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Danny Phantom drabble. Set during Vlad, Maddie and Jack’s college years. It cracks me up to think of Vladdie as a philo kid, he’d be that one guy who re-interprets old texts just so they fit his worldview and be adamant he’s right ajaskdansd

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Jack Fenton was a strange man.

This information wasn’t new. All of UW-Madison knew his name, his face, his demeanor. Professors were courteous, students were polite, but both spared no effort befriending him. Who wanted to be embarrassed by his ignorance and bumbling about, especially when Jack himself seemed impervious to shame?

Vlad flipped to another page of his reading. “Do not waste the remaining part of your life in thoughts about other people,” droned Marcus Aurelius in Vlad’s copy of Meditations, “when you are not thinking with reference to some aspect of the common good.”

Marcus Aurelius didn’t know Jack Fenton, thought Vlad, but he underlined the quote anyway. Then, he thought about the common good.

“Jack.” He set down his pen and titled his head at the man in question. “Do you know what they’re saying about you?”

Across the table, Maddie looked up from her textbook and shot him a dirty look. Why was she so concerned? A man had the right to be made aware of his social status, and it was for the student body’s good if he gained some EQ. It had been Maddie’s idea to approach him, anyway, and Vlad had known her long enough to tell it hadn’t been entirely out of kindness; there was a spark in her eyes that watched Jack Fenton. It told Vlad she was curious about the man’s mind, and her curiosity niggled at his own. 

The duo sat around a wooden table now, one of the many benches erected around the campus’ courtyard. Jack, on the other hand, was squatted on the uneven pebbled ground, fiddling with a Lego robot he’d supposedly been working on for the past two weeks. Vlad was no engineering major, but even he could tell the robot—if it could even be called that—shouldn’t look like a behemoth of mismatched parts the height of his shin.

Jack turned to them. The robot was dwarfed in his shadow. “That Jack Fenton is a genius in the making!” he said, and laughter bubbled from his throat. His great shoulders shook. “Ain’t that right, Mads?”

“Of course.” Maddie smiled, resting her chin in her palm.

Vlad thought it was indulgent, and rolled his eyes. “A genius—”

A click came from the robot.

Vlad squinted at it. It remained still. “Did you hear—”

Then, the robot unfurled in a series of clicks and whirs, produced a pair of arms that ended in three-pronged claws, and stood up on two wheels.

“Cheese sticks!” Vlad gaped. Jack whooped, all 200 pounds of a man leaping into the air. Then Maddie laughed along, and Jack pulled her into a hug. They high-fived.

“Told ya, V-man!” Jack clapped the other man on his back, nearly face planting the latter into his reading. The quote he’d underlined earlier sprung out at him.

“Common good,” it mocked.

Philosophy is useless, thought Vlad.

Jack’s cheer carried across the courtyard, and when Vlad looked up, the man was cradling his invention to his broad chest like the proud father of a deformed mechanical baby. From the other benches, heads of fellow undergrads turned to them, to Jack, their curiosity palpable. Maddie, Vlad discovered, was watching the big man too. Her violet eyes were wide.

Oblivious, Jack patted his robot child on its head. He gave Vlad a giant grin. “Jack Fenton’s a genius. That’s what they all say!”

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The incident is relatively the same but how it happened is different along with the fallout (and since I wanted to keep the angsty idea of Vlad being in the hospital for yrs I had the incident happen when he was 10 and he was in the hospital until he was 13 (he's 14 now tho :])

Danny is going to be the Vlad in this universe and Jack and Maddie r going to be the Sam n Tucker in this universe