Shan presents
Twins
A Danny Phantom AU fan fic!
PART I
PART I
Danny Fenton watched as his older sister, Jazzy, squealed and skipped out of the room his parents were in. He was only walking past.
"Danny? Could you come in here a moment?" his mother called. Danny shrugged and walked in silently. He was only four. He wore blue shorts and a white shirt with a red logo on it. His sneakers were red and white as well. He looked at his mother with his big blue eyes. His black hair was floppy and he blew his fringe that needed a cut out of his eyes. He sat down on the nearest chair.
Maddie Fenton smiled at her son warmly, her husband Jack at her side. Her amethyst eyes seemed so excited, so unknowing of the future. Jack just looked hungry, as usual.
"Danny, sweetie, Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you," Maddie said, her eyes softening ever so slightly. "You're going to have a new baby brother or sister."
"Maybe two," Jack smiled.
"Don't even joke, Jack, dear," Maddie laughed, swatting him playfully.
At that moment, Danny was silent, a lump in his throat. He nodded and got off the chair. He walked out the room and closed the door behind him before running to his room. He flung the door shut and climbed under his bed. He curled up in a ball and stayed there, silent. He started to cry after ten minutes. What was he feeling? Fear that his parents wouldn't love or want him anymore? Hate that a new baby would take all the attention? He didn't know. He didn't understand. And why was Jazzy so happy? Didn't she think about these things? Danny guessed not.
He stopped crying, feeling tired. He closed his eyes and dreamt. He dreamt about ghosts. And then he dreamt the nightmare. He dreamt that he was in a dark room with only a window that showed the moon. Danny was scared. A door opened but no one came in. Danny looked down and a baby was watching him on all fours. Danny gulped and backed away. The baby laughed and advanced, backing Danny against a wall. But the wall wasn't there. Danny was falling. And Danny woke up to see his mother's face next to him.
"Danny? Are you okay, sweetheart? You missed dinner," Maddie whispered to him. Danny nodded. "Do you want to come and help me pick the baby's name?"
Danny looked into his mother's violet eyes. He nodded and Maddie reached and scooped him out from under the bed. Danny smelt lavender in his mother's reddish-brown hair. She carried him downstairs.
"Jazzy's gone out to play, Danny, and Daddy's in the basement," Maddie told her son, putting him on the sofa (A/N: This writer is British and refuses to use American words unless absolutely needed). "Are you hungry?"
Danny nodded and rubbed his cheek. When Maddie left the room, he turned the TV on. A familiar kid’s show filled the screen. It was about a boy who could turn into a ghost. His name was Sammy Spectre. Danny's eyes were glued to the screen. When Maddie came back with a plateful of sandwiches and lemonade, he had his head at an angle and his mouth was slightly open. Maddie chuckled and sat next to him.
"Sammy Spectre? That friendly ghost boy? Oh, Danny. Real ghosts aren't like that. Real ghosts are scary but don't you worry, Mommy and Daddy will protect you," Maddie hugged him, handing him a sandwich in the process. "I promise."
The show ended twenty minutes later and Maddie looked at her son. He was still and silent.
"What do you want to call the baby?" Maddie asked her son, her arm around him affectionately. Danny looked up at her, blue eyes sad.
"I don't know," he whispered, his voice quiet and high.
"Oh, sure you do, Danny. You've got a great imagination," Maddie smiled and kissed his forehead.
Danny looked at his feet. "Not Danny," he sniffed.
"Of course not, silly. Danny's your name," Maddie chortled. "Is there a name you really, really like?"
Danny thought hard before answering, "Fabian."
"Fabian Fenton? That's a great name!" Maddie beamed. "But what if it's a girl?"
Danny thought some more. "Ally."
"Perfect, Danny! Fabian or Ally Fenton," Maddie sighed happily.
"Danny? Could you come in here a moment?" his mother called. Danny shrugged and walked in silently. He was only four. He wore blue shorts and a white shirt with a red logo on it. His sneakers were red and white as well. He looked at his mother with his big blue eyes. His black hair was floppy and he blew his fringe that needed a cut out of his eyes. He sat down on the nearest chair.
Maddie Fenton smiled at her son warmly, her husband Jack at her side. Her amethyst eyes seemed so excited, so unknowing of the future. Jack just looked hungry, as usual.
"Danny, sweetie, Mommy and Daddy have something to tell you," Maddie said, her eyes softening ever so slightly. "You're going to have a new baby brother or sister."
"Maybe two," Jack smiled.
"Don't even joke, Jack, dear," Maddie laughed, swatting him playfully.
At that moment, Danny was silent, a lump in his throat. He nodded and got off the chair. He walked out the room and closed the door behind him before running to his room. He flung the door shut and climbed under his bed. He curled up in a ball and stayed there, silent. He started to cry after ten minutes. What was he feeling? Fear that his parents wouldn't love or want him anymore? Hate that a new baby would take all the attention? He didn't know. He didn't understand. And why was Jazzy so happy? Didn't she think about these things? Danny guessed not.
He stopped crying, feeling tired. He closed his eyes and dreamt. He dreamt about ghosts. And then he dreamt the nightmare. He dreamt that he was in a dark room with only a window that showed the moon. Danny was scared. A door opened but no one came in. Danny looked down and a baby was watching him on all fours. Danny gulped and backed away. The baby laughed and advanced, backing Danny against a wall. But the wall wasn't there. Danny was falling. And Danny woke up to see his mother's face next to him.
"Danny? Are you okay, sweetheart? You missed dinner," Maddie whispered to him. Danny nodded. "Do you want to come and help me pick the baby's name?"
Danny looked into his mother's violet eyes. He nodded and Maddie reached and scooped him out from under the bed. Danny smelt lavender in his mother's reddish-brown hair. She carried him downstairs.
"Jazzy's gone out to play, Danny, and Daddy's in the basement," Maddie told her son, putting him on the sofa (A/N: This writer is British and refuses to use American words unless absolutely needed). "Are you hungry?"
Danny nodded and rubbed his cheek. When Maddie left the room, he turned the TV on. A familiar kid’s show filled the screen. It was about a boy who could turn into a ghost. His name was Sammy Spectre. Danny's eyes were glued to the screen. When Maddie came back with a plateful of sandwiches and lemonade, he had his head at an angle and his mouth was slightly open. Maddie chuckled and sat next to him.
"Sammy Spectre? That friendly ghost boy? Oh, Danny. Real ghosts aren't like that. Real ghosts are scary but don't you worry, Mommy and Daddy will protect you," Maddie hugged him, handing him a sandwich in the process. "I promise."
The show ended twenty minutes later and Maddie looked at her son. He was still and silent.
"What do you want to call the baby?" Maddie asked her son, her arm around him affectionately. Danny looked up at her, blue eyes sad.
"I don't know," he whispered, his voice quiet and high.
"Oh, sure you do, Danny. You've got a great imagination," Maddie smiled and kissed his forehead.
Danny looked at his feet. "Not Danny," he sniffed.
"Of course not, silly. Danny's your name," Maddie chortled. "Is there a name you really, really like?"
Danny thought hard before answering, "Fabian."
"Fabian Fenton? That's a great name!" Maddie beamed. "But what if it's a girl?"
Danny thought some more. "Ally."
"Perfect, Danny! Fabian or Ally Fenton," Maddie sighed happily.