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Ch. 7
New lease on life
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me nor am I making any money from this story. Only the OC's and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, nudity and crude language. Chapters are rated by content.
Ch. 7
One Spartan meal and many questions later Vlad settled back to relax, satisfied that his counterpart had finally accepted him. He'd soothed the boy's suspicions by relating facts from his past known only to him, and seeing his younger self blush when Vlad revealed the exact location of a carefully concealed stash of girlie magazines was priceless.
Vlad's detailed accounts of his vast wealth and scientific achievements made the boy giddy with excitement, as did the anticipation of the promised training session. But before Vlad could demonstrate a simple exercise designed to concentrate spectral energy in any part of the body he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the telephone. Young Vlad quickly answered and hung up after speaking for a few minutes.
"That was my uncle Olaf, he called to ..." "Ask you for a ride? I used to pick him up, too. How is the old fellow?" Vlad said with a smile. "Not so good, he's going in for surgery ...", young Vlad said hesitantly. When he spoke again, his voice was thickly laced with suspicion. "Why did you just ask that? I thought you said you knew him."
"The uncle in my past was sick, too, but our histories aren't carbon copies. There are subtle differences between my past and yours", Vlad hastened to reassure his alter ego.
"Such as?" the boy asked, still a little on edge. "Well, for example, I never - ah, dated Maddie." Vlad waited for the impact of this explosive statement, but his younger self merely shrugged. "You didn't miss much. Was she even in your past?" Vlad smiled amiably while keeping a tight control on his rising anger. How dare this slacker dismiss Maddie's importance in his life? "Yes, I knew her well, we were good friends, but she fell in love with Jack and eventually married him." That statement didn't get a rise out of the boy either, once again he shrugged while searching his pants pockets for the car keys. "Serves Jack right, he deserves her. Uh, do you want to come along to Olaf's?" "Why not?" Vlad said, still seething that his counterpart cared so little for the woman he'd crossed decades to meet.
"So Jack and Maddie got hitched in your time? That figures, I guess. She really likes him in my time, too", young Vlad said while they pulled out of the driveway. "How is that possible, I thought she was with you?" Vlad said innocently. His younger self snorted dismissively. "That's what I thought, too, but just a few weeks ago I caught her talking to that moron on the phone!" Vlad quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe he was simply calling to check on you, have you considered that? After all, you were friends before the accident." "But not afterwards! It's bad enough my girl would even talk to the guy who ruined my life, but she did more than that, and I have proof!" his alter ego hissed. "What kind of proof?" Vlad asked lightly, but to his immense annoyance the boy refused to provide details and rather than press the issue further, Vlad lapsed into silence.
Green Bay was far behind them before young Vlad's interest in conversation returned and he launched into the topic of Maddie's betrayal with renewed vigor. "And you know what the worst part was? For a while Maddie was the only thing that kept me going! She wouldn't leave my side after the accident, even insisted on staying with me in the hospital, always trying to keep my spirits up. But I guess she burned out on being with a pimply freak, just like everyone else ..." Vlad's younger self said bitterly and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
What a blind fool you are to put so much effort into dreaming up conspiracies involving the one person who truly loves you, Vlad thought while he made an attempt to calm the emotional boy. "You're no freak, son. I know how you feel, because I felt like that once, too, but trust me, it will pass. Why, look at me now! You wouldn't call me a freak, would you?" "You turned out all right, so that means there's hope for me yet, I guess!" the alter ego said with a feeble grin. "No doubt about it, you've got a great future ahead of you!" Vlad broke into a hearty laugh and after a moment's hesitation his younger self joined in.
As they neared their destination, Vlad looked at the vast landscape with a strong sense of nostalgia. Recently harvested fields and cow pastures stretched on to the dusky horizon, and a sign announced the upcoming town of Seasons. A typical little farm town in the heart of dairy land, Vlad's family had lived here before moving to Green Bay, and memories of a harmonious childhood in the country flooded his mind.
An ancient tractor blocked the road ahead and after a few minutes of trailing behind the slow moving piece of farm machinery young Vlad gunned the Volvo's engine and pulled over to pass. That old John Deere looks familiar, Vlad thought as the car passed by the tractor, his uncle Olaf had once owned one just like it, in fact even the license plate seemed the same. But the man steering the tractor was too short and fat to be Olaf and Vlad turned to his young companion. But before he could even open his mouth to ask a question the young man spoke up. "You recognized it, huh? That's Olaf's tractor all right! I used to ride it all the time when I was a kid, and Mom would go crazy with worry I'd fall off and kill myself!" "Yes, I remember, but who was that driving it just now?" Vlad asked.
"Old man Schlechtwetter always had his eye on it, and Olaf finally sold it to him." Vlad frowned. Something about this story didn't seem right. The uncle he remembered considered that tractor a part of the family, and would most certainly never have sold it, least of all to mean old Schlechtwetter, who was friends with no one. In Vlad's own time that particular tractor had been stolen shortly after Olaf's death, never to be seen again. Here was yet another mysterious deviation of the time stream, Vlad thought and filed this detail away for later consideration.
Daylight was rapidly fading, but Vlad was still able to make out the name on the battered mailbox ahead, and soon he caught a glimpse of the white farm house at the end of the long gravel driveway. He quickly shifted into intangible ghost mode as they approached the house. "Why did you do that? I wanted you to meet Olaf!" young Vlad said with a note of disappointment in his nasally voice. "I will meet him when the time is right!" Vlad said curtly. As the car rattled to a stop the front door of the house swung open and a tall figure appeared in the brightly lit space.
"About time you got here, boy", the old man rasped. "I had a friend over and we lost all track of time" young Vlad said with a grin. Well put, Plasmius thought while he followed the two men into the house.
A/N: Seasons is a fictitious town, at least to the best of my knowledge no such place exists in Wisconsin.
A Danny Phantom fan fic by Wega the blue sun
No copyright infringement is intended, the DP characters don't belong to me nor am I making any money from this story. Only the OC's and the story itself belong to me, and I'm still not making any money.
Vlad goes to desperate lengths to attain his hearts desire. Story contains mature themes, adult situations, nudity and crude language. Chapters are rated by content.
Ch. 7
One Spartan meal and many questions later Vlad settled back to relax, satisfied that his counterpart had finally accepted him. He'd soothed the boy's suspicions by relating facts from his past known only to him, and seeing his younger self blush when Vlad revealed the exact location of a carefully concealed stash of girlie magazines was priceless.
Vlad's detailed accounts of his vast wealth and scientific achievements made the boy giddy with excitement, as did the anticipation of the promised training session. But before Vlad could demonstrate a simple exercise designed to concentrate spectral energy in any part of the body he was interrupted by the sudden ringing of the telephone. Young Vlad quickly answered and hung up after speaking for a few minutes.
"That was my uncle Olaf, he called to ..." "Ask you for a ride? I used to pick him up, too. How is the old fellow?" Vlad said with a smile. "Not so good, he's going in for surgery ...", young Vlad said hesitantly. When he spoke again, his voice was thickly laced with suspicion. "Why did you just ask that? I thought you said you knew him."
"The uncle in my past was sick, too, but our histories aren't carbon copies. There are subtle differences between my past and yours", Vlad hastened to reassure his alter ego.
"Such as?" the boy asked, still a little on edge. "Well, for example, I never - ah, dated Maddie." Vlad waited for the impact of this explosive statement, but his younger self merely shrugged. "You didn't miss much. Was she even in your past?" Vlad smiled amiably while keeping a tight control on his rising anger. How dare this slacker dismiss Maddie's importance in his life? "Yes, I knew her well, we were good friends, but she fell in love with Jack and eventually married him." That statement didn't get a rise out of the boy either, once again he shrugged while searching his pants pockets for the car keys. "Serves Jack right, he deserves her. Uh, do you want to come along to Olaf's?" "Why not?" Vlad said, still seething that his counterpart cared so little for the woman he'd crossed decades to meet.
"So Jack and Maddie got hitched in your time? That figures, I guess. She really likes him in my time, too", young Vlad said while they pulled out of the driveway. "How is that possible, I thought she was with you?" Vlad said innocently. His younger self snorted dismissively. "That's what I thought, too, but just a few weeks ago I caught her talking to that moron on the phone!" Vlad quizzically raised an eyebrow. "Well, maybe he was simply calling to check on you, have you considered that? After all, you were friends before the accident." "But not afterwards! It's bad enough my girl would even talk to the guy who ruined my life, but she did more than that, and I have proof!" his alter ego hissed. "What kind of proof?" Vlad asked lightly, but to his immense annoyance the boy refused to provide details and rather than press the issue further, Vlad lapsed into silence.
Green Bay was far behind them before young Vlad's interest in conversation returned and he launched into the topic of Maddie's betrayal with renewed vigor. "And you know what the worst part was? For a while Maddie was the only thing that kept me going! She wouldn't leave my side after the accident, even insisted on staying with me in the hospital, always trying to keep my spirits up. But I guess she burned out on being with a pimply freak, just like everyone else ..." Vlad's younger self said bitterly and gripped the steering wheel tightly.
What a blind fool you are to put so much effort into dreaming up conspiracies involving the one person who truly loves you, Vlad thought while he made an attempt to calm the emotional boy. "You're no freak, son. I know how you feel, because I felt like that once, too, but trust me, it will pass. Why, look at me now! You wouldn't call me a freak, would you?" "You turned out all right, so that means there's hope for me yet, I guess!" the alter ego said with a feeble grin. "No doubt about it, you've got a great future ahead of you!" Vlad broke into a hearty laugh and after a moment's hesitation his younger self joined in.
As they neared their destination, Vlad looked at the vast landscape with a strong sense of nostalgia. Recently harvested fields and cow pastures stretched on to the dusky horizon, and a sign announced the upcoming town of Seasons. A typical little farm town in the heart of dairy land, Vlad's family had lived here before moving to Green Bay, and memories of a harmonious childhood in the country flooded his mind.
An ancient tractor blocked the road ahead and after a few minutes of trailing behind the slow moving piece of farm machinery young Vlad gunned the Volvo's engine and pulled over to pass. That old John Deere looks familiar, Vlad thought as the car passed by the tractor, his uncle Olaf had once owned one just like it, in fact even the license plate seemed the same. But the man steering the tractor was too short and fat to be Olaf and Vlad turned to his young companion. But before he could even open his mouth to ask a question the young man spoke up. "You recognized it, huh? That's Olaf's tractor all right! I used to ride it all the time when I was a kid, and Mom would go crazy with worry I'd fall off and kill myself!" "Yes, I remember, but who was that driving it just now?" Vlad asked.
"Old man Schlechtwetter always had his eye on it, and Olaf finally sold it to him." Vlad frowned. Something about this story didn't seem right. The uncle he remembered considered that tractor a part of the family, and would most certainly never have sold it, least of all to mean old Schlechtwetter, who was friends with no one. In Vlad's own time that particular tractor had been stolen shortly after Olaf's death, never to be seen again. Here was yet another mysterious deviation of the time stream, Vlad thought and filed this detail away for later consideration.
Daylight was rapidly fading, but Vlad was still able to make out the name on the battered mailbox ahead, and soon he caught a glimpse of the white farm house at the end of the long gravel driveway. He quickly shifted into intangible ghost mode as they approached the house. "Why did you do that? I wanted you to meet Olaf!" young Vlad said with a note of disappointment in his nasally voice. "I will meet him when the time is right!" Vlad said curtly. As the car rattled to a stop the front door of the house swung open and a tall figure appeared in the brightly lit space.
"About time you got here, boy", the old man rasped. "I had a friend over and we lost all track of time" young Vlad said with a grin. Well put, Plasmius thought while he followed the two men into the house.
A/N: Seasons is a fictitious town, at least to the best of my knowledge no such place exists in Wisconsin.