Full Summary: The Masters Family is Amity Parks pride and joy except for the littlest Master whose filled his head with ideas of ghosts and the paranormal. The Fenton Family are the town lunatics. But is everything really alright in that dollhouse the Masters call a home? When Vladimir Masters ends up in an accident that leads to a downward spiral Daniel Fenton's initial idea of being the boys mentor has turned into a belief that he has to take the boy in as his own. After all who better to raise him than someone who's suffered from the same condition for 14 years?

Authors Note: This story is role-reversal so it's an older Danny and a younger Vlad. I always thought the idea of a role-reversal with those two would've been a lot of fun so I started thinking and somehow ended up writing a story? There will be several oc's since they never really expanded on Vlad's family in the show and they do have some main parts in the story, nonetheless I'll try to keep it to a minimum since the focus is on the relationship between Danny and Vlad (which is more father/son than shipping, I honestly don't think that'll change but if it somehow does I'll give warning way ahead of time). The M rating is going to be for violence, gore, and child abuse (not between Danny and Vlad).

Prologue

Amity Park. A small boring little town that was placed in the middle of nowhere. Normalcy was the sole theme and anyone who tried to break out of that standard would quickly be shunned by its citizens. Small wooden houses were lined up row by row separated by a sole street that passed through the middle of this town. It was a winding road that moved with the landscape and if you continued driving down it you may pass a few houses that were located on the outer radius of this bare town. Looks however, are the most deceiving of factors and the second that Vladimir Masters set his eyes on it he could sense something amiss. He brushed a finger across the cold frosted glass of the window creating a hole just large enough to look out of. People didn't seem to like being out and about in this town. Every window and door was shut, as if each home and family were in their own little world. Of course it could also be because of the weather. It's the middle of winter and it was freezing outside. Vlad placed a cheek against the glass flinching at the slow burn he received, 'I hate winter.' he mused. He turned towards his grandparents and noticed the weary look on their faces. Despite their age they had always been there for him, even if their demeanor was generally cold Vlad knew that he had it pretty good compared to others.

Now Vladimir had always been a little nosy when it came to matters, whether they were small or large but he never questioned his grandparents on his family. It just didn't seem to be of importance until about 4 days ago.

"Albert. Albert!"

"What is it Aneta?!"

Vlad had looked up surprised at his grandmother's abrupt entrance. She was never one to particularly bring herself to be eager. Usually her head seemed to be permanently upturned, her eyes giving everyone a dismissive glance before getting back to her business. Today however, it seemed as if her calm had shattered and replacing it was a mild shock along with an enthusiasm that Vladdy had never even imagined possible for the old madam. She ran up to his grandfather and took his hand placing an envelope into his palm with a giddy expression. The boys grandfather, also getting over the shock of seeing his sternly wife practically jumping with excitement, soon returned normalcy to the household by holding his wife's hand until she seemed to realize how improper she must seem. He then went about turning his attention to the envelope. Opening it up he began to read the script and if Vlad were tall enough at the time he would have been peering over his shoulder to see what all the ruckus was about. The boy was startled out of his skin when his grandfather abruptly stood as well.

"This is. It can't be."

"But it's his handwriting and the family seal is on the front. It has to be!"

"Who is it nanna?"

They both looked down and stared for a moment realizing that yes the boy was actually there. It was often forgotten that there was another Masters living with them. They seemed to snap out of their revere and both turned their attention back to the note then back to little Vlad Masters.

"Sweet child. It's your parents."

Vlad cocked his head, a little confused, " My. Parents.."

"Yes yes your parents."

Vlad seemed to lose focus a moment, looking down in quiet contemplation. His grandparents worried that the news was too much for a 6 year old.

"But, I thought they had left for the other land."

His grandmother was the first to speak up with her mannerism back to its controlled pattern.

"Yes well they'd gone back to your mother's family… To visit. They had left you here to be taken care of in the meantime, the place they went to isn't the safest, and now they want to see you again. Isn't that exciting Vladimir?!"

The little boy nodded along strangely muted at the moment. His grandmother assumed it was just the boys shy nature. She smiled to her husband who just grinned in response kneeling next to Vlad.

"You're going to be with your family again!" he exclaimed, grabbing the boy lightly on the shoulder. "It'll be alright. You don't have to be shy."

Years later Vlad would learn that it wasn't that his family went to visit. They simply could not afford living in the US. They were young and foolish and way in over their heads. In order to survive they had to give him up to his fathers parents and move back in with his mothers. Masters after all did not look after mistakes.. It seemed they had been able to create a successful business in that time and were finally able to return.

This of course was irrelevant to a child however, especially one who felt as if he were being separated from his true parents at the time. When the car stopped he jerked forward, the seat belt pressing against his chest and saving him from flying out the windshield.

"We're here sweetie!" His grandmother announced, not having completely calmed from receiving the letter. It's not that they particularly found Vlad to be a burden but they were much too old to be taking care of a child. Here he would be provided for better they told themselves.

The house they came up to was rather large. Well in comparison to the other homes. Two story but, just as dull as the others. There was a small yard in the front, like all of the rest, and a small white fence separating it from the others. When his grandparents picked him up from the back and set him down on the concrete he felt a creeping fear now that he looked at the home. Not that he wasn't curious about his missing parents but, he was never one to particularly like change. He didn't want to leave his home and despite all the assurances he received he felt dread walking up the white sidewalk towards the house. With its rickety wooden banisters and shut drapes it felt just as empty as all the other homes. While lost in his musing he hadn't even realized his grandparents had led him towards the door until they rang the doorbell. He quickly tried to hide behind them but was stopped by a gentle hand on his shoulder. So when Mrs. Masters opened the door what she saw was a lovely elderly couple and a small child that looked like he would rather be anywhere else. She had to look again at the couple, for confirmation, before daring to look down at the little boy.

"Nickolai! NICKOLAI! Get down here! Oh my goodness how big you've grown!" She knelt down almost immediately, despite the pencil skirt of her casual attire, hugging the child lightly. She was a lovely woman, and Vlad would grow to love her dearly. Smelling of honey and flour he could see where his rather long silky hair came from. It draped around her face, and tickled his cheek, accenting her pale almost flawless skin. She pulled back and he noticed her bright blue eyes. His grandparents were beaming and his mother brushed his hair back trying to see more of his face. This all came to a rather abrupt end when his father appeared.

Now Nikolai Masters used to be a rather joyous man, years of laboring and work put an end to that leaving a man who one would only refer to as refined and behind his back a prude. Every movement he made seemed to need a purpose or he wouldn't move at all. Standing ramrod straight and haughtily tall his hair was short and brushed back, also a deep ebony. Thicker than his wife's stringy black hair. His cheekbones higher, elegant is what one would say, while beautiful referred to his mother. Not a hair out of place, his dark blue eyes seemed to always look down at you critically. Overall, he seemed like a man made for business. And when he looked down at his only son after all those years of wondering how his heir would appear its safe to say he was disappointed.

Vlad would realize that this did not only apply to his general appearance, although that was a huge factor in it. His hair which was just as beautifully silky as his mothers was not nearly as carefully tended to which left strands to fall over his ears and face despite having brushed it back and placed in a ponytail. He was a frail thing looking like he'd break in half if you hugged him too hard and his wide blue eyes did not have that critical gleam of his fathers but a constantly startled appearance. The only thing that really allowed him to even be considered masculine was his Greek nose which was similar to his fathers. His pale skin made him appear like a ghost without the aid of blush that his mother applied to her own and his clothes although classy as all Masters are, were skewed and wrinkled.

This only took his father about a moment to assess before the look vanished and he knelt down on one knee with his mother.

"Vladimir."

He held a hand up and Vlad found himself almost turning around for confirmation before lightly accepting the cold handshake. His father seemed to begrudgingly accept this and hugged him as well.

"Well it's been a long time and your mother is right you are big now." He stated, rather matter of factly. His grandparents looked at their son with a disapproving gaze but there wasn't particularly anything they could do about his behavior. After what Vlad would describe as an agonizingly long chat between the two pairs of adults his mother picked him up and they waved goodbye to his grandparents.

He never saw them again.