"Val's right, Misha. If you didn't help us, we wouldn't be here right now." Danny decided to add in. He really hated seeing her like this, but he could understand how she felt. Sort of.

Fighting came so naturally to him, he hardly thought about it anymore. After all this, he wondered if maybe he should.

He reluctantly tore his eyes from Misha to Valerie. He shifted on the bed some, bringing a knee up and resting his arm across it. After a moment he rested his chin on his arm. Valerie was still talking to him and she was calling him "Danny" again.

When she had called him 'Fenton' back on the battle front, it had stung. Harder than a lot of things in his life. Right then he swore that she either no longer wanted anything to do with him, or she was going to turn her guns on him after she was done with Dan.

She didn't, and this made him glad.

He offered her a smile.