So I decided to upload all my Danny Phantom drabbles in one place. Now most, if not all, of these will be Iambic Prose, which is Ghostwriter x Danny. Others will be Phanniemay prompts or little drabbles I did in my spare time that have nowhere else to go. I hope you enjoy reading them either way! This one is for Phanniemay Day Five and takes place right after Ghostwriter gets out of prison for the poem fiasco.

Day Five : Under Appreciated

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"I officially hate Christmas." Library lair doors opening for their Master Ghostwriter sighed as he flew wearily inside, his look of week-long imprisonment showing clearly. He didn't look too bad but with the bags under his eyes and rumpled clothing he certainly wouldn't be adverse to getting sleep. "We are never having Christmas here again."

"I believe I can agree with that sentiment." Hearing the agreement of his lair he shook his head, flying towards the area where the fighting had been. It was best to clean it up now, hopefully the books he had seen fallen weren't in too bad of a condition. Upon arriving he was struck speechless.

The area was spotless.

"I know writers can be absentminded but I am positive this place was a wreck upon my confinement. Vidya?" Hearing a low chuckling Ghostwriter looked confused, glancing at the ceiling out of long habit. "Something amusing there?"

"You might wish to check the second floor study area. It will be intriguing for you and amusing for me, certainly." Shaking his head at the sassy tone the ghost did as instructed, taking flight to the tabled area and blinking at the sight that finally met him.

"...Is that...Phantom?" The half-ghost teen, currently in his human state, had his head pillowed on his arms and his back crouched over in the seat as he quietly hummed in his sleep.

"He felt bad about the state I was in and came back not long after you were taken away. He cleaned the lower level and continues to check in daily to keep my shelves dusted." Ghostwriter blinked at that, looking torn between amusement and annoyance. Watching the teen make an ungodly snorting noise and fall out of his seat at the wisp of blue air that escaped him amusement finally won out.

"Falling asleep in a library, Phantom? Why am I not surprised." Seeing the tenseness in the shoulders of the teen leave the ghost figured he was used to waking up from his ghost sense. "I assume there's a reason as to why you are here."

"Uh, well, see, it's sort of a long story," Danny chuckled nervously, picking himself up off the floor and moving the chair he had been sleeping in back under the desk. Rubbing his arm he stood in front of Ghostwriter, trying to avoid eye contact. "I sort of wanted to, well, apologize. About the whole Christmas mess. I, well... I mean, you were pretty dick-ish to trap me in a poem-" Seeing the ghost raise an eyebrow he hurried on. "But that's not the point, I was rude when I was here and I was blowing off steam and I accidentally destroyed something really important to you because of that and- um- I'm sorry."

"...You cleaned Vidya." Danny blinked at that, tilting his head before a spark of recognition came to his eyes.

"Oh! You mean her?" A vague gesture to the lair around them, "Yeah, I felt guilty about the fight and I live with a bookworm, my sister, and she hates when her books are messed with. I figure a few hours cleaning the place up wouldn't kill me. And dust is kinda bad for books so, you know, hour a day or something. Just- Um, and Vidya's really nice. Too." Danny really needed to learn to shut up when he started rambling, especially considering the looks he received.

"You talked to him?" Ghostwriter asked silently, keeping his eyes on the teen who was nervously shuffling in his spot, staring at the ground, and nervously wondering if he was about to get yelled at. "Really, Vidya?"

"He's a wonderful conversationalist. He also has very interesting views on The Soundless Clock." That startled the ghost, enough for him to snap his gaze from Danny to the ceiling.

"The Soundless Clock?"

"Huh? Oh! You know it!" Just like that Danny was a bouncing mess, looking excited as he gained the ghost's attention again. "It's such a good book! I saw you had it on one of the shelves and Vidya and me got to talking about it and really it's just so good. Like I mean the plot was amazing, the character development spot on, and the descriptions captivating! It is the only book I will never get bored of! Enough to where the leader of the fan club stopped responding to my emails and none of my friends or family will talk to me about it." Scratching the back of his head the teen chuckled nervously, "Apparently I talked about it a lot according to them."

It was at that point Ghostwriter was doing his hardest not to blush or fidget, figuring now would be a very bad time to tell the teen that he had actually written The Soundless Clock. He would just let him figure it out in his own due time. Looking back at the teen, who had gone quiet again, he glanced to the paperwork on the desk behind him, brows furrowing, "Homework?"

At the question Danny shrugged nervously, scratching the back of his head, "Yeah, um, I sort of got into the habit of doing my work here, since it's quiet and I don't have to worry about ghost attacks. I can just, uh, go now, if you want. Hopefully before you blast me out."

"I am not going to blast you out, Phantom," Ghostwriter snorted, rolling his eyes. Looking around the library again the man sighed, shifting in his spot. "I also owe you an apology. I am quite defensive of my books and I supposed I overreacted, fighting you as I did... Although I do admit the book's rewrite was quite an improvement over the first." The ghost grinned at the surprised laugh he got out of the teen, who went to biting his lip to keep the rest of his giggles in.

"You're- You're funny. I did not expect that. That is- Heh." Absently gathering his backpack, and shoving his papers inside, he changed into his ghostly self, looking as if he was hesitant. "So, um, I should probably go now, since you're back and I don't wanna be late getting home. But- But here."

Flying over the teen held out a medium-sized hardcover book, Ghostwriter taking it curiously. Seeing it wasn't one that was in his library he looked up at Danny, raising an eyebrow. The teen smiled nervously, ruffling his hair. "Think of it as an apologetic late Christmas present." After that he was gone, flying out of the doors and shouting a goodbye.

Looking at the book in his hands Ghostwriter blinked at seeing it was a book of poems about ghosts and death. Feeling a smile on his lips the ghost shook his head, hand resting on the cover as he looked around at the clean and perfectly in order library.

"He will return tomorrow, you know. He has grown quite attached to the books while you were away."

"So I've gathered," Ghostwriter chuckled, flying off and carrying the book to a room on the second story that served as his office. Setting the book down he raised an eyebrow at seeing a carefully taped device to the back cover. Peeling it off gently his confusion only grew. "...A memory drive?"

"Back-ups are important," Vidya laughed around him, the writer snorting and looking amused at the joke. He supposed he should start writing back-ups on his laptop from now on. It would certainly save him from incidents like last week. "I like him. May we keep him?"

"You do your best to unnerve me, don't you?" Ghostwriter smiled, eyes flickering up to the ceiling as he flipped through the book of poems with interest. "As you said, he'll be back. So why don't we see where this goes?"

"He apparently is a fan of Andrew Riter, and every book he's published. He was able to recite them to me, in correct order of publishing date, without hesitance." At that Ghostwriter, hearing his human name, laughed. He had certainly never expected the ghost boy to be a fan of his works. "Is that a yes to us keeping him?"

"More of a yes to us seeing where things go from here." Shelving the book of poems in a spot on his desk he tossed the memory stick into the air, catching it with ease and looking amused at the purple color, the same shade as his coat. "If nothing else it will certainly be an interesting next meeting."

He had a feeling a new story was just beginning.

I love Vidya, also. She's basically GW's snarky best friend who keeps him in check.