A Phantom’s Mother
Chapter 1: Escape from the Guys in White
Ziva's Point Of View
They had just left for the night. The scientists that had put me through a living hell ever since I fell into one of their traps when I was three months pregnant. They claimed that the experiments they put me through are to better the human race. However, I could see right past their lies, and their excuses. They just put me through hell just because what I am. A Hybrid. A Hybrid with human and ghost blood. So, I am half human, half ghost.
But, tonight is the last night that I will be locked up in here. I have come up with a plan that would get me and my four day old son out of here. I have been smart about it, and grabbed a key from one of the workers in this lab when they tried to hold me down for yet another experiment. They didn't know I had snatched it from them, otherwise the Guys in White would have taken it from me.
A cooing noise from my child snapped me out of my thoughts. He had managed to get his arms out of the blanket bundle he was in, and he was waving his arms around, as if he was trying to grab at something that wasn't there. A weak smile came to my face as I watched him.
Turning my attention back to my task at hand, I grabbed the key that I had snagged and disabled the alarms. I guess they didn't think it through when they put the alarms and the lock right outside my cell, within arm's reach.
Once the alarm and the lock were disabled, I picked up my son. He was still waving his fists in the air, babbling about something unknown to me. I swaddled him tighter in the blanket, trying to get him to sleep. Holding him close to me still, I left the area where they locked up the prisoners and experiments. I didn't look back, as I didn't want the memories to mess with my head or my plan about escaping.
Heading into an office area, I grabbed some paper and a pen with my free hand, the one that wasn't holding my infant son.
The rest of lab was dark, and silence hung in the air. But, thanks to my ghost half, I was able to see in the darkness. The key that I had used to escape my prisonment was still in my hand along with the paper and pen. I still used it, to disable alarms and cameras, as I was now so close to freedom.
When I got to the final door, I heard a dog growl behind me. I jerked my body around to see the dog, which was a large, black and brown male with brown eyes. I shifted into my ghost form, bracing myself to fight the dog if need be.
The dog made no move, just stood there staring at me with cold eyes. Was the dog waiting for me to make a move? I wasn't sure, and I didn't want to stick around to find out. Turning back around to the door, I made a run for it, dropping the key and using my ghost powers to phase through the door. There was a thud at the door as I got out, and knew that the dog had lunged after me.
The cold air nipped at me, and I realized that I had no protection from the cold air. But, it wasn't myself that I was worried about, I was more worried about my son. I looked down at him, and saw that he was shivering a little in the cold. He had fallen asleep again, but I wanted to get him somewhere warm before he woke up again.
I took off running into the night, wanting to get as far away as possible from the lab.
It wasn't long before I arrived back in Amity Park, the town that I had lived in before I was taken to the lab. I assumed that the house that me and my husband lived in was gone, either burned down or sold to someone else. I slowed down to a walk, scanning the area for a good shelter to use for the time being. Snow was starting to fall, and my son whimpered a little in my arms.
"Hush, my son. We'll be okay." I said in my most reassuring voice, though I wasn't sure about the truthfulness to my words.
Deciding to settle in a alleyway I set my child, the paper and the pen down. I uncapped the pen, but stopped myself as I put the point of the pen on the paper.
What the hell was I thinking? I couldn't give my son up like that! Though, as painful as it was, the logical part of me knew that Danny couldn't live with me if I wanted him to have a better life. So, I forced myself to write the dreaded words.
This is my son, Danny. I don't have the proper resources to take care of my child right now, so I decided to leave him with a loving family who could give him the life I couldn't. Please, assure him when he is old enough that I love him with all my heart, and that if I would have kept him if I could have. I only ask that you raise him as if he were your own child.
I forced myself not to cry as I wrote the words on the paper that I wish I never had to write ever again. It was a note, basically saying that I couldn't keep my child and that I wanted to live a life that I couldn't provide for him. I also included his name, to make sure his name stuck, and how I hoped that his adopted parent or parents would treat him as if they were their own child by birth, not by adoption.
Discarding the pen, I grabbed my child and the note. My little one was still shivering, and his whimpers were coming more frequent. He was cold, and there wasn't much I could do about it, with the exception of getting him to a new home as fast as possible.
After a half an hour of walking, I arrived at a large building. Most of the lights in the building were off, but I could tell that there were people still awake in the building. I looked up, and saw that there was a large sign that read "Fenton Works" on it.
I found myself holding my son close to my chest as I came out of my hiding spot in the shadows and gently set my child on the doorstep. I put the note at his side, and knocked on the door. After I knocked, I quickly went back to the shadows to watch.
A younger-looking couple emerged the door, the woman gasping as she saw the young infant on the doorstep. She turned to her partner and said something to him, though I couldn't understand what she was saying as I was focused on not making myself known. I saw the man looking around, he was clearly the area for any trace of the parents who left their child on their doorstep.
"Don't let them see me. Please, if you know what is good for my son, God, please don't let them see me." I silently prayed, watching the man look around.
My prayers were answered, however, because the woman was reading my note. After she had read it, she had turned to the man and pointed to the note. The man sighed, picking up my son his and his blanket before bringing him inside.
Tears started to form in my eyes once more as I came out of the shadows, and took off into the night. The same thought was going through my head like a broken record.
"I will one day find you, when you are older, my son. Until then, make your mother proud, and stay strong. Go where your heart takes you, Danny Phantom." That was the thought going through my head as I ran.