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WARNING! Sexual assault, mention of date-rape drug use.

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His hand was hot and clammy and felt so gross wrapped around his member as Danny squeezed his dizzy eyes shut. Up, down, up, down, his own body betrayed himself as his own clammy, dysfunctional hands scratched at the arm wrapped around him, keeping him trapped back to chest. A strangled whine from his throat, a throaty groan from the body behind him, grinding into his backside.

Danny was sure he wasn't suppose to know what was going on. There had been something wrong with his drink...Or was it not his drink? Frankly, his body was still flushing out whatever was given to him so too many sober thoughts at once gave him a headache. Simple thoughts...simple.

H-He went to a house party because graduation was close.

Sam and Tucker had been with him until some point.

He took a sip of what may or may not have been his alcohol free punch.

He got dizzy.

Dash...Dash found him, brought him to his room.

Danny didn't register the click of a lock moving into place until after the towering yet to be man dumped him on his bed. Dash brushed his fingers over him, his sallow cheeks, fluffy hair. He had felt rough hands slid down his neck and over his pulse and grope his chest.

It tickled when his fingers had brushed his abs, but nothing dangerous happened. It was just a brush of fingers, maybe Dash just wanted to make sure the loser didn't keel over in his house? Then Danny moaned, it was a confused moan, he didn't really mean it, he just wanted the prodding to stop so he turned to his side. Danny had felt the cool AC air on his back when his shirt rode up.

Thats when the touching stopped for a moment. It was only a moment and Danny thought it would be safe to doze off. Maybe it would stop the blurry techno colors on the corner of his vision or quiet down the muffled base of the music blaring downstairs. Danny was so tired, why was he so tired?

Then two hands were on him, pulling up his shirt, scraping his cool skin with stubby nails. Down his side, he shivered, down his back he moaned. Was it suppose to feel nice? He couldn't tell, everything was too fuzzy, like being held against Frostbites fur in one of his bear hugs. But it was too hot, too stuffy, Danny's skin was still cold though, like it was suppose to be. But then where did the film of sweat come from?

Hands on his hips, bruising grip, he was pulled down the bed. His legs spread over something, or someone...Through his vision Danny could see something, a person who?

Oh...right, Dash brought him up here. Why? What was going on, why can't he move? His arms felts so heavy and so light all at once, but they just wouldn't listen to him.

His belt was unbuckled.

Danny blinked hazy blue eyes as he watch his buckle pulled out of his pants loops. A tan hand, out of focus kneading his stomach for something. It didn't feel as good, Danny tired to tell them so, but all he could get out was a breathy squeak. His hands wouldn't listen to him when he asked them to move the hand.

His pants were loose, the person-Dash, right-unbuttoned them, pulled them down, under his butt. What was he doing?

Hand on his hip, thump moving in a pattern.

Danny's mouth opened in a silent, confused noise. Another hand cupping him, fondling him, trying to get a reaction from him. It was hot and he felt fingers tugging at his flaccid length.

Ew. No...no no no no no! He was awake enough to know this was wrong, he never said he was ok with this. Stop. Stop it!

Heat stained his cheeks and he tried to swallow it away, he wriggled. Trying to move away from this hand kneading his privates, break from the hand holding his pelvis in place so Dash could grind into him just as desperately as the hand tried to arouse him. Did he was Danny to get hard? Why? What did he want?

Dash.

Oh...Oh.

The ectoplasm in his body was starting to attack whatever substance had been put into his system. His thoughts were starting to become his own again. His fingers twitched, he squeezed his eyes shut to clear out the blur to his vision. This was wrong, this was bad. Dash shouldn't be touching him. He didn't want it.

"Da-" A hand flew over his open mouth and in his surprise Danny opened his big blue eyes to stare at the teenager looming over him. Dash's chest heaved and his heavy breaths were loud as he stared straight into Danny's wide eyes. He trust himself between Danny's thigh's, a hard lump hitting his balls before grinding into them in a way that made Danny's breath leave him.

Yeah, now he understood what was happening. Danny wanted to scream. But any sounds from his mouth were muffled by the hand trapping it so he took to shaking his head 'no'. It shook off the hand, but it didn't make Dash stop in his actions.

He felt Dash's hand squeeze him through his boxer briefs. Danny flinched, eyes prickling. He was getting hard for this. But, but he didn't want to, he didn't want this. He murmured no so many times as Dash lifted his heavy, still fighting body on his lap and pressed him down so hard on his own covered dick.

Danny's broken sob was the first solid noise he made. This couldn't be happening. Danny buried his head into Dash's should and pleaded drunkenly for him to stop; he scratched at Dash's arms. But all Dash did was thrust and massage his ass, fingers occasionally sliding between his legs to rub the underside of his balls roughly.

Danny shivered, tears blurred his vision for a whole other reason. His throat constricted and drown out his pleads to stop with Dash's pleasured sounds.

Danny was moved again when Dash couldn't keep his balance anymore. He moved himself with his back against the wall, there was shuffling and then he was there, trapped against thick, muscular arms that he was still too weak to break out of.

Dash wrapped his arm tightly around Danny's slim waist and used the other to pull down the elastic of his underwear. Danny pleaded for him to stop again, to not touch him. He wouldn't say anything if he stopped now. He just wanted to finds his friends and leave.

When that hand wrapped around his unwanted erection Danny remembered how his voice box worked again. He told Dash to stop now, whatever drug was being used was almost worn off completely. But Dash persisted with moans and grunts as he pumped Danny as the thinner boy wriggled unwillingly in his lap, burring one very hot, very hard rod between cheeks. They were slick, but not with just sweat any more. A musty stench of sex was coming off the two of them as Dash teased the tip of Danny's dick and spread his legs with a strength Danny just couldn't muster to fight back.

Danny felt heat an mortification pool in his gut as his dick pulsed with every beat of his frantic heart. The hand keeping his legs spread squeezed and rubbed his inner thigh; slid down to tug something under him that rubbed against his sack. It was Dash's own member, slick with sweat and cum.

Danny scratched at the jocks arms, shrieked like a girl when he was shoved to his knees, legs forced to trap Dash's weeping dick and keep it up against Danny's own. Danny's shaking arms gave out from under him; his face was fell into a pillow he held on to for the life of him.

Again, those dirty, disgusting, rough hands gripped his hips. He was going to bruise. He felt the intruding appendage slide between his closed legs. Bile was building up in Danny's throat.

Dash thrust into him. Flesh smack his ass that was forced to stick up into the air like an awaiting slut. It brought new tear to his wide, fearful eyes. They ran down, more and more with every new trust. The bed creaked, his nails buried into the pillow as he cried for Sam, for Tucker, for any good and decent person to save him. He wanted to be saved for once. He couldn't do it on his own. Just please, please someone save him from this disgusting vile bastard that did something to his drink!

He could feel the semen slick his thighs and run down in slow, thick rivulets. Not at all like the waterfall of tears as Dash told him to shut up, to just enjoy it.

Danny has never wanted to kill someone so much.

Not even Vlad, it was sick to say, but he could understand the fruitloops own special way of crazy. This...Dash's, he couldn't. Why would someone who so vehemently despised him do this? Strip him down and get off using his thighs like some kind of hole. Last time he checked, Dash wasn't even bi, gay, whatever. None of this made sense!

The trusting shook his body; Dash leaned over him and grasped Danny's cock. His hand pumped him hard and irregularly, Danny's voice escaped loud and clear, he must have sounded so wanton. The heat made his ghost core react badly, the bed squeaked in rhythm to his gasps and sobs. Danny shut his eyes to the world, asking again, for someone to just be his hero for once.

He felt wet heat explode onto his stomach and felt himself gag. It was then that someone broke the door open. Danny had never been so happy to see familiar steel toe boots in all his life. He looked up to see the horrified faces of his two best friends.

Tucker was slack jawed, Sam looked absolutely murderous, and Danny let out a terrified sob as he reached out a hand, not towards them, but behind them. He felt so weak, but there was enough energy to do one thing. To get that monster off of him.

Ectoblasts were as natural and easy as breathing to him now, he didn't even blink as he blasted Dash away and off of him. There was a hard 'thump' as he hit the wall behind him. Running on fear and adrenaline he didn't care what happened now as long as he took his friends and got out of here. This place that smelled like shame and things he never wanted to experience.

A flash of light, a gasp, his name being shouted by Sam and Tuck, Danny heard it, but did listen to it. He became Danny Phantom and flung himself at his friends; they opened their arms wide to welcome his touch. On instinct they wrapped their arms around him in a vice like grip and they were gone.

He wanted some place safe. Safe and quiet where no one would ask any serious questions so he could curl up and just die.

Danny's sniffled. In his ghost form it was like that thing in Dash's room never happened. He was untouched and still completely innocent, he didn't want to change back, ever. If he did, then he would feel that sticky layer of sweat and cum between his legs and splayed out on his stomach making him look like a cheap cum shot from a bad porno. Danny shivered, wide eyed and frantic. He picked up speed much to the fear of his companions hanging onto him for dear life. He held them tightly with his returning strength too. He would never let them fall, even if he was halfway tempted to just crash himself right then and there.

He saw the Fenton Works sign before Sam and Tucker and made a b-line for the window he knew lead to the upstairs bathroom. It was late, his parents were either asleep or still in the lab, deaf to the world either way. They landed in an ungraceful heap of grunts and limbs as Danny did just as he wanted and curled in on himself. Sam and Tucker were there for him in an instant, just like always. But they didn't touch him, he was thankful for that. He didn't know what would happen if someone tried to touch him right now. He wasn't in the best state of mind.

Danny's body shook with pathetic sobs as his friends sat close to them, their body heat radiated over his cold form in a way far more comfortable than anything in the world. It was safe, it was familiar, it was...Danny's face buried itself into his arms, a wale so afraid of everything but the bathroom and the people in it.

Every little detail flashed in his mess of a brain. He could see himself drinking the drink, furrowing his brow when Dash looked at him oddly. The moment the dizziness hit him and he unconsciously leaned into the broad shouldered jock for balance. With his mind clear, the ghost boy remembered Dash muttering something about resting in his room, oh god he agreed, he agreed to go up there because he didn't feel so good. But then everything went wrong and it happened. It made him sick to his stomach.

Without much warning other than a tiny whimper, he shot to his hands and knees and dragged himself to the toilet and puked up every last thing in his stomach. Tuck was there, rubbing his back in soft circles, easing his hands away when Danny would flinch back before relaxing once again into the harmless touch.

Off to the side, Sam was watching like a hawk, concerned eyes unblinking, despite the sympathy tears threatening to fall. Her hands were in white knuckled fists. His enhanced senses could pick up the scent of blood, her nails bit into her palm. She stood.

"We need her Danny." She whispered. And through his addled mind, Danny knew exactly who she meant. He lay against the toliet for an agonizing second before his shoulders drooped, he nodded his concent. He didn't think he could hid anything now in this state. He just wanted someone with a straight head to think for him now. To make the decisions instead of him.

Sam wiped the tears from her eyes in one swift motion and nodded her head in determination and left to check the lab.

It wasn't a minute later that Maddie Fenton rushed into the bathroom to see none other than Danny Phantom puking his guts out in her bathroom.

"What is going on!?" she exclaimed. Danny flinched, his shaking returned. He didn't want to change back, despite needing her, needing his mom, needing hero's for himself, he didn't want to show her what happened.

"Danny..."Tucker's voice was thick and high, like he was trying to stop his own inevitable sob.

"Don't hate me...don't hate me, don't hate me!" Danny pleaded. A flash of light for the second time that night. The eighteen year old gagged at the feelings between his legs. His pants still pulled down, exposing himself. He used a shaking arm to cover his front, despite Tucker probably being the only one who could see it.

"Danny...Danny what happened?" Maddie stared at her son, tense and confused. "What in the world is going on!"

Danny's voice was strangled away by the lump in his throat.

"Dash." he finally squeaked out. His arms wrapped around himself. Maddie took a step towards her son, she fell to her knees.

"What did Dash do sweetie?" her voice seemed off. It wavered, she was worried and scared now, he could feel the emotions roll of her.

Danny shut his eyes, tears dripping onto his exposed thigh.

"I-something was put in my drink..."he hiccuped. "I got dizzy-Dash-Dash was there..."

Everything he said was a jumble, he didn't bother trying to be understood, he just needed it said in some way. To get it out and over with, he needed his mom.

"Room...t-touching...didn't want him to..." Maddie stopped in her advance towards her son, her outstretched hand frozen in place at the sight of her youngest child shaking like a leaf. She looked at him everywhere, trying to decipherer every blubbering, stuttering word he released. She looked at his sallow completion, the bruises forming on his arms and hips. The smell-

The red head jerked her head in Sam's direction, eyes burning in understanding and motherly rage.

"Sam, there is a kit in my wardrobe under my unmentionables. Bring it here." She demanded of the equally upset girl. She jumped at the mothers demand, but nodded and ran out none the less.

Maddie turned to Tucker then. The dark skinned boy open and closed his mouth, unsure what to do or say. She herded him into her arms for a tight hug and pat his head, he lost the red barrette at some point. Pulling away she eyed him seriously.

"Go down into the kitchen Tuck, call your favorite pizza place, order what you want, then call Vlad. Do not come back up here I have to-" She swallowed the lump in her throat. "I have to take care of my baby ok?" she pat his cheek as he nodded numbly, rushing out just as Sam got back. She had paled considerably as she eyed what was written on the box in bold red letters.

Maddie snatched the kit right out of the goth's hands and set it down. She took Sam's hands, they were shaking as bad as her son's.

"Sam, go with Tucker downstairs. After he has made some phone calls, call your parents-" She raised her hand to keep the teenager quiet. "Call your parents and tell them you and Tucker are staying here for the night...I'm sure Danny will need the two of you right now." Maddie gave the girl a shaky smile because this nervous air around them all was getting to her and making her want to cry. Sam obeyed and shut the door. It left just her and her baby boy.

She turned to Danny, holding on to the toilet for dear life. His clothes rumpled and out of order.

"My baby..." she breathed, finally reaching for him and taking the tall, skinny thing into her arms. Danny's tense frame melted into her, warm tears dripping onto the sleeves of her suit. her arms wrapped around him securely, protectively as she let her baby sob into her chest.

His legs consciously folding close to himself, hiding everything he possibly could so she wouldn't see. She kissed his forehead again and again and let him cry.

She murmured sweet, motherly things to him. Something she hasn't gotten to do since he was six and still afraid of the dark.

When his sobs were calmed and all he could do was make hoarse noises and sniffle she lifted his chin to face her. The sight of him broke her heart. She had never seen her Danny so god forsaken afraid. His eyes puffy and swollen from crying, cheeks wet and flushed. Sweat was at his brow so she wiped it away. His watery blue eyes that had been filled with so much life and excitement when he left that evening for a graduation party were left open wide and jumpy, flickering around from her face to the door.

"Honey..." she murmured, kissing his cheek to sooth him from his fears. "I have to ask honey, what did he do?"

Danny blinked up at her. He opened bright red lips, gapped like a fish.

"H-he t-to..." Danny swallowed before taking a deep breath, trying to get in a proper word. "He touch me...everywhere."

Maddie Fenton had never felt so furious in all her life.

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Maddie left Danny sitting on the floor of the shower with the water running as hot as he wanted it. In her white knuckled grip were two paper bags. One held Danny's clothes. The other...samples she asked Danny to swab off himself since he asked if he could do it. There was also a sample of his blood because, well, you never know. Taking a deep breath to calm the raging mother inside her Maddie leaned her head back until it tapped the door at her back. She stood there in the hall and listened to the water running before exhaling.

She made her way down the stairs and was walking into the kitchen to go into the lab and speak with Jack when she spotted Sam and Tucker quietly sitting at the kitchen table, ashen faced and twitchy. They glanced up at the sound of her footsteps hitting the linoleum and that was when the dam broke and they came rushing towards her like children who hadn't seen their mother in forever. She opened her arms for them because really, with how long her son had known them she was practically their mother too. Hell, she was the one Sam ran to in sixth grade, holding Danny's hand until it lost its blood flow because she had started her first period and everything in sex ed that she was told flew right out of her head.

Maddie's warm arms wrapped around them tightly as they talked all at once about the party, about loosing Danny then hearing scared noises coming from upstairs. About finding their best friend in the world bent down under that horrible boy that always picked on her son. Maddie refused to cry as she picked about and pieced together what all her children said. Now was not the time to be a scared mother. Now was the time for the scientist, ghost hunting mother bear who would rain fear and terror in the face of her child's' enemies.

She kissed them both on the top of their heads and gave them money for the food that would arrive soon. She told them to leave Danny to his shower and that she was going to ask Jack to help her with a few things. Mostly the DNA and other forensic evidence she and Danny collected off him with the SAEK (Sexual Assault Evidence Kit [or rape kit]). Danny hadn't been raped, thank goodness for that, but the fact that the experience was close enough had her heart breaking at her baby's condition and her blood boiling that someone her own daughter had tutored out of the kindness of her heart paid them back by laying even one finger on her sons sweet little head.

Heads will fly. Maddie would make sure of it.

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Danny had still been in the shower by the time Maddie thought it appropriate to shed the hazmat suit and wear normal people clothes. Quickly dropping the suit into the laundry shoot, she pulled on a ghost decorated nighty and black leggings, she disposed of her contacts and placed her oval glasses over her eyes then walked purposely into Jazz's room for night clothes for Sam. Then she entered her son's room, with another calming breath, she retrieved Danny's favorite spaceship and star pj's and some for Tucker. She threw the clothes down for the kids down the stairs and they caught them thankfully. The trip to the closed bathroom door was another matter.

She knocked lightly before opening the door. The shower was still running, but she didn't sigh or roll her eyes. She let it be as she set her sons clean clothes down and opened the shower curtain.

Danny jumped at her appearance before looking up at her like a forlorn child. She smiled down at him speaking softly because thats what she does when her children are upset. She turned off the shower and wrapped her drenched teenager in a fluffy red towel.

"Sam and Tucker will stay they night, ok sweetie." she said, running another towel over Danny's wet hair. He mumbled something in comprehensible.

She turned away to let him dress himself before he hugged her from behind. It was amazing to her sometimes. Despite how much he grew, Danny had never reached passed her chin. Now as an eighteen year old soon to be high school graduate she could still tuck him under her like she did when they were closer.

Maybe they still could be, with the reveal of that little transformation and looking back at her passed actions and her words, she understood why her son pulled away from her. She wasn't mad, she could never be truly mad at her son.

She helped him down the stairs, her arm protectively around his shoulders as he followed her without question.

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All four of them piled onto the couch after Tucker pulled it out into a bed.

They tried to eat, but even though it was the teenagers' favorite pizza, no one could find the stomach for it. Danny had barely opened his mouth to even speak.

The rest of the night had just been spent in each others silent company with late night cartoons playing in the background on the TV.

Around three a.m. when all the kids were asleep and Maddie was dozing off, brushing bare fingers through Danny's dry hair, Jack had left the lab, pale and shaken.

He walked into the living room and hugged Maddie from behind, she turned so they could give each other a comforting kiss on the lips, then to kiss his sons forehead. Their sons brow furrowed in his sleep before easing up.

"So, what did you find?" she murmured quietly so as not to wake the exhausted teenagers. Jack sighed heavily and leaned his bottom on the back of the couch. He pulled off his gloves and rubbed his tired eyes. A very deep set frown making him actually look like an adult and not an over grown kid.

"Two different strands of DNA from the...f-from what you gave me. One of them was Danny's, the other...gotta be from the Baxter's kid. It was faint, but I was able to get a trace of rohypnol from his blood sample...by they way, his blood cells have eyes...it was kinda cute but thats besides the point..."

"I had Tucker get in touch with Vlad. He's as pissed as we are." Maddie hissed as their greatest fear came to life.

Maddie had always kept an up to data rape kit as a panicky parents emergency ever since Maddie found out she was pregnant with Jazz. She didn't now how to feel at the fact that she had to use it at all, and on her son no less.

"The perks of being college mates with the currently running mayor huh..." Jack breath hitched. His shoulders shook.

"I talked to Vlad a little bit when he called my phone after the kids fell asleep this time. The Baxter's are suppose to be on a business trip in London right now. They shouldn't be back until next week." Maddie leaned her head back until she felt her husbands haunched form.

"I'm not letting that boy get away with this. I will be pressing as many charges as I can find and have Vlad enforce them to their fullest. That boy will pay." Maddie seethed, clutching her sleeping son around her arms all the more tightly. Jack nodded along silently, unable to find the words.

"What do we do after that Mads? What will Danny do? Do...Do we move? Do we send him off to a university as far from here as he likes? T-The space program, he's always wanted to get into that I-I can call in an old buddy from NASA..."

"Lets just take this one step at a time, dear." Maddie whispered. Sam, on Danny's other side shifted in her sleep and wrapped a pale arm around her son's waist. Her hand found his and they gripped each other like a life line. Maddie smiled at that, she knew Sam and Danny had broken up sometime before senior year, but they still had the same relationship as they always had. To comfortable around each other to the point it was ridiculous.

"I'm sleeping in the rocking chair..." Jack yawned.

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Danny woke up with a headache at some point. Bleary blue eyes blinked into the pillow over his mom's lap where his head was laying. The strips of light coming from the blinds from the window at his back looked like early afternoon light. He glanced down and looked at the hand with violet nail polish on each nail, perfectly painted and wrapped possessively around his own hand. Sam was here. A snore and arm draped around his mom's legs to grasp his rumpled top informed him Tucker was here to. Dad was snoring on the rocking chair on the other side of the living room.

Danny tiredly nuzzled his face deeper into the pillow that smelled like cookies with the sharp electric sent of natural ectoplasm. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.

"Good morning sweetie, did you sleep well?" came his mom's concerned tone. His lips twitched, trying to form a smile, but fail.

"...yeah..." his voice hoarse, but mom didn't seem to mind. Fingers started brushing through his hair again.

"So...want to talk about the fact by baby boy is a ghost fighting ghost?" she murmured without preamble. Danny flinched, her fingers stopped, but quickly started back up in their soothing habit.

"I don't hate you, I'm not mad...at you. I love you Danny, no matter what happened or will happen. You are my baby boy and no one will take you from me." Maddie squeezed his shoulder once for good measure then resumed brushing.

Danny closed his eyes to the sting he felt in them.

"I love you too mom...thank you. And yeah, yeah we can talk. I don't think I care if you find out anymore...if anyone...really..." he murmured.

So they talked in soft voices in little actions. They were mother and son as close as close could be again. Finally there were no secrets and Maddie knew her son again.

"You're my brave little superhero aren't you." she cooed with a tired smile, Danny's cheeks turned pink at his mothers insistent cooing.

"I'm not really all that 'little' anymore mom."

"Nonsense, you will alway be my baby...even when you're forty-six with baby's of your own. You will always be mine."

"What's going to happen now?" Danny finally asked after a long time.

"It's all up to you, but you're father and I, even Vlad surprisingly, had some ideas. But it's all on you...But a restraining order will be filed no matter what. And I will be having a word with your school about such things like Rohypnol possibly being in circulation..." Maddie grumbled under her breath.

"Ro-hip-what?" Danny furrowed his brow. Maddie chuckled.

"Nothing honey, just let me and your father deal with the Baxter's..."

"Don't...don't hurt them ok?" Danny mumbled.

"I won't...physically anyways..."

"Good enough for me."

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Maddie clinched the folder in her arm in a vice-like grip before breathing deeply once and letting it go. Her wavering stare hardened in one of business before pounding her fist against the front door.

There was a feminine voice on the other side of the door before there was the sound of an unlocking door. Shoulder legnth blond hair that was pinned behind her ears and impeccable make up of neutral colors was how Maddie saw Mrs. Amelia Baxter.

Naive, round eyes and a little on the dumb side in her personal opinion. Maddie doesn't do well with dumb. The taller, red head looked down at Mrs. Baxter with an analytical eye.

"Amelia, hi, can I come in for a few minutes? There is something i must discuss with you and your family." Maddie didn't bother to smile. There was no time for pleasantries in her opinion. Giving the other woman a confused smile, Amelia moved aside and invited her in.

As the door closed the tall blond man that was Mr. Baxter peered through from the office. He furrowed his brow, it wasn't much of a secret that Mr. Baxter had much dislike for the Fenton family, most parents do really. But Maddie still didn't really care. She eyed him.

"I need a word with both of you and your son Dash. It's about my son." she crossed her arms and without invite walked to the right and into the living room. The two home owners gave each other a look before Mrs. Baxter scurried off to join Maddie. Dash was called for.

The moment the blond little monster walked around the corner and spotted Maddie Fenton and her cold violet stare, all he color drained from his face. He froze where he stood.

"Dash, dear, Maddie wants to talk to us about Danny." Amelia smiled up at her son, he was just as tall as his ex-collage football father.

They made it to the couch and Maddie sat across from them.

"So, whats this about?" Mr. Baxter muttered.

"Are you aware that your son hosted a party the week you and your wife left for London?"

The parents looked confused for a moment, looking down at their son who was going whiter by the second, his large hands kneading each other as he refused to look up from the corner of the table. Maddie narrowed her eyes and crossed her legs as she sat back in her chair. She felt content, letting the boy squirm, it was twisted, she knew, but not nearly as cruel as what he put her son through.

"We...were not aware, no Mrs. Fenton...But what does this have to do with your son?" Amelia asked.

"My son was at that party, as were his friends...And judging by your son's reaction at seeing me and your lack of reaction he has not told you what he has done."

"Now wait just a-" the smack of Maddie's cream folder hitting the coffee table interrupted the ignorant man.

"Were you also not aware that your son fed Danny Rohypnol? A very commonly used Date-rape drug?" Maddie questioned harshly. Amelia's hazel eyes widened in disbelief, her hands shot up to her mouth. The mother looked down at her son, confusion so clear in her expression. Mr. Baxter however, was another matter. The look he gave Maddie could have curdled milk. He pointed an angry finger at the red head.

"How dare you accuse my son of such a thing Fent-"

"That folder has all the evidence i need. I had your sons DNA on my baby Mr. Baxter, his sperm. On his stomach and genitalia. There was Rohypnol in his system." Maddie growled without missing a beat.

"I have two eye witness's that saw your son forcing my son into a sexual act. I refuse to argue over the matter when I know I am right. Your son drugged my baby, assaulted him, and then he came home in tears will his pants still pulled down. I will not stand by and let this go unpunished Mr. Baxter." Maddie glared the large man who gapped at her.

He eyed the folder, blinked, then slowly sat down. He almost missed the cushion.

Dash didn't look much better, running his shaking hands through his hair. Shoulders shaking, cold sweat, good, suffer.

Amelia's eyes were working the water works now, staring at her son like he just slapped her. Mr. Baxter look green, his hands shook as he grabbed the folder off the table and flipped through the pages before stopping dead. His dark eyes darting through what was on the page before him. He had had enough, throwing the open folder on the table for the pictures she took with Danny's phone of the bruises on his body and the cum on his stomach to flutter free for the family to behold.

"D-Dash, oh god what did you do?" Amelia sobbed, her eyes zeroed in on a photo of one of Danny's arms with a bruise that clearly looked like a hand.

"I-I..." Dash stuttered. "I didn't know he would drink it!" he admitted.

"A bunch of the guys on my team gave it to me, I didn't know what to do with it! I was going to poor it down he drain when Fenton picked it up without looking and drank it!"

"So what? You decide my baby is good enough to get whatever you were looking for to get off? Took him to your room, touched him?" Maddie watched the young man unravel in panic.

"I-He...he shouldn't have remembered anything...T-they said it was suppose to knock him out cold. Bu-but he I..."

"Dash, were you aware of my son's...special condition?" Maddie leaned forward to collect the papers that had been strewn across the table and pulled out a few that had been stapled together.

"My son has...mutated enzymes that are capable of eating away at any unfamiliar contaminates that enter his body and at a very rapid pace. Do you understand what that means?" she stared down her nose at the shaking jock. He shook his blond head.

"It means...That my son was fully aware and conscious of everything you were doing to him. Every scratch he gave you, every plea for you to stop...They were sober demands. He was weak, but he was fighting you. And now, I'm here." Maddie slid the stapled papers towards the Baxer's.

"What is this-if...if I may ask..." Mr. Baxter cleared his throat.

"A restraining order. I want your son kept as far away from my son as I can get him. I'm having the school let him out for early graduation, but I don't trust your son enough not to come near my boy again for any reason, this makes sure he cannot come within a hundred yards from Danny." Maddie explained.

"And since my baby is far too kind-hearted to let me press too many charges that could throw your son in jail...I'm requesting you get your son into some kind of program to fix his attitude."

Maddie stood then, collected her folder.

"Now, I think it's about time I get going, I'm picking Jazz up from the airport as a surprise for Danny and to help him talk about this...trauma as his personal psychiatrist. I expect to see that restraining order signed and delivered to our home by tomorrow morning so I can deliver it to the police." the mother brushed of invisible dust from her lap.

The Baxter's stared up at her in slack jawed silence. Maddie took a step towards the hall before stopping like she forgot something.

"Oh! And if I ever find out that your son breached this restraining order, well...I'm not sure you are aware of this, but Jack and I are old friends of our Mayor, Vlad Masters. And I am sure you know just how powerful a man he is. And as long as my Danny doesn't find out...I will be more than willing to ruin you all for his sake." The mother flashed a polite smile then let the door slam violently shut as she left.