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A/N: Yes, I know, another Danny Phantom story. I don't care. I'm on a Danny Phantom kick at the moment. This one's a full-out story and x-over to boot. Go figure. It's mostly a side-pice to my ongoing project to When Did This Happen? But... Watch me care. I love Marvel. Especially X-Men. So here we go. No crazy pairing in this one, really. Just me being a psycho and wanting to write something so long as it's not another lemon, as I am currently horribly tempted to do with WDTH. Not to say there wont be lemons here, just not the intent. No Phantom Planet, because it fucks with my story. /End of Line

You know. A well-known comic-character once said that all it would take to drive someone completely insane was one REALLY bad day. One bad day to show one the nature of the universe as a particularly bad joke. A colossal gag made in poor taste at the best of times. Danny was pretty sure he'd gone round the twist more than once in the course of his young life. He was barely 16 and he'd managed to save his home town several times from an ancient Ghostly monarch who wanted to subjugate the whole world and it's ectoplasmic counterpart, his own future self, the Ghost of Sleep trying to put the whole world asleep, and an overgrown fern that would make another comic villain green with envy.

So when a redhead woman, a bald guy, and a woman with hair that almost made him do a double take and wonder if she was half-ghost as well showed up at his door? He took it all with his usual laid-back acceptance of the strange and unusual.

"Hello, Daniel." the bald guy in the wheelchair said in a pleasant conversational tone.. Which didn't stop Danny from interrupting.

"Please. Call me Danny. Only people I don't like call me Daniel." Visions of Vlad flashed in his mind.

"Ah, yes." The bald guy nodded, "My apologies, Young Mister Fenton. I tend to prefer formal address, and shortened names do not fall into that category." he smiled kindly. "We are here because after some recalibration to our system, we have identified you as a person of interest to my school. I run a school for extraordinary young people with special abilities beyond the normal capacity for humanity." he explained.

Danny had heard the rumors. Mutants. Anti-mutant sentiments were growing almost constantly since they were first discovered. More often than not? In sleepy little towns like Amity park? They were considered just rumors or fear-mongering from the government. He nodded, though, to hear the guy out.

"We have come to believe that you might be among the group of people we usually try to recruit for my school. This is Jean Grey and Ororo, some of our teachers." he introduced the two women with him.

Danny looked the two over, taking in details like the non-hostile stances they both took... one deliberately, though if she was a teacher he could finally understand the phrase 'hot for teacher,' and the younger because it didn't look like she HAD any kind of offensive stance. He nodded again before beginning to speak, "Well, I'm sorry to say you have the wrong person, Sir." he said. "I'm not extraordinary. Ask my teachers. I'm barely scraping by with a D average." he chuckled.

"Then you are not the aptly named 'Danny Phantom' of Amity Park?" the bald man asked.

And that's when Danny's brain shut down. All possible answers were swirling before him mentally and in each scenario? They fell apart. Seriously. He'd never actually been confronted with an accusation like that. He'd managed to get away with misdirection at best and some bad acting which, thanks to the negligence of most adults in the city, managed to work out.

"Mister Fenton, My name is Charles Xavier, and I am a psychic along with Jean. And you are currently broadcasting your thoughts loud enough I'd be amazed if Ororo couldn't pick them up." he says in as gentle a tone as he could manage. "Yes. We are aware of your life as a 'superhero' in this city, and while I will assure you that we do not yet know how your mutation functions, you are a mutant."

Danny had to sit down, at this point. "So... What, exactly, would this entail?" he asked. "I mean, I can't just up and leave. Amity Park is my home. I've got friends here."

Charles nodded, "Indeed. But at the same time, this is an opportunity to explore what your mutation is capable of in an environment where you need not keep it a secret from those around you. And without the strings attached that certain parties might apply." Charles' mind flashed to Erik, while Danny's went to Vlad and they both nodded, a silent understanding of the natures of such people. Vlad had been quiet for nearly a year now, ever since his failed bid to claim the Crown of Fire and the Ring of Rage had failed so spectacularly, and Magneto had been suspiciously quiet of late.

"So. You say there are no strings. What about monetary compensation?" he asked. "I doubt your school is here in Amity, leading me to the conclusion that it's a boarding school. Those aren't cheap."

Danny had to think on it. He couldn't just pick up and leave, especially not with his parents constantly opening the Ghost Portal for the conga-line of villainous Ghosts that he'd seen once at the doors. But at the same time, teachers who could help him understand his powers without asking him to follow in their villainous footsteps was a particularly tempting prospect. Normal high school? Not so much. But it'd be a step up from where he was at.

After nearly an hour of discussing the possibility including the information that boarding was free, thankfully, Danny's parents finally ascended from their work in the basement to find the four of them talking amicably.

A quick, watered-down explanation of the school and it's benefits, along with a 'scholarship' which was awarded to less academically-inclined students, Danny's parents had him signed up to go before they rushed off with some strange idea for yet another ghost-centric invention they absolutely had to try and make. Something about a 'Fenton Ghost Generator.'

Danny could only sigh as he felt his shoudlers slump a bit. Leave it to his ever neglectful parents to do something without even discussing it with HIM first. Seriously, they'd just asked a few questions and signed him up for it. At least they gave him a Fenton Crammer for packing. He'd hate to leave behind some of his personal projects. And his video games.

"Excellent." Charles smiled. "We only have one more person to talk to in Amity and we can get ready to go. If you'd like to pack, Mister Fenton, We shall be back with a car in a few days to allow you time to pack and say your farewells to your friends?" he offered, hoping that the young man would be amicable about it.

Danny nodded, "Yeah. Thanks. I should be ready to go within a few hours, honestly. Your supplies list is pretty easy to fill, and most of my stuff can be taken down quickly. You'd be amazed at how quickly one learns to live light when their house is always in danger of blowing up, shaking from the foundations, or even getting temporarily transported to another dimension." he's pretty certain he still had Alternate-Danny's Steely Dan CD.

Chapter end.

A/N: That's it for the teaser chapter. Testing the waters here. Thoughts? Compliments? Complaints? Poodles? I'll open a poll here, as well. Who should be the other student from Amity, and what should their mutation be? Should it be Tucker? One of the A-Listers? I'm partial to Tucker the Technopath, myself. And if there's no clear consensus on this? That's what I'll be going with. I've got plans for Sam, so she's off the table. And no, No Danny/Sam pairing. I hate that pairing, so please don't ask. I'll also open the floor to arguments for a pairing, though if Danny gets a pairing, and Tucker winds up going with him? Tucker gets one too. Poor Tucker, man. I imagine growing up tucker might well maintain a certain amount of immaturity, but he'd at least grow up a bit.