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.

Night had fallen around the quaint country side, sunlight giving way to the comforting silver glow of the moon. Those within the shadows came alive, crickets chirping pleasantly, greeting the shimmering crystals above in the sky. Clouds were scarcely found, displaying the vastness of the blackened sky. Out of the forest came the orange glow of man, a flickering flame illuminating four figures surrounding a fire. However, man's glow was surrounded by beings lesser known to be man.

To one side of the pit sat Samantha Manson, seeming quite content in her dark, mysterious surroundings. Beside her sat Daniel Fenton, or, to his town of Amity, Danny 'Phantom'. On the opposite side sat the renowned Fullmetal Alchemist, Edward Elric, his brother Alphonse sitting beside him, his presence only known by the suit of armor for which his soul was attached.

An awkward silence hovered above them, eyes seeming to take turns to gaze at the other. Danny grumbled often, picking scraps of branches and leaves from his ivory hair. The once new black collared shirt and denim jeans he wore now displayed a worn look, as though an outfit he had decided to use for wrestling. Al occasionally sighed, annoyed at his brother's stubbornness to communicate, having had the difficult task of convincing him to let the others stay with them...the compromise was, it was only for one night.

"So...uh...Alphonse, right? Where'd ya get that heavy armor?" Sam asked, attempting to break the silence. Ed stopped prodding the fire, hair falling before his amber eyes. Al fidgeted nervously, making the notion to scratch his neck.

"Uh...well, I got it...at my house...yeah, it's an heirloom." Sam raised an eyebrow at his antics, but was distracted when Danny nudged her.

"Sam, we shouldn't be here!" He hissed under his breath. Ed resumed prodding the fire.

"What do you mean, Danny? We have no idea how to get around!"

"'Scuse me." Danny feigned a broad smile to Ed and Al, darting into the forest, dragging Sam behind him.

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"What is it with you?" Sam complained. Taking her hand from Danny's grasp, he turned, looking into her amethyst eyes.

"I wanted to know where he got that armor! It's so cool!" Danny smacked his head, ignoring the giddy school girl joy Sam got from menacing armor.

"He's a ghost!" Sam stopped daydreaming how she would look in a suit of armor like that, turning to Danny.

"What?"

"That...Al kid! He's a ghost!"

"So?" Sam put her hand on her hip, looking sternly at Danny.

"So? So everything! He could attack us! He might have shape-shifted and stolen Vlad!"

"Danny..." Sam sighed, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Not all ghosts are bad. Take you for example. Well, maybe not right now, seeing as you attacked the wrong person tonight..."

"Don't remind me."

"...anyways, the point is, they're helping us!"

"But...that Ed guy! He can do the same thing as Izumi!"

"Izumi!" Danny and Sam turned, seeing both Ed and Al crash to the ground from their hiding place behind a tree.

Danny and Sam looked down at them in astonishment, a bit too shocked to be angry at their eavesdropping.

"How long were you there?" Sam inquired.

"Long enough. You know Izumi?" Ed got up, brushing dirt from his red coat.

"Yeah, why?" Danny replied.

"Izumi was our Teacher." Al replied, fixing his loin cloth.

" 'Was'? " Danny asked.

"She just isn't anymore, okay? But...how do you know her? Is she okay?" Ed asked, concern and curiosity in his eyes. The last time he had seen her, she had been fairly ill and with no one to give her more herbs since Dante's murder.

"She took care of us for a few days, but...some military men came the other day and-"

"Military!" Ed and Al exclaimed at the same time, looking to one another. Running back to their camp, they doused the fire, going into a frantic frenzy.

"Running from the government?" Danny laughed. Ed got up, smirking.

"You are, too, right? That's why you left Izumi."

"Not running! Dude, he had crazy stuff popping all over the ground, and no shirt on!"

"Armstrong." Ed and Al both stated with ease afterwards, Ed picking up one thin suitcase.

"You know them?" Sam asked. Edward and Al gaped at her.

"Hello! I'm the Fullmetal Alchemist! Haven't you heard of me?" Danny and Sam shook their heads. Ed sighed, reaching into his pocket. Pulling it out, he revealed an elaborate silver pocket watch, a noble lion in scripted on the front.

"What? A watch?" Danny asked.

"Not just a watch! This is my symbol for being a State Alchemist!" Danny and Sam merely looked at the pocket watch, nodding their heads though they did not understand. Shoving the pocket watch into his pocket, Ed looked to Danny.

"What about you? Flying everywhere, and attacking me!"

"I told you, it was a mistake! I thought I saw you carrying someone I know!"

"That's not the point! What are you?" Ed looked at Danny, searching any exposed skin.

"Me? What about your 'brother'?" Ed looked back at Al, then turning to Danny.

"What about him?"

"He's a ghost!" Sam smacked her head, leaning back on the tree. Of all battles, between Skulker, Ember, the Lunch Lady, Johnny Thirteen, and all other ghosts, she somehow dreaded the imminent battle before her more.

"A ghost!" The brothers shrieked, then breaking out into laughter.

"What's so funny?" Danny asked. Sam sighed, sinking to the ground.

"There's no such thing as ghosts!" Ed exclaimed, wiping a tear of laughter from his eyes.

"Oh yeah?" Danny smirked, his eyes glowing a fierce green. Disappearing from sight, he flew into Ed, attempting to overshadow him. Ed fell to his knees, clutching his head. He began to shake violently.

"What...the...hell!" He hissed.

"Brother?" Al asked, concerned, going towards him.

"What are you doing to Brother!" Al shrieked, stepping forward. Sam, however, intervened, stepping between Al and Ed.

"Danny, stop it!" Ed's left arm flailed violently, and he stood up, walking straight into a tree.

"What's he doing!" Al asked, extremely concerned.

"Don't worry. Danny won't hurt him..." Sam walked up to Ed, he continuing his violent spasms. Sam looked straight into his eyes, they losing their amber glow.

"Danny!" She hissed, voice chilling and frightening.

"GET OUT OF ED...NOW!" Edward's eyes glowed a bright green, and he ceased his convulsions.

"Brother...?" Ed turned to Al, beginning to dance around like a monkey.

"Look at me! I'm the human shrimp, and boy, am I ever small!" Al backed away, immediately knowing something was terribly wrong.

"DANNY!" Sam spoke. Ed's chest was thrust out, and Danny's opaque form flew out, slamming into a tree before solidifying as he fell to the ground. Blinking, Ed clutched his head, amber eyes confused.

"What...did you...do?" He asked. Danny shook his head, standing up weakly.

"He overshadowed you...or possessed you, whichever word comes to mind." Sam spoke plainly, lavender eyes glaring at Danny with the coldness of the Arctic. At this, Al looked at his brother, Ed dumbfounded and confused. Al himself was rather out-of-sorts.

"P-possessed?" Al asked, backing away from Danny as he rose from the ground, clutching his head.

"Keep your armor on, jeez." Danny muttered, looking to Sam. Her eyes glared at him, and Danny felt as though he would have preferred to be stabbed than endure her menacing glare.

"Never do that again. NEVER!" Ed yelled to Danny, closing his fists. He shook with rage, and had the urge to knock him unconscious, but held himself back. Sam passed Ed, approaching Danny. The two looked to one another for a long time, before Sam broke the silence.

"Danny- they can help us!"

"No they can't, Sam." Danny sighed, putting his hand on her shoulder. She shrugged it off in dismay. As Danny and Sam began to argue again, Al silently approached his brother, looking to him.

"Brother, what's going on?" Ed did not look to the suit that contained the soul of Alphonse, but just stood, withdrawing his hand from its place on his head. For a moment, his expression changed, though it hardened afterwards. He smirked.

"Al...I think ghosts do exist."

Author's Notes: How difficult should one chapter be? My goodness...I get so worked up to keep them in character. :P Appreciates reviews.