Today is the Seventh day of the Omer

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Title: Flicker
Fandoms: DP, (C) Butch Hartman, who would probably hang himself if he ever read this
Rating: R, although noting happens onscreen
Warnings: WrongSick; implied yaoi, incest, issues of consent

It was . . . odd, definitely, the way that it had happened. The two of them trapped together under tons of concrete, Jack with no hope and Phantom with no fear. Odd how all the bones of time had fallen just so, clicking softly one another as they made this happen. Almost as if it had been orchestrated. Almost.

A ghost attack had caused yet another power outage in Amity Park, which was not in itself so unusual, and as was normal the generator in the op center had wheezed its way to life. Jack had turned on the ghost shield; Maddie had begun making cookies in preparation for the inevitable influx of people. Jazz had dragged Danny off to her room and they were now both locked in there, refusing to come out.

And then. Jack wasn’t quite sure what had happened, but the ghost shield had cut out suddenly–maybe a fuse had blown somewhere. But abruptly the power was out at FentonWorks too, and Jazz (still locked in her room) had said they weren’t getting her aromatherapy candles, go to the store and buy them like normal people!

Maddie was still cooking, no amount of persuasion could get either of the children out of her room, and so it was up to Jack to get the candles.

Who could have predicted that, on his way home with a box of white candles and a few FudgerNutter bars, the fight would have gotten too close? Who could have known that the ghost boy and the electric thing would suddenly turn from their impromptu fight at his presence?

But regardless of his own thoughts, Jack was now trapped in the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle, under tons of immovable concrete. There was no way out, but for the ghost boy, and the ghost boy was not his friend.

The candle wavered in the small, dark space.

***

“Why go to so much trouble for that?” asked Technus, watching as the Fenton Family Assault Vehicle was buried.

“He’s mine,” said Danny, shifting eyes to look at the technological ghost. “You know.”

Technus flinched back from that gaze, because he knew he couldn’t beat it; nothing could beat madness like that. “And you won’t stop me?”

“You have until sunup, provided that you don’t kill anybody. If you’re still here then . . . ” the sentence was left unfinished, but it didn’t need to be.

***

He had a simple choice: Give up, or let his family die.

“How do I know you will keep your word?”

“Because you are mine.”

Those green eyes were hypnotic in their intensity.

“And you won’t hurt them? Maddie and Jazzy-pants and–” he wanted to say Danny, but couldn’t. Danny was his, he was Danny’s, it was wrong and wonderful, and this ghost boy offered him nothing more or less that Danny’s hatred–

The candle was using up air too quickly, but he needed it to hold off the dark. Without it, the only light would be from the ghost boy’s eyes.

Without it, he’d give in.

“And your son,” the ghost practically spat the word. “They will be safe. From me.”

It was tempting. So very tempting, but he didn’t, he couldn’t submit–

A hand, invisible and nearly intangible, creeping across this torso; a second one, stroking the insides of his thighs. Jack closed his eyes, and in that instant the ghost extinguished the candle.

“So how about it? You give me what I want, and will fight with you–” so many meanings there “–instead of against you. I protect what is mine, after all.”

He’d die, his family would die, if he didn’t. “ . . . yes.”

“Open your eyes,” commanded the ghost, as he felt cool fingers leave traces against his skin and then just under his skin. “I want to watch you scream for me.” I’m not going to let you pretend I’m someone else, hung the words unspoken.

The ghost’s eyes flickered like a fire of copper salts; and in the end, he did scream, pleasure and pain, while the ghost boy burned an invisible mark under his skin.

“Mine!”


Emmy, that pairing squicks me and I still wrote it. Because your Muse Hat (TM) spawned this bunny . . . you are converting me! <3

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