Hey guys! This did take longer than I thought it would. I was sort of busy, but it was mostly writer's block. I had a hard time writing the beginning of this chapter, so sorry if it's not good. ;

A load of thanks to my reviewers: The Sin of Justice, Fluehatraya, flyingpoppy1060, PrideTheArrogant(I loved your review XD), kok0roxGuardian, Anime lover 3593, The Rose Blue Prince, and Leviathantamer. You guys rock my socks, and get me motivated to write more!

Alright enough blabbering, and oh. I keep forgetting a disclaimer. So here: DISCLAIMER: I do not own DP or FMA, not characters, not story plots. Nothing. I do this for fun. :P (this counts for past,and, if i forget, future chapters)

Now on with the story!

Chapter 2

Ed pushed himself off of the gray pavement feeling a little dazed. The drop out of the portal was higher than he expected it to be. "Hey, Al, you okay?" He asked, watching the bulk of metal push itself into a standing position.

"Yeah, I think so," He responded, looking around to get a feel of their whereabouts. They seemed to be in an alley. It was a dead end, cool brick walls on three sides of them giving the place a dark shadow. But at the end of the alleyway there was light shining through, showing that it was still daylight out. "Where are we?"

"Some place called Amity Park, by the looks of it," Ed replied reading a billboard that was above Al's side of the alley. 'Amity Park. A nice place to live' was enscripted on the oversized sign with big letters. "The name doesn't ring a bell..."

"Brother!" Al cut off his train of thought. "Look!" He pointed behind Ed where the portal was, or had been. It was slowly spinning into itself, getting smaller and smaller until it disappeared into nothing with a small pop.

The two stared at the spot where the portal had been, surprise clear.

"Now look where your bright idea got us, brother!" Al broke the silence. "I knew this was a bad idea..."

"But you're the one who agreed to it!" Ed countered.

"Only because you were so adamant about it!"

"Are you telling me that you would have really passed this golden opportunity up?" Ed looked at his brother and then turned back to the empty space that was once the portal. "Besides, we can't change what's happened, but we can still move forward. We'll just have to find another way back." He looked at his brother again, a determined smile on his face. "And see if we can't find any information on the Philosopher's Stone along the way. That was the reason we made this decision, right?"

Whatever response Al had was forgotten as something, or someone, flew, yes flew, by the alley.

Ed ran to the end of the alley, closely followed by Al. "What the..." He trailed off looking in the direction that the unidentified flying object went. He barely had time to collect his thoughts as a second unidentified object flew past, about five feet from them. "Come on, Al!" Ed motioned for the suit of armor to follow as he ran after the two objects in question.

The clock on the bleak white wall seemed to tick extra slow as it counted down the last few minutes of class for the day. Thank god it was Friday.

Mr. Lancer, a fairly out-of-shape, bald-headed teacher, closed his Edgar Allan Poe book, finishing up the lecture. He sat down at his desk, organizing tomorrow's lesson plan. "As for your homework assignment over the weekend-" his speech was cut short by the ring of the bell, signaling the end of the school day.

In what seemed like miliseconds, the classroom was empty, save a few forgotten papers that lazily floated their way to the floor. The teacher sighed as he packed up his things and headed out of the doorway himself.

"I swear man! Lancer's class is such a bore!" Tucker Foley, an African American boy donned in brown boots, khaki shorts, and a yellow shirt topped off with a red berret over his short black hair, exclaimed to the two teens who walked beside him. "Especially when it's last period on a Friday!" He pushed his glasses closer to his teal colored eyes.

"I know what you mean," Samantha Manson, a girl dressed in mostly black with hints of purple and green, responded. "I like dark poetry as much as the next goth, but give it to a middle-aged, monotoned teacher and even I'm put to sleep." Her raven black hair bounced ever so slightly as she walked down the crowded hallways of Casper High School.

Daniel Fenton, adorned in a red and white tee-shirt, faded blue jeans, and red tennis shoes, chuckled, his black hair falling slightly in front of his soft, baby blue eyes. "Well at least the bell rang before he could assign any homework."

The trio had reached the sidewalk in front of the school. "Did you guys want to come hang at my place for a while?" Sam asked, her violet eyes looking between the two boys.

"I'd love to, but Jazz made me promise to come home right after school today if there was no ghost trouble," Danny replied, slumping his shoulders ever so slightly. "She wants to help me study for math. Joy." He said sarcastically and gave a hollow laugh, not wanting to think about his least favorite subject.

He reluctantly bid fairwell to his friends, and turned in the opposite direction to head home. He walked slowly, enjoying the peacefulness of the afternoon. Sometimes it was nice to just walk and listen to the birds, not having to think about anything.

Suddenly a chill deep in his core rose up his spine and escaped through his mouth as a blue mist. "So much for not having to think about anything." Danny mused to himself before ducking into an adjacent alley, out of sight.

The alley walls flashed for a moment as two white rings appeared around the teen's torso and split directions. As they completed their pass over his body, Danny Fenton was no longer there. Danny Phantom, the local town hero, and mischievous ghost took the black-haired boy's place. Neon green eyes glowed with an unnatural energy and silver-white hair was blown back as the half-ghost took to the skies.

"Now where..." Danny started, looking for the cause of his ghost sense. Not long after he spotted a blue ghost in jean overalls flying towards a warehouse. The ghost boy sighed and rolled his eyes at the annoyance. He flew lower and followed the smaller ghost, past the entrance to a dead-end alleyway.

Once near ther warehouse, the ghost in persuit slipped inside via the wall, Danny in tow, both ignoring the door below completely.

When they were both inside, the first ghost turned, now noticing the presence of Phantom. "Beware! I am the Box Ghost! Behold my awesome power over all things cardboard and square!" The blue ghost proclaimed, fueled with confidence that came from who knows where.

"Look, can you just do us both a favor and get in the thermos yourself?" Danny asked, sounding bored and irritated.

"You cannot contain me within that cylyndrical container!" The Box Ghost yelled as he started to levitate the boxes around him. "Tremble in fear as you are pelted with..." He paused to read the inscription on the side of the closest box. "Plastic Tupperware!" The little blue annoyance thew both hands forward, letting the boxes fly forward and spill their contents toward his opponent.

Danny floated in the same spot, his arms folded across his chest and simply went intangible, letting everything simply fly through him. After everything hit the wall behind him, he dropped intangibility and uncapped his Fenton Thermos. Pointing it at the Box Ghost, he activated it. A blue-white light enveloped the protesting ghost and sucked him inside.

As soon as he capped the device, he turned to leave. The ghost froze in his aerial tracks as he spotted two strangers in the doorway staring up at him.

"What the hell are you...?"

And there you have it! Still short, yes. And I'm sorry. v.v Also I seem to have a thing for writing the Box Ghost as the first ghost that shows up. He's just so much fun to write! He's kind of cute in the way that he's such a confident idiot. Am I the only one that thinks that? Probably. Oh, well, my opinion stands.

If it's not too much effort, please drop a review, let me know what you think.

Until next time (hopefully sooner than later)

~PhantomPhever