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.
The air caressed Danny and Sam, each flying within the depths of the azure sky. The wind ruffled Danny's white hair, and cooled his wounds. It relaxed the two, each succumbed to silence. Thoughts ran through their minds, thoughts of where they were, or how to return home. Alchemy was a new reality, and seemed to make things all the more complicated. Sam tucked a strand of flailing black hair behind her ear, glancing to Danny.
"Where do we go?" She asked. What surprised Sam the most was they were not met with one airplane at this point. Although Dublith had been a unique town, she took it for a small, quaint town, probably technologically neglected, or following laws of the Amish.
"I don't know..." Danny sighed, looking onward through the sky. Why were they even here? What did those homunculis want with him? Strangely enough, he pitied Vlad at this point, but wasted no time in grieving. Bothering Danny the most was this whole situation...a gate, strange military men, Alchemy that makes crazy stuff pop out of the ground... Sam shivered, collecting droplets of water as they flew through a cloud. Pulling his arm gently, Danny hugged Sam closer to him. The two blushed, but allowed the subtle gesture to speak for itself.
"Sam?"
"Yeah?"
"I tried to tell you before, but I guess it's pretty obvious right now...but..."
"What?" Sam asked, voice curious.
"I can't change back! I don't know why, but I can't be Danny Fenton in this weird place...I can only be Danny Phantom."
"What!" Sam asked, astonished.
"Didn't you realize that already when Izumi and everyone saw me like this?"
"Well, sort of. I just didn't want you to change back because Izumi found you as a ghost!" The two sighed, frustrated. Homeless, weary, and probably being hunted by homunculis...what a wonderful life they lead! Danny looked onward, directing their flight. Sam, however, gazed down, watching the land pass by beneath them. She got lost in the lushes greens and rolling pastures, beginning to wonder if she'd ever miss that busy, dirty Amity. What the two did miss, however, was Tucker.
"Danny, maybe we should ask one of those farmers for shel-" As Danny listened to Sam, he felt a cold breath escape him, his breath crystallizing before him.
"Not here!" He grunted.
"Don't tell me- a ghost?" Sam asked. Danny merely shook his head in annoyance, the two beginning to cautiously descend into the hidden shelter of a forest below.
Landing, Danny balanced Sam on the ground, letting her go. Hovering beside her, he looked around. Nothing. Only the trees, casting shadows as sunlight filtered through the canopy. Flying around, Danny searched the area, going intangible as he stuck his head through a tree trunk, or cutting through thick brush with a plasma blast.
"Danny, I don't like it here... I feel like I'm beingwatched." Sam looked around, tossing aside some dead roots.
"And would you stop doing that! The bushes never did anything to you!" Danny turned, stopping the plasma blast.
"I'm trying to find a ghost, here! So the brush- it's gotta go." Hearing a rustle, the two went silent, eyes gazing around. Another, more lively rustle gave the location. Squinting, Danny slowly went up to the branch.
"CRRAAWWW!" A green plasma ray quickly blasted from Danny's hand. With a 'thump', the cause for the rustling fell to the ground, smoking.
"Danny! You shot a poor bird!" Sam cried, rushing over to the twitching chickadee. Scratching his neck, Danny forced a laugh.
"Sorry." He muttered, the roiling black mist solidifying, becoming his legs once more.
"It's okay. I won't let the mean old ghost hurt you anymore." Sam spoke to the bird as if mocking it for being mentally retarded, petting it gently. Danny shook his head, smacking his forehead in a mixture of pity and...well, a strange fear. As Sam continued to coddle the shocked fowl, Danny's breath crystallized before him once more. Turning abruptly, he jumped slightly, hovering easily above the ground a few inches. Glancing back at Sam, he swiftly flew away. Observing either side of him as he quickly made his way through the trees, Danny still couldn't find a ghost anywhere.
"Show yourself!" He shouted to the forest. A groan replied. Making a sharp turn, Danny accelerated, hoping he had heard the groan from this direction.
"Aha!" Danny caught the sight of a figure turning around a tree. Ivory hair flailing with his speed, he finally located the culprit. Before him lay Vlad, bruised and unconscious, though he seemed to be rousing. Holding Vlad's collar tightly in his hand was a short blonde kid, probably about Danny's age. Whether the boy was a ghost, or Vlad had set off his ghost sense, Danny didn't care.
"Let him go, kid!" Danny spoke, hovering above the boy, attempting to look intimidating. Smirking, the boy ran quickly opposite to Danny, easily carrying the dead weight of Vlad in his right arm. Frowning, Danny sped forward, hands held before him.
"Stop!" Danny shouted, watching the boy as he turned.
WHAM!
"Oh–oww..." Danny sighed, rubbing his head. Glaring at the trunk of the tree, he turned, flying after the boy. It seemed like an endless maze of nature, Danny turning at every opportunity, following the shadows and glimpses of Vlad's dragging body.
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"I'm tired of this!" Danny sighed, becoming intangible. Flying up into the clear afternoon sky, he willed himself visible once more. Blocking the sunlight with his hand, Danny gazed atthe surrounding area. Through all the clearings of the forest and shadows given off, Danny could not find Vlad or the boy. Flying over the treetops, Danny looked down at Sam, the bird perched on her shoulder, dazed.
"Sam!" Looking up, she saw Danny's face.
"What happened to you?" She asked, noticing the trickle of blood coming down his nose and twigs stuck in his wild white hair.
"Never mind! I found a short boy, and he had Vlad with him."
"Was he a ghost too?"
"I don't know, but he was definitely annoying." Danny grunted.
"Fine. I'll go this way, and you go that way. They can't have gotten very far." Nodding, Danny flew off, scanning the canopy for this mysterious boy and Vlad.
"I'm trying to save my arch enemy...this is so messed up." Danny shivered, but continued his search. Undaunted by the now setting sun, he feverishly looked through each opening in the canopy. Wiping sweat from his forehead, he wondered how Sam's search was going. Beginning to locate Sam, he heard a strange metallic sound, like footsteps. Becoming unseen to the human eye, he flew higher.
"Brother...why don't we go back to Central? I'm sure the Colonel can help us." A large, armored figure spoke.
"I told you, Al...there will be too many questions. Besides, we're better on our own, right?" A short, blonde boy replied to the massive one in the armor suit.
"Found him." Danny grinned to himself, appearing once more.
"HEY, SHORTY!" Danny dived down to the blonde boy, fists clenched and out.
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Ed looked up, hell portrayed in his eyes.
"SHORT!" He screamed, turning. When he couldn't find the bastard who spoke, he heard Al gasp.
"Brother, look!" Eyes glaring upwards, Ed lost his rage for a moment, replaced by astonishment. This was quickly replaced with anger once more.
"I AM NOT SHORT! YOU CALL ME SHRIMP? SHORT-STUFF? MIDGET?" As the white haired...thing...plummeted down, Ed clapped his hands. An odd echo resonated in the quiet wilderness, and bolts of blue flew everywhere. Holding out his hand, the ground formed upward into an intricate harpoon. Just as the..boy (?)...came down, Ed held out the handle, blocking him. The boy put up his arms defensively, and disappeared.
"What the hell?" Ed spoke, looking around. The white haired boy was no where in sight.
"SHOW YOURSELF, YOU FLYING BASTARD!" He screamed, hunched over and ready to attack.
"I don't like this." Al spoke, bending the armor's knees, holding up his hands defensively, ready to attack.
"Boo!" The boy emerged from the ground, punching Ed in the jaw. Hovering before them, he watched as Ed fell to the ground.
"Where's Vlad?" He spoke. Ed quickly getting up, he gripped the harpoon tighter. His teeth seemed to become fangs, and his face unleashed a rage more fearsome than Satan himself.
"I DON'T KNOW ANY VLAD!" Ed shouted, bringing the harpoon down on the boy. As the weapon came down, the boy snickered. However, Ed was the one who laughed when he fell to the ground. Lifting his head, the boyspit out dirt.
"Of course you do! I saw you dragging him in the forest!" Pointing the spearhead at the boy's neck, Ed placed his leg atopthe boy'sback in a victory stance.
"Drag this 'Vlad' out of the forest? I was just passing through!"
"Sure you were, but I saw you." The boy growled. With that, he seemed to fall into the earth. Stumbling as his footing was now gone, Ed looked around.
"Where are you!" Ed hissed. Approaching Ed, Al put his hand onhis brother'sshoulder.
"I think this might all be a misunderstanding...a really weird misunderstanding, but still..." Al stated, looking down to Ed. Beginning to calm, Ed placed the harpoon upright, the base upon the ground. He breathed slowly, then looked around.
A green ray of light seemed to come out of no where, knocking the harpoon from his hand. Growling, Ed turned, seeing the boy hover before him. Smirking, Ed clapped his hands. The boy quirked an eyebrow at this, as though he recognized this before, but presently could not remember. Swiftly placing his white gloved hands to the earth, blue sparks blinded anyone's vision. The earth flew at Danny in small strands, wrapping around his limbs, chaining him in mid-air. Struggling, the boy's face was distorted, as though attempting to will the earthen chains away.
"Now..." Ed spoke, standing straight.
"What are you, and what do you want?" The boy continued to struggle, although his facial expression had gone from frustration to pain.
"Stop!" Ed, Al, and the boy turned at the sound of a voice down the path.
"Is that...is that Teacher?" Al asked aloud in astonishment, seeing the usual black slacks and long button down white shirt. Ed squinted harder, taking a few steps forward to examine the figure coming closer.
"Stop!" The voice was clearer now, and youthful.
"That's not Teacher." Ed stated, curious now. A young woman stopped, panting before them. Her hair was black as midnight, and cut short. Clad in Izumi's clothes and odd, menacing black boots, the young woman stood, looking to the boy.
"Danny, he's not the one! I came to tell you I saw that boy and Vlad! They were going the other way!" The boy, now revealed having the name 'Danny', looked down to the girl, then to Ed. Laughing nervously, he stopped struggling.
"Uh...I, uh...haha...well, this is akward, isn't it?"Ed and Al exchanged glances of confusion and intrigue, then turning back to Danny. Clapping his hands,Ed placed them on the ground, blue sparks transmuting the flailing earthen chains back into its solidified state.
"WOA!" Danny fell to the ground, bouncing painfully on the ground, havingreturned to its normal state. Rubbing his aching head, the young woman winced, as though feeling his pain. Smirking, Ed went up to Danny, crouching down and holding out his hand.
"I'm Edward Elric, the Fullmetal Alchemist."
Author's Note: I'm betting many of you are excited that Edward and Alphonse have finally come into play. This was fun, but difficult to write...I ended up deleting half of it and re-doing it. Review and critique, pleashe. :)