Wes hung his head, his right eye was almost swollen shut and he was cold. Or hot, he couldn't decide and he couldn't tell.

"I gotta admit it kid, I'm impressed with how close you were from hiding from our radar."

Wes was to busy trying to breathe to give a damn about what the man in white was going on about. The air wasn't going in right. And it was leaving his lungs too easily.

"Thankfully for us though, that small trace of ectoplasm was all that we needed in you."

Wes's eyes flickered. His head felt so heavy, but he slowly force himself to meet the man's gaze. Wes narrowed his eyes in confusion.

The man was so hard to see in the blurs and the smears. Wes faintly wondered if he'll see anything right after this.

"If you can hide so well, then you must know where Phantom is, right? Because he hides well just like you."

Wes tried to straighten his back, doing this slowly as his breathing became fiercely irregular and it came out in sharp wheezes that pierced his insides.

The man in white glanced at his fists, "Red is so easy to fake. Not many ghosts know this, do you think Phantom does?"

Another white blur came in Wes's vison. 'ah, there's two.' For some reason, Wes kept forgetting this.

"Listen kid, um," The other man rubbed his nose, or at least, that's what Wes's guess was. Either ways he sounded numb and cold. Much like this room. "You're not a reported ghost. Or threat. That being said, you're not really in our books,"

Wes couldn't hold it anymore, he collapsed back into a slouch in the chair that still hadn't warmed up in the time Wes was in it. Then again, Wes didn't really have a concept of time at this point.

"And because you're not in out books, by the paperwork that'll mean that you were never here." The man leaned closer, "And you know how closely mortals like us tie truth with the written record, right?"

Wes tried shutting him out. At this point he couldn't stand listening to more threats or idle promises.

Wes felt a sharp pain as something blunt hit him on the side of his face, he hissed and felt something in him wither from the contact.

The man, or one of them, pulled away and loosened his fist. "I like it when things like you listen, alright kid?"

Wes felt a hand force his head up, thick fingers gripping onto his face tight.

"As I was saying, no one knows about you. That being said, it'll be very, very easy to convince the rest of our branch that we never interrogated you." The agent shrugged "Or even that we ever let go a little ghost like yourself."

"And all you have to do," the other white blur leaned closer, "Is tell us where Phantom is,"

The hand clinged tighter and Wes could feel fingernails digging into his skin and starting to break the surface. "Hell, you don't even have to tell us where he is, just how he does it. How he hides and drops off our radars like nothing." He released and Wes gasped as the weight of his head was too much and collapse down without the support,

"And you can slither back to whatever pit you came from. We just might even turn a blind eye the next time we catch you sleeping in some child's bed."

For the first time in Wes's life, he didn't dare think. Thinking could lead to words and words could lead to answers that Wes didn't want to tell. Wes felt his eyes burn and something wet curve down his cheeks as he shook his head. He tried to move his lips to speak, or better yet, to lie.

I don't know.

I don't know.

Wes heard no sound come from him, but he must of mouthed the words well enough because it was deathly still.

'this is it,' Wes thought, 'This is it, this is how it ends.'

Then suddenly, a green blast that stood out vibrantly in the white room made the two men in white crash into the ground.

Something in Wes cooled and a roaring static rang from deep in him. It couldn't be- No. He wasn't that stupid-

A black shape burned into the room, corroding the walls behind him. And even without good eye sight, Wes could tell that Phantom was pulsing with rage.

Wes heard a animal like hiss or growl that made Wes for a split second think that it wasn't Danny.

But even Wes was surprised when instead of fighting, Danny darted straight towards Wes. There was a lot of things that Wes wanted to ask Danny, 'What are you doing here? How did you find me? or better yet 'are you insane?!' but instead, in a horse voice that Wes didn't think even Danny could hear, Wes said," you came for me, you came for me."

And something in Wes couldn't help but repeat this like a broken record. Blindly Wes was grasping Danny's arms in a way that Wes didn't think he ever would, "You came for me, you came for me." Wes clinged to Danny tightly, "you came for me, you came for me." At this point Wes could only really mouth it, his voice was gone. But if his eyes were burning before, Danny's HAZMAT suit must be drenched now and his eyes were swollen with water. 'You came for me. Oh my god you came for me.'

Danny shifted his arms around Wes, "I know this is going to hurt a lot, but I need to get you out of here, alright?"

Right now, Wes couldn't give him an answer. He was too busy looking at Danny's bright green eyes, the thing he could see most clearly.

"Oh my god, what did they do to you-" Danny was cut of from another burst of green.

This green didn't hold the same vibrancy as Danny's did. And there was a sharp cut of air that only meant that it came from a gun. "Ah, Phantom! Just the thing that I was hoping-"

A wail came from no-where. Wes might as well be blind and yet he could see the sound waves. Wes felt a sharp pain as Danny jerked them upward.

That was when Wes blacked out.

. . .

The first thing Wes saw was Danny's bright blue eyes looming over him, worried. "Thank the ancients, you're up!"

Wes felt a dull headache coming on and brought his hand to his head. "You're a moron!"

Danny blinked, then frowned. " I- why?"

"Because you blew your cover coming to get me, that's why!" Wes grabbed the roots of his hair, "By coming to get me, you established that we had a connection, By you coming to get me, you proved that Wes and 'Phantom' know each other!"

"that's ridiculous!" Danny hissed "They already thought of that, obviously, or else they wouldn't of interrogated you, or kidnap you, or-"

Wes shook his head viciously. "You don't get it! They have proof now. Hell, unless we we're involved with each other in some way, you wouldn't of known that I missing. And The Guys in White are morons! They're idiots! That's what makes them dangerous, cause they don't have a clue on what they're doing and have all the power to do it! And they don't care either! They don't care at all! They don't care what they do and it makes them fools with big guns!"

Wes suddenly paused, "How... how did you find me anyways? How did you know that I was..."

Danny hesitated, "You know... you know that problem that we've been talking about? The static? The problem that I've been procrastinating for months with?"

Wes slowly nodded.

"Well it kinda lead me to you, like a game of hot or cold, kind of. That's why..." Danny swallowed, "That's why..." He took a deep breath. "That's why it took me so long to find you." Danny gestured to Wes, "It also managed to heal you before I even got you to the hospital"

Wes looked down to his arms, there were dull bruises and what not, he also felt a bit sore. But for the most part, physically he was fine. "It's probably best that you didn't take me there, the Guys in White are stupid, but not that stupid. They would've found me easily."

Danny swallowed. "I'm not going to fix it. Not yet." He glanced at Wes then looked down on his red muddy sneakers. "I can't- we can't let something like this... this can't happen again."

"But what about you? We don't now how this work. We don't know anything. This could be killing you-"

Danny cut Wes off, "It could be killing you too. It could be killing us, it could- this could-" Danny sighed and ran his hair through his hair, "I honestly don't think that this is killing us. Or at the very least It's not anything to worry about right now we have much bigger fish to fry." a beat. "And honestly? This helped. Whatever this is helps. Until everything cools down, this is the best plan B."

There was a long moment of silence.

Wes threw his hand up, "Alright," He took a deep breath and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Alright." Wes rubbed his hands over his face. "... What had we got ourselves into."

Danny looked frozen and didn't meet Wes's eyes. "I think the better question is, what did I get you into."

Wes narrowed his eyes, "Moron, you absolute moron."

Danny jerked his head up.

"We got enough problems going on already. You blaming yourself for things that are quite obviously not your fault shouldn't be one of them."

Wes looked around them, "Now where the hell am I?"

Danny frowned, "Wes, you're in my room. You've been here loads of times."

Wes rubbed his eyes, his focus back on his headache. "ah. Still a bit out of it then."

"Do you want to stay here?" Danny said.

Wes gave him a blank look.

"What I meant was, the Men in White still don't think that you have anything to do with 'Fenton'. And we have a few systems that I'm sure will keep you undetected from whatever they used last time," Danny rubbed his arm. "Plus, I suspect that you still have some head trauma,"

Wes, despite how he might feel about Danny, really didn't want to be left alone in a room again. "I- yeah. Yeah that sounds great," The headache rang in his ears. And Wes was just so tired. "That, um, yeah. Sounds good."

Wes didn't even bother taking off his shoes as he collapsed in bed.

. . .

Danny sighed as he took off Wes's shoes and pulled the blanket over Wes's shoulders. Danny then considered taking the floor but then decide against it. In order for this whole healing thing to work, he has to stay close to Wes.

No matter how awkward it was.

Danny kicked off his shoes and slowly got a spot next to Wes. Constantly making sure that their was space between them.

"You're a moron."

Danny froze, then turned to Wes. "Aren't you supposed to be asleep?" Danny paused, "And that's the third time you called me that,"

Wes snorted and turned to him, "And I'm going to keep calling you that until you use your head for once."

Danny rolled his eyes, "What did I do this time?"

Wes rapped his arms around Danny, "Listen, I've read all about concussions, and I really don't want to die in my sleep. I'm pretty sure that this sci-fi connection we have is the only thing keeping me from dying from my sleep." a beat, "Also, even though I'm really tired, I don't think I can sleep,"

Something in Danny turned to ice.

"In fact Danny," Wes shuddered the next words, "I don't think I'm going to sleep well for a very long time."

Danny pulled Wes in closer, "I can understand that,"

"I figured such." Wes whispered softly.

Authors Note: ARE YOU HAPPY NOW?! (I don't think I need context for this) Also, I'll write more if you want more ya' savages.