phan oneshots

extraterrestrial (fluff)

disclaimer: based off a dream I literally just had, and loosely based off Eleven from Stranger Things

(a/n: Phil is a test subject for scientists until he escapes, only to find an innocent regular boy named Dan that's the same age as him)

"He's escaped!"

Phil was running. His lungs were stinging, feet aching, but he had to get out. It's been years of this- years of needles jabbing into him, being electrocuted and strapped down into seats. Enough was enough. Today was the day Phil would escape and, well, be successful.

This isn't the first time Phil's tried to escape. He's tried a thousand times but always failed. Something always ruined it. But nothing was going to get in his way now. He'd rather die than stay here.

He turned a corner, running towards an exit when suddenly a scientist knocked him down. The man held a needle in his hand, and Phil panicked, turning it around and jabbing it into the man's chest. He fell unconscious and Phil shoved his body off him, stumbling out of the doors and sprinting.

The fresh air hit him- he hadn't been outside in years. His bare feet against the cold pavement was so new and he loved it. The sky was so pretty, full of stars and a moon. He never got to see that.

He ran and ran, until he came across a forest. He hid himself behind the trees until he was sure the scientists were nowhere near him, taking a breather and searching for shelter.

Phil then came across a cabin, windows exposing a lantern inside and no one visible. He took his chance, pushing open the door and instantly smelling firewood. His eyes scanned the place, examining a fireplace, couches, a kitchen- all wood. It was so cozy and warm.

His stomach growled, reminding him how hungry he was. Phil hurried to the fridge, taking and eating everything he could find. Then he let himself fall onto the couch, relishing in the soft cushions. This was nothing like his cold, plain cell with a metal bed and barely a mattress.

Then suddenly he heard a gun cock behind him and Phil was sure he was going to die, after all this and he would be killed, but the voice that spoke up was unfamiliar.

"Who are you? Turn around,"

Phil listened immediately, used to being punished if he wasn't obedient. His eyes were wide as he stood, turning and raising his hands up to face the stranger. And he looked anything but harmless.

His brown eyes were sparkling from the glow of the fireplace, hands shaking on the gun. His hair was in curly wisps, warm sweater on and rosy lips.

"Do I have to repeat myself? Who are you?" The man questioned. Phil's eyes watered. He felt like this was a test, all he was ever allowed to say was yes and no. No other replies. "Do you not speak?"

"I'm Philip," he finally murmured, instantly wincing as he prepared himself to take a bullet. But no gunshot occurred, only a response from the man.

"What do you want? You come into my home, scavenge my food like a damn bear after hibernation- I could shoot you."

"Please, I just-" Phil cut himself off. He couldn't explain where he came from. But he could show him. He lifted his arms, showing the scars of needle holes and bruises from rough fingers. The man gulped.

"You weren't safe?" He offered. Phil sighed, shaking his head. The man's expression instantly changed to an empathetic one and he lowered the gun, running a hand through his auburn hair. "I'm Dan. . . are you cold? Still hungry?"

Phil nodded, and Dan rushed off into the hallway, coming back with a fuzzy blanket. He wrapped Phil in it, telling him to stay put. He then came back with clothes. "They might be a little oversized but, I figured you'd want better clothes than those scrubs."

Phil quietly thanked him, standing up and beginning to pull at the bottom of his scrubs. Dan shot his hands over his own eyes.

"No, no, no! Privacy, Philip! Change in my room!"

Phil blushed, wandering off into the hallway and into a bedroom- Dan's bedroom. It had a nice bed, dresser, curtains, lanterns and many clothes and blankets. Phil instantly became tired, quickly changing so he could lie down on top of the bedspread. He let his palms run over the fabric, admiring the comfort it portrayed.

There was a knock and Dan made his way in, hot chocolate in a mug. He handed it to a Phil who stupidly took a sip right away, hissing and nearly spitting out the liquid. Dan held back a laugh, furrowing his eyebrows.

"Do you have a home, Phil? Is that okay? Can I call you Phil?"

Phil fidgeted. "Yes, you may call me Phil. And no, I do not have a home."

Dan's lips formed in a tight line.

"Well, the couch in the living room turns into a bed if you'd like to sleep there?"

Phil nodded eagerly. "Thank you so much, I- I'm sorry for intruding."

"It's okay," Dan smiled gently. He then helped Phil get ready for bed, pulling out blankets and pillows. Phil climbed onto the futon after finishing his hot chocolate, yawning. He began to get under the sheets till he noticed Dan beginning to go back to his room to sleep, making a noise of disagreement.

Dan paused. "What?" Phil was too shy to respond. "Are you afraid? Do you want me to keep watch?"

Phil nodded, gulping. Dan promised to be back, coming back in pajamas and sitting in a chair by the couch Phil was laying on. Phil was tired, but he was so interested in seeing someone that wasn't in a lab coat injuring him. Instead, this person was beautiful and caring. Phil didn't want to close his eyes and fall asleep because he didn't know what would happen tomorrow. If he'd wake up here, or wake him up back in his cell with this all being some kind of dream.

"Why do you keep staring at me? You look exhausted, Phil, you really should sleep."

"You are beautiful," Phil mumbled, the statement more of a thought out loud than a reply to dan. Dan blushed, his cheeks rosy from the reflection of the flames by them.

"Go to bed."

And he did, Dan staying up all night to make sure he was safe. Dan wanted to ask more questions, figure out where he came from and what happened there. But for now, he'd let this man sleep.

He was going to protect him without question.