Danny Phantom Porn Story: Fly Like an Eagle Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom, and its characters and/or ideas are the creation of Butch Hartman. The show does not belong to me nor will it ever. I also don’t own the rights to the song Fly Like an Eagle, song originally sung by Steve Miller.

Warnings Throughout the Story: Violence, Adult Language, Drama, Minor Underage Smoking/Drinking, AU, and Some OOC

Pairings: Danny/Sam, Tucker/Valerie, Jack/Maddie, VladxOC, more couples may or may not be added

Full Summary: Daniel Fenton is the adopted son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, two classified mediums. Although Danny may seem cold hearted from the outside, from the inside, he is a sweet young man struggling with the fact that he is somewhat…different from everybody else. Learn as Danny struggles to find out who he really is while juggling romance, an egotistical mayor, and supernatural creatures whom want him for their own purposes.

Fly Like an Eagle

Chapter Two – Between Life and Death

.:DP:.

“I do not want to read book!” An agitated five year old Danny Fenton grumbled at his kindergarten teacher Mrs. Florence after the fourth time of the woman asking him.

It had been about six months since the young raven boy had been introduced to his current class. There was no doubt in the female educator’s mind that Danny wasn’t bright. In certain circumstances, the child had showed huge amounts of intelligence and knowledge beyond his youthful years. He was an enigma; a wonder to every living being.

Although Mrs. Florence admired that side of the blue eyed boy, over the course of the first trimester, Danny had been more of a problem child. The self-isolated young boy was in fact very hostile, not to say he didn’t have a nice side because he did. The woman would often times smile at the boy as he learned to expand his mind repeatedly.

The boy’s hard work and determination had helped over shadow some of his more disrupting behavior. It were times like this when he argued that the woman didn’t want to be a teacher. She could do quite nicely without the screaming and the yelling.

“Danny,” the woman started calmly, “I told you two days ago that this was our reading time. It’s your turn to read. Don’t you like Dinosaurs Before Dark(1)?”

“No,” he stated rudely, “I hate din-o-saurs!”

The rest of the class from their desks watched the two with unease. Some of the other students who were prepared to read their own stories sat as patiently as possible on the multicolored large rug in the middle of the room. By now, Danny’s peers were used to the boy’s hostility and outbursts.

“You don’t have to read the whole thing. Just a little.” She reasoned softly.

“I do not want to!”

“Well, that’s too bad, Mr. Fenton. Sometimes, in life, we do things that we don’t want to do.”

” 2)…and I no read your damn book!”

“Daniel Fenton,” Mrs. Florence narrowed her eyes and pointed to the classroom door, “you march straight outside that door and stay there until I call you back in. I will not tolerate such language in my class.”

Trying to be as defiant as possible, the brunette stomped loudly outside the door, but not before he turned around and stuck out his tongue at the exhausted teacher. With a heavy sigh, the woman brought her fingertips to rub at her aching temples. In her mind, she mused over and over again on whether or not being a teacher was really all that worth it.

Slamming the door on his way out, the boy scoffed while crossing his arms over his chest. Contrary to what one may believe, Danny didn’t necessarily dislike his teacher, it was just that he preferred to be left alone, and she was always trying to make him open up to her. Why couldn’t she see that he didn’t want to be friendly with her? To him, that meant he had to trust her, and trusting a lot of people wasn’t always the smartest thing.

After a few minutes, Danny, who had previously been leaning against the wall, stood up and walked in the other direction toward the janitor’s closet. He figured there could be something fun in there to play with while he waited for his teacher to come back.

Further away, the child got a visible shiver, his frosty breathe coming out in short pants as he strode. The closer he got to the janitor’s closet, the colder his body became. Standing right outside the door, Danny heard hushed voices coming from the other side. Cautiously, he put his ear to the wooden surface to listen. The voices were more clear as he did so; one sounded like a woman while the other sounded like a man.

Because the five year old was curious to see what was on the other side, he slowly reached the handle to open the closet. The darkness coming from the inside didn’t surprise the small child in the least. Suddenly, a pale hand emerged from within. It was reaching for Danny.

.:DP:.

A sound knock on the front of a door in a secluded neighborhood was heard from the inside of a modest home as an older blondish white haired woman walked over to answer. The opened door revealed the gentle smiling faces of Jack and Maddie Fenton. The lady of the house stood aside as the married couple invited themselves in.

“My daughter Myrtle said you guys were the best.” The elder woman said so quietly that the Fentons had to strain to hear her voice.

Maddie’s cheeks tinted a light pink while Jack rubbed the back of his head sheepishly. “That was very kind of your daughter, but really, ma’am, we just do our job.” The violet eyed mother stated.

“Can you tell us what has been troubling you lately, Mrs. Wright?” The orange suited man asked, wanting to get right to business.

“It’s my husband, Edward,” the wrinkled lady sighed, “I’ve been trying for years to engage him, but he’s restless. He think he doesn’t want to leave. My family says I need to go to an elderly home because of all this. I know for a fact though he’s still around. I just… need help.”

With blue eyes staring right back at light purple ones, Maddie nodded her head in confirmation. Rummaging through their carrier bag, the large man brought out a metallic equipment that had flashing red lights on each side. Jack was using the device to hone in on any temporal and physical energy.

The elderly Mrs. Wright watched the couple search her home in fascination. Footsteps were echoing within the hallway as the three checked whichever room and space they came into contact with.

“Where does your husband usually reside, Mrs. Wright?” The chestnut haired medium questioned.

“You can call me Celia, dear,” the older woman smiled, “and Edward likes to stay in the attic. He would always go up there to look for used newspapers to read.”

Taking the lead, Celia took the two mediums to a flight of rickety stairs all the way to the end of the hall. The trio stalked up onto the steps as precisely as possible. While turning the corner to enter the attic, both Jack and Maddie got a chill that settled throughout their entire bodies. There was definitely an invisible presence nearby.

The rectangular sized upper room was surrounded by boxes, old books, worn out furniture, magazines piled in dust, and yellow stained newspapers. Mrs. Wright brought her hand to cover her mouth to stifle a harsh cough.

Wandering into any section of the attic that was available, the two Fentons knew they were close to coming in contact. The supernatural device in the hands of Jack within seconds started lighting into a bright green. Following in the direction of the blinking lights, Maddie came across a full length mirror. On the other side was an old man in tattered clothing staring into space.

“Edward Wright?” Maddie asked quietly, approaching.

The white haired man lifted his head sharply to the side, eying Maddie angrily. “Who are you?! How are you able to see me?!” He all but snapped.

Ignoring his distrusting aura as best she could, she gave the ghost a warm smile. “My name’s Madeline Fenton, but you can call me Maddie. I’m here to help you.”

“I don’t know why you’re here, gal, but I’m quite cable of taking care of myself.”

“I do understand your reasoning, Mr. Wright, but your wife is worried about you. She’s known you’ve been around.”

The ghostly Edward widened his eyes in surprise. “Can…can Celia see me, too?”

“No,” the friendly woman said slowly, “but I know she can feel your presence up here. She wants you to know that it’s okay now. You don’t have to be afraid.”

The old man sighed in despair, effectively relaxing himself. “I’m not afraid to cross over, if that’s what your thinking. I just…don’t want to leave her. She’ll be lonely without me.”

“She’s right here,” Jack intercepted, coming closer to stand near his wife. “You may talk to her now.”

Edward’s widow came from behind the Fentons. “Ed, can you hear me?”

“Yes,” he said excitedly and with so much passion. “I can hear you perfectly, my love. I’m glad to see you again.”

“He says he’s glad to see you.” Maddie repeated to the older woman.

Celia smiled in response as did her deceased husband. Maddie became the human translator between the two while words and sentences were exchanged. Because the reclusive Edward Wright had been dead for many years, it was more difficult for him to communicate with his wife.

Jack still held the device firmly in his hand, the urge to sneeze came many times for the boisterous man, but he refrained from it. He knew this would be the very last time that Celia would be able to talk with her husband.

“…Ed,” at this point in the communication process, tear tracks began adorning the old woman’s face, “this is for the best. I promise I’ll join you on the other side, when the time comes. I’ll be fine before then.”

The deceased old man had equally saddening tears escaping from his ghostly eyes. Taking a chance, Edward raised his hand to touch the soft cheek of his wife. Surprisingly enough, she felt pure energy enhancing warmly from the contact. Even though she couldn’t physical feel Ed’s hand, the gesture was more than enough. Celia gave a gentle smile, and used her own hand to touch the grace of the skin.

Gradually disappearing limb by limb, the ghostly man mouthed a heartbreaking ‘I love you’ to his aging beloved. She did the same; all the while, the metallic device simmered down until the light had faded. The elderly woman stood still, relishing in the last final moments with her dead husband.

Maddie and Jack watched the scene unfold, unshed tears surfacing in their own eyes. Jack was the first to wipe at his eyes furiously; although the two dealt with precious moments between the living and dead all the time, they still had to remain calm and express their professionalism.

The older woman then turned to the married couple, her face set on a sort of relieved happiness. Feeble hands found their way to both of the Fentons’ shoulders in an appreciative light squeeze. Without another word, the Wright woman casually slipped in The Fentons’ cash reward in a form of a check right into Jack’s carrier bag.

A vibration coming from Maddie’s hidden pocket, alerted her that something was amiss. Her hand went inside the cloth and took out a high-tech miniature phone. She pressed the ‘talk’ button, and put the device next to her ear.

“Hello?” The woman answered with clarity. An unfamiliar voice on the other line uttered words hotly that stiffened the female medium.

“What is it, Maddie-kins?” Jack looked at her with concern.

Maddie was on the verge of panic. “…oh no…“

.:DP:.

This can’t be happening…

It was like a mantra continuously being said in one frantic educator’s head. Mrs. Florence raced easily down the halls, trying to see if she could spot a head of unruly raven hair. The thing was, there were many heads in account because all the students and teachers shuffled the hallways to exit to the outside for recess.

Before she had released her own students, the female teacher had gone outside the door to call in Danny. No words were able to describe how shocked and scared she was when she found the five year old missing. The woman had searched high and low for the child, but, as fate would have it, she couldn’t find him.

It was at this time, while the halls became lessened with bodies, that one of the other teachers came running toward her. Mrs. Florence frowned in disapproval. Sprinting in the halls was something one of the children would do, not a college educated adult male.

“Katherine,” the tall man was clearly out of breathe, “we have a situation concerning one of your–“

“Not now.” The woman looked around her to see if she could find the young boy. “One of my students went missing. I have to find–“

“You wouldn’t mean that young Fenton boy, would you?”

“Yes, why? Did you find him?”

“It’s a delicate matter, but you have to come with me.” The blonde teacher grabbed a hold of Mrs. Florence’s wrist, pulling her to the playground.

“What’s this in regards to?” Florence was becoming irritated.

“It’s about that student of yours, Fenton. He’s on the school’s roof right now, and we’re afraid he means to hurt himself.”

Catching the male teacher off guard, Mrs. Florence did her own version of speeding through the halls. She made it outside in a matter of seconds. A group had gathered around as they saw a little boy high above on the top of the school’s building, spreading his arms out. Holding in a gasp, the respected educator ran over to get the child’s attention.

“Danny! Danny, come down, okay? You don’t want to get hurt. Let’s talk about this!”

The black haired boy stopped taking flight with his arms to momentarily gape at his teacher. “I learn to fly, Mrs. Florence!”

Oh, my goodness…

“That’s fine, Danny, but I think it’s better to learn to fly on the ground beforehand. I even have a book on flying that you can read if you don’t want to read about the dinosaurs. Come down here, and I’ll show you.”

Hushed whispers and shocked gasps were heard from all the onlookers. Ignoring every thing else, the young boy resumed with his imaginary wings, playfully laughing every so often. The teacher who had informed Mrs. Florence of the situation spoke softly in her ear to explain that the police department had been called, and that they were on their way to the school.

“Danny,” she tried to soothe again, “I’m sorry about before, okay? You don’t have to read anything if that’s what you want. Just please come down.”

The sapphire orbs regarded her coolly, an adorable frown in place. “I fly first!”

Sirens, that had been sounded from afar, came into earshot, four police vehicles parked in the front of the gate that was along the playground. Several cops came from their cars. The one in charge, a stoic looking brunette with a mustache, talked briefly with the principal and vice principal whom were on the side.

The rest of the troops came to stand near the crowd, each one equipped with walkie-talkies to be in touch with one another. The main police officer calmly walked over with a gesture of his hand, he got three of his colleagues to bring over a ladder. The man took cautious steps once the ladder was placed; he didn’t want to startle the boy.

“Hey there, son,” motioned the officer, “I’m Officer Buckley. Tell me your name.”

“Go away,” Danny hissed. “I is busy flyin’.”

“You like to fly, huh?” The clever man wanted to keep the boy’s interest focused solely on him. “I do, too. Flying’s really fun, especially on an airplane. You get to see so many wonderful things. Have you ever been on an airplane?”

The blue eyed boy shook his head. “No. I fly like bird.”

“You like birds?”

“Yes.”

“Which one’s your favorite?”

“Eagle.”

“Yeah,” Buckley nodded his head in understanding, “they’re magnificent birds, aren’t they? Maybe you can tell me all about them. Why don’t you give me your hand.” The mustache wearing man brought out his own hand for the boy to grasp.

Looking back over his shoulder for a brief second, Danny glanced back at the man; he took slow, tentative steps forward. An unavoidable shiver ran through him once again as his shoulder was grabbed by a ghostly hand. The said hand was attached to a dead woman in her early thirties. The young child stopped moving while she bent down to hug him from behind.

“Don’t go.” Whispered the woman. “We were having so much fun, remember? I thought you wanted me to teach you how to fly.”

“I do.”

“Then stay.”

“Dearie,” the male voice from the closet said from behind them, “leave the boy alone. He’s not our son.”

“I know that!” She screeched, understandably frightening the youth she refused to release, “…but I like him. I want him.”

“Hey, kid.” Danny looked back over at the officer who was still waiting for him. “C’mon now. Whatever it is that is bothering you, it will all work out. Trust me.”

“See? Look at that.” The frantic entity squealed. “He used the word ‘trust’. He’s obviously a bad man, Danny. Don’t listen to him. Stay with us and we’ll protect you, sweetheart.”

The raven haired boy was torn. He really, really wanted to learn how to fly; but, at the same time, he wasn’t getting a good vibe from the female ghost. The woman wouldn’t let him go; if he moved a certain way, her embrace on him would tighten.

“I no trust you.” The boy mumbled uncertainly.

Down below, concerned faces were showered on the majority of the audience. School was still in session, but a lot of the teachers wanted their students to be refrained from attending the rest of their classes. Many students, including Danny’s sister Jazz, had come to witness the unimaginable sight.

Jazz watched from the sidelines, sobbing as she watched her younger brother converse with the officer. Too many voices were distracting the redhead from clearly comprehending how serious the situation was.

“I need you to come with me.” Officer Buckley nearly wanted to scream. The kid was driving his patience. Yet, he knew he had to be gentle with the boy if he wanted the outcome to be positive one.

Clashing doors from the sides startled officer and child alike. Two feet away from them, Jack and Maddie Fenton panted heavily after running up a flight of stairs to get to their son. The chestnut haired woman recovered first, eyes strictly set on the young boy’s.

The stern police officer’s voice was drowned out as he tried to tell her to refrain from going any closer to the boy. Jack, who took longer to compose himself, stared over at the raven boy, his eyes widening when he saw the dead couple, and the woman’s arms holding on to Danny.

“Get away from him!” The large man shouted.

The deceased female narrowed her eyes into slits; she went upright, but kept her arms firmly around the child without a thought. When Jack had yelled, the police had thought they were talking to their boss above. Many of them were taking action to remove the couple from the scene.

“Go to hell!” The ghost lady retorted. “He’s mine! Besides, we’re not done with our flying lesson.”

While the hostile entity was distracted, Maddie made a dash toward her son, stunning everyone who was watching. Officer Buckley instructed her loudly to stop what ever she was doing. With her fast strength, the young mother ripped Danny away from the ghost’s arms, and held him against her.

The ghostly woman let out a terrifying wail, and lunged forward to the two. The Fenton woman spun around too late as the dead female attacked. Seemingly happening in slow motion, Maddie released the boy to defend herself: Danny leisurely went over the edge as he lost his footing. Screaming could be heard from all over.

“No!“

“Danny!“

Pale arms were quick to catch the young boy as strong fingers held on to the hem of Danny’s shirt. The child looked up to peer into friendly olive eyes. The male voice from before belonged to the dead woman’s life and death partner. The ghostly man grinned at the boy, trying to comfort Danny as much as he could.

“You okay?” The nice ghost asked. The boy answered by nodding his head.

The ghost used all his might to help Danny to come off from the ledge. Once the raven was on the other side, his parents came over and held him. The Fentons were shocked, and they needed reassurance that the boy was safe and sound. Disregarding any of the warnings from the police and the dead woman apologizing, the Fenton family walked back over to exit from the roof. Not before Maddie looked back, and thanked the deceased man quietly.

It took the three a couple of minutes to arrive where the crowd was huddled. Applause was direct as people saw the courageous parents come out to the playground hand in hand with their son. Jazz ran through the bodies of the witnesses and hugged both her parents and brother, crying loudly as she did so.

The officers ran over with paramedics in line, so that they could check the boy over. Maddie reluctantly let him go. While in the back of the hospital insured truck, the young boy made a fuss as medics probed and searched all over his body for any injuries. Once he was deemed healthy enough, Maddie picked up and carried her exhausted child to the parked car, Jack and Jazz in tow.

.:DP:.

“Mommy?”

“Yes, Danny?”

“I sorry.”

“For what, sweetie?”

The pajama wearing young boy shifted comfortably in his blue covered bed. The early day had been full of sorrows, tears, and promises. Danny, although ashamed to admit it, hated the fact that his family weren’t like ordinary people. In a way, it scared him to know that he had the same abilities as his adoptive parents.

“I no like other persons.” Cerulean eyes downcast in hidden shame.

“Danny,” his mother spoke sharply, but with adoration, “you are my precious baby boy. Now matter who or what you are, I will always love you.”

“I loves you, too, mommy. You and daddy and Jazz.”

Maddie leaned forward to bring a chaste kiss on the top of her son’s crown. The sun had set over an hour before; the assorted colors of the mixture of clouds and horizons coexisting beautifully with the night sky. The Fenton mother took a moment to appreciate the scenery, then brought her attention back to the five year old.

“You tucked in tight?” She asked, straightening out the bed sheets and comforter. Danny nodded. “Good. I love you tons.”

Lying on his back, the child gave the woman a half smirk. “I loves you tons more.”

The amethyst eyed woman looked at him in mock skeptics. “How much more?”

“This much!” The boy demonstrated by spreading his arms out as far as he could, giggling in endearment.

Chuckling in amusement with the child’s explanation, Maddie gave once last kiss. “Good night, little one.”

Standing after she had been lounging with Danny in his bed, the woman gave the boy one last loving look. She then turned out the light from the switch in the wall, and left the door open a crack so that the boy wouldn’t be too frightened.

Before sleepy eyes closed, pouty lips whispered to the empty room. ” , (3).”

Notes:

(1) The children’s book Dinosaurs Before Dark by Mary Pope Osbourne was one of my favorite books when I was little. I used to read it all the time! .:Sigh:. Where did my childhood go?

(2) I curse you…

(3) Good night, mother.

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