Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom. All rights belong to Nickelodeon and Butch Hartman.

"I don't believe it! Dash actually fainted?" exclaimed Sam.

"Yeah, and it was that idiot Box Ghost that scared him!" said Danny.

It was lunchtime and Danny, Sam and Tucker were in the cafeteria finishing up their meals. Danny and Tucker were explaining to Sam what had happened to Dash earlier in their dorm. Although Sam was relieved that Dash wasn't breathing down their necks, she was laughing so hard that she didn't seem to care about it.

"I still don't believe that Dash fainted because of that annoying ghost!" said Sam, wiping tears from her eyes since she was laughing so hard. "What happened after that?"

Danny continued. "Well, after I sucked the ghost into the Fenton thermos, I had to wake up Dash somehow so I overshadowed him. But then Lancer and my dad were at the door-"

"But luckily, Danny got out just in time, thanks to me. They asked about the ghost Dash had seen before, so we lied and they thought Dash had gone crazy."

"Both of them had to drag Dash out of the room to the infirmary. You should have seen the look on his face!" Danny had begun to laugh again.

"It's true! Check it out!" Tucker took out his PDA from his pocket and played the video clip he recorded earlier. Sam almost died from laughter.

"That is hilarious!" she said.

"So, what happened at your cabin, Sam?" asked Tucker.

"To tell you the truth, nothing much happened. We barely talked to each other." She snorted. "Well, avoiding our space was more like it. Paulina put up several pictures of you on the wall, 'Inviso-Bill'." She pointed to Danny in sarcasm.

"Sam, you know how much I hate being called that!" hissed Danny, loud enough so no one else could hear them.

"You should really find a publicist, man," said Tucker. "That name is just too weird."

"No kidding, it's completely stupid!" shouted Danny. "I just wished that the town would have named me: 'Ghost Boy' or 'The Phantom', but 'Inviso-Bill'? Come on! I'd like to get my hands on the idiot who came up with that name!"

"Well, be glad they aren't just calling you 'Public Enemy Number One' all the time," said Sam. She took a sip from her can of soda.

Danny sighed. "I suppose. What else happened?"

"I caught a glimpse of Valerie un-wrapping her new ghost hunting weapons. I saw her reading a note that came along with it as well. It said something like: "Keep up the practice and happy hunting!" Her hand was blocking the signature, but I saw a flash of red ink…"

"I can't believe that Valerie is so dedicated to hunting ghosts!" said Tucker, bewildered. "It's just so strange…"

"Yeah, but none of this would have happened if I had stopped that ghost dog at the beginning," muttered Danny. "Then Valerie wouldn't be poor and I wouldn't have to worry about any of this!" Tucker quickly moved his lunch tray out of the way before Danny laid his head on the table in frustration.

Worried, Sam rested her hand on Danny's shoulder. "Don't be so hard on yourself Danny," she said calmly. "Everyone makes mistakes, big or small."

"Like the time when you changed the school's cafeteria menu?" Tucker pointed out.

"How was I supposed to know a meat obsessed lunch lady ghost was going to come and attack us?" said Sam.

Tucker smiled. "How about the time when-"

"You accidentally you dropped the Fenton Thermos at the pier and released all the ghosts I fought that night. Plus, I had to study for that Biology exam and I failed, tying into that incident with that gorilla and Skulker," said Danny.

"Hey, that was Sam's fault, not mine!"

Sam and Danny exchanged glances as a 'Yeah right' look and smiled.

"Danny, do you remember that time when you bullied Dash so much, that Sidney Poindexter came out of your locker and 'switched' places with you?" said Sam.

"Don't even remind me!" said Danny. "Someone calling me a nerd is one thing, but actually switching places with one is a whole other story!" He shuttered. "I can still feel that wedgie that greaser gave me…"

"But seriously dude, did you manage to hear the guy's catch phrases?" said Tucker. "Talk about last century!"

"May I remind you Tucker, that he was from fifty years ago," reminded Danny. "Things were much different back then, than now."

"I suppose," said Tucker. "Come to think of it, we've been on a lot of adventures involving ghosts and it all started with that incident with the ghost portal!"

Danny nodded. It was true. After all his adventures with Sam and Tucker; after all these months of: fighting powerful and annoying ghosts, avoiding ghost hunters, his parent's gadgets, keeping his identity a secret and surviving high school as a 'C' student; he could still recall that fateful day when his parents invented the Fenton Portal: an invention that created a door into the Ghost Zone.

He could recall every action, word, sound, every second of time passing; he felt he was back at the beginning: of how his origin had started from an ordinary fourteen year old kid to a half ghost superhero. It was like replaying an old movie, but only Danny could see it.

"Great, another boring day at school finally done, and Lancer still gives us a ton of homework to do!" groaned Danny miserably.

Danny Fenton, and his two best friends: Sam and Tucker, were slowly walking home from another boring day at Casper High. Danny had done the same daily routine from getting out of bed to another crazy breakfast with his ghost hunting parents, all the way to his daily beatings from Dash and attending his classes, obtaining more homework each day and 'C' point average. But his routine had slightly changed for the past month or so.

Recently, his parents had been working on a top secret experiment in their lab (the basement) and wouldn't let Danny or his older sister Jazz; see it until it was completely finished. He hardly saw them, only during mealtimes and in the mornings when he and his sister went off to school. He was very curious of what they were doing, but he didn't know what to do.

Sam noticed Danny had been completely quiet for over five minutes. She wondered if there was something wrong with him.

"Danny, are you alright?" she asked softly. "You've been awfully quiet…"

The raven haired teen sighed. "I'm fine Sam. It's just that I'm been getting worried about my folks lately. I don't get to see them as much. They're always down in the lab, working on something big."

"What are they working on anyways?" asked Tucker.

Danny shrugged. "I don't know. They won't even tell Jazz! Although, I suspect it's another ghost hunting invention."

"If you're so curious about it, why don't you just talk to them?" suggested Sam.

"I don't know Sam," said Danny nervously. "Sometimes they can be very secretive about these things…"

"It's either that, or do what I do when curiosity gets the better of me!" said Tucker.

"You mean: spying?" corrected Danny.

"I'd like to call it as getting the wanted information without being seen," replied Tucker coolly. "Besides, it's not like you're doing anything that bad to them."

Sam started counting on her fingers "Let's see now: butting into their personal space, eavesdropping; must I go on?" she said, now glaring at Tucker.

"Fine," Tucker pouted, "but don't say I didn't give you any advice!"

"I'll think about what you guys said," sighed Danny. "I have to go. I'll see you guys later."

"See ya, Danny," said Sam. "Call us to see how it turns out!"

Sam and Tucker waved good bye and disappeared down the street. When they were gone, Danny walked into his odd looking house. As soon as he had dropped his heavy schoolbag onto the floor, his sixteen year old sister Jasmine, preferably known as Jazz, rushed into the entrance way and trapped him in a crushing bear hug.

"Jazz, get the heck off of me!" shouted Danny, struggling out of his sister's arms.

Jazz surrendered to her younger sibling's plea and loosened her grip. Danny slipped away from her and brushed off his clothing off in disgust.

"You don't still believe in cooties, do you?" teased Jazz, trying to hide a laugh.

"Cut it out!" shouted Danny, irritated. "You know I hate it when you do that!"

Jazz's smile quickly changed to a frown and crossed her arms. "Where were you?" she demanded. "Mom and Dad are anxious of showing their new experiment to us!"

"For your information Jazz, I was walking back from school with Sam and Tucker," retorted Danny. He paused. "Since when have you been excited about Mom and Dad's inventions?"

"Since they told me that it's going to revolutionize the world! Now come on!" Jazz grabbed Danny by his wrist and dragged him down the stairs into the basement/lab.

The two siblings saw their parents: Jack and Maddie, welding a large hexagon shaped piece of metal onto the far wall. Danny also saw that there was a hole where his parents were standing, about seven or eight feet wide, with five tangled thick black cables strewn across the floor from the inside. On the far left of it was a small control pad with many dials, flashing lights and buttons for operating the…thing that they had created. It reminded Danny of the portal from "Stargate" for some reason, although he didn't know why.

The two ghost obsessed parents finally looked up to see Danny and Jazz at the bottom of the stairs, staring curiously at their new invention. Jack pulled off his bright green goggles and looked over his finished invention, beaming with pride.

"Well, after twenty long years, it's finally done!" he said proudly. "You kids are just in time to see it too!"

Jazz smiled. "I'm so glad that it's finished too, Dad, and it's something not tied into your sick obsession with ghost hunting!"

"Behold, the Fenton's greatest invention yet: The Fenton Ghost Portal!" announced Jack, completely ignoring Jazz.

Maddie lifted a black cloth off a wooden stand. It was a sheet of blueprints marked with a diagram of the ghost portal and two words Danny could decipher as "PORTAL", "GHOSTS" and "US". Jazz's mouth dropped open and stood speechless.

I stand corrected, she thought.

"So Jazz, what do you think?" asked Maddie.

The sixteen year old's turquoise eyes lowered. "What do I think? What do I think?"

Her parents nodded eagerly, waiting for her answer.

"This…this is the most ridiculous thing I have ever seen in my entire life!" she exploded. "You told me this was going to change the world!"

"It's going to change the ghost hunting world, Jasmine," explained Jack. "I thought that you'd be happy!"

"Do I look happy to you?" shrieked Jazz. "Of all the things you've created, this one takes the cake: this stupid…machine!" She stomped right past them and kicked the invention out of her frustration, ignoring the pain.

"Let me guess: it makes a portal to a ghost dimension or something, right?" she said with sarcasm.

Jack just stared at his angry daughter. "Jasmine-"

"Don't 'Jasmine' me! I could have been working on my thesis that's due in a week, but no. I had to waste my precious time down here."

Maddie's patience finally broke. "That's enough out you young lady!" she shouted.

Jazz's face was now a bright red. "Fine, if that's the case; I'll be in my room, writing out my thesis: stating how my parents are a bunch of ghost hunting freaks!" She stomped right up the stairs in a huff. "I hope that invention never works!" she grumbled. Then she slammed of the door behind her.

Danny was completely shocked. Of all of his fourteen years, he had never seen this sister so angry and frustrated with their parents. He just hoped that would never happen to him when he was her age. It might have been a female thing too, he thought. He turned back to his parents who were silent for a moment, but was broken by a deep sigh from his father.

"Forget her Danny," he said. "She probably doesn't quite understand of what were doing right now, but you do, right son?"

Danny stared at Jack blankly for a minute. He was really curious about what they had been working for the past couple of weeks, now twenty years according to his father. After thirty seconds of thinking, Danny nodded and his parents smiled.

Here we go, he thought.

"Well, the purpose of the Fenton Portal is that it will open a rift into another dimension; a 'Ghost zone' so to speak," explained Jack. "This will unleash ghosts into our world: the human or living world, and then we'll be able to test our inventions to see if they actually work!"

Maddie handed Jack two of the black electrical cables each joined with a plug at each end. She pressed several buttons, switches, and turned two of the dials on the control box. She gave Jack a 'thumbs up'.

"All set, Jack!" she said.

"Get ready for anything that comes out of that portal, Maddie," warned Jack. "Danny, you'd better stand back. We don't want you to get hurt."

Danny did what he was told and stood near the right side wall. His heart was racing with excitement. He had never been so excited about his parent's inventions in all his life. He paused. Actually, he was never excited about his parent's inventions, but there's a first time for everything right?

"Here goes nothing…" said Jack.

He brought the cables together. The portal hummed to life; several lights flickered and a spark of electricity flashed inside. Danny's eyes widened with excitement, the kind of excitement he felt when he was younger during Christmas, ready to open a present from under the tree. He couldn't believe it. It was going to work! That's when he heard it…

ZAP!

The lights suddenly lost its glow, the humming of the machine died and the spark fizzled out like a newly born flame. On the other hand, maybe not, he thought. Jazz was right. It was just another failed invention. Twenty years of his parent's research wasted, just like that tiny spark.

"What's going on?" asked Jack. "This wasn't supposed to happen!"

"Maybe there was a malfunction," suggested Maddie.

"Or maybe something blew out," added Danny.

"Impossible!" cried Jack. "We just checked everything before we turned it on!" He unplugged the cables and connected them once again.

Nothing happened.

"Third time's the charm," he said. Still nothing, not even a tiny spark or a light turning on.

"I still don't get it! Why doesn't it work?" complained Jack. "The calculations were correct, all the pieces were put in the right places, and we had everything carefully checked out this morning. Wait; is the computer working, Maddie?"

Maddie typed on the keyboard and clicked the mouse. "I just ran a quick system's check and everything's seems normal. Danny might be right, maybe something did blow out."

Danny sighed while his parents scanned franticly for anything suspicious on the portal. His father was pushing buttons and pulling switches; his mother began searching through old schematics and equations.

Oh well, another Fenton invention bites the dust, Danny thought.

Jack scratched his head. "Hmm, everything seems normal. It still doesn't make any sense to me! Where could we have gone wrong?"

"Well, look on the bright side," said Danny cheerfully. "At least this time nothing blew up and nobody got hurt, right?"

Maddie and Jack exchanged glances and smiled. Their son had a point. Most of their inventions had either exploded, fallen apart, or had been destroyed because of a malfunction. This would either leave them with a destroyed lab, burns, cuts and bruises or something even worse that got them in the hospital for at least three days.

"You're right Danny," said his mother, giving him a hug.

"It's a shame though. I just wish what was wrong with it so we could get it running again," added his father.

"I'm really sorry of what happened," said Danny.

"It's not your fault," said Jack. "Everybody makes mistakes, even us Fentons!" He grinned. "Hey, how about we order some pizza, my treat."

Danny nodded. "That would be nice Dad. Thanks."

Both his parents smiled and walked up the stairs. Maddie disappeared into the kitchen, but Jack took one more puzzled look at the Fenton portal. "I still don't understand what went wrong." He sighed deeply. "Oh well." And he closed the door behind him.

Danny didn't go up with his parents. Not yet anyways. He saw the black cables lying on the floor, and then he looked at the portal. I wonder… he thought. He felt pretty guilty for his parents. As they had said before: twenty years of research, gone. He found that pretty weird for them to work on something that only gave out a little spark of electricity and then die.

But then he thought. Maybe he could find the problem and fix it! That would impress his parents!

He began to run towards the portal but then stopped. What was he thinking? He wasn't a genius! He couldn't even get a decent grade in school, due that he was a 'C' student. So how could he fix a sophisticated thing like this? Still, his curiosity urged him to try to fix it, in spite of himself.

Danny knew that he had to wear some protective gear before he got started, due to all the not-too fond memories of explosions, small fires, and nasty looking bright green goo when his parents tested a new invention. He remembered there were spare jumpsuits in a sliding closet on the far left side of the lab. Moving spare parts and junk out of the way, he managed to find it.

It was long and rectangular in shape with mirrored doors on the front. He managed to open it, revealing several of his mother's turquoise jumpsuits on hangers with black gloves, waist and collar, as well his father's bright orange suits only larger and with more pockets. He knew his father's suits were way too big from him to wear and he wouldn't dare wear one of his mother's if he could help it. What was he going to do?

He kept sorting through the closet, hoping he could find something that he could wear, instead of his regular clothing. Just when all hope was lost for him, a flash of white caught the corner of his eye. Quickly, Danny shoved all the jumpsuits to one side, revealing one small white one: complete with black boots, gloves, neck and waist.

He examined it very carefully, but then he realized it looked as if it was made for him. How come his parents hadn't mentioned this to him before?

He shrugged and decided to ask them later after he was done. He quickly grabbed it off the rack and slammed the closet door. He removed the plastic hanger and tossed it behind his back, not caring where it landed, and unzipped the zipper. Although it looked his size, the hazmat suit was difficult to put on. It covered his entire body except his head. It was skin tight, but it was quite easy to move in.

He looked at his reflection in one of the doors. He felt quite ridiculous in it; it almost made him look like a splitting image of his dad, minus the extra pockets and weight.

Well, it could have been worse, he thought. I could have been wearing one of mom's instead of this one. He shuttered at that very thought. Too creepy.

He turned back to the broken machine which was the Fenton Portal. He sighed. Well, here goes nothing…

He walked into the strange machine. As he went deeper and deeper, the light dimmed until there was hardly any light to see what he was doing. He put his right hand on the side for safety, so he wouldn't trip on the cables. But, then he came across something uneven and smooth on the wall and leaned against it. There was a loud beeping noise and a loud humming which overcame his senses.

And before Danny could figure out what was going on; it happened.

An enormous blinding flash of green light shot out of the cables. The next thing he knew was he felt like his entire body was being put into a blender, pushed on the purée setting. Danny let out one final scream, and then everything went faded into the darkness.

Danny's world was coming back into focus. His eyes snapped open wide.

"What happened?" he asked himself.

He noticed he was lying flat on his back with his arms and legs spread apart. His head ached terribly, as well as the rest of his body. The lab seemed different somehow, but he didn't know what it was. He finally got up to his feet and looked around. But then he noticed something different about himself.

His outfit had changed somehow; the colors had become inverted and now it was entirely black with the exception of the collar, boots, gloves and the waist.

"That's strange," he muttered. "I could have sworn the colors were different. I'd better take this off before Mom and Dad come back…"

He reached for the zipper near his neck, but he couldn't find it or even find the line of it! How was he going to get out of this? Better yet, how was he going to explain this to his parents? He began to sweat a little bit, out of his growing nervousness.

Okay, don't panic, Danny, he thought.There's got to be some scissors around here somewhere...

He walked over to his parents' work desk and shoved blueprints and other clutter out of the way to find a pair of scissors. He threw an unusual silver and green thermos carelessly behind his back, and heard a loud 'thud' followed by a beeping noise. His head swiftly turned to the source of it, and gasped.

The Fenton Portal had been turned on. The once gaping empty hole was now consumed by a swirling bright green vortex of energy. It was working! It was really working! Danny couldn't believe it. He had fixed it!

But this was no time to be celebrating. There was still the suit problem; there wasn't a pair of scissors to be found in the lab. Either it had been taken apart for an invention, or it had become an invention. He suddenly remembered there was a pair in the kitchen drawer.

Quickly with haste, he piled his parents' junk back onto the desk and ran up the stairs. Danny suddenly discovered he felt lighter than usual and noticed there wasn't any slapping noise of his feet as he ran. Curiously, he stopped, looked down and let out a short scream.

He was floating. His feet were hovering a few inches off the ground; he felt as if he and the floor were two magnets repelling each other.

This is seriously not happening, is it? He wondered. Let me down!

Strangely, he slowly and gently came back onto the hard wood of the stairs.

"That was too weird," he muttered. "Maybe, I'm sick, or I'm just dreaming…" He placed his left hand near the wall to relax, as he stared at the ground. Suddenly, his head hit against the wall hard and fell onto the ground.

"What the heck?"

He looked at what had just happened and almost screamed again. His entire arm had gone through the wall! He hastily yanked it out and gasped. It had gone entirely see through! He examined it very closely and a few seconds later, it was visible again.

"No way!" he cried. "That didn't just happen!"

He quickly ran up the stairs to the bathroom to figure out what was going on with him. He noticed Jazz was sitting in the living room, writing out her thesis as she had declared earlier. His parents were no where to be found. What a relief! Danny peered around the doorway just to try and talk with her. He stared at her for a moment but then shook his head in denial.

What am I doing? He thought. Jazz will think I'm a freak if I explain to her what's happening to me. I'd better keep it a low profile until I figure out what's going on…

Danny sighed, turned around and darted up the stairs.

Jazz suddenly looked up from her paper and peered down the door way. She scratched her head puzzled and shook her head.

"That's funny. I could have sworn I heard somebody sigh right here a second ago…"

She shrugged and went back to her studies.

Once Danny had entered the bathroom, he slammed the door shut and locked it. Then he ran the tap over the sink with some cold water and snatched a hanging white hand towel from a hook. He splashed the water over his face and dried it off with the towel. But then he immediately dropped it, in shock of his reflection in the mirror.

His face was completely changed. His raven black hair had faded into a now silvery snow white; luckily his eyes had retained its natural baby blue. But then he blinked, and they morphed into a frightening, glowing radioactive green.

He began to sweat and shake with fear as he backed away from the mirror. He looked at his hands and then touched his face, making sure nothing else was going to mutate on his skin. He stared back at his reflection, then to his hands, and then back to the reflection again.

"What happening to me?" he cried. "It's almost as if I'm becoming a…a…"

His sentence trailed away into his thoughts. He felt like one of those comic book characters just starting out with their powers; their origin. But, that didn't explain why he was all like this. He felt a recent flashback coming on: his parents' failed invention; the cables; the explosion of electricity; the blinding flash of green light; a scream.

He slapped his head in stupidity. Of course, why hadn't he had figured this out before? The Fenton Portal! Something must have happened when he had turned it on inside of it. A faint flash of the swirling green vortex shaped into his mind, and then his glowing green eyes overlapped it. One word just echoed through his mind over and over again.

"…ghost," he said, softly. "But, this would mean I'm dead! How am I still alive?"

Danny Fenton would eventually find out the truth sooner than he thought.

"Danny? Danny? Hello, Earth to Danny?"

Danny just stared at the cafeteria ceiling in a daze; a puzzled look was all over his face. Sam leaned in close to his ear and took a deep breath.

"DANNY, WAKE UP!" Sam hollered.

The raven haired teen was so frightened by Sam's wake up call; he yelped and fell off his chair. He stuck his index finger into his ear to get some invisible earwax out.

"Sam, what the heck did you do that for?" he yelled. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack and then make me deaf in the process?"

"You were in some sort of trance for a long time," said Tucker, firmly. "Is everything alright, man?"

"Uh, yeah," said Danny. "Just remembering some 'good' times, that's all." He looked around only to find it was clearly empty, with the exception of Sam, Tucker and himself. "Where's everybody?"

"They left, while you were in your little dream world," said Sam, flatly.

Danny was about to counter Sam's comment with one of his, when his ghost sense escaped through his lips and headed out of the cafeteria.

"Oh, great," he said. "What now?"

"I don't know, but where going to find out!" said Sam.