Okay, a request fic for TweenisodeOrange that's WAY overdue. =) Here's your FOP crossover, dear. ;) I hope the length makes up for how long it took for me to get it out.

Disclaimer: Well, I don't own any of Butch Hartman's creations.

A Fairly Ghostly Encounter

Danny slowly stood up and pulled on his backpack, ignoring the cold pinch his Fenton Thermos gave his back through the newly established hole in favor of the granola bar he'd just managed to weasel out of his pack.

He decided, after a moment of chewing, that food had never tasted so dry. Not that he had much else to keep him moving. In fact, he was lucky to be as well-equipped as he was, considering the circumstances.

A ghost with some gigantic sword had reared its ugly resurrected head just before he could slip off to the overnight 'Under the Stars' sleepover party-thing the school was throwing. His backpack was stuffed to the brim with just-in-case-it's-vegetables-for-dinner snacks, a Fenton Thermos, pajamas, another set of clothes, an ecto-proof sleeping bag (that only stung a little bit when touching), an extra blanket to protect him from direct contact of said sleeping bag, and one over-stuffed and nauseatingly pink teddy bear—a gift for Dash to wake up with.

…Needless to say, the bear and half of his clothes did not survive. And, if he wanted to be perfectly honest with himself, he didn't fare nearly as well as his sleeping bag, which was the only thing left perfectly intact. Although Danny managed to avoid any serious injuries, the fight had lasted out into the morning, each intense hit taking him farther and farther away from Amity Park.

His ghost form was hiding behind a mask of fatigue, and he had decided to wait to use that ghost half's dwindling supply of energy until he got a better feel for his bearings. It wouldn't do any good to lose power while flying over a desolate land without a water supply.

Currently, the only clue as to where he was happened to be a sign about a block ahead—the only sign he'd seen since starting on this long stretch of road. Not that the town name told him much, seeing as he had never heard of it. It was very distinct, and with bright, bubbly letters it read with a most cheerful manner that didn't seem to fit his situation whatsoever: 'Dimmsdale: 10 Mi'.

In hindsight, maybe a handheld PDA with GPS and wireless internet access wasn't that bad of an idea…

"Cosmo, you're an idiot." Wanda stated frankly, watching Timmy scramble to peel the mass of orange goop and bananas off the walls before his parents burst in.

The green toaster laughed, changing back into his fairy form. "But I'm your idiot."

Wanda snagged Cosmo's wand before he could attempt to clean the mess and waved it away on her own. "And that line is starting to wear thin." To the now relieved Timmy she grinned. "What do you want to do now, sport?"

Timmy collapsed dramatically onto his bed. "You're asking me what I want to do after a day of avoiding Vicky, pranking Crocker without getting caught, trying to console Cosmo for the loss of another insect—"

"TREVOR!" Cosmo wailed.

Timmy went on as if never interrupted, "and magically tearing it up in the skate park while my friends watched in awe? I'm exhausted." The boy grinned mischievously. "What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I—" Wanda stopped when Timmy interrupted her. "Not you. Him." She turned, with agonizing slowness, to her husband. Cosmo was spinning his recovered wand, clearly searching for inspiration.

Suddenly, as she knew he would, Cosmo shouted out with glee, "I know!" And here Wanda prepared her wand for damage control, "Let's go ghost hunting!"

The female fairy froze, her eyes panicked. Timmy, skeptical, frowned. "Ghosts don't exist, Cosmo."

"Of course they do!" her husband shouted, lifting his wand. The pointed star began to glow, powering up for a fistful of magic.

Wanda snatched his wand just in time to stop him—which was perfectly legal, because Timmy hadn't made a wish. "No they don't." She snapped, trying to glare memory into her husband. It wasn't like she could come out and say 'No ghosts' with Timmy sitting right there. He'd immediately wish for them to inform him.

"Uh…Wanda? Why do you have that Cosmo-shut-up look in your eyes?" Her godchild asked, cocking his head to the side curiously. Before Cosmo could open his trap to reply Wanda poofed a closed zipper on his mouth.

"Nothing." Wanda smiled at Timmy. "Why don't you start cleaning up—I'm sure your parents are going to start dinner soon."

Stubborn to a fault, Timmy pushed on, "I wish you would tell me what you're hiding."

Wanda deflated, and the magical need for her to answer that question pressed hard at her throat. "It's nothing against DA Rules if you wish for it, I guess." Wanda sighed, crossing her legs. For a moment only the buzz from two sets of wings could be heard. "Fairies aren't supposed to interact with ghosts, sport. Immortals of different species in familiar contact with one another has never been a good thing, like between pixies and fairies. Ghosts have a tendency to be vengeful while fairies tend to play pranks. It doesn't mix well."

Timmy lifted his eyebrows, "So they are real? That's awesome! What do they do?"

Cosmo unzipped his mouth, "They do lots of stuff, they fly, like us, they can walk through things, disappear—mphhh."

Wanda re-zipped his mouth, "No more than he wishes to know." She reminded with a whisper.

Timmy rolled his eyes, "Wanda…" He warned. "I can just wish you to tell me anyway." His ten-year-old face lit up, "But if you don't want to tell me…Cosmo! I wish we were equipped to hunt ghosts!"

Moments later Timmy was dressed out in a startling dark pink HAZMAT suit, Cosmo playing his green pistol. With a sigh, Wanda joined them, changing into a brighter pink set of goggles for her adventurous godchild. Timmy wished them out of the house and pulled out a tracking device that came from a seemingly non-existent pocket.

While Timmy and Cosmo jumped after the most minuscule of ecto signatures, Wanda silently thanked the knowledge that there were no ghosts to be found in the city of Dimmsdale.

Danny moved cautiously down the bustling street, weary beyond belief. His stomach complained about the lack of cash in his pockets, while his mouth cried for the murky puddle he'd just stepped over. And he refused to even concentrate on his feet anymore.

Danny glanced wistfully at a patch of green up ahead, the thought of a prickly park bench and a gurgling water fountain sounded all too wonderful.

Timmy inspected the tree root, jutting up from its earthly prison. "I don't get it." He said, "The scanner says that it's right here."

"Well, sport, maybe it's just a leftover trace of a ghost," Wanda suggested.

Timmy scowled, rubbing muddy hands on his now normal outfit—the HAZMAT had gotten incredibly too uncomfortable for him a half hour before. "But if ghosts are real then they should be everywhere." He gestured to the trunk, "But instead I'm jumping around at bushes and trees!"

"Don't forget the fire hydrant." Cosmo added, changing from a weapon back into a fairy.

The boy sighed, glancing at his watch. "There's not much time in the day left for play," he complained, "Wanda, are you sure this scanner works?"

The fairy smiled, "Of course it works."

"But not well enough," Timmy declared, a tug of inspiration coming to him, "It's not sensitive enough…"

"Maybe the ghosts are hiding." Cosmo suggested, trying to balance his wand on his nose.

Timmy growled and threw down the scanner. "I wish the ghosts would just come to me." He said, folding his arms.

"Done!" Cosmo crowed, ignoring Wanda's sharp, terrified shout of warning.

Danny stumbled up to the drinking fountain, his exhausted legs feeling relatively accomplished now that he'd made it the last block to this little park. He chuckled in half delirium, his hands shaking a little as he reach down to press the little metal thingy that would make water come out.

In a glorious, dirt encrusted spurt, the fountain called to his dry mouth with utmost temptation. Danny grinned, and kneeled down a little bit to wet his cracked lips.

Suddenly, before feeling that heavenly flow of hydration, he lurched unexpectedly to the left. Danny blinked, "Must be more tired than I expected…" he muttered to himself, taking a step back and re-pushing the button for water.

Again, just before he could take a sip, he tripped over himself a few feet toward a stand of trees. Danny growled at his feet, stomping back.

This time he didn't even make it to the drinking fountain—he turned around and headed for a half dead Oak. Danny stopped, glanced at his shoes, then back at the water fountain—now ten feet away…and getting farther.

He snagged the branches of a tree upon passing it, lifting his uncontrollably walking legs above ground. "Stop." He commanded out loud, as clearly mental command wasn't enough.

With a mind of their own, his legs flailed continuously. And with a body too tired to hold itself up for too long, Danny felt the strain in his arms and back—which wasn't at all helped by the fact that his momentum made him swing.

With a clawing feeling of panic Danny searched for something to stop himself—even when, of its own accord, his body dropped to the ground and kept moving. Snagging useless plant life and crashing through brambles, Danny eventually resigned to heading into an Eastern direction, praying that his powers wouldn't have to be used in some fight when a trip home sounded so much more favorable.

Timmy kicked at a rock, bored. "Wanda, how long has it been?"

"Five minutes," She replied, hovering above him and looking a tad nervous.

"Couldn't the ghost just poof here instead of taking so long?" Timmy whined.

"It's only been five minutes, sport." Wanda repeated.

Cosmo eyed an snail as it made its slow way up the bark of a tree. "Maybe it's just slow." He suggested, running a list of names through his head for this new insect.

The godchild watched in slight amusement as Cosmo carefully coaxed the snail onto his wand. "Don't name it," Timmy warned.

"Why wouldn't I name Randolph?" Cosmo grinned. "Randolph and I are buddies!"

Wanda and Timmy both rolled their eyes. "Should we get him a tissue box?" he asked his godmother. She held up her wand and poofed one into her palm knowingly.

"Is that a friendship gift for me and Randolph?" Cosmo asked, already snatching the Kleenex from his wife. "Thank you Wanda!"

Timmy laughed at his fairy godfathers antics, noticing the rumble in his stomach as he did so.

Wanda also picked up on this noise, and she lifted an eyebrow at her godson. "Should we head back for supper, Timmy?"

"I'd rather not eat moms cooking," Timmy said, settling back down on a tree root. "Besides, I'm still waiting for my ghost…Although, I wish I had a hamburger." He grinned at the sudden burger that appeared in his lap and ripped into it merrily.

That was when he heard it. Soft at first, but getting louder. Timmy tipped his head to the side, listening. It was a steady, fast beat…it reminded him of…stomping…?

He didn't get the time to ponder this new sound as a teenager, about fourteen, crashed through a nearby bush and tackled Timmy.

Danny rolled off of what he landed on, panting and unable to open his eyes even if he had wished to. It felt like he'd just run a mile in the most exhausted state possible—and he didn't doubt that assumption, either.

"Guys, hide!" someone shouted nearby.

There was a shuffling noise and Danny felt someone poke at him in the side. "Who the heck are you?" A kid's voice snapped. "You made me drop my dinner!"

"Sorry," Danny mumbled, reluctantly sitting up and rubbing the tense muscles of his neck. He glanced at the kid, whose mischievous gleam reminded him far too much of Youngblood. "I don't know why, but for some reason I feel like I should be asking you what I'm doing here…"

The kid blinked and twisted his fingers into his pink shirt, the earlier look of adventurous joy trickling away. "What?"

"Uh…nevermind." Danny replied, looking around. He was still inside of a park, most likely on the other end of it, and…a green piece of equipment leered at him a few feet away. He froze, staring at it. Was it possible that, even with such a weak amount of energy, some sort of ghost luring device was what landed him here?

He had the answer almost before he thought it. Of course that's what it was. Was there any other kind of weird freaky stuff affecting him out there that didn't carry a link to his ghost powers? The only good thing about this one was that it wasn't Freakshow this time. Just some kid probably messing with a lost piece of equipment he found. "Um, what are you looking at?" The kid asked nervously, stooping to pick up the device.

Danny immediately lunged and got to it before the kid could. "Hey!" The boy shouted, reaching to attempt a recovery. Danny pushed the boy off. "Do you know what this is?" he pressed.

"Well, duh! It's mine!" the kid glared. "Give it back! That's my…my Cosmo ghost finder!"

"Really?" Danny asked, startled that the kid actually knew it had to do with ghosts. "And how does it work?"

"On…on voice command, but only my voice will work so there's no point in taking it!" he said, desperately trying to get at Danny's outstretched hand. "See, watch, I wish that my Cosmo ghost finder would find the ghost!"

Danny lifted an eyebrow at the silly command. There was no voice reception equipment that he could see; it was clearly an unfamiliar object to the both of them.

The boy turned dramatically to stare at a tree root, and, surprisingly, the device perked up. "I found a ghost!" It crowed, in an excited, totally-not-computer-like tone. Danny's face paled, worry striking up that this thing might be able to detect him…he searched his mind for an excuse if it could actually— "It's holding me!"

Danny dropped the item as if it had suddenly burned him, but that didn't stop it from filing too much information. "He's a real one, too! He has a body and it feels like it's stuffed with a whole bunch of ghost energy! Isn't that so cool, Timmy? It's funny, at the same time it's like I was being held by a human; but there's no way that's a human!" The device chuckled—it actually laughed like it was a real sentient being, and continued despite Danny's obvious horror, "I think this is the one of those thingies we've heard rumors about. Some sort of in-between. Like mixing a horse and a person to make a centaur, or an ant and a cantelope to make an antelope. It's both a ghost and a human! I don't know what that's called, but we can ask Wanda."

"I wish my Cosmo ghost finder would stop talking!" the kid cried, almost as panicked as Danny.

Danny stopped. "You wish?" Suddenly, it clicked. The babbling voice that concealed itself in the form of a scanner, forcibly being run to this kid…and the word 'wish' all rushed together to fit in a flawless puzzle. Danny whirled on the kid, "You're messing around with genies?!"

Timmy stuttered, "G-ge-genies? Why would—wait, you know about genies?" A flood of relief swelled through Timmy at this news. "Cosmo, you could have told me," he chided, inspecting the puzzled teen in front of him.

The stranger nodded, "I've met more than my fair share with only one of them—her name's Desiree and she's…"

"A trickster?" Timmy grinned a little uncertainly. "Norm was, too."

The teen ruffled a hand through his black hair, wary eyes tracking over Timmy. "Who are you?"

"…Timmy Turner. Who are you?" Timmy asked, slowly feeling more comfortable.

"Danny." The teen glanced around, and fell into a casual crouch to be at a closer eye level, subtly recovering the ghost scanner before the kid could. "You know how dangerous a genie is, right?" he questioned, glancing up at the trees.

"I'm not an idiot," Timmy scoffed. Who did this guy think he was, acting like an expert? "Who says I'm messing with genies? I…sort of know better by now." Timmy blinked in understanding, "You do know about magical creatures, right?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I'm definitely dealing with a kid here."

"Hey!"

Ignoring Timmy, Danny stood up. "Magic isn't real—the genie I know runs off of ecto energy." He chuckled, "Magical creatures. You're probably thinking of ghosts." Growing serious Danny inspected the Cosmo finder still in his hands, and Timmy picked up on a little worry.

He didn't know about magic. He was currently holding a disguised fairy. He somehow was aware of ghosts, but that didn't count. As far as Timmy knew, until today ghosts weren't really real. Timmy jumped up, "Are you going to give that back already?" He snapped, taking the opportunity to snag Cosmo away.

His fairy giggled a little, "That tickled."

Timmy stuffed Cosmo in his back pocket and picked up the pink sunglasses that symbolized Wanda. "It talked." Danny said, somehow not surprised enough.

Timmy backed away, "Duh, it's been talking. That's what it's programmed to do."

"That didn't sound like programmed talking to me..." The teenager lurched unexpectedly once Timmy had gone all of six feet. He yelped and a startled "Again?!" came out. Danny stumbled back into the short range from Timmy and stopped.

Timmy took another set of steps back, this time a puzzled look stretching across his face. Danny was tugged along by some invisible force, and he was slowly beginning to scowl. "Timmy, right?" he asked, waving away an answer, "Could I please have that invention back?"

"It's mine!" Timmy defended, experimentally moving backwards again.

Danny stumbled on a tree root. "Let me go!" the older boy demanded, glaring up at Timmy. "Don't make me use what little energy I've got to keep you in place!"

Timmy grinned triumphantly, "You are a ghost!"

"What?" The teen yelped, "I—I don't know what you're talking about!"

"You mean this?" Timmy took an innocent hop away.

Danny, forced to follow, cried out, "Stop that!"

Timmy smiled, and Danny once again felt like he was meeting the human version of Youngblood. "You don't look like a ghost," the boy suddenly burst, face falling, "Why?"

"I'm not a ghost," Danny defended, his voice not nearly as convincing as he would have hoped.

Timmy shook his head, "Wanda, can ghosts make themselves not look like ghosts?"

Silence.

Danny glanced around, "Who are you talking to?"

"…No one?" The younger questioned, pulling off a pair of alarmingly pink sunglasses and inspecting them.

The teens eyes hardened, no longer really caring what this kid was doing. He was tired, hungry, and in desperate need of a hot shower. And, for some reason or another, the boy standing in front of him was holding him from even attempting such a feat. "Look, I don't care. Just give me that ghost device you've got or—" a burst of frozen air cut Danny off mid-sentence. He shivered, looking around expectantly.

It didn't take long to turn around and inspect the sky, in which a mass of glowing green entities seemed to be diving…straight for him. Danny was too preoccupied with a frozen sort of panic to register a female voice muttering, quite indignantly, "And this is why we shouldn't make any ghost wishes."

Aheh. ^^ Character interaction was hard--had to scrap A LOT of drafts. But I think I'm happy with the final copy. THANK YOU to Amazing Bluie for being so gosh dang amazing and hashing this out with me--even if we did spend an hour arguing over one sentence that we never really changed. ;) (I know that was my fault, but shh! Bask in the glory, it's done!)

To my readers, I adore you all, and I pray you have a fantastical day.

Toy Soldiers Unite,
~Catalyst