A/N: Before I begin this story, I want to give you some background. I did the first try a couple of years ago (one? two? I can't remember) and seeing the new Tinkerbell movie sparked some interest in it again. Plus, I have a better title. Hopefully. There is also DannyXOC implied in here, but that'll be later. Anyway...

Enjoy the return of my Danny Phantom X Tinkerbell crossover!

Also: prologue short. Sorry.


Prologue:

"Bravery is being the only one who knows you're afraid.

~Franklin P. Jones"


"I'm going ghost!" Two rings of pure blue light appeared at my midsection, travelling up and down my body, transforming me from geeky Danny Fenton to the superhero Danny Phantom. My body became lighter and I felt invincible.

Floating up and through the ceiling, I followed the sound of pure and utter chaos, the sounds of a ghost terrifying people. It was a daily thing for me to do; transform into Phantom and then beat the crap out of ghosts who threaten Amity Park. It's been my job since...The accident. I shudder at the even thought of it, but that wasn't the thought at the moment. Right now, I was fighting ghosts. Over the months, I've gotten better. I faced Pariah Dark. I face Plasmius at least once a month. I face the Box Ghost every hour.

I sent an ecto-ray at guess who- the Box Ghost. The dude has a secret way out of the Ghost Zone, I swear.

"Behold, my cardboard boxes of fury!" Brown boxes from nearby stores flew through the windows, breaking them in the process, and started to attack me. I dodged them all as fast as I could before glaring at the annoying pest in front of me, taking out my thermos.

"Later, Boxy." I said, pressing the button and watching the ghost disappear into the thermos. I slid the cap on, contempt with catching him. I started to fly back when a ray of blue energy shot me into the side, plucking me right out of the air.

I fell to the ground in surprise, and in retaliation I replied with an ecto blast of my own. The attacker was a mysterious being- I couldn't tell if it was a boy or a girl, due to the menacing cloak the figure hid under, obscuring every detail. A pair of glowing blue eyes were the only thing you could find off the figure.

"What do you want, creep?" I asked, irritated. Most ghosts had the habit of shooting first, talking later.

The creep didn't respond.

"Hello? Can you even hear me under all those layers?" It was cooling off, though I barely noticed. My ice core was energized by cold weather. Another wave of blue energy was sent my way, and I dodged it, watching it fade away before hitting a building. "That's weird."

Wave after wave of blue energy was sent my way- I shot back rays of my own, along with shields to protect me. The creep seemed to be enjoying this, watching me miss with every shot. It was getting annoying. The figure dodged all of my attacks, only shooting out waves of its own. Through the sky we flew- my ghost sense didn't even go off when I met the guy. Was it a ghost, or something else?

One last wave was sent my way, hitting me straight across the chest and into a building. The people on the floor scattered, leaving me in a pile of bricks. Ectoplasm stained my jumpsuit- and I just had it washed!- as I moaned, pulling myself from the pile. The figure floated feet from me, a mangled, old hand stretched out, grotesque fingers pointed my way.

All I remember was a flash of light, and then nothing.