Song- If we have each-other
Artist- Alec Benjamin (if you never heard of this adorable bean before now, you're welcome)

(You don't have to play the song if you don't want to since only half the song is actually written, but I highly recommend you listen)

OHOHOOO

I did a thing.

I got a very angsty idea for a book and I'm putting the prologue in here for your guys' thoughts. Don't know when the book is gonna be published though, it might not be, who knows? I won't make any promises.

So yeah, I'm emotional as hell rn so writing this wasn't my best idea, but none of my ideas are great so YEAH!

Danny's parents are assholes and Jazzy is a saint. Also, Dash x Danny because,

Hello?

SO MHM!

Warning: ThIngS gEt A bIt SmOoChY aT tHe EnD SOoOo...

This is like a prequel to 'Go Fish'. It explains why Danny didn't want to talk to his family and what he meant by:
"They didn't have a problem with ignoring me for my entire fucking childhood"

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"Daddy! Come push me!" Dane Fenton squealed as he tried to swing higher.

Jack laughed.
"I'll be right there, son!" Jack watched in amusement as his five year old son pumped his small legs up and down furiously trying to get higher.

He shook his head and walked over towards him. Meanwhile, Maddie was with a seven year old Jazz, helping her study multiplication and division.

Maddie brushed her hand through Jazz's long auburn hair as she asked, "Alright sweetie, what's four times three?"

Without having to think it over, she immediately answered.
"Twelve!"

Maddie smiled proudly.
"Good job sweetie! Now eight times seven?"

"Fifty-Six!"

"Good job!"

A good distance away, Young Danny Fenton sat in the sandbox as he watched his parents fawn over his twin brother and older sister. Frowning, he packed some sand into his little green bucket and wondered why his parents never smiled at him, never congratulated him for anything, never helped him when he had trouble doing something.

Was he a bad kid? Maybe that's why his Mommy never kissed him goodbye when he went to school. Maybe that's why his Daddy never played catch or taught him how to ride a bike without training wheels like he did with Dane and Jazz.

He turned his bucket upside down, patting the bottom a few times before lifting it up. He watched the sand crumble and fall into a little pile instead of the little castle he wanted to make.

He packed the sand back into the bucket and picked it up. He walked past his parents and siblings and towards the car.

He opened the passenger door and grabbed his water bottle. Once he had what he needed, he walked back to the sand box and sat down. He poured some water into the bucket of sand, smoothed the top, then flipped it over once more.

He held his breath as he lifted the bucket, watching as the sand stayed intact as he placed the now empty bucket down. He smiled and stood up, maybe his parents would be proud of him once they saw what he built without any help.

His smile immediately disappeared and was replaced with a panicked expression when he couldn't find them.

"Momma?" He called, stumbling out of the sand pit.

He heard familiar laughter and relaxed when he saw them by an ice cream truck. He watched as his Dad handed Jazz and Dane a cone with chocolate ice cream. He and Maddie shared a cone with Vanilla.

His Dad picked Jazz up and sat her on his shoulders, Jazz squealed in happiness at how far she now was from the ground.

He felt a familiar tight feeling in his chest but he refused to cry. He didn't want them to be disappointed at the show of weakness. Instead, he sat back down and began to work on another castle.

He always wanted to know what ice cream tasted like.

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"Daniel, take care of the dishes" Maddie said, tone making it a statement instead of a question.

Danny sighed and nodded as he got up from the kitchen table. The eight year old dumped his barely touched food in the garbage then took his and everyone else's plates towards the kitchen.

Dane ran up the stairs and into his room. His parents left the kitchen to continue working in their lab while Jazz stayed in her seat, staring at the table and frowning.

She was ten now, and she was beginning to notice how differently her parents treated Danny. She knew it was wrong how they didn't smile at him like they did with her and Dane. She noticed how they rarely ever spoke to him, and she definitely noticed how thin Danny was getting.

Danny was starting to put the food away when he felt a gentle hand on his shoulder. Not used to the contact, he flinched back.

Jazz looked at him sadly before giving him a smile. She gently took the container of food out of his hands. She grabbed a plate and began putting some food on it. Danny stared at her curiously as she put the plate of food on the table and sat him down in front of it.

"Don't worry about the chores, I'm doing them. Now eat your food" she kissed her baby brothers forehead then turned around and began to do the dishes.

It was at the age of eight when Danny began to see Jazz as his mother figure instead of his actual mom.

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All he wanted was to make his parents proud. He saw how sad they were when their recent invention didn't work.

It was a portal to a different dimension, a world of ghost like monsters. He never liked the lab, it was where his parents first yelled at him for breaking a weapon he didn't mean to break. He cut his hand while trying to pick the pieces back up, his parents didn't care about that though. It happened when he was three, which was also the age he first learned how to bandage a wound by himself.

So when he was home alone, the ten year old walked into the lab and towards the portal.

He plugged it in, not surprised it didn't work. Deciding to get a closer look, he walked inside the portal. He slipped and caught himself on the wall, he frowned when the wall suddenly pushed downwards and clicked.

He heard a whirring noise before the portal began to glow. Before he had the chance to run out, he was blown out of the portal and across the large lab. He hit the ground and cried out when he felt a crack, his body twitching from the small electrical shocks he received.

He looked up at the still glowing portal and saw outlines of things he hasn't seen before, they were being sucked out of the portal. He saw most of them reach out towards the portal, trying to go back in, only to be sucked away and disappear.

All he heard were angry wails and ringing. All he felt were sharp pains and aches. He covered his ears and shut his eyes, not realizing he had become invisible. The portals glow died down and shut off, broken for good.

At the age of 10, he changed the world and himself.

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"Please don't leave, Jazzy" Danny's eyes became glossy with tears.

Jazz, now 16, stared at him sadly. She pulled him in a hug and smoothed his hair down.
"I'll visit, I promise" She murmured. Because of how smart she was, she graduated at the age of 16 and was now on her way to a college on the other side of the state.

"Daniel! The lab needs cleaning! Me, your father, and brother are heading out to Dinner! I want the house spotless when I get back and don't bother Jazz! She needs to pack" Maddie called.

Jazz tensed, rage bubbling through her. Danny hugged her tighter and relaxed when he heard the door slam shut. Danny pulled back.

"Alright, I'll stop bugging you so you can pack" Danny mumbled, walking out her door.

"Danny!"

Danny turned back towards Jazz. She placed her hands on her hips and gave him a stern, but gentle, look.
"You're not bothersome. You're important, you're an amazing brother, the most nicest person in this damn world, and a smart kid. Don't ever believe anything they say, ok?" She asked- no, demanded. Danny stared at her in shock before nodding.

Later that night, after he finished cleaning everything with Jazz's help, he watched as the only person who ever showed him affection get in a car and drive away, only to return for holidays.

It was at age 14 when he finally let himself cry.

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Danny nervously tapped his foot as he sat on the piano bench. He watched as the auditorium became packed with people. He saw the music teacher nod at him encouragingly.

He saw his twin sit with a bunch of his jock friends. They never talked, he barely knew his own twin brother. He watched as Dane laughed at something his friend said, jealous that he had friends.

The lights dimmed and the students all looked at Danny. He calmed his racing heartbeat and began to play. Kids watched, impressed. His bullies watched with boredom.

Until he opened his mouth to sing. He didn't pay attention to the audience, didn't pay attention to the fact that his parents never bothered to show up, didn't notice a pair of eyes looking at him in fascination.

He made sure to pour every emotion into the next verse.

So I'm thankful for my sister, even though sometimes we fight
When high school wasn't easy, she's the reason I survived
I know she'd never leave me and I hate to see her cry
So I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side
I wrote this verse to tell her that I'm always by her side
I wrote this verse to tell her that
The world's not perfect, but it's not that bad
If we got each other, and that's all we have
I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand
You should know I'll be there for you
When the world's not perfect
When the world's not kind
If we have each other then we'll both be fine
I will be your brother, and I'll hold your hand
You should know I'll be there for you
You should know I'll be there for you

At the age of 15, Danny preformed for the first time in front of an audience.

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"You okay, Fenton?" The sixteen year old turned around to see the concerned eyes of his bully.

"Why the fuck do you care?" He harshly asked. He had very visible dark circles around his eyes, scrapes and cuts on the parts of his arms that weren't hidden by his shirt.

"Maybe because you were gone for a whole month when you haven't missed a day of school since kindergarten?"

At 10, he fixed his parents ghost portal, resulting in him able to turn himself invisible and intangible. At age 10 and a half, he was attacked by an angry ghost for the first time. At age 12, he found out he had caused a bunch of ghosts to be separated from their families. At age 13, he learned how to fight off these attacks and at age 16, he was kidnapped for the first time.

It took his parents a week to realize he was gone only because Jazz had called and asked to talk to him. When he escaped from the hostile and angry ghost, he collapsed near a bridge and was found by an old woman walking her dog. When he woke up, he was in a hospital alone.

His parents were to busy at his brothers lacrosse game. How the child protective services weren't called, Danny had no clue.

"It's none of your damn business" Danny growled, turning to walk away.

At age 16, Someone besides Jazz promised to look after him.

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Danny stared at Dash in disbelief as he stood in front of him. They both were in the boys locker room, class having just ended for the day. Everyone else was gone, heading home.

"I don't understand"

Danny's hands were shaking as he stared into Dash's intense blue eyes, his hands on his shoulders forcing him to look at him.

"What's so hard to understand? Why-"

"Why do you like me? Why do you care? Why're you wasting your energy and time for me?"

Dash looked taken back. His grip on his shoulders relaxed. Danny looked away. Dash gently placed his hand under his chin and turned his head to look back at him.

"Why wouldn't I care? What makes you think I'm 'wasting energy and time' for you? If anything, I'm wasting time and energy not being with you. I like you, Danny, I love it when you smile. I love it when you laugh. I love every single thing about you" Danny stared at him in surprise, Dash said that with such passion and his eyes held honesty and love.

Dash looked down at Danny's plump and kissable lips, unconsciously pulling him closer. Danny's face blushed as he leaned in closer as well, being drawn in by the slightly older teen.

Their lips connected, Dashs hands trailing down the black haired boys sides before planting themselves firmly on his hips. Dannys arms wrapped around the taller blondes neck, pulling him closer.

Dash bit Dannys lower lip, making him gasp and part them. He took advantage and his tongue explored his open mouth, earning another gasp and slight moan.

They both separated once their need for oxygen made itself known. Their break didn't last long before Dash started trailing kisses along Danny's jawline, traveling down to his neck. He nipped at a sweet spot below his ear, making Danny moan and gasp, teasing it until he left a decent sized hickey.

They both jumped apart when someone opened the door. Danny quickly turned and began rummaging through his organized gym locker, face flushed and slightly embarrassed.

Dash's face was also beet red, putting his sports bag back in his locker. He didn't turn to see who walked in.

"Hey Dash, Danny!" They both immediately relaxed when it was just Kwan.

Kwan walked past the two blushing 17 year olds and towards his locker.
"Forgot my phone" He sheepishly explained as he grabbed it out of his locker.

As he was almost by the door, he called back.
"Nice hickey Fenton" the door closed.

Danny covered his face with his hands while Dash nearly spat out the water he was nervously drinking.

At age 17, Danny realized he would never be alone any more.

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