So I've been thinking about this for a long time, and just decided to post this because, COME ON! I love the fandom. :D

Also keep in mind that I am open to ideas for Danny's reaction with the team! I already have my own plans, but torture advice will be helpful! I shall give your idea the full credit it deserves, and bashing will be decided soon! Pairings unknown!

Danny Phantom and Young Justice doesn't belong to me. Sad, though - I want another season of both.

The Beginning

Four year old boy Danny Fenton frowned at his friends, Sam Mason and Tucker Trowley.

"But momma and daddy told me not to go in the basement," Danny explained to them as they walked to the highly inconspicuous Fenton residence.

"They told you not to use the microwave either," Tucker pointed out. "Why's that?"

Danny shuddered. "Evil food," He monotoned, then jumped when Sam exclaimed, "I got it!"

Both Tucker and Danny turned to face the pink-hating girl. "Why don't we just go down into the basement and look? We're not touching any'ting, so your parents won't get mad!"

Danny and Tucker exchanged a glance. "Okay!" Danny said as he opened their house door and the three walked inside. "But we have to follow Daddy and Mommy's rules and not touch anything."

"Right!" Tucker and Sam agreed with large grins on their faces.

"What are you three talking about?"

An eight year old Jazz stood by the door, glancing at them curiously but also with a protective spark in her eyes.

"We… Um…" Tucker started, but failed in his attempt. Sam glared at the bashful boy and proclaimed loudly, "We want some cookies!"

Jazz snickered. "Sorry, the only food we have is moldy or frozen solid." Glancing behind her, she added, "Boy do I hate that microwave…"

"Evil food," Danny agreed and walked past his sister, saying with a grin, "We're goin' to my room!"

As Sam and Tucker followed, Jazz called after him, "Okay! I'm gonna be in my room!"

Inside Danny's astronaut themed room, the three four year olds pondered what they were going to do.

"Could we sneak past her?" Tucker asked. Danny shook his head. "No, Jazzy is smart."

Sam frowned. "Could we ask her?"

Danny flailed his hands wildly. "No way! She'd put us all in those creepy suits Mommy and Daddy always wear!"

The three were silent, each wondering what they were going to do, until -

"Hey, Danny? I'm going to take a shower. You three behave!"

As the eight year old padded down the hallway, the three kids grinned.

While Jazz was in the shower and completely oblivious to what the threesome were planning, Danny, Sam, and Tucker tiptoed down the stairs and as Danny turned on the lights, their eyes grew wide.

Machines, guns, half finished blueprints and various paper airplanes littered the tables. The ground was cement and freshly cleaned, but various scuff marks and green goo could be spotted. A fridge rested in the corner, and Tucker immediately headed for it, his nose attracted by the keen scent of meat.

"Don't Tucker, that's Daddy's food!" Danny called, to the boy's disappointment, and with a sigh, walked back over to Sam and Danny, casting forlorn glances at the mini fridge.

"Danny, look at this!"

At Sam's words, the two boys padded over and stared at the large, oval-shaped machine resting on the far wall.

Danny's blue eyes lit up with excitement and recognition. "This is the Portal thingy Uncle Mastahz and Mommy and Daddy was working on!" He cried. His face fell when he saw the large layer of dust on it. "But Uncle got hurt and they couldn't work on it anymore…"

Sam frowned and went closer to investigate. "Looks fine to me," She said.

Danny pulled her back from going inside. "Don't! Mommy and Daddy always told me not to touch anything in here!"

"What about this?" Tucker asked, and in his hands rested a regular baseball bat with the words "ANTI-CREEP STICK!" Emblazoned in neon on the wood.

"That's just da stalker stick," Danny replied with a shrug, and turned back to face Sam, only for his eyes to widen with horror as he saw Sam walking inside.

Using all of his four year old strength, Danny grabbed her and flung her out… But her weight was too much, and he stumbled, tripped on a cord, his hand automatically resting on a wall for support-

And then all he could feel was pain.

The Beginning

Several months had passed since the accident, when Sam and Tucker had half-carried, half-dragged Danny's body up the stairs and pounded on the shower door, where a confused Jazz had emerged, only for her eyes to widen with horror as she realized Danny. Wasn't. Breathing.

Instructing Sam to call 911, Jazz tried CPR, but when that didn't work, went frantic with worry.

Tucker was crying and hugging Danny, blubbering over his best friend's lifeless body.

Five minutes later, Maddie and Jack entered the scene, taking charge and leaving the three kids to keep watch for the coming ambulance. They performed CPR, but when no results occurred, grabbed ventilators and electric shocked him.

After three tries, Danny shot upright, his normally calm blue eyes glowing an ectoplasmic green, and he screamed. He screamed and screamed, the sound vibrating the house and causing windows to crack.

Then he passed out, two rings travelling up his body as his appearance changed. White hair, black hazmat suit and gloves. Combat boots.

Jack and Maddie knew what their son was.

After equipping them all with weird looking belts, the Fentons drilled the terrified Sam and Tucker, who quickly spilled the beans, saying that Sam wanted to go inside the portal thingy, but Danny pulled her back and fell inside, and the thing turned on.

Jack was ecstatic to find that their invention worked, but the pressing knowledge of what their son was quickly returned to them.

Slowly, they explained that Danny was dead. That he was dead, but he wanted to have some fun, so he came back as a ghost.

Sam and Tucker were terrified, and Jazz was near tears. It was her fault her brother died.

When Danny emerged from his coma several days after the accident, Jack and Maddie both agreed to tell their son the truth. The four year old was terrified at the idea of never growing up, but soon the idea of outliving his family shocked him.

His parents helped him, searching for a cure and trying to get him to master his abilities at the same time.

Danny soon overcame his fear of outliving his parents when it came obvious he was still aging and changing. Jack and Maddie had their suspicions, but the grinning face of their ghostly son when he realized he wasn't going to stay as a four year old forever got them to put their words aside.

Jazz had taken the revelation of her half-dead brother rather well, and she pursued the career of a psychologist in order to help her little brother. Tucker and Sam visited almost every day, sad when Danny wasn't allowed to come to their houses anymore but overjoyed when they were still allowed to come over.

Danny had some trouble from time to time, like sinking into the floor or turning invisible. Once he accidently set off the ghost alarm in the basement, warranting the integration of Danny's Ecto-signature into the alarm system so that he would have free reigns of the Fenton household.

Jack and Maddie were learning far more about ghosts than they believed. Their earlier claims of ghosts being mere shells of their past selves was utter bullshit. By closely monitoring their son, the two Fentons came to the conclusion that ghosts weren't evil, heartless creatures. They were simply human beings who had determined wills that got them sent into the afterlife.

After a surprising encounter with the Box Ghost, as he called himself, Danny dubbed the creature 'Boxy' and Jack and Maddie were always quite entertained by the Ghost's visits. Annoyed by the takeover of cardboard in their home, but entertained nonetheless.

After five months of learning more and more about ghosts, adjusting the portal and making sure Danny's condition was a closely kept secret, it all went to hell when the man in the white suit knocked on their front door.

The Beginning

"Jack, answer the door!" Maddie yelled from the kitchen, frantically trying to keep a floating Danny away from the freshly made brownies.

"Riiiiiight~!" Jack yelled, and barreled down the hallway, only to trip on Tucker's skateboard.

"Oooow…"

Jazz rolled her eyes and nimbly jumped over her Father's body, headed for the door and yelling over her shoulder, "You gotta move dad!"

"TUCKER! THIS SHALL BE THE LAST TIME-" Maddie started. Jazz squeezed her eye into the peephole, and her eyes went wide as she saw the man standing on their doorstep, dressed in a stark white suit and holding a briefcase. His eyes were covered with sunglasses, and his demeanor made him very… business-like.

"Mom, there's a dude in a suit by the door!" Jazz yelled behind her, then opened the door, internally praying that Danny was in his human form and not floating anywhere.

"This is the Fenton residence?" The man asked her. Jazz nodded, wondering why the man would ask with the giant sign pointing at their roof.

"Come on in," She offered, and the man did so, peering at their entry way curiously. Eyeing the man nervously, Jazz rolled her eyes at the still hunched over form of her Father, who jumped to his feet when Jazz proclaimed loudly enough to cause Danny's ghost hearing to pick up, "We have a guest!"

Hearing the hushed tones from the kitchen and faint buzzing sound, Jazz breathed a sigh of relief as she knew Danny was back in human form, probably eyeing the brownies forlornly as he had to wait for Ectoplasm to be injected into the delicate treat.

"What brings you to our humble abode?" Jack asked the man after he had nearly taken his hand off.

"I'm here on official government business," The man said, eyeing his sore hand with a cringe.

Jack nodded, waving his ape-like hands dismissively. "Right right, we've gotcha covered!"

As her father turned to lead the man down the hallway, she didn't miss the determined and suspicious gleam in her father's eyes.

Right away she headed for her room to grab the anti-creep stick. If dad was suspicious of a person, then that meant he was a bad guy.

And bad guys always got their asses kicked by the Fenton family.

"Mom, a government person is here," Jazz hissed to her mother, who nodded her head and handed Tucker an Sam each a brownie, gave Danny one and handed Jazz the ectoplasm syringe and instructed them to: "Go straight to Danny's room and stay there until our guest is gone."

Taking heed of the dark gleam in her mother's eye, Jazz ushered the three four year olds upstairs and quickly fastened the lock on Danny's door, closed the blinds and tried to keep the three little kids occupied, when she was terrified herself.

Something inside her told her that something really, really bad was going to happen.

The Beginning

"So, what brings you to our home?" Jack asked again. He and Maddie were sitting on the couch, their guest sitting across from them.

"Like I said, official government business," The man repeated. The man checked his watch, then sighed.
"My title is Agent O, and I work for an Anti-Supernatural organization that has recognized your family's expertise in ghost hunting."

Jack and Maddie exchanged a glance. This didn't sound too good.

"There have been rumors in this town that your entire family possess the knowledge to hunt ghosts, as well as the proper intellect and inventions. Is this true?"

Jack was very happy Jazz had grabbed the anti-creep stick, because he was pretty convinced that if the faithful family baseball bat was anywhere near his grasp, this 'Agent Ojo' would be sent flying out of their house.

Maddie glanced at Jack, and then turned to face the agent. "Yes, that was true once," She started, "but Jack and I have decided to retire from the business for a while and focus more on being parents for our children."

Agent O nodded, a cunning smile slipping onto his face that raised the hair on the back of Jack's neck. This man…

"Ah yes… your children. Jasmine 'Jazz' Fenton, age eight. Seems to be pursuing a promising career in psychology to help out her little brother."

Jack's face went red, and his fists were clenched into huge battering rams as he saw the agent in a new light. This man…

"And the most promising member of your household… Daniel 'Danny' Fenton. Deceased at the age of four…"

The blood drained from both Jack and Maddie's faces. This man…

"...but he came back, correct? He's a ghost now. And your family is harboring a valuable test subject for yourselves-"

"Ghosts aren't what we used to believe!" Jack thundered. "They have emotions, thoughts, hobbies and interests! While some pose a grave threat to humankind, others are so harmless it's laughable!"

Agent O eyed Jack with what seemed to be an impression. "Hm. And the file claimed your family to be highly intellectual. Oh well, I guess that promise only resides in the next generation."

The man slid the briefcase onto his lap and undid the clasps, reached his hand inside and pulled out a large, semi-automatic machine gun.

This man…

"Now, I'm going to ask nicely. Don't get me wrong, I like you people, I really do. But our organization has eyes everywhere, and what our Directors want, they receive."

He gripped the barrel tightly, his hand resting on the trigger, and pulled off his sunglasses, revealing hard and cold eyes that meant business.

"So I'm gonna ask nicely - Where is the boy?"

This man was the enemy.

The Beginning

"Jazzy-pants, something's wrong!" Danny cried, not touching his brownie. "Who's the creepy man?"

"I don't know Danny, but everything's gonna be okay," Jazz lied, trying to reassure her younger brother and the other two kids in the room, who looked worried too. "Dad is going to beat the man up, and Mom is going to nail him right in the jaw."

Danny smiled at the thought, and looked up at his sister sheepishly. "You… you really think so?"

Jazz nodded, ruffling her brother's hair. "I know so."

Tucker nodded. "Jazz is right!" He said with a wide grin. "Your mommy and daddy are suuuper strong, Danny! They could probably beat up Godzi- Godzo- Godza-"

"It's Godzilla, you Meat-head, and Tucka's right!" Sam chirped, punching Tucker in the shoulder playfully. "Your parents are really cool!"

Jazz sweatdropped at the idea of her parents being cool. Paranormal's more like it.

Danny smiled, but the gleam in his eyes faded and he looked down again. "I know… But something's wrong. I can feel it," He added, and pointed to where his ghost core resided, "right here."

Jazz felt bile rise in her throat. Did Danny have a sixth sense, like a cat? A sense that gave him a feeling when someone was about to… to die?

The orangette pushed her fear aside and gripped the baseball hat tighter. No. No; that couldn't happen.

Sam frowned and leaned against the air vent. "I can hear stuff!" She said, and pointed at it. Cautiously, Jazz walked over to the vent and leaned in.

"Time to… soon." Some one said.

"Not time yet… Agent O… signal…"

"Tired…. waiting… bored."

"Ghosts… Fentons are morons…"

"What do we… kill family?"

"Director wants…orders... take boy."

Jazz's eyes widened. The person she let inside the house wasn't alone. Leaving the vent, she raced to Danny's window and peeked through the blinds, despair clawing at her when she saw four vans parked alongside their house. Men in white suits were positioned outside, probably waiting to raid it.

They were going to take Danny and kill the rest of them.

A determined feeling came on Jazz; she wasn't going to just sit here in the bedroom and wait for them to take Danny and kill Sam, Tucker, and herself. And she wasn't going to let them kill her parents either.

Struggling to maintain control of herself, Jazz looked at Danny and asked, "Danny, do you want to go to Tucker's house?"

Her brother's eyes lit up, and he grinned. "Yeah!"

Her response was immediate. "Shhh," She hushed. "Mommy and Daddy are talking about really important stuff right now, so we have to be quiet."

Danny frowned, then nodded. Tucker and Sam looked elated at the thought of Danny being allowed to come to their houses again.

"But don't we have to ask Tucka's parents first?" Sam asked innocently.

Jazz gulped. Stupid, she hadn't thought this through all the way!

"Yes, you do, but since Tucker is with us, they won't mind," Jazz said, glancing at Tucker and praying that all her might that the Meat-obsessed kid would go along with it.

Tucker nodded, a grin on his face and exposing his missing top right tooth. "Sure! Mom and Dad won't mind!"

Jazz breathed a sigh of utter relief.

"Let's go!" Danny squealed, and made his way towards the bedroom door. Terror flooded through Jazz. What if the man downstairs had a Ghost-detecting device? A ghost-proof net? An ecto-gun?

"No!" Jazz exclaimed, and Danny turned to look at her, confused, hand resting on the doorknob. "But you said-"

"And I meant what I said," Jazz cut in. Forcing a sneaky smile onto her face, she asked, "Why don't you fly us there?"

Danny blinked. "Really?"

Jazz nodded. "Really."

"But I don't think I can carry all of you," Danny frowned, eyeing Jazz's height with disdain.

Jazz shrugged. "Why don't you get Sam and Tucker out first? I'll wait for you, and you can just turn me intangible so we can walk through the house."

Danny looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding in agreement. "Alright!"

So far so good.

"Okay then! Are you guys okay with this?" Jazz asked Tucker and Sam. To her relief, they both nodded.

"Yeah! I love flying!" Sam chirped, then looked guilty of spoiling a secret. Vaguely, Jazz remembered Mom instructing Danny not to fly with his friends until he achieved control of his powers, but the eight year old didn't care.

"I'm sorry-" Danny started, but before he could finish, Jazz hugged him tightly. She wanted to cry, wanted to grab the baseball bat and tell her parents about what the man was planning to do, and that their house was surrounded.

She wanted to get to safety first, but that wasn't an option. She had to make sure Sam and Tucker were safe, escape with Danny and pray to every single deity that existed that the white suits would leave and never come back.

"Jazzy? Are you okay?"

Jazz nodded, breaking away from her brother and ruffled his hair, earning a cute scowl. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Danny eyed her curiously for another minute, then turned to Sam and Tucker.

"Come on guys! Let's go!"

As Danny changed into his ghost form, Jazz froze, waiting for an alarm to go off, for the men to storm her house, but nothing happened. Nervously, she scrawled a quick note to the Foley's, vaguely explaining that something came up and for scientific reasons, her parents wanted the kids out of the house. It was a pretty bad excuse, considering her parents let them handle dangerous chemicals all the time, she knew the note was bullshit, and that Tucker's parents would too, but she had to get the threesome out of the house.

"Okay Danny, remember to stay intangible, and invisible too," Jazz reminded her brother, choking on her words but pushing her emotions down. This wasn't the time.

"I know, Jazzy!" Danny whined. "I'll be careful, and no one's gonna see us! I pwomise!"

Jazz chuckled at him, then brought the three of them into a tight group hug, ignoring their squirming and proclaims of "Lemme go!"

After a few moments, Danny turned himself intangible and pushed himself out of Jazz's grip.

Turning himself tangible again, Danny gave Jazz a cheeky grin and started to hover off the ground, grabbing Tucker and Sam's hands. "I'll be right back Jazzy!" He chirped, and with those words, turned the threesome intangible and flew through the bedroom wall, their feet turning invisible as they, she hoped, flew towards the Foley's.

Taking a deep, reassuring breath, Jazz ran over to the vent and listened for more words. None.

Were they getting ready to raid her house? Preparing a bomb?

Going after Danny?

Jazz felt like she was going to be sick.

Grabbing the anti-creep stick, Jazz slowly unlocked the bedroom door and crept down the hall, keeping an ear out for anything out for any clue as to what mess her parents were in.

Her eyes went wide as she saw the man open his briefcase, pulling out a large gun.

"So I'm gonna ask nicely - Where is the boy?" He demanded, aiming the gun at her parents.

Jazz was frozen in place. What should she do? Run? Charge at the guy with a baseball bat? Creep past the guy towards the basement and pray that he doesn't shoot her parents in the time she takes to equip herself with weapons?

What should she do?

To her horror, she didn't have to.

"Psst! Jazzy!"

Jazz whirled around to see a confused floating Danny, who was eyeing her suspiciously.

"What's goin' on?"

Jazz brought her finger to her lips immediately, eyes pleading for him to be silent.

"Oh. Sorry," Danny whispered. Jazz would have found his guilty expression adorable had she not been in this situation.

Danny glanced past the corner, and his eyes went wide as he saw the man wave his gun at his parents.

"I'm not gonna ask again - Where's the ghost boy?"

"We're never gonna tell!" Jack roared, and to Jazz and Danny's horror, the man aimed his gun… and pulled the trigger.

Maddie screamed as Jack fell to the couch in a bloody heap, his face set in a look of rowdy defiance.

Jazz stared at her father's body. He was dead. His laugh would never seem to shake the house, and he would never crack horrible jokes at the dinner table. He would never again give empty cardboard boxes to Box Ghost, and never check for ghosts under their beds again.

Dad was dead.

"DADDY!" Danny screamed, and ran towards Jack's body.

"No Danny! Grab your sister and run!" Maddie screamed, struggling against something. In a daze, Jazz registered that their parents were tied up with rope.

"Daddy? Daddy!" Danny wailed, hugging Jack's body close, tears streaming down his face.

The man chuckled as he surveyed the scene. "How adorable," He sneered. "A ghost imitating human emotions."

Reaching out his hand, the White Suit pulled Danny off of Jack and aimed the gun at his head. Maddie let out a blood curdling scream, and Jazz watched as her brother froze in fear, unable to move.

"Pathetic."

His finger moved, gun pointed towards Mom… and pulled the trigger.

Maddie fell.

"NOOOO!"

Jazz unfroze.

She gripped the baseball bat and charged forward.

"Show me that you're fa-"

Jazz brought the baseball bat down on the man's shoulder, tears pouring down her face. He fell and turned his head, startled, and Jazz hit him again.

BAM!

A broken nose.

BAM!

A chipped shoulder.

BAM!

Bruises.

BAM!

Pain.

"Jazzy? Jazzy, stop!"

Jazz felt someone hug her, and the little eight year old stopped, eyes cold and blank as she stepped over the man's body and looked to see Danny, who was crying, holding their parent's hands.

Jazz felt some of the warmth return to her, and she knelt down and hugged him.

"Danny…" She whispered.

Danny sobbed, clutching her tightly.

As she felt herself relax in their hug, she opened her eyes when Danny stopped crying.

"Danny…?"

Her brother broke away, blue eyes shining. "I'm gonna get you outta here, Jazzy, and den I'm gonna make sure they won't hurt us again."

Jazz's eyes widened. "Danny? Wait, no! DANNY!"

But it was too late. Daniel Fenton turned intangible, invisible, and shot through the ceiling, Jazz's hand gripped firmly in his own.

But something caught them.

"Aaaaah!" Danny screamed as he was shot in the stomach with an Ecto-gun. They fell onto their front lawn, Jazz groaning and half conscious and Danny wailing in pain.

"Dan... ny…" Jazz whispered, and reached her hand towards her brother as a man in a White Suit shot her brother in the back.

Kicked him in the shoulder.

Bound him with rope.

Jazz closed her eyes, falling into oblivion.

The Beginning

Danny opened his eyes slowly, scrunching up his nose as bright light startled him. Yawning, he tried to sit up and stretch, but found he was bound to a table. Startled, his eyes shot open and he looked around wildly, dread increasing as he realized he wasn't home.

"Ah, it's awake!"

"Contact the Directors."

"Yes sir!"

"Contact the Science Division and let them know the machine is ready."

Danny quivered in fear. Directors? Science Directors? Where was he? Where was Jazz? Where was-

He froze. Mom. Dad.

A tear fell down his face. They were dead.

JAZZ!

Danny tried to jump to his feet, but the straps held him in place. Immediately, he tried phasing out of them but his hands and feet bounced back.

Ghosts shields. Crap.

"Jazz!" Danny screamed, struggling to break free. "JAZZY!"

He had to find her, he had to see her, he had to make sure she was okay, that she wasn't dead -

"Your sister is safe, Daniel."

Danny stopped struggling and looked up. Standing in front of him was a woman, dressed in a form-fitting grey dress. Her skin shone brightly, like burgundy sand, and a crown rested on her head, accenting her raven hair.

"Are you a princess?" Danny blurted, staring at her.

The woman looked surprised, then she chuckled. "No, I am a Queen. I am called Queen Bee."

Danny frowned. "But you don't have wings…"

She laughed, but her smile didn't reach her eyes.

"I am called Queen Bee because I rule the country of Bialya."

Danny was confused. "Bia… what?"

Queen Bee merely smiled and turned her head behind her, where a man in a white lab coat was holding a clipboard and scrawling notes.

Danny was even more confused. He just went to the doctor!

"Don't use the shock therapy yet. Savage wants the subject to be cleansed first," She told the man softly. He nodded and put his clipboard onto a nearby table and headed over to Danny.

The four year old was nervous. What was going on?

"Queenie Bee?"

The woman blinked and turned to face him.

"Where's… where's Jazzy?"

She gave him a small smile. "Jasmine is quite fine," She told him reassuringly. "She is with your friends… Sam and Tucker, correct?"

Danny sighed in relief, a grin on his face. Jazz was okay!

The man from before moved closer to him and ordered, "Stay still." Danny complied, watching the man curiously as he fiddled with a machine above Danny's head.

"What's dat for?" Danny asked innocently, eyeing the matching curiously.

"It's going to make you perfect," Queen Bee answered.

Danny wrinkled his nose. "But mommy always says I'm already perfect!"

Queen Bee nodded. "Yes, she is right, but you aren't perfect to me... " She leaned in towards him and traced her finger along his cheek, finally cupping his chin in her hands.

"... but you will soon join the Light."

She moved away from him, and the scientist placed the thing around his head, secured the straps, and fiddled with a control monitor.

"W-what's going on?" Danny squeaked when the machine started to vibrate. "What's it doin' to me?!"

Queen Bee smirked. "Allowing you to join the Light," She replied, and the vibrating increased until it seemed to crack through his skull.

Danny screamed.

The Beginning

He opened his eyes slowly, then looked around. He was laying down on a small bed, with white sheets. He sat up slowly, still surveying his surroundings. The room was white, and small with no windows. A simple door stood in front of the bed, a few paces to walk.

Stiffly, he slid out of the bed and stood to his feet, nearly falling over. He frowned. Not being able to stand will be an obstacle, but he would work hard to overcome it.

Determined, he let go of the bed and stood to his feet, staying close to the cot as he took a few cautious steps forward.

He stumbled once, but quickly regained his balance and resumed his course, grinning when the stiffness in his joints receded and he was walking normally once more.

He frowned when he grew bored of walking and stretching. Was he supposed to leave? Could he leave?

Eyeing the door warily, he took a deep breath and forced himself to ignore it. No; he wouldn't leave. He never received instructions to.

Hours passed. Had it been a day? He didn't know, only that he should remain in the room until he received orders to do otherwise.

He frowned. Was he really supposed to stay inside? Or did he miss the instruction to leave?

Sighing, he glanced at the door again. Could he open it?

Cautiously, he padded forward until he was standing in front of the door. Taking a deep breath, he raised himself up to his tip-toes to peek out the door.

It was a simple hallway, and like his room, was completely white. Doors lined the walls on both sides, but no one walked by.

Satisfied, he returned to his cot and decided to stay inside. Who knew, maybe he was safer inside his room.

As he got himself situated, a flash of bronze caught his eye. Blinking, he scanned the room for the color, and it didn't register. Trying to find the color again, he stood up and tried to replicate the way he got into bed, and the flash of bronze appeared again.

Looking down, he saw the color in two simple digits on his shirt. Unable to angle his head to get a better look, he took off his shirt and shivered from the lack of warmth. Holding the shirt in front of him, he blinked when he saw two medium sized, bronze colored words on his white shirt.

Subject 43.

His eyes widened. Was this his name? 'Subject 43?'

Thinking back, he slowly realized he had no idea what the world outside looked like, other than the hallway.

Panic set in. What was his name? His age? His purpose?

Bolting upright, he flung himself off the bed and leaned down onto the linoleum floor, hoping to catch a glimpse of his appearance.

His eyes were blue, and his hair was shaggy and a dark black. His skin was pale, and there were faint bruises on his stomach and chest.

Relaxing, he flopped back onto his bed, clutching his shirt like a lifeline.

As his eyes were closing, a small squeaking sound could be heard. He opened his eyes and sat up, surprised to see a woman dressed in a lab coat inside his room, the door standing invitingly open.

"Subject 43, you are to come with me to the Scientific Department," She ordered. The boy slid out of bed and tugged his shirt back on, eyeing the woman nervously.

She gave him a small, reassuring smile and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Come with me, Subject 43."

As he followed her down the hallway, the ghost of a smile made its way onto his face.

So his name was Subject 43…

The Beginning

Added more to the indents - Chapter title wasn't there before. Disclaimer was also added. Tried to spot the typos; tell me if you guys see them, please?