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This is an Alternate Universe fanfiction over Danny Phantom, co-authored by Cup 'O Tea Hatter. If you like this first chapter, stay tuned for more, or go check out her stories! I'll be uploading as often as possible, but since her and I are on opposite sides of the world, it's a little hard to communicate efficiently. Anywho, if you liked it, fave and follow, and dont forget to review!

One

Danny

"Ghosts, How I hate them."

I guess I should explain.

"My parents, Jack and Maddy Fenton, are 'professional' ghost hunters. (Ironically, with that being said, I don't think they could catch a ghost if it was living under their own roof.) All their spare time is spent building ghost hunting 'weapons' (most of them work, but don't catch ghosts), so much so that my older sister Jazz and I practically raise ourselves. Not to mention, I -"

"Daniel Fenton!"

My mother's voice booms through the house intercom, calling me down to the basement. Sam Manson, my best friend/resident ultra-recyclo vegetarian puts the camera down.

"You think we should see what she needs?" She asks.

I sigh. "We'd better… Dad probably blew up another thermos or something."

Sam shakes her head. "Seriously? How many does that make now?"

I shrug, not caring.

"Ok… Seriously though hasn't he blown up like 50?" Sam asked with a joking tone.

I smile. "Fifty-six, actually. Come on, let's get down there before something else goes wrong."

Sam kinda surprises me everyday now. Her shortly cut black hair is jagged at some bits, almost as if cut my plastic scissors and her dark brown eyes peer at me with curiosity, and a small hint of amusement, "Ok then Fenton, let's go!"

We stand, our chairs pushed back from the table as we make our way down to the basement, which happens to double as my parent's ghost hunting 'lab'.

Once down there I see the blown out fuse of their next big 'Ghost' thing; they say it's a portal to the ghost realm, if you can believe that.

They've been on it for almost 3 months now.

I turn to Sam. "You see any destroyed thermoses down here?"

Sam laughs before shaking her head. "No, but that thing's kinda cool." She spoke whilst pointing to the 'Fenton Portal' or you know whatever they end up calling it (Probably that.)

My mother pokes her head out from the 'portal'. "Why, thank you, Samantha. I'm glad you like it."

"Honey! My hand's stuck!" A pained voice called, unmistakably my dad.

I sigh. "Dad, what the hell?" I say, exasperated.

"Danny!" My father shouts from inside the machine. "First of all, that's not acceptable language. Second, can I help it if the Ecto-Vac decides to suck my hand into the containment unit?"

As you can imagine there was some eye rolling from Sam, and maybe a little from me.

"Samantha, be a dear and hit that switch on the wall over there." My mother points to the far wall, and on it, a big green button. "That should shut down the Ecto-Vac."

"Sure ." Sam replies with the brightest (and fakest) smile she's got, then hits the button.

There's a loud pop, followed by a 'Ha-HAH!' from my father. "Take that, vile Ghost!"

"So, your dad's hands are unstuck."

I nod. "Now if only their brains would get that way too.." I mutter.

"Daniel, we're going to go clean up, so don't touch anything, okay?" My mother, in her blue jumpsuit, glares at me, as if I'm the reason for their constant screw ups.

"Yes, mom." I say sarcastically. (Thank god my mother can't discern between sarcasm and real speak.)

My father exits the portal, leaving the blast-doors open. (Ghost-proof, of course, so I guess you could call them Ghast-Doors.)

"Why don't you go exploring?" Sam jested with a genuine smile.

"A great idea, Sammy!" My father says enthusiastically. "Danny, your girlfriend is a genius!:"

"She's not my girlfriend!" I said at the exact same time as Sam says "I'm not his girlfriend!" I can see the light blush on her cheeks, as I feel my own cheeks burn as well. "And my name is Sam, not Sammy!"

With a wave my parents exit the basement and a sigh escapes my lips. "Great, now all we have to do is replace whatever they broke, then we can go finish our video project."

"Oh, good idea!" Sam exclaims, then runs upstairs again. She comes back down with our video camera, a smile on her black-lipsticked lips. "We can finish it down here."

"Um… Sam…" I say lamely. "You do realize this has to be about our lives, not our parents…"

"Think about it, Danny. Mess around with some of your parent's stuff, maybe invent something of your own, and you'll be cool. Or, even better, if ghosts do exist, and you find them, you'll be famous forever!" Sam bounces, uncharacteristically (is that even a word?) happy.

But I admit she had a point, being remembered for something like that would be awesome, and maybe, just maybe get Pauline to notice me.

"Alright, I have to admit that does sound cool…" I say. "Okay, what should I do?"

Sam's face had a lost in thought expression for a second, thinking about what would make the best impression. Suddenly she smiles, a slow grin creeping across her lips. "The portal."

I blink, lost. "Umm.. Come again?"

"The portal! Think about it, Danny. If the portal does work, then you'll be huge!"

"Sam I really don't think that's a good ide-"

"Oh shush! All you have to do is go inside, maybe look around a little, and see if it works or not. It's simple, and nothing can go wrong!"

I sigh. "Sam, I don't know, but I think you might becoming a bad influence on me."

"You mean you'll do it?" She asks.

I shake my head. "I can't believe I'm saying this, but yeah. In, out, done. Got it?"

Sam smiles and points the camera at the portals ghast-doors. "Hop to it, Fenton."

I sigh, then cross to the rack of jumpsuits my father keeps beside the lab table. Pulling one on over my clothes, I turn to Sam. "How do I look?"

Sam looks me once over, then scowls. "Pull your dad's face off of your chest. You look like a sign that says 'Kick me, I'm a nerd!' She does a perfect imitation of Dash, the school bully and football star. "But seriously though. Take it off."

I oblige and tug off the Jack Fenton sticker, tossing it on the ground. "Better?"

"Better."

"Okay. Now for the portal." I take a large breath, then steel myself as I enter through the ghast-doors. It's dark inside the machine, though granted, it is built into my basement.

"I can't see anything in here, Sam!" I call out. " It's like my future in here: bleak, dark, and hopelessly alone."

"Just look for a light switch," Sam calls back. "There should be one in there, and if my memory of your parent's inventions serves me right, it should be on the wall near the back."

I sigh. "Fine, okay." Trekking further into the apparatus, I feel along the walls for anything resembling a button or switch. My hand hits a bunch of wires, so I follow them to the back wall.

"Find anything yet?" Sam calls.

"Hold on, I think I found a switch." I reply. My hand bumps against a raised, round object, and knowing my parent's obsession with buttons, the only thing it could be is a light switch. "I'm going to press it, okay?"

"Go on, Fenton! Stop stalling!"

"Ok, Sam, I'll press it. No need to get snappy…" I take a breath, then without a second thought, slap my hand against the button.

Immense pain courses through my body as the portal lights up, and the last thing I hear is my own screams, mixed with one word.

"DANNY!"

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DN out!