A Year with You

Pairing: Danny x Vlad

Warnings: Homosexual relationships. A reversed role all human AU. Danny is 23 and Vlad is 17.

Disclaimer: Danny Phantom is a product of Nickelodeon. All characters in this story are imaginary.

Summary: When his parents plan a business trip that will their son home alone over the next year, Vlad isn't happy with the person they hired as a live in babysitter for him.

Inspiration: This idea was inspired by a doujinshi I recently read where I couldn't help but imagine Danny and Vlad in the character's roles.

Written: April 2013-August 2013

October 21

It was late October when they met for the first time. The doorbell rang, and he heard the clicks of his mother's high heels over the tiled flooring of the front hall as she went to answer it. Vlad kept his head buried in his homework as he sat in the front room, not caring about what silly socialite was visiting his mother now. There was always some woman coming over to discuss an event or plan for some club activity or schedule a meeting for their knitting and sewing group that Vlad got dragged to on occasion.

"I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up," Mrs. Masters said after she opened the front door.

"Sorry." At the man's voice, Vlad actually lifted his head away from the boring homework he needed to get done for tomorrow. The man sounded young. Very young. Like barely in his twenties, which made Vlad curious about what the man was doing visiting his mother. "I got a little lost on my way here."

"Well, as long as you're here now." Clack. Clack. Clack. Stop.

Vlad turned his head toward the doorway, frowning at his mother in the black dress she wore that cut off just above the knees and her black high heels that looked like they were killers on the feet. Her dark hair was drawn back into a neat bun that had a slight streak of graying hair down the middle of her head, much like Vlad's own hair. Even in her forties, she was still a lovely looking woman.

But it was the man that caught Vlad's attention. He was a tall, lanky looking man with lean muscles under the tight white shirt with a red spot on the front that he wore. His pants were on the looser side, baggy but not so much that the shape of his legs were completely swallowed by the denim. A cloth duffle bag was slung over one shoulder, and a second bag hung from his right hand. His raven hair was fluffy and messy, wild untamed locks, the bangs brushing just above his bright blue eyes that shone with kindness and mirth. Vlad frowned at the merry smile upon the man's face.

"Vlad, sweetie, I'd like you to meet Daniel Fenton," Mrs. Masters said, and the man, Daniel, waved his free hand in greeting. "He'll be living here over the next year while your father and I are away on that business trip we mentioned."

Vlad stared dully at the man, who looked like an idiot with that stupid smile. He did recall his parents saying something about the business trip during dinner one night not too long ago. There might have been mention of someone coming to watch over him during that time, but Vlad didn't really pay much attention to the conversation. He didn't think he needed to have some kind of babysitter. He would be eighteen soon and was perfectly capable of caring for himself. His parents often had work late in the evening or some kind of function to attend, and he would have to fend for himself for dinner.

"Your father and I will be leaving for the airport early tomorrow morning, so we won't be here when you get up," Mrs. Masters continued talking. "Daniel, here, will also be your tutor."

Daniel laughed a little weakly as he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Vlad turned his head away, returning his attention to the homework before him. He didn't need a tutor any more than he needed a babysitter. His grades were the best in the school, and he was a shoe in to be valedictorian at his graduation in June. A fact that got him sneers from the other students in his class, most of whom enjoyed picking on him and trying fit his head down toilets or pulling his underwear up over his head. Even an elite school had its bullies, and they all liked to pick on him. He studied hard every night, got his homework done in a timely manner, and always scored top marks on tests and exams. Daniel, meanwhile, didn't look like he was even qualified to be a tutor for anyone.

"It's almost seven," his mother announced as she checked the time on the watch around her wrist. "Dinner will be ready soon. Vlad, why don't you go show Daniel to the guest bedroom?" She disappeared toward the back of the house to check on dinner, which would surprise some of the other socialites that she actually cooked meals herself instead of hiring a cook.

Vlad packed up his books, closing textbooks and piling them into a stack before picking them up, hugging them to his chest. "Follow me," he instructed, none too happy with this whole arrangement that his mother worked out for the duration of their trip. The only reason they weren't taking him along with them was because they didn't want to pull him out of school, one of the top and most expensive high schools in the state. Tuition, of course, already paid for through the year. Vlad passed the man on the way through the front hall to the stairs.

"This is some place you have here," Daniel said, following along after Vlad like some lost puppy as they headed upstairs.

"Why did my parents hire you?" Vlad questioned, throwing a look over his shoulder. He had to wonder how his parents even knew this man, why they would trust some stranger to watch over their son and house. Daniel could be some kind thief. Or murderer! "You look like you're barely out of college."

"My parents are friends with yours." Daniel's gaze kept sweeping over the halls, taking in the grandeur of the mansion owned by the Masters family. "Ah, well, I'll still be attending classes during the day, but I'll be available during the afternoon if you need my help with any homework. Mostly I'm just here to make sure you don't get into trouble, throw wild parties, burn down the house. That sort of thing."

"I think my parents should be more worried about the damage you'll do to the house," Vlad muttered as he stopped before the door to the guest bedroom. Daniel looked like he was probably some sort of slob that didn't know how to pick up after himself. Vlad glowered at the thought that he would probably have to clean up after Daniel to make sure the house didn't go completely to hell while his parents were away. "This will be your room."

Daniel stepped past him and whistled as he looked around the room. It wasn't really anything all that fancy. There was a wardrobe set against one wall, opposite the large queen sized four posted bed. The window spanned over most of the far wall with heavy dark drapes to block out the sun in the morning. Currently, they were thrown wide open to let in the sun, though it was late now and the light was fading. His mother decided not to dress the room up too much since they rarely had visitors that stayed the night, let alone a whole year.

"I think living here might spoil me." Daniel dumped his bags on the floor at the foot of the bed, at which Vlad wrinkled his nose. "So what are you working on for homework?" He clapped his hands together, grinning as he turned back toward Vlad.

"Nothing that I need your help with," Vlad answered stiffly before he strolled down the hall to his own bedroom to put away his books before dinner. Already, he could only imagine this year being the worst in his life.