Hello!

As my reviewers asked, this has become a two shot. (: I felt bad about leaving it hanging like that, so I thought I'd add a little emotional closure. Enjoy!

Maddie Fenton stood at the sink of the kitchen, softly scrubbing away the excess food from the dinner plates. For the past week, she had walked around out of tune and off earth. She would randomly space out and take a long time to reply. When she did, she always seemed high strung or tense. And lately, she had been avoiding her son.

Exactly one week ago, she had caught the infamous Danny Phantom in her very own net. Just moments after he fell to her feet, she began noticing strange things about the Ghost boy. Like how his eyes had specks of blue that reminded her of her son, or how is hair fell into his face and reminded her of her son, or the way he said 'Mom' accidentally and looked and sounded exactly like Danny…
That moment she realized, Danny Phantom was her son.

Her hands shook slightly at the thought. How could she not notice before? The sudden drop in his grades, his odd behavior, coming home battered and bruised with some ridiculous excuse.

Maddie could laugh and cry at the next thought.

'All those reactions to our ghost hunting gear should've been a dead giveaway…'

Perhaps it was her fault, her own ignorance. Maybe she knew the whole time. The facts were out there, weren't they? Laid out in front of her, screaming at her. Maybe she refused to accept that her son was Danny Phantom, the ghost she'd spent years trying to track down.

Maddie bit her lip at the thought of hunting Danny. How many injuries had she herself caused to her own son? How many times did she yell profanities at him and swear she'd dissect him? She choked a laugh. And she was supposed to be his mother, for goodness sake.

Realizing she was done with the dishes and had left the water running, she brought her hands out from her gloves and turned the faucet off. With a sigh, she leaned forward over the counter and buried her face in her hands.

What kind of mother was she?

Footsteps bounded down the stairs, but she barely acknowledged them. Her heart was aching too much to fake a smile on her face, as it had been all week. She merely shut her eyes tight and let whomever had come downstairs continue on with their business.
"Um, Mom?"

Maddie jolted upward as the voice registered in her brain. The head Fenton woman turned around to face the one person she'd been brooding about the entire week- her son, Danny Phantom.

Her face must have been odd at the moment, because Danny gave her a worried expression. "I just came down to grab my book."

Sure enough, a history book was laid out on the edge of the table. Her son grabbed it and tucked it under his arm, looking up at his mother yet again with curious eyes. "Are you okay?" He asked.

Maddie studied her son for a moment, before easing her iron grip on the counter and calming down with yet another sigh. "I'm fine, sweetie." She gave him a weary smile. "Just haven't been feeling well lately.."

Danny raised an eyebrow in question, silently wondering to himself if it was that time of the month again. "Uh, okay…"

After a short, awkward silence, the halfa cleared his throat and looked up at his tensed up mother.

"You know Mom," he began, using his free hand to scratch the back of his neck. Maddie wondered how many times she'd damaged that hand in a chase.

"I may not be the best listener," he continued, avoiding eye contact with her as a slight blush formed on his face. God, this was embarrassing. "But if you never need to… you know, let it all out, um…"

Suddenly all of her worries and troubles lifted from her shoulders ever so slightly, and she managed a smile at her son.

"Thank you so much, honey." Maddie said, her voice breaking near the end. Danny's head perked up at the sound, becoming concerned as his mother began to become more and more upset. "You have no idea how much that means… to me…"

And then came the onslaught of full-on tears. The elder woman let them stream down her face as she smiled at her son, finally understanding that that's what he would always be. Her son.

Confused, scared, and not knowing what else to do, Danny rushed to his mother and engulfed her in the biggest hug he could muster. He shut his eyes tight, hoping it would be enough to calm her down.

Maddie only rasped a laugh in response, pulling her child closer to her. She murmured things as she combed her fingers through her boy's hair. This was her baby, her child, her angel, no matter who or what he was or turned out to be.

"I am so, so sorry for not paying enough attention to you, Danny." She cried into his hair, murmuring her apology that stood for the last three or so years of pain. "I should've been watching you better. I should've listened to you. Oh I… baby, I'm so sorry. I should've been a better mother to you…" She sobbed harder.

At this, Danny tensed in her arms, then proceeded to squeeze her tight as his own eyes began to water.

"No Mom," he whispered into her chest. "No. You're the best. The best Mom in the entire world."

She laughed slightly. How she wished that was true.

"I love you, Mom." Danny whispered harshly as he squeezed tighter, feeling his own hot tears soak into her shirt.

"I love you too, sweetie." She whispered back, tears flowing less harsh. "And you know, I'll accept you for who you are no matter what."

She paused and pulled him slightly away, to look him in the eyes. Mother to son, she sent him a smile full of warmth and love.

"Don't ever think for a second that I'll let you go," she said, giving his shoulders a firm grip of assurance. "You're my son no matter who you are or what you do, Danny. Don't ever forget that."

Danny, surprised and a little scared by what she meant, could only gulped and nod. He fisted his tears off of his face, and mumbled an apology for staining her shirt.

Maddie watched her son take a deep breath and yawn, feeling all her troubles and worries had been lifted.

"It's late. You should get to bed, honey." She murmured, brushing her son's hair with her fingers. He nodded sleepily, giving her wrist a squeeze before turning around to head upstairs.

"I love you, Danny." She called softly. Said boy turned from his spot on the staircase, casting a droopy smile to his mother.

"Love you too.." He murmured, turning back around to walk up the stairs. As the light caught his eyes in the darkness of the staircase, Maddie swore she saw a flash of green.

Picking up the history book that had been forgotten on the floor, she smiled. Yes, her son was Danny Phantom, but she was glad she knew. Now that she was aware, she could watch him more closely and help from the background.

And she was so proud of him.

Danny would tell her when he was ready. Until then, she'd continue to love and support her baby boy.

Her hero boy.

Her son, Danny Phantom.

What'd you think? Too cheesy? Too dramatic? Too emotional?

I tried tapping in to Maddie's motherly side more. Good ?

Please review! I love hearing good criticism.

~12Hues