Danny watched, mind completely blank, as Trumins collapsed, clutching at his shot arm. He snapped out of it and took the gun back, hitting Trumins over the head with it. Once he made sure the scientist was most definatley knocked out he turned to the Specter Speeder, gaping as his parents landed and ran out.
"M-mom? Dad?"
"Danny!" They yelled, suffocating him in a hug. He hugged them back, tears streaming from his eyes.
"It's you, it's really you." He sobbed, clutching at their jump suits. "I thought I'd never see you again."
"Shh, baby, we're here now." His mom cooed, stroking his hair comfortingly. "You're safe now." Danny nodded, wiping the tears away on his tattered sleeve. He paused.
"Dan!" He remembered, running to where his older self lay unconscious. Flare was holding him close, silently crying over him. Danny checked his wound, wincing at the sight of the ectoplasm pouring from melting flesh. "We need to get him back home." He mumbled to no one in particuler. Jack ran forward and helped Danny Cary the flamed-haired ghost to the Speeder, Maddie running ahead to open the door.
The ride back home was full of tension and worry. Flare never left Dan's side, holding his hand close, gazing at his blank face. Danny sat nearby, worrying himself sick. What if Dan never woke up? What if he died? If this had happens when he first got to the facility, it wouldn't have bothered him nearly as much.
It shows how close they had become when forced together by that torture. The silent company was more comforting than anything else, and he had the feeling Dan felt the same way. It's funny, really. His greatest enemy, the one that almost destroyed everything he loved, the one that caused many nightmares the year following, has become one of his best friends, right up there with Sam and Tucker.
He couldn't stand it if Sam or Tucker died. He would fall apart, lose himself. Would the same happen if he lost Dan? He shoved his head into his hands, sighing deeply.
