Phan oneshots

I dream you're still here

Sequel to Ballad of Mona Lisa
Phan songfic (also in need of editing but ain't nobody got time for that)

He didn't live after Dan died. His life stopped. He still went to work every day, but that was it. That was the only thing that stayed the same. Everything changed when Dan died. He never saw him again after the wake, after he helped him get some piece. But there was one thing he did every night, one thing that made him feel alive. He went to sleep just as any other person would do, and he dreamt. He dreamt of Dan being alive. Of watching him as he talked about one of his crazy inventions and experiments, of stroking his hair from his eyes in the middle of the night as he slept, he loved it so much. He threw off his shirt and shook off his pants, collapsing onto the cold bed. He snuggled under the blanket, burying his face in the pillow and closing his eyes, sleep taking over immediately.

"Hey Phil." Dan said with a small smile, his eyes tearful and sad. It wasn't like usual. They weren't in some place they went to in real life, there was nothing there. The ground was white, the sky was white, everything was white.
"Dan? Are you okay?" Phil asked, stepping closer to Dan, but he didn't get any closer and stayed exactly where he had been before.
"What's going on?" He was getting worried, this was weird, it had never been like this before.
"Phil, I need to tell you something." Dan sniffled and a single tear fell from his brown eyes.
"What is it?" But before Dan could respond the scene changed. They were in Dan's lab. Dan was sitting on a stool in front of the table, holding a vial of something and pouring it into a silver container.
"What was that?" Dan looked up when Phil spoke and smiled.
"Hey Phil, what are you doing here? I didn't hear you come in." Dan stood up, walking over and kissing Phil gently on the forehead.
"Are you all done with work?" Phil nodded hesitantly. He was so confused, he didn't know what had happened. But he brushed it off, he was with Dan and they were both fine.
"Are you okay?" Dan asked with a worried frown, brushing Phil's hair out of his face. Phil smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, I'm fine. So, what are you working on?" Dan smirked at the question, taking Phil's hand and dragging him to the table. He explained what he was doing, how it was a sedative that people would be able to take to sleep better if they had night terrors and such. Phil nodded along and smiled, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Suddenly Dan yawned loudly, like he always did, and Phil chuckled, rubbing his shoulders.
"Are you tired?" Dan nodded, running a hand through his hair.
"How long have you been working?" Dan shrugged.
"Since dawn I think. I'm not really sure." Phil smiled, turning Dan around.
"Let's go to sleep, okay?" Dan nodded and followed Phil to his room, taking off his shirt as he walked and throwing it on the floor. They both climbed into the bed, wrapping their arms around each other, Phil burying his head in the crook of Dan's neck and Dan resting his head on top of Phil's.
"I love you." He mumbled sleepily. Phil teared up but closed his eyes anyway, letting the tears fall freely.
"I love you too."

That was the only problem with these dreams. He always woke up. And Dan was gone. He was dead. And Phil was alone. And every single time he woke up, he was crying. He missed Dan so much, he couldn't handle it. But then he got up and went to work, waiting until he could go to sleep again. But this morning was different. He was distracted by the dream. Dan had looked so sad, so broken, so lonely and it broke Phil's heart. He had wanted to tell him something. Phil knew it hadn't just been a dream. He could always feel something, see something everyone else couldn't. When Dan died, he saw him at the wake and he helped him. He had seen Dan again in that dream. That had been Dan, it had to be.
"Phil, you okay? You seem distracted?" Phil looked up, smiling at Kian and nodding.
"I'm fine, I just had a bad dream." Kian nodded.
"Dan again?" Phil nodded and Kian backed off, both of them getting back to work. Phil and Kian had gotten closer after Dan died for no real reason. They had always worked together, but Kian had seen him break down so many times and helped him that Phil had grown to trust him. He had told him practically everything, but yet he didn't feel he could tell him about his dream, about seeing Dan again. After work Kian did the same thing he did every night and insisted on walking Phil home, even though he lived close by. He did it every night, saying it was because it was in the way to his house. Phil didn't mind really, he liked the company. Phil smiled and waved at Kian who smiled and waved back, continuing the walk to his house. Phil walked in, closing the door behind him and locking it. He wasn't hungry so he just went to bed, going right to sleep.

He was at the white place again. But he couldn't see Dan anywhere.
"You're here again." He spun around at the sound of a raspy voice. He froze when he saw Dan. He looked horrible. He was way too thin and had bags under his dead looking eyes, his skin was white as chalk and he was shaking but he managed a smile, just for Phil.
"What happened to you?" Phil whispered.
"I died, Phil. And you kept me here." Dan said, gesturing at the place around him.
"What do you mean? I don't understand." Phil said and he could already feel tears forming in his eyes.
"You couldn't let me go and for some reason that meant I couldn't go. Every time you dreamt of me I was actually there. I miss you so much Phil but I can't take this anymore. I can't do anything. I can't talk to you, I can't kiss you I can't do anything. I want to go Phil, please just let me go." They were both crying now and Phil shook his head.
"I can't, Dan. I love you. I can't lose you."
"You already have." Dan sniffled.
"I died five years ago, Phil. I love you, so much, and I want you to live your life." Phil shook his head, running his hands through his hair.
"I can't." He whispered. There was a shuffling sound and suddenly Phil was wrapped in Dan's arms.
"Please, Phil." Dan begged, squeezing Phil tighter and crying into his shoulder.
"If you love me, let me go." Phil sniffled again and Dan moved, looking into Phil's blue eyes and smiling.
"I love your eyes so much, there's so much color in them, so much life." Phil smiled. He couldn't let Dan go, but he had to. He loved him, so much, he had to.
"I love you too, Dan. I love your eyes, they're so dark, I love your lips, your hair, that stupid brain of yours, I love you." Dan smiled and slowly they moved forward. Their lips moved together perfectly and for a moment everything felt the same, like they were together again. They pulled away and Dan smiled.
"Thank you."

Phil opened his eyes slowly, looking up at the wooden ceiling above him. He smiled. He kissed Dan again. He was crying, but he was happy. He stood up. He had something important to do. He got dressed quickly and ran as fast as he could.
"Phil! What are you doing here?" Kian smiled when he saw Phil running towards him. Phil smiled, running straight at him and hugging him as tight as he could.
"Wow, are you okay?" Phil nodded.
"Thanks for being my friend Kian." And then he ran again. He ran downtown to the one place he wanted to be. He opened the door slowly, peeking inside to make sure he was alone. The house was dusty and full of bugs and cobwebs, but it was the same. No one had wanted to move in, everyone loved Dan too much to be able to change anything. Phil walked to his kitchen and grabbed the kettle, filling it with water and putting it on the stove. He grabbed a cup and the sugar from the pantry and made himself a cup of tea. There was one more thing he needed though. He took his cup and walked into Dan's lab. It was dusty but he knew where what he needed was. He opened one of the drawers and pulled a vial out. He remembered the green liquid perfectly. He opened it, pouring every drop into the cup. He closed his eyes. Dan was going to be so mad at him. Holding his nose and sitting on the floor, he chugged the entire cup. He didn't feel anything first, but then it hurt to breathe, and then everything hurt. He dropped the cup, collapsing on the ground and everything went black. But then there was a light. He was back in the white room. He gasped as he was tackled to the ground.
"You idiot!" Dan yelled, crying into Phil's shoulder. Phil smiled, stroking his head gently.
"Sorry." Dan looked up and he looked so much better, he looked okay again.
"I couldn't let you go." Phil said and Dan shook his head.
"You are so stupid." Phil giggled.
"You love me anyway." Dan smiled, pecking his lips.
"Of course I do."