An Incredible Life

A Danny Phantom/The Incredibles crossover

Disclaimer: Me no own!:D

Dani's POV:

"Hello."

I looked up at the woman kneeling in front of me. "Hi" I replied, in a sadly weak voice. "I'm Danielle, but I prefer Dani with an i."

"I'm Honey." Her soft voice whispered.

She smiled in a motherly way. She had mocha-coloured skin, with warm, yet concerned, brown eyes. Her dark hair (it was either a very dark brown, or black) ended at her shoulders in a perfect line. She was definitely African-American. It made my heart ache considering I've never had a proper family, the closest being my 'cousin'. "Do you want to go to your new home? My husbands at work, so you'll meet him later."

I nodded, keeping eye content. I was about to stand up when the door suddenly burst open. My flight or fight instinct was screaming, Flight won, but took all of my control to not transform, so instead I huddled my body closer towards me, forming a small ball on the seat. I looked at the intruder. He was also African-American, like my new foster mother.

Mother. I mused. That sounds nice. A small smile graced my lips.

I was shook out of my musings when I felt a small, feminine hand tap me on my shoulder. It was Honey's. I glanced up. She was now stood up and,a she and the man who came in was looking at me with concern and worry.

"Are you okay? Honey asked. I nodded, keeping my eyes on the man. She must have noticed, as she introduced him to me. "This is Lucius, your foster father, and my husband."

I resisted rolling my eyes at the end statement. Well duh, how can he be my foster father if he isn't married to you. But instead I simply asked him. "I thought you were at work." He smiled at me while slowly walking up to me. He wrapped his arm around his wife's waist while replying. "I was, but my friends came and helped me out. I finished early." His eyes twinkled with amusement. Obviously he knew something that I didn't, same with Honey. I bet that how my eyes twinkle when I talk about ghost stuff, but what can they know that I don't? I mentally shrugged my shoulders. I'll find out eventually.

"Okay, so what happens now?" I asked with a small smile. They both smiled brightly back. Lucius replied "Well, first, let's get you home." I nodded.

They walked me to their car which was waiting in front of the station. They both had to stay in the station for a bit more, to sign some papers about me being fostered to them. I didn't run away when they left. This is my only chance to have a family, something I've always yearned for. So I stayed. I waited in the back of the car. Eventually, my official foster parents returned to the car. Lucius sat behind the wheel while Honey sat in the passenger seat (if that's what its called). And then the two decided to play Q&A while driving to my new home.

Lucius began by asking: "How old are you?"

I kept my answer as close to the truth as possible, by saying that I'm 12, but made the mistake of muttering that '12' is a physical age, not my real one. My real age is only one... Honey caught me out of it, and asked me to repeat my answer. I did, but omitting the mutters.

When my foster father mentioned a friend of his having a son the same age of me, named Dash, I was ecstatic. Maybe I would have the chance of having a persona of a normal life. True, I'd never be normal, but it'd be as normal as it gets.

The conversation then moved to me, and my origins. They asked me on where I was from. I said Colorado, but also mentioned Amity Park and my brief stay there. Then we strayed to Amity Park. We talked about ghosts and why they attack, or protect. I used Danny's ghost form as an example of a ghost of protection. When they claimed the Danny was a villain due to his previous thievery and threats to the mayor. A quick explanation on overshadowing and mind-control quickly changed their minds (throwing in that Danny saved me also helped in that)

But then they wanted to know about my family. I quickly fabricated a story. I said that my mother died in childbirth, and my father hated me for it. I carried on by saying that her father had enough money to make it look like I never existed, and that's what he did. One day, I got sick and tired of it, so I ran to a distant cousin of mine. Only he knew about me, as he stumbled across my room while visiting my father.

When I was prompted to elaborate on my cousin, I simply said his name, and talked about his family. I said that he prefers to fight the ghosts by himself, or with his friends, and his parents aren't that good at ghost hunting. I quickly continued by defining 'not good'. 'Not good' meant that Danny could catch an extremely weak ghost (*coughcough* the Box Ghost *coughcough*) in a matter of minutes, while his parents would chase that ghost for ages, and still not catch him. I didn't hold back the pride in my tone of voice, something that both of my foster parents picked up on.

I also told them my last name, when asked, though it was with extreme reluctance. After all, 'Masters' could be linked to billionaire Vlad Masters, who definitely holds enough power to hide a child from view...

They quickly asked about how far along my education was, which I kept up with while on the run. Sometimes I would sneak into random lessons and sit in in my ghost form. Being on the streets is, no, was, extremely boring.

A quick warning about my fathers resourcefulness, as well as showing off my... liberated iPod, we found ourselves at our destination.

I looked with wide eyes at my new home while pondering why I told them so much. (I mean, seriously, I just met them.) The house has two storeys, and the house was a pale baby blue, a shade lighter than my own eyes. There were two medium sized windows on the second floor, and one big window on the bottom. The bottom also had a deeper blue coloured door on the right of the front of the house.

"The colour almost matches my eyes!" I exclaimed, with a big grin on my face. I heard Honey and Lucius chuckle behind me. They walked me inside and into the kitchen. Lucius told me to put my iPod on the table and he'll find a charger for it. I smiled, while wondering whether to voice something important. I decided to voice it.

"So, I've been wondering, since you're my foster parents, what do I call you?"

They both paused and looked at each other before Honey replied. "Well, you can either call us Mom or Dad, if you're comfortable with it, but if your not, you can call us by our names."

I smiled. I was already comfortable with them, I have no idea why, but I do. I suspect Clockwork. Who knows what he can do? "Thanks...Mom." I replied.

When they heard me call Ho-Mom, Mom, they broke out in huge grins. Lu-Dad was skeptical on how I already call them Mom or Dad. I grinned, saying "This is the most comfortable I've been in a long, long time. I've only been this comfortable with my cousin." While kicking ghost butt that is, but they don't need to know that. Mom then led me to a shower, stating that I stink. Well, I can't really disagree with that. I quickly undressed, neatly folding my previous clothes and placing them on the floor, and threw myself into the shower. Bliss.

After all of the grime, muck and blood washed off me, I quickly dried off, and found some new clothing on the stool inside. I put them on. They were a little too big, but they worked. I skipped back to the kitchen, seeing my iPod fully charged. I quickly nabbed it when Mom and Dad came. They then led me upstairs, to my bedroom. I was speechless when I saw it. The walls were a light green, and the bed had emerald coloured bedsheets and pillows, the same colour the eyes took when I'm in my ghost form. There was also a desk with a lamp and a swirly chair on the side. When my foster parents asked what I thought of the room, I simply smirked and stated "It's perfect.".

After they showed me my room, the doorbell suddenly rang. Dad went down to see who it was. Apparently because of his job, it's likely that he would be sent for at a moments notice. I hope he's not being sent for! I want to get to know my new family!