Phan oneshots

The ballad of Mona Lisa

Phan songfic (old and in need of editing but I don't have the time to so here ya go)

The first thing he noticed was his clothes. They weren't his own, a dark thick coat with a white cravat. He was in his house, he knew when he saw the lab filled with all of his experiments. He saw his friends, acquaintances, family, everyone was there. But they didn't see him, and he didn't know what was going on. Why was everyone looking so sad? Wearing dark clothes, walking around and talking quietly with each other, patting his family on the back with sorry faces. And then it clicked. Why they couldn't see him, why they were sad. He was dead. His friend, Catherine, walked right past him and toward the window, opening it before turning back and walking to her little brother. Opening the window. It was the first step. Dan closed his eyes for a bit. He wasn't scared, there was nothing he could do. Or, there was one thing, he just had to find him. He had to find the one person who could possibly help him. It might not work, but he had to try. And he had to try to remember, remember what happened, how he died. So he just stopped. Closed his eyes, stopped moving and focused.

Dan tried to ignore the irritating knocking at first, brushing it off and trying to focus on getting the right amount of acid into the container. But after about fifteen minutes of relentless knocking he gave up with a loud huff, storming over to the door and flinging it open.
"What?!" He growled at the person who had disturbed him. He froze when he was met with scared wide blue eyes.
"Sorry Phil, I didn't mean to be rude." He apologized to his friend, moving out of the way and letting him in.
"Don't worry, it's fine. I'm sorry if I disturbed you." He said in his quiet voice. Dan smiled.
"It's okay. Did you need something?" Phil shook his head, his fingers brushing gently over the table, a layer of dust covering his fingertips.
"I just wanted to see how you were doing. I haven't seen you in so long." Dan nodded, leaning on the table.
"I haven't been out in a while, I've been working on a new experiment." He explained. Phil turned around with a childlike grin, his eyes full of excitement. Dan raised a brow.
"You want to see?" Phil nodded frantically and Dan waved him over to where he was stood. Phil came over immediately, scanning the table and Dan pointed over to the glass half full of green liquid.
"See this?" Phil nodded. "It's filled with arsenic and cyanide, and I was just about to add the acid. You want to help?" Phil nodded again, and Dan pointed to the bottle of acid on the table.
"Can you grab that? Be careful." Phil nodded, picking the bottle up as carefully as possible and setting it down next to Dan. Dan picked it up.
"You can help me pour it." He mumbled and Phil nodded, placing his hand on Dan's and slowly tilting the bottle so only a few drops fell into the mixture of poison.
"That should be enough." Dan said, setting the bottle back down.
"I had another nightmare." Phil mumbled quietly, but Dan heard. He turned to face Phil, a worried expression on his face.
"What was it about?" He asked gently, running a hand through Phil's soft black hair. Phil sniffled a bit.
"You died. I don't remember how or who killed you but you were murdered, killed and I couldn't do anything." Phil sniffled again and Dan smiled gently, lifting Phil's head up and looking into his eyes.
"I'm okay, and I will be for a while longer. I'm not dying." Phil nodded.
"But last time it happened. Martyn died." Dan nodded, wiping Phil's tears away.
"That was one time, Phil. I'm fine." Dan reassured him.
"Can I stay here tonight? Just in case." Dan nodded.
"Of course you can, any time you want." Phil smiled up at him and Dan placed a gentle kiss to his forehead, making Phil giggle.
"Promise you're not going anywhere?" Phil whispered.
"I promise."

Dan opened his eyes again when he felt tears start streaming down his cheeks. He wiped them away quickly, shaking his head and looking around. There were more people now and Catherine was closing the window. It had been two hours. That was the second rule. He decide to follow her, sneaking behind her and looking around the room, ignoring the crying face of his brother and trying to find Phil. He could help him. He had to. He saw Chris and PJ talking with Ricky and Kian with Kian holding a sobbing Tyler. PJ's eyes were bloodshot and tired and Chris looked beaten down. Kian was thin and Ricky looked like he hadn't slept in a week while Tyler just looked completely destroyed. Dan hated it, seeing his friends like that, but there was nothing he could do about it. He was dead. He especially hated that he was the reason for their sadness, but that was why he pushed on and followed Catherine. She stopped in front of the clock and reached into it, stopping it. Next she grabbed a blanket and covered the large mirror, and Dan knew exactly what was next. Cleaning the body. He didn't know if he could handle it, seeing his own dead body, but they would cover the face which helped a bit. The body was in the back room, wearing a white shirt and pants, and as he had predicted his face was covered. Catherine and her friend Zoe were cleaning the body with wet rags and the sight made Dan sick to the stomach. They were probably going to move the body soon, but until then he had to try to remember more, remember what happened when he died. He had to remember who had made him break his promise to Phil. So he closed his eyes once again and tried his best to clear his mind.