A/N: So this is a request from BLACK MAS and I believe it would be pretty interesting to write about, even though it's probably one of the most difficult crossovers I have tackled. Danny, Tucker, and Sam, along with their family, lives in Beacon Hills, not Amity Park in this. As for my Xiaolin Showdown/Bleach crossover, I'm trying to figure out where I was going with it and I will start on that one again soon, hopefully. Anyway, enough rambling, on with the story. Remember, the first chapter is just to get the plot going, so other chapters should be better.

(Danny)

I walked through the crowded hallways of Beacon Hills High School, dodging people and apologizing when I accidentally shouldered them while following the line of people. The day was nearly over, only one more class to go, but it was the dreaded chemistry class taught by Mr. Harris. I was barely passing the class and I really did try, but he just pressure everyone and makes the class difficult. Luckily, though, I had that class with Sam and Tucker, my two best friends, and probably only friends.

Just as the bell rang, I entered the classroom and took a seat beside Tucker. Mr. Harris rose from his chair and shut the door, making me feel like a prisoner in Hell. He looked like he was in a bad mood and I was immediately thankful that I didn't forget to bring anything. "I can't wait until this class is over." I whispered to Tucker, "This room is like a prison."

"And Mr. Harris is the warden." Tucker replied with a smile.

I heard Sam behind us, "Do you two have a death wish? You're already on his bad side as it is."

Tucker shrugged, "What can he do? Shoot us?"

"It's an idea." Sam stated humorously and we shut up so we wouldn't have an angry chemistry teacher jumping down our throats.

I watched the time tick away slowly, torturously, as the teacher rambled on about something I didn't understand, then gave us an assignment. I was lost in thought and when I didn't open my book, he said, "Am I boring you, Fenton?"

The sound of my name pulled me away from my thoughts. 'Yeah, who likes chemistry anyway?' Luckily, I didn't voice my thoughts, "No, sir." I opened my book to the right page and began the assignment, which I still didn't understand, but managed to get through it with Tucker's help. Finally, after thirty more minutes, the bell rang, signalling we could go home. I rose to my feet and gathered the few books I had, then waited on Sam and Tucker. The three of us walked together until we had to seperate and go to our lockers. I threw my books inside and closed the locker with a loud, metallic clang.

I walked down the hallway to the main entrance and exited through the doors; Sam and Tucker were waiting on me. We began the short walk to my house, which seemed like a normal routine for us now. We walked through my front door and was immediately led to the lab by my mom and dad as they said something about the ghost portal. What is the ghost portal? Well, it's basically a gateway to another linked dimension with ghostly residents. It's supposed to let the ghost be able to contact us. Oh, and there is one thing you should know about my parents. They're professional ghost hunters, well, my mom is anyway.

Sam, Tucker, and I watched as my mom plugged up the ghost portal. There was a flicker of light, a spark, then nothing. I saw the excitement disappear on my parents' face. "Don't worry, dear. We'll just have to make a few more adjustments..." My mom told dad. "For right now, I'll bake cookies." That seemed to perk him up a little as the two went to the kitchen.

"Man, they've worked hard on this, it's a shame it didn't work." Tucker stated.

I nodded, "Yeah. But, come on, another world linked to this one? I don't know, it just sounds too unbelieveable."

Sam sighed, "Come on, let's get out of here." We went upstairs to my room and talked, played video games, and basically just relaxed after the long day at school. Tucker talked about the lacrosse team and, even though the team was terrible except for a few players, it would be a cool game to play. Sam laughed, "If you want to get tackled over a ball, go ahead."

We joked constantly, but it was always like this. I guess it was why we were friends, either that or we were all just too socially awkward to fit in anywhere else. Regardless of the reasons, we were friends and that was all that mattered. I knew they had my back, just like I had theirs. We were together nearly all the time, so we knew each other better than our own family.

Hours later, night fell, but Sam and Tucker still had not went home, even though it was late. I figured they would stay the night, Tucker and I would share a room while Sam would share with Jazz, my older sister. We talked for a long time and I heard my parents go to bed, Jazz was studying, and we just sat around being bored. One minute, we were talking. The next, we were down in the basement with the ghost portal. Sam dared me to go inside the portal, since it wasn't even working to begin with.

"Why would I want to go in it?" I asked.

"Aren't you curious?" She asked and threw me a hazmat. Sighing, I put the suit on and was about to take a step into the portal when Sam stopped me. "Wait a second." She grabbed the photo of my dad's face that was stuck onto the chest of the suit and pulled it off, then showed it to me. "You can't go in there with this on."

I smiled at her and looked at the portal, took a deep breath, and stepped into it. My shoes thumped against the metal and I noticed it became darker the farther I went. Eventually, I had to put my hand against the wall to be able to guide myself without falling. I continued to walk, amazed at my parents' invention. That amazement left when I heard a low beep. Less than a second later, I saw the lights on the inside of the portal light up a neon green that then exploded into a large, green light which enveloped me completely. I remember screaming and the feeling of a million, white-hot needles piercing my body. Then, there was nothing but darkness.

(Scott)

I was working out in my room, preparing for lacrosse tryouts tomorrow, because I wanted to get off the bench this year and actually play. A noise broke my concentration, though and, since I was alone, I immediately thought of a burglary. Therefore, I grabbed a baseball bat and walked down the stairs with the bat raised threateningly in the air. I opened the front door and stepped onto the porch, the cold air made me shiver as the moonlight shone down, giving me a little light. I walked over to the railing and began to look up, only to have something fall toward me. I yelled and was about to swing the bat when I noticed what I was 'attacked' by.

"Stiles?! What are you doing?" I practically yelled, still recovering from the scare as my friend untangled his feet from the vines growing along the exterior wall.

Stiles managed to get on his feet, "My dad got a phone call and they said there's a body in the woods."

"A dead body?" I asked, not believing it.

Stiles looked at me like I was stupid, "No, a body of water. Yes, a dead body! Well, half of a dead body anyway. They can't find the other half, which is why we're going to find it."

I sighed, "Stiles, I have lacrosse practice tomorrow, I want to get some sleep so I can actually get off the bench."

"Right, lacrosse. You'll be fine tomorrow. Besides, we're just going to look for the other half of the body. We'll be back in no time." My friend stated and began to walk to his Jeep. With a sigh, I followed him and got into the Jeep. A few seconds later, we were heading toward the eerie, dark woodland.

I stepped out of the Jeep and closed the door silently, even though I figured nobody would be able to hear us. Stiles cursed lightly as he bumped his head on the roof of the car as he stepped out, but he recovered quickly and we began walking deeper into the woodland. The creatures of the night usually revealed themselves by their nonstop noise, but I finally noticed there was no sound echoing off the trees. In a way, it was unnerving, but as long as my friend was here, then I couldn't leave.

The police dogs barked in the distance, breaking the shadows of silence. I followed Stiles up a small hill and found myself out of breath and I grabbed my inhaler out of my pocket and inhaled the medication. Immediately, it helped, but I couldn't shake the lingering feeling that something ominious was lurking among the trees. I pushed the feeling aside and continued after my friend. That was when one of the dogs began to bark menacingly.

I saw Stiles on the ground with his arms up, yelling at the dog even though I'm sure the animal didn't understand him. Quickly, I hid behind a tree and watched by peeking around the side of the large trunk. A flashlight shone on Stiles' face and a hand grabbed him by the shirt collar, hauling him to his feet. "What are you doing here?"

Stiles tried to come up with an excuse, "Well, uh..."

Sheriff Stilinski guessed immediately, "Do you listen to all of my phone calls?"

"Just the interesting ones." Stiles replied, and I knew he would probably get the longest lecture of his life.

"Where's Scott?" I heard his dad ask.

Stiles lied easily, "Oh, Scott? He didn't come. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for lacrosse practice tomorrow."

Regardless of what his son said, Sheriff Stilinski waved the flashlight around and I hid behind the tree again. "Scott, are you out there?" I didn't answer and I saw the flashlight beam fade from my view and heard the sherrif's voice once again. "Come on, we're going to have a long talk about invading my privacy." Every footstep faded and the police soon left the area. I sighed and cursed Stiles for bringing me here.

I had no reason to stay, so I began to walk toward the treeline, planning on walking home. Even though the moon was out, the faint beams of light could not penetrate through the treetops and I soon found myself in complete darkness. Finally, my eyes adjusted and I could see a little, but I knew I still had to be careful. I heard something and stopped where I was, it was a strange, rumbling sound like something heavy was running extremely fast. Instantly, a stampede of deer came charging toward me and I fell to the ground, my hands covering my head.

Finally, the sound of hooves faded and I was only left with the loud boom of my heartbeat. It was getting hard to breathe again and I went to get my inhaler, only to find it wasn't where I left it. Quickly, I searched through my pockets, looking for the small device, to no avail. Finally, I got my phone and used the small light to search for the inhaler. I ran my hands through the leaves around me, hoping to hit it. My hand touched something cold and I lifted my phone to see what it was. A woman laid on the ground, but from her waist down there was nothing there. She was severed in two.

I reeled backward and tripped, my vision a whirlpool as I tumbled into a small ravine. I came to a stop eventually, thinking 'I just saw a dead body. Oh my God, I have to get out of here. I just saw a severed body.' I rose to my feet, the shock of the sight still lingering in my heart and the image remained burned into my memory. Then, there was a loud snap behind me. I turned around and my eyes met a pair of red eyes; I could make out the form of a creature.

It's attack was as fast as lightning and I found myself pinned to the ground. Pain erupted on my side and I screamed in pain. I remained pinned for a second more, then I found myself able to flee. I ran as fast as I could out of the woods, my inhaler and the body nearly forgotten. As soon as I hit the pavement, a loud beep rang my ears and a car had to swerve to avoid hitting me, but it carried on it's way.

I stood there, gasping for breath, the adrenaline rushing through my veins at whatjust happened to me. Then, I became aware of the pain on my side again and I lifted my shirt to reveal a bloody wound that looked like a bite mark. I touched it to make sure I wasn't dreaming and I felt the wound burn under my fingertips and the red liquid colored my fingers. I heard a wolf howl and I looked around, weary of the sound. During that observation, the rain began to fall.