. Everyone but Danny, well and Cujo, jumping when Ellie’s hand makes a loud cracking sound, her, ‘eeping’ -aw- and blushing furiously over that.

Danny sighing, tilting his head up to the roof and back down, grabbing Ellie’s hand and puts it on Cujo, whose ecto-field wiggles faintly, tongue lolling out. Oh! Could Danny, and this Ellie, get ecto based support from the pup? Neat! “Um okay. This is gonna sound pretty horrible and you’re probably gonna be a little pissed”, Danny rubbing his neck, oh no, “but, uh, Ellie was, er, let’s just say made from me. Made from me really unethically”.

Ellie glares at nothing, crosses her arms, and huffs, “we’re not the same though”. Cujo basically ‘chasing’ after her hands and sitting in her lap, getting her petting him again. Jack’s just going to assume that the dog can tell she needs it, either via some sort of ecto ghost sense or just good ol’ service doggy know how.

But… Jack blinking, “so, so cloning? I don’t know whether to be excited that that’s a thing that can be done with there being just a little bit of ecto in the DNA or freaked out that someone did that to my son!?”, gesturing a bit loud enough that his hands make noise through the air, “both?! Both!”. At least Ellie -daughter?????? Granddaughter????????- eyes follow his hands and she looks amused. “Am I A GRANDPA NOW!?!???!!!?”. Danny coughs and jerks violently enough that he headbutts Ellie.

Granddaughter!!!!!!

He’s A GRANDPA!

But oh is he ever going to kill those agents if he ever sees them ever ever ever again.

“Zone fuck“.

“Ow! Danny!”.

Danny groaning and rubbing his head, “well now I have a headache, you good Ellie”.

“You suck. Ow”.

Cujo floats off the counter, gets their lab fridge open, and comes back with an ice pack in Its mouth. Wow! What a dog! Jack definitely gets Danny-boys easy acceptance of a ghost dog now! So eager to help! And very ‘in tune’ or whatever!

Maddie glancing away and laughing to herself a little, while Jack just beams, “new tiny Fenton”.

She puffs out her cheeks at him, “I’m not that small”. She did not deny the Fenton name! Oh and he thinks the little cut on her face is gone too! Neat!

Maddie shaking her head and patting Jack on the arm, eyeing their son, “Danny”, waiting long enough for him to move his head towards her, “how do you see her?”. Oh yeah! Guess Jack shoulda just asked that! Maddie looking to Ellie next, “and how do you see Danny, little lady? And how old are you?”.

“Uh, technically two?”.

Oh no. So little! So young! Meaning he sort of didn’t miss the toddler years! Kinda! Preteen toddler???? Jack blurting out, “so there’s a Fenton toddler in the family again!”.

“What! No!”.

Danny turns away and starts laughing, even bending over. Ellie smacking his back, “don’t laugh at me! Fix this! I am not a toddler!”.

“You’re toddler sized!”.

“No! I’m three foot eight now!”.

“Oh wow a whole two inches taller than a toddler, I’m so impressed”.

She hits him again, wincing this time and earning a warning? nip? from Cujo who then barks at Danny. Danny shaking his head and patting Cujo’s, “don’t hurt yourself now”.

“Don’t baby me!”.

Danny sticks his tongue out in her direction, “if not baby why baby shaped”.

“You can’t even tell what shape I am!”.

“The shape of a baby?”.

“Oh my zone I hate you”.

“Ah so we’re just pretending you don’t steal my hoodies because they feel like me?”.

Ah so ghosts, and Danny… and Ellie, can actually sense the slight differences in each other’s ecto-fields then? Cool! Hopefully Dano, and Ellie, use that to avoid the more dangerous spookies.

“No. I set them on fire”.

“Yeah sure you do. I’veseen your clothing bed nests”. Ellie scowls at him while Danny more so moves his head to Jack and Maddie, “and to answer your question, sorta in between sister and, uh, daughter”. Ellie shrugging, “I’m just kinda vibin’”. Danny looks incredibly done with her.

Jack sharing a look with his wife before shrugging, eyeing the girl- the tiny Fenton, “whelp a Fenton either way I say!”, eyeing the dog ghost, “and a Fenton dog too obviously”.

Danny shaking his head seemingly to himself or something, facing Jack a bit more properly, “but he’s a ghost?”.

“A ghost dog. The you’ve adopted and registered, which how’d you pull that one off?”.

Maddie nodding, “and clearly tamed, and Its clearly retained training from Its living years”.

Danny’s blink is very owlish, “well now I feel stupid for making him stay and wander around outside to avoid the house. And uh, I accused them of being ableist if they rejected him for ‘being weird’, though I didn’t even know he was green at the time”. Jack laughs a little while Maddie sighs, “I’d have rather you not hid him yes, and I’m baffled no one felt the need to tell us your dog was clearly a ghost, but being out and about is probably how Cujo wound up finding Ellie here”.

Danny rubbing his neck, “they probably thought you knew”, and glances his head around, “eh?”, tilting his head at Ellie, “did he just show up randomly? Really?”.

She nods energetically, “yup! Then he left and came back covered in mud and walked all over everything, it would have been very funny if I hadn’t been chained to a wall”, and shudders faintly.

Danny giving the dog some head pats, “very good boy”. Jack joining in with giving head pats. The dog’s loving it, clearly, but looks to still be mostly watching Danny and Ellie.

The computer beeps, oh! Guess the system scan is finished! Meaning the house defences can be turn back on! Awesome!

Jack bouncing his way over to the computer and checking things out, still after a beat when it hits him that they really can’t have this on currently. He’s not going to set Danny-boy’s home to shoot his guide dog! That would just be mean! And! Very dumb. Very very dumb. Moving back over to the bench, “Danny… you think I can get a sample of Cujo’s ecto-field? For our system?”.

Danny manages to basically stare straight at him, and considering he doesn’t really need to blink, vaguely creepy, vaguely really neat, “just for the system? So the house won’t maul my pup?”.

Maddie actually glares at Jack, he’s got no clue why though. Her humming at him judgingly, “yes it will be only for that. No experiments”. Jack just nods along, slightly confused. Maddie looking back to the two kids, “and obviously Ellie is welcome to stay here, especially while she’s still healing a little”.

Ellie curls up a little, “no, no, I’m good”; which, of course, gets her barked at. WOW that dog could sure be a nag and mother hen! Danny promptly poking her one, “whelp looks like Cujo says you stay, so you stay”, sighing and turning fully towards her, “obviously you aren’t trapped here. Come and go, just stop being stupid?”.

Oh OH! It probably should have dawned on Jack earlier that this girl must have been homeless. Oh wow. Yeah no. Not cool! But if she’s only two that’s probably what she’s used to… So Jack rubs his neck, laughing slightly, “all our kids, and their friends of course! Come and go as they please”, tapping his chin and mumbling to himself, “which maybe we should have them at least text us when they’re going out or staying considering the scare we just had”, shakes his head and looks back at the little girl, “and you’re like Danny-boy! Spooky powers, spooky healing, so it’s not like you need to stay in bed just to heal!”. Sometimes he was slightly jealous of that but he wasn’t about to electrocute and douse himself in ecto over that! He’s pretty sure his entire family would give him hell for even considering that! Plus he still doesn’t like to think about how much that must’ve hurt and Danny being in the hospital was not fun. Jack could never put his family through that! Even if it would help with ghost hunting a little… in some ways. Actually no he’d get annoyed by having reactions to and being affected by things wouldn’t he? Oh yeah big time.

She blinks at him, then looks to Danny; oh yeah this was so totally looking more like daughter than sister. JACK IS A GRANDFATHER!!!!! Ellie fidgeting a little, “they’re really okay with that? Being spooky?”.

Danny chuckles and wiggles his hand back and forth in the air. Which what!? They were so totally okay with it! Maddie putting her hands on her hips, “Danny don’t worry her”, looking at Ellie when Danny just shrugs, “we’re fine with it. We just ask that doors actually get used and not phased through. And that if you’re going to eat the samples, just the ones with blue caps and three dots. Oh and no sucking ectoplasm out of the filtrator that’s gross Danny”.

Danny glances his head around, trying that while innocent act; at least Ellie laughs at him! Ellie running a hand through Cujo’s fur, “okay I guess? Cujo’s staying too right?”.

Jack beaming, “of course!”, and holds up their little field scanner sucker, again, they need samples.

Danny actually grabs up Cujo, sticking his tongue out in Ellie’s direction, “no stealing my dog, you”. She huffs at him but at least Danny holds the dog out to Jack for samples. Awesome! Ghost dog samples!

… maybe? Eventually? Dano will be okay with a little experimenting? Just a little? Maybe? Hopefully? Please? Oh he hopes so! But this’ll do for now as the scanner beeps and Jack bolts his way back over to their computers and gets to work excluding the little spooky pup.

Cujo floats himself to be on Danny’s head and barks once, claiming his person. Super SUPER adorable! Jack absolutely snatches a photo and he’s positive Mads does too! Danny scowling, “I heard that, don’t you dare post that online”.

Jack can hear the smirk in Maddie’s voice, “you were meant to, now come on, let’s get a certain someone settled”.

Oh Jack so needs to find that number one girl dad mug again! For support and embarrassment! And Danny won’t be able to tell unless she verbally points it out to him, meaning she’ll have to acknowledge it! Oh oh! Maybe Jack should get another one and sneak it into Danny’s stash of mugs? Sure he’ll have to contaminate it a little, since Danny can apparently tell things ecto-levels and all Danny’s mugs are definitely contaminated but hey! It would be adorable. Oh yes, he’s definitely getting Danny his own girl dad mug, even if, on paper, Ellie was probably gonna have to be legally his and Mads kid. Since she looked twelve or so and Danny was seventeen.

The computer beeps, meaning the security system is actually ready to go, Jack shouting, “TURNING ON THE HOUSE DEFENCES! SHOUT IF I MESSED UP!”, and hitting ‘okay’.

…

…..

“CUJO’S GOOD!”.

Hell yeah! Is Jack awesome or what?! This was gonna be great. New kid- grandkid, finally getting to meet and keep around Danny-boy’s mysterious doggy. Dano’s dogo! HA! Now to run up there and help get the little missy settled, figure out if she likes slime! or stars! or college football! Oh he so has to call Jazz about this too! She was going to be so excited, and confused, and probably annoyed, and pissed someone messed with her brother; or maybe she already knew? She did tend to know things a lot! And knowing her if she did know she would have left telling him and Mads up to Danny; such a good older sister! He’s glad they all have her!

Jack’s still gonna give those G.I.W. jerks a butt kicking though. A major butt kicking. A Fenton grade butt kicking.

End.

-Caged animals ch.6

He crouched ever lower, tensing his strong hind legs to point of shivering with the laden power. Clutching at the bars of the floor of his entrapment for better forward propulsion, Danny's pupils dilated, nearly blocking out all color on the pools of acid green eyes focused obsessively on one goal. Said goal lay before him. The opening, the sheet of plain grey steel. He hated it. Hated with such a passion right then. Lowering his head, the phantom child gave a screech the reverberated off the metal around him- a sound grating to the ears, warning of the absolute terror about to be wrecked-and launched himself straight forward with all the force his legs could manage. The target came rushing up faster then the phantom had time to comprehend. Damn, too much power! Danny had about enough time to realize that launching himself head-first at a piece of steel that hadn't given way before was probably not the best idea he'd had in a while until- With a resounding bang that echoed matalicly about the cage and the hidden room beyond, a head connected with grimace-worthy force to a solid surface. The noise of cloth and a body keeling over sounded as the occupant of the cage suddenly lost the will and seemingly know-how to stay crouched up right, instead listing to one side heavily until, with a burbled groan, the phantom fell with a clang; legs and arms twitching and trying to grip and swipe at thin air. If one were to walk in on the scene, the portrait of a beetle turned onto its back, hopelessly trying to right itself would be accurately represented. Attempting to first clear the disorienting colors that danced in mockery across his vision, Danny blinked once, twice, three times. After a period of however long it took, the phantom managed to uncross his eyes and dully focus his gaze again. Note, very dully. Huh. Things were looking rather...odd...now. He was sure he only had one left foot before...right? And that ringing was back...but far, FAR more annoying. Gah, get away, you..I'm...uh...I'm tryin' to..uh...ESCAPE! Yeah, that's what....hmm... Danny gurgled in his throat and lazily flailed his arm in front of his face, sloppily batting aside something that was not there. Hm...perhaps he'd wait a moment before trying to get out again...The door didn't seem to like him much. And things wouldn't sit still...ugh, was the cage actually trying to move beneath him? No, bad cage! Managing to get ahold of his waving arms for a second, Danny clapped them to his suddenly throbbing ears and temples. It helped stop the spinning a little, but unfortunately did nothing for the cursed persistent ringing. Would that ever go away? It must have been a few more minutes before he could process what was going on around him, a bit. Things still would blur out of focus but he could handle that better then the absolute disorientation of moments before.

-Birds of a Feather 

Unfolding his great wings with a flourish, Danny the harpy boy stood motionless for but a second, perched upon the branch gripped by powerful claws, then pitched forward in a graceful dive-nearly down to the forest floor, wings tucked in good form tight against his lithe body- before flinging them outward at the last second, catching the errant breezes that shifted the canopy leaves. Grunting a bit at the force upon his extended limbs, Danny flapped once, twice, and thrice for good measure, gaining lift enough to clear the trees. Looking down- ah, yeah. THAT was a sight NO beast would never tire of; the sea of greens and reds and slight blues, stretched out beneath him as far as the eye could see (and his keen eyes could see very far, mind.) The soft sway of the land in gentle rolls giving way to taller peaks and steeper valleys off in the distance, if you looked hard enough. That was a ways away though- much farther then he cared to travel, anyway. Practically shooting up into the endless sky, the black and white speckled harpy relished in the whistling of the wind through feathered ears capable of hearing a mouse's heartbeat half a mile away; the uplifting feeling of the air masses below roiling under his outstretched wings, cleaving the aether with arrow-sharp movements. Coming back to himself after the brief moment of flight-induced euphoria with the first take-off of the day, Danny glanced down at the ground, and saw he was over the lake, the tempting looking fish glinting silver and gold with the sunlight reflecting off their gilded backs. Perhaps he ought to catch one or two. Breakfast was always welcome, and his friend Tucker, a fawn, might enjoy one as well. 

-Insight

"Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" Vlad leaned down to help the other up, offering his hand. The man didn't even look at it, just groaned, and stood up without the help. Vlad felt...well, a little offended at the brush off of help offered, but said nothing. "Oh, no, it's fine. Just in a hurry, right? I get it." Well, at least he wasn't angry at Vlad. The last thing he needed today was someone yelling at him for clumsiness while he waited for the bus. Vlad relinquished the hand, seeing as the boy wasn't going to use it now, and backed up to properly see the other student before him. The first thing that struck him was just how unbelievably thin the boy was. It was like a stick insect had suddenly decided it wanted to be a human, only with a bit more muscle. A lean but boy-ish face smiled in a friendly manor from underneath a spiky mop of inky black hair, his eyes blocked by dark sunglasses with blinders on the side- Oh. That was why he hadn't taken his hand. He... the other boy... he was- Vlad blinked and jerked a bit forward, then back, taking hesitant steps in both directions. How...how did he not notice it was the first thought that came to mind. The thought immediately following it being 'ohgodIhopeIwasnotrudeohmygoshhowdoIdothiswhatdoIsay?!' In a stroke of luck, (or possibly lack thereof) the boy seemed to sense Vlad sudden discomfort, and offered a kind smile, turning his head to one side. After seeing the boy do this however, Vlad found that he didn't like it. It left a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach, like he was shaming the boy, even if he was the one turning away in the first place. Before he had a chance to say anything more though, the other bus stop occupant filled the silence. "Um, hey dude...I got a question.." His voice dropped off, seeming like he was suddenly shy of something, and in a moment that would forever haunt Vlad's most embarrassing moments, he blurted out the first thing that came to mind: "I have an answer. Let's see if they match." Oh no...A blush most likely more radiant then the sun lit up the silvery haired teen's face. Had he really said that? Really, he berated himself, making a quick recovery. "I-I mean- uh, yeah, what's the question?" The smile of the boy sent minuscule shivers down Vlad's back. God, if he didn't know any better, he'd think the boy was cu- "Uh, when you slammed into me" Vlad winced "you kinda knocked my cane out of my hand. Er, do you see it? I think might be behind you" Now it was the black haired teen's turn to look nervous and red. In all honesty, Vlad saw nothing embarrassing about the question; it was a viable query, and it was also pretty important it be answered. Looking behind him, Vlad saw the slender white walking cane in the grass of the median. Picking it up, he gently pressed the handle into the palm of the black haired one. A small "thank you" was given, and an even smaller " you're welcome" replied. Nothing was said. There was only the sounds of more students walking along, the cars rolling past on the busy road, and the slight wind that had picked up. Needless to say, it was awkward as all get out, for the both of them.