Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom, nor do I own Fullmetal Alchemist. However, the unique plots and events I put the characters through are original creations of my own mind.

Scents of flowers...swirling with the tempting scent of a roasting ham, as well as the crisp scent of basil. Flickering his eyes open, Danny had to recall where he was. Memories of pain, darkness, and dangers flashed into his mind. Reaching up to rub his eyes, he found his wounded right hand bandaged. Sitting up, he grunted, feeling stiff and aching. He found himself in a clean bed, and noticed he no longer wore his torn black jumpsuit, but a shirt far too large for him that reached to his knees like a night gown. At this, Danny became extremely confused.

"What the heck?" He whispered to himself, pushing down the white covers of the bed to examine himself. All the wounds had been cleaned and dressed, and his jumpsuit lay in a heap besidethe bed. Turning to a window, rays of morning sunlight flowed in, the sound of children's laughter reaching his ears. Standing up, he stretched his back, hearing cracks as he stretched out his stiff joints.

"Ugh." He grunted, rolling his shoulder blades. Walking over to the door to the unfamiliar room, he opened it slightly, seeing a pot simmering atop a gas burning stove. It was then his stomach growled, and he realized how hungry he was.

'Man, am I hungry.' Danny thought, silently shutting the door, fearing to walk out into an alien room and begin eating food in front of strangers that had taken him in. As he did so, the mirror hung from the back of the door reflected the morning sunlight. Shielding his eyes from the blinding light, Danny lowered his arm when the light went away.

"Oh, no..." He sighed. Ivory white hair still adorned his head, eyes a shocking green, now wearing a large burgundy shirt and his boxers. Closing his eyes, he breathed silently.
Nothing. Opening one eye, he looked into the mirror, hoping to see Danny Fenton.

"Okay..." Breathing slowly for a few more seconds, he attempted to transform again.

"Darn it!" He breathed.

"Why can't I change back?" He thought aloud, leaning on the mirror with one hand.

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"Danny!" The door swung open, flinging Danny backwards, slamming into the wall. Shaking his head, dazed, he looked up to see Sam.

"Ahh! Sam!" Danny grabbed the shirt, shoving it down to block his boxers. Sam just laughed.

"Sorry." She apologized. Danny examined her, then finally wished to ask.

"What are you wearing?" Sam wore a button down, sleeveless white shirt along with black pants, the only recognizable piece of clothing Sam wore were her black boots.

"You mean this? My clothes were ruined...Mrs. Curtis lent this outfit to me."

"Who?" Danny asked, but Sam just shook her head. Offering her hand, Danny took it, standing up.

"Sam, I have to tel-"

"Not now, Danny. You should eat."

'Eat. Eating sounds good.' Danny thought.

A part of Danny shouted at him for being so rude. He shoveled down fresh ham and potatoes, savoring the taste of homemade food and just the essence of eating again. He chewed lively, ignoring the woman that examined him as he ate. Sam controlled herself to a further extent, avoiding the ham on her plate and eating with less barbaric actions.

"Sorry about Danny...he's just really hungry." Sam attempted to pardon his actions, talking to Izumi who sat across from them at the table.

"It's alright. With the condition of you two in that field, I suspected you might be hungry." At this, Danny slowed, swallowing down a last piece of meat. He remained silent, however. Sam always seemed better at the talking.

"Uh...Mrs. Curtis..." Sam began.

"Please, call me Izumi."

"Okay, then, Izumi. Uh...where are we?" Sam asked blatantly.

'I could've done better than that.' Danny thought, sitting straighter in his chair.

"How would you two not know? Are you runaways?" Izumi questioned. Tucking a braid of black hair behind her ear, she watched the two children before her. Their movements, the way they talked, their reactions to her questions...she was quite intrigued by the two.

"Not exactly..." Sam began, unsure of what to do. Telling the truth may merely get them a one way ticket to an insane asylum, or it may benefit them, however unlikely it seemed.

"How can you 'not exactly' run away?" Izumi asked calmly.

"We were kid-napped." Danny blurted out, surprising Izumi slightly, being as this was the first time he had spoken.

"Kid-napped?"

"Yeah, but we got away." Danny drifted off into thought. After all, it was merely a truth, but without all the complicated details.

"I see..." Izumi trailed off, not buying their alibi for one second. She began to wonder who these two were. Their clothes had been so odd...and this boy, his hair white. Had he been albino, he would probably would have had red eyes like an Ishvarlan...and yet, it seemed they had no recollection of the civil war that was taking place, not knowing where they were. Or, for that matter, know why they were here.

"That still doesn't explain how you got those wounds." Izumi directed towards Danny, staring at him sternly.

'Thank god my parents aren't this perceptive.' Danny thought.

'Wait- my parents...' He had heard a loud 'thud' from upstairs when Lust had rushed to the basement.Was his familyall right?

"Daniel?" Izumi questioned, leaning closer slightly.

"One of the kidnappers attacked me, but I fought back."

"Now that we've told you about us, who are you?" Izumi smiled at Sam's question.

"Teacher! Teacher!" The three turned at the sound of a pleading child's voice. Glancing once at Danny and Sam, Izumi rose from her seat, walking out.

"There is NO way I'm going out like this." Danny spoke defiantly, crossing his arms. Shrugging, Sam couldn't blame him, and followed Izumi outside into the calm, warm day.

"Is something wrong, Alice?" Izumi asked a young child, kneeling before her. As Sam appeared behind them, the child glanced up curiously, then looked back to Izumi.

"My necklace is broke, and I can't find the claspy-hooky-thingy!" She whined in distress. Izumi merely smiled, taking the remnants of the precious jewelry form the young girl. Placing it on the ground, she pinched dirt and rock between the two places that could not meet on the necklace. Clapping her hands together, it sounded as though it echoed, making a drastic movement. Sam watched in a trance-like state, Izumi placing her hands on the ground. The necklace and all around it began to glow a bright blue, and then it faded. Picking up the fixed necklace, Izumi handed it to Alice, the young girl running away happily.

"Thank you, Teacher!" Turning back to Sam, Izumi quirked an eyebrow at her.

"You look like you've seen a ghost." Oh, how wrong that pun was.

"You performed Alchemy...right?" Izumi merely nodded her head slowly, unsure of where Sam wished to go with this. Disappearing inside her own home, Izumi followed Sam curiously, but stayed out of the way.

"Hah! In your face, Danny! Alchemy does exist! Izumi just performed it!"

"Yeah, right, Sam, like that could ever happen."

"You always said ghosts never existed before a year ago!"

"That's completely different!"

"How so?" Izumi walked in, clearing her throat to announce her presence. Sam and Danny looked up immediately, amethyst and green eyes upon her. Izumi looked down at each of them.

"You ran from something, didn't you?" Izumi crossed her arms, glaring at both Sam and Danny. Each sighed, and Danny opened his mouth to reluctantly begin explaining the odd situation they were in.

"Izumi, I have the boy's clothes." Mr. Curtis stood behind his wife, looking down on the two kids.

Both their jaws dropped at the sheer size of the man. Narrowing his eyes at the two teenagers, they each quickly averted their gaze, whistling in hopes to appear innocent. Shaking his head, Mr. Curtis walked away. The tension that bound Danny and Sam left them immediately. Izumi just smirked, tossing folded clothes to Danny. Catching them last minute, Danny suddenly realized something.

"Wait- DID THAT GUY TAKE OFF MY CLOTHES LAST NIGHT?" Sam and Izumi just laughed at Danny, but he looked to the large shirt he wore now in horror.

Author's Note: I hope you enjoyed this piece of information. It was rather difficult to construct, seeing as how Izumi is so intelligent and perceptive...and how Sam and Danny would obviously try and keep this a secret. Chapter Ten, coming soon!