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Adopted crossovers:

DP/Labyrinth – Author: Angelic Gargoyle Artemis; Title: Labyrinth and Danny Phantom

DP/Yu-gi-oh – Author: Laryna6; Title: Shadow Spirits

DP/CSI & DP/Kim Possible have been reserved, but are not up yet.

The respective chapters have therefore been taken down from this fic due to ff . net's rule against double posting. If you wish to read them and their continuations, find them on the profile page of the adoptee.

Please, adopt a plotbunny? Continue this fic?

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"So what's up, Giles?" Buffy slung herself into the chair in the conference room. Outside the wall made up of windows the trainees were practicing with the new wooden bullet guns.

One thing that Buffy had insisted on for the new Slayers, besides a salary and health insurance was decent R&D. She remembered her old war chest and wondered, again, how it was possible she had only died twice. It wasn't until she had opened up the records that she realized how rare it was for a Slayer to reach their eighteenth birthday.

Never again.

Watchers would be support for her girls, not masters. She thanked goodness she had never been spotted as a potential and taken to be trained.

Especially after finding out how common sexual abuse had been.

"Buffy, we have reason to believe a new Hellmouth may have opened."

Buffy blinked. "What? Just like that? No prophecies or anything? No signs of the apocalypse?"

"Do you remember the Fentons?" Willow asked.

Buffy shook her head. "Don't think so."

"They're ghost researchers. We've been paying them to design and test ghost-fighting equipment for us for a while now." Willow had a folder, Buffy waved it away. "A femw months ago they tried to publish a scientific article claiming to have opened a portal to the 'Ghost Zone' and since then ghosts have been appearing in their city."

"Ghosts? Not demons?"

Willow nodded. "I don't think it's a Hellmouth. It might be a gate to Limbo."

"You mean the dance?"

"Buffy," Giles chastised her, "You know what Limbo is."

Buffy grinned. "Sorry Giles." Not sorry at all.

Giles shook his head mournfully. After all this, there was still that girl in her. Not innocent, but free. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Buffy, I'd like to go there with Giles and check the place out, see what's going on."

It couldn't be urgent, it had been a few months and nothing had happened. "You two want to go personally?" She raised an eyebrow at them. "You're missing the old days and want to escape the paperwork. Count me in."

"Cool! It'll be like old times," Xander piped up.

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"Danny! Get out of the lab!" Danny jumped up as he heard his father yell. Good thing he'd already changed back from Phantom to Fenton and emptied the Thermos into the Ghost Zone.

"Sorry, Dad!" He ran upstairs to escape chores.

He should have been invisible! His parents had forbade them all to go down in the lab since they'd gotten that call from their boss.

A team of people from the foundation that funded their experiments was coming down to examine their work, and as soon as his parents had heard that they had gone from laid-back to stressed-out.

There were very few people willing to fund ghost research. The Summers Foundation and Vlad Master's various companies. Dad had tried to reassure Mom that old Vladdie would be happy to take them on, might even pay better, but Mom hadn't been so happy about the idea and Jazz and Danny had traded panicked glances. Vlad already had Skulker and Mr. Gray working for him, as well as whoever had developed the ghost cloning technology. With their own parents working for him, who knew what he would be able to do? Order them to conduct dangerous experiments so Dad would get killed? No, he wouldn't want to put Mom in danger.

Still, Vlad giving orders to his parents was on Danny's list of thing he never wanted to see, like the events that in that horrible future had resulted in Box Lunch.

His parents had formerly encouraged them to run around the lab in hopes they would want to become ghost hunters when they grew up but now the lab was off limits. Everything had been cleaned up and actual safety devices had been installed.

If this was the result, Danny almost wished the inspectors would come more often.

He ran up to his room, rejoining Sam and Tucker, who had let themselves in. "The ghosts are back in the Ghost Zone."

"Give me five, man." Tucker held up his hand and Danny obeyed. Tucker entered the information on his PDA. "That's all your enemies accounted for."

"So we can finally have that Weekend O' Fun and my parents won't look incompetent." Danny threw himself on his bed. He'd barely gotten any sleep since the call but it was going to be worth it. He hoped.

There was an explosion downstairs, and Danny heard his Mom's frustrated voice yell, "Jack!"

"Sorry!"

"Out of the lab!"

"Well, your Mom definitely won't look incompetent, anyway," Tucker assured him.

Sam laughed. "They must have given the job to your Mom. How much funding do you get, anyways? You've got a lot of expensive stuff here. A blimp?"

Danny shrugged. "I have no idea, my parents won't talk about money and they only just recently started giving me an allowance." Sam had had to buy him a cell phone so they had a way to keep in touch that wasn't as weird as the Fenton Phones.

"What I don't get is why a girls school would fund your parents." Tucker shrugged. "There're a lot of rumors about them too. I set up my search engine to try to find more before I came over here."

Sam blinked. "You mean the Summers Foundation is linked to the Summers Academy?"

"Yeah. You've heard of them?" Tucker asked.

"My parents are sending me there next summer. There's a program that's invitation only. People fight to get their kids sent there, but they take a lot of charity cases."

"You're going away over the summer? For how long and why didn't you tell us?"

Sam shrugged. "I'm trying to get out of it, and I've got months to try. Come on Danny, my parents aren't any good at getting me to do things. I'll spend the summer with you guys, I promise."

Danny tried to act cool and hide his relief. "I'm going to need to get a summer job. I hope it won't be at the Nasty Burger."