Who Is This Kid?

Summary: I never would have thought that Fenton had it in him. Dash's POV
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Pairings: Dash/Danny
Warnings: Implied slash, bad language
Disclaimer: Don't own shit. Sucks to be me, huh?

I'd be the first to admit that I'm not the smartest person in the world. But I'll bet I'm not the only one who never suspected this side of Danny Fenton even existed.

There he is, planning and giving orders like he was born to do it. I've never seen him this confident before – he's telling us what to do and not even thinking for a moment that we'll ignore him. And the weird thing is; we aren't. If you'd told me this time last week I'd be taking orders from Fenton, I'd have laughed in your face…but here I am. It's hard to believe this guy is the same person as the clueless kid we've all pushed around since kindergarten.

I don't think I've ever really looked at him before…or even really thought of him as a person. He's always just been Fen-toad – or any one of a thousand other cruel nicknames – professional loser and punch-bag extraordinaire. But I'm looking now, and I'm seeing stuff that never registered before.

Firstly, I'd like to clear up a point. When we were all getting changed into those damn jumpsuits, there were a load of guys in the room. It's nothing more than pure coincidence that I happened to look at Fenton. First thing I noticed was that – completely the opposite of what I'd expected – the guy was actually pretty fit. I'm gonna steer around the word 'hot' here, but you know what I mean. Second was…Jesus Christ, where the hell did he get all those scars? That at least I was certain wasn't my fault. I like to play rough, but I'm sure I've never drawn blood. That was the point where I realised I was staring and looked away before anyone noticed.

I'm not as stupid as people think. I just usually don't care enough to try.

Once we're on board that creepy-ass ghost-ship, I end up standing back-to-back with him, fighting off the ghosts. (And while we're on the subject of ghosts, why do they all know Fenton? Seriously, this cannot be coincidence…) Anyway, I get another surprise. He can actually fight. I mean, not like most kids – even, I'll admit it, myself – do, but like someone who's been in a lot of real fights where the stakes are a lot higher that a black eye and a little embarrassment. Something's going on here. And the more I think about Fenton, the more I realise I don't know shit about him.

Who is this kid anyway?