The Trio Reborn: Regain Humanity (DP fanfic) Branch 1

Chapter 9: White Lies, Or Just Not The Whole Truth.

   After I cried my emotions out Vlad had to take me home, I had passed out. So next thing I know is I wake up in my bed with Jazz sitting next to me reading a book. I look around confused for a moment then remembered what had happened, I had shown weakness to Vlad. Vlad, the only one who can understand, yet is my enemy. Why does the world hate me? I sigh, bringing Jazz's attention to myself now that I had shown I'm awake. She waits to bother me until I show that I'm awake usually, she is a really nice, if really annoying, big sister. "Danny, are you alright? Vlad brought you back passed out saying you desperately needed some rest, and perhaps a psychology talk. Have you been pulling more all-nighters like I said not to?" And here is the Protective Big Sister Questioning Mode again. 

   I sit up, getting a worried look from Jazz, and assure her I'm fine, no I haven't been pulling all-nighters, and I'm just really tired from the new powers. Which isn't a lie, just not the whole truth again. I've gotten to good at lying and acting for it to be good haven't I? She doesn't completely buy it but she seems placated with it, now I just have to figure other things out. My stomach grumbles and Jazz gets up, most likely to get me some food, after chuckling to my embarrassment. Vlad isn't in Fentonworks anymore, I can't sense him here, so he must have left a while ago. Just how long was I out, when was I brought back, and when did he leave? I'll have to ask. He is obviously keeping his promise of not telling anyone about my breakdown though, and I now know that he really does care for me as a son, but why? Is it because I am the only one that can truly relate to him, because I'm Mom's son, or because I have what he never got, perhaps all three? Why exactly does he care for me? This is all so confusing, I'll think about it after I eat. 

   I hear the thumping of heavy steps and the tapping of light steps, Dad and Mom, rushing up the stairs to see how I'm doing. I smile, thinking of how great it is for them to care for me, to care for both Fenton and Phantom. Dad gets into my room first with his bulky frame, then Mom with her smaller but equally powerful one. "Danny-boy, you're alright!" Dad booms as they near my bed. "Vladdie brought you in a few hours ago saying you guys were talking about us knowing about you being Phantom and you got dizzy then passed out. He left a little bit after making sure you were alright, that was so noble of him wasn't it." Dad beamed at his words and Mom rolled her eyes, but agreed. "Have you been doing ok Danny? You know now you can tell us anything right?" My Dad sounding worried was not something you wanted to hear, he rarely get worried. My Mom agreed with him again, asking me the same thing.

   "I'm fine now really. I've just been getting a bit more tired than usual with learning about my new powers, having them grow you know. I'm pretty much going through a ghost growth spurt." They nodded in understanding and then hugged me, I hugged back. After the family-bonding moment in which Jazz had arrived back in my room she handed me some eggs and bacon saying something about needing to keep up a healthy and energized diet. I just agreed with her while eating, not wanting an even longer lecture and mental evaluation. 

   After a while of resting, Mom and Dad demanding they take care of the ghosts that appeared instead, Sam and Tucker came over demanding to know what happened. I told them the same thing I told my parents and Jazz, they knew I wasn't ready to tell them the whole truth but they were content knowing the basics. They were sure I would tell them the rest when I was ready, I tell them everything after all right? No. haha, No, I don't. I won't tell them of my immortality. I won't tell them everything I know, everything Vlad knows, I won't tell them anything that can or will hurt them. I wish for them to believe I tell them everything, and they do, but once again I can only tell part of the truth, always having to be telling a white lie. Doesn't everyone do that though, so what if I just have to do it so much more? I'm not lying for anything bad, I'm lying to protect those around me from the harsh truths I know. I lie to protect those around me from the horrors of both death, and life. I lie, so that I can survive just like those around me.