Okay...so this is my crossover Fanfiction with Danny Phantom and the show 'Roswell'. Actually I can't call it a crossover per say, because I cut out a lot of the characters from 'Roswell'...I guess you could say I'm just using the plot of both shows, and some of the characters from Roswell along with my own character, and of course the characters from Danny Phantom. So here it is I guess.

Danny Phantom plot and characters © Butch Hartman

Roswell plot and characters © Jason Katims

Chapter 1 Location:(Amity park)

"Ahhhhhhh, Oomph!" a young teenage boy yelled, as his opponent threw him into the wall.

"Take that you rotten little pest!"

Two gleaming emerald eyes fixed an angry stare at the figure hovering in front of him, and the boy picked himself up only to be pinned against the wall by that same figure.

"So, any last words?" it whispered, its cold heavy breath blowing the boys snowy white hair out of his face

The boy struggled in its grasp, trying desperately to escape, but the figure pinned him even harder to the wall, its long claws digging slightly into his shoulders as it held him there. The boy grimaced and managed to free one hand and slip it around to his back, grabbing a small device that was being held to him by a long strap strung around his chest.

"Yeah I have a two words for you actually, you're finished!" the boy shouted, pulling the device out from behind his back and taking the cap off of it.

The figure dropped him and moved away, its gleaming red eyes full of fear and realization of defeat. The boy picked himself up, moving forwards slightly as a glowing blue ray of light shot from the device and shrouded the figure, pulling it towards the boy.

"You'll pay for this! When I get out of here you're through!!" the figure shouted, before it was sucked completely inside.

The boy capped the device and slid down against the wall, exhausted. Two blue rings formed around his waist and his appearance changed almost instantly.

Instead of snowy white hair he now had black hair, and his glowing green eyes were now blue. His outfit consisting of a black lab suit with white gloves, boots, waistline and collar had been replaced with a pair of blue jeans, and a white t-shirt with red cuffs, collar, and a red oval in the center.

"Well Danny, looks like this is the last ghost you'll ever catch in Amity..." Danny Fenton whispered to himself as he picked himself up.

He cringed slightly as the pain in both his shoulders returned. He looked to see that there were three small punctures on either side of his t-shirt where the ghost had been holding him captive.

He sighed, thrusting the Fenton thermos, which he had used to capture the ghost, into his pocket as he made his way out of the abandoned building. He headed down the street, looking up at the sky as he walked and trying not to think about what lay in store for him the next morning.

It was chilly outside, slightly windy. Summer was finishing up and autumn wasn't to far off, which was party why some of the leaves on the tree's had already began changing colors.

The moon was vibrant and colored a ghostly white against the night blue sky. Thin clouds rolled across the sky, distorting the light from the moon slightly and casting Danny's silhouette in front of him. The stars were tiny pinpoints of light in the distance, gleaming as he walked, and seeming almost like they were following him.

He shifted his vision forward, staring down the road as his footsteps echoed against the black pavement. 'Why me? Why do I have to move?' He wondered to himself. 'I mean, my whole life has been here in Amity Park...my friends...my school...my teach—well maybe not my teachers...but how can my family just expect me to be okay with leaving everything that matters to me behind?'

Danny growled angrily and kicked at the pavement as he walked, as though it would make him feel better about his whole situation. After a few more minutes of walking he finally reached his street. He could have easily flown home, but he wanted to take the extra time to think about everything, despite all of the time he had taken not to think about it.

'If I could just convince my parents not to move...not that it would work...they have their minds set on it, and nothing I say is going to change that...and give me a break...Roswell New Mexico? Where that supposed 'Flying Saucer' crashed in 1947? What, do they think there will be alien ghosts haunting places around there or something?'Danny laughed out loud at the thought of Alien ghosts, or even aliens for that matter.

'I guess I should believe in aliens since I have ghost powers I it be possible...that aliens exist as well?'He wondered. He shook the thought from his head as he neared his house.

As he glanced up he saw the Fenton Ghost RV in the driveway, already partially packed with boxes and other things. While he had spent the day as far away from his house as possible, his parents and Jazz had obviously been very busy packing everything up.

Danny had spent the morning with Tucker and Sam, talking about moving, and how they would all try to stay in touch after he left. But since being with his friends was too painful he had left them and spent the remainder of the afternoon by himself.

He had flown around his neighborhood mostly, just trying to think of pretty much anything but moving. He had even tried to think about how cool it might be. To meet new people, make new friends...a new school, new house. But it had just made the knot in his stomach tighter.

And just when he had been about to go home and get to bed early, a ghost had attacked him and chased him into that abandoned building. 'Figures...' He thought. 'Ghost's are always after me...but what do I do now that Tucker and Sam won't be around to help me? I'm definitely not going to trust anyone new with my secret...I had a hard enough time telling Sam and Tuck...and with school and everything else...'

Danny stared up at the sky again, tired of thinking and rethinking the good and bad of moving away. It was getting him nowhere, and it wasn't like he had a choice in the matter. He sighed as he walked down the driveway, dreading the moment when he would walk into the house.

He was about half way down the driveway when suddenly a bright light was shone in his face. He quickly shielded his eyes with his arm and blinked a few times, purple and orange spots dancing in his line of vision. "Danny is that you?" a voice said.

The light disappeared and Danny slowly moved his arm away to see a girl two years older than him standing in the doorway with a flashlight in her hand. The light from it was dancing across the lawn as she stared at Danny.

Her eyes were blue, her soft red hair reaching past the middle of her back, and held from her face with a sky blue headband. Her outfit consisted of a black long sleeved shirt and a pair of turquoise jeans.

"Jazz? What are you doing up? It's past eleven..." Danny said, walking up to her.

"What am I doing up? I think I should be the one to ask you that. Danny where have you been?! I had to cover for you by telling mom and Dad than you were still talking to Tucker and Sam!" Jazz hissed angrily, trying to keep her voice down.

"Well I was...I guess we kind of lost track of time..." Danny said.

Jazz rolled her eyes. "Sure you did. The three of you were probably wandering around the neighborhood causing trouble or something." Jazz muttered. Danny sighed inwardly. 'Typical Jazz...' he said to himself.

"Look Jazz, I'm really tired—"he started.

"Oh no you don't!" Jazz said, blocking his path into the house. "You're going to tell me what you've been up to right now." She said, poking him in the chest.

"Cut it out!" Danny said, batting her hand away. "I wasn't up to anything, really! I was talking with Sam and Tuck about the whole moving thing! Maybe if you actually had friends here you would have been doing the same thing!" Danny snapped.

Jazz frowned and glared at him. "For your information, I do have friends. But there was an invention called the telephone incase you didn't know. And besides, I was helping mom and dad pack everything. I didn't see you helping us today." Jazz said smartly.

Danny growled, "I'm going to bed..." he said angrily, pushing past her and walking into the house. Jazz turned off the flashlight and closed the door as she stepped inside.

"See you tomorrow Danny. And get to bed fast, we have to be up early tomorrow to finish packing and get on the road before the traffic starts." Jazz said, walking past him and heading up the stairs to her bedroom.

As soon as Danny heard her door close he sighed in relief and looked around.

His heart sank as he saw that the furniture in the living room had been cleared out already. Everything was gone...He glanced into the kitchen to see that everything in there was gone as well. As he walked further into the room he saw that a few boxes still remained in the corner. His mom was probably still going through everything.

He crept over to the lab and silently opened the door, closing it behind him as he descended down the stairs. He got about half way down before he stopped. As he glanced down into the lab the feeling of moving was finally cemented. Everything was gone except for a few bare tables.

All of his parents' inventions (With the exception of The Fenton Thermos) were packed away. Even the Ghost Portal was gone. The floor had a few loose papers on it, but other than that all of his parents lab work was gone, and the lab looked deserted. He gave a sad sigh and hurried back up the stairs, closing the door and going back into the living room.

From there he took the stairs into the upstairs hallway and walked into his bedroom, closing and locking the door behind himself. His mouth fell open when he saw that his parents had packed up everything in his room already. His posters were gone, his models... everything...the only things left were his bed and his desk.

Unable to face the total emptiness of his room, he threw himself onto his bed, kicking off his shoes and pulled the covers over his head, not bothering to change into his nightclothes. His shoulders still hurt from where the ghost had punctured them with its claws, but as he ignored it as thoughts began flooding his mind.

'This is the last night I'll ever sleep in this room...in this bed...the last night I'll ever be in Amity again...' Danny slowly drifted to sleep with that thought, dreaming about what life would be like in Roswell New Mexico...