Jake was startled awake. He was dizzy, nauseous and he felt like the ground was moving. The ground made a turn and that's when he realized he was actually in a vehicle. The young dragon tried to move, but his muscles didn't respond. His eyes opened slowly and the first thing to come into view was his red snout. OK, no need to be worried, he could be in grandpa's van. He watched further away from his nose and chains came into view. Bad sign. Behind those, he managed to see blades. Now he was a little worried. But what really caught his attention were the huntsclan staffs against the wall. OK, time to panic.

-Look, 89! The dragon woke up!

-Dammit, 88. I thought you had sedated him!

-I did! Enough to put down an elephant.

-That's a dragon, you dimwit! It's not nearly enough!

88 and 89? Well, that explained some stuff. Good thing it was them. Jake would probably be able to escape them without them really noticing. But you see, the am drag was so drowsy, he forgot he couldn't really move, so when he tried, all he accomplished was to wobble and crash against the chains. He felt a dart on his side and fell back to the floor.

-At this rate, we'll run out of sedatives. How are we going to get to the west coast?

-Well, it's not ideal, but we may have to slay him before that.

Now that was something he didn't wanna hear. And what did they mean west coast? Where were they? The American Dragon felt the sedatives' effect and his last thought was a plight of help.

Danny paced around his room, while he should have been on his way to school. He glanced back towards his occupied bed, the red creature in it snoring a little. You may wonder, how did the red… dragon end up in his bed? Well, the young halfa had just rescued it from a van with hunting equipment. How? He had been on his way to Tucker's when this suspicious vehicle passing by him made a crashing sound, followed by a silenced shot. Normal humans wouldn't have heard said sound, but luckily for the dragon in his bed, Danny was not a normal human. He phased into the van and watched in awe the red creature that lay on the floor, just as the two hunters on the front discussed slaying it before getting to their destination. It may have been Sam's influence on him, but the ghostly superhero was suddenly inclined to release the being. Of course, this feeling only grew when he heard the creature's mental plea. How he had heard it, Danny didn't know. He had immediately made the creature invisible, intangible and had carried it out of the moving vehicle, shortly debating where he should take it. In the end, he had decided that his house was the safest option for now, as long as he skipped school and made the creature invisible every time his parents rushed into his room screaming 'Ghost'.

And now here he was. He had texted Jazz and Sam, letting them know a non life threatening emergency had claimed his presence and waited. He wasn't even sure if the creature was intelligent. In fact, now that he thought about it, he might just have released a wild man eating beast in his own household. The thought stressed him so much he almost didn't hear someone picking his lock. He dashed towards the magical creature and became invisible, just as his mother entered his room. What was she doing here? Danny held his breath as Maddie came way too close to the bed and the dragon's tail, except the beast silently swept it away. Then, the boy realized his mother was looking for something. But what?

-Now, where is your diary, Danny?

The ghostly teen's eyes widened. She had invaded his privacy to invade his privacy even further?! Oh hell no! His leg elongated enough to reach said notebook and discreetly making it invisible as well. Meanwhile, he took out his phone and texted his sister without even looking at the invisible screen. 'mom's in my room. get rid of her, please.' Not even 5 minutes after he had sent it, his mother's cell phone rang. She picked it up and glanced at the screen, answering right away.

-Jazz? What's wrong?

-ASK HER IF IT'S A GHOST-Sounded his dad's booming voice from downstairs, making the boy cringe.

-Come on, Jack! As if a ghost would actually… wait, really?! Stay right there, Jazzypants! Don't let the ghost boy escape!

And just like that, his mom was gone. Danny sighed in relief stiffening slightly when he heard his mother shout something about getting him a new mattress later. Crud! Had he forgotten to turn the dragon weightless? Well, at least she had thought it was just the mattress. He heard their front door being closed with a slam and he relaxed.

-That was close…

-No kidding, yo! She almost tripped on my tail.

The halfa almost died the rest of the way from surprise, jumping away from the unexpected voice. But the only other being in the room was the red dragon in his bed. Had it just… talked?

The creature seemed to be inspecting him too, skeptically.

-You're not a huntsman. Who are ya?

-Um… the name's Danny Phantom. Who are you?-The dragon's yellow eyes widened.

-You know nothin 'bout the Am Drag, yo?

-The am what now?

-The american.. nevermind. More importantly, what are ya and where am I? I mean, ya kinda give me the feeling that you're a ghost, but ya ain't tryna take over someone with a body. … unless ya already have.-Said the dragon narrowing his eyes.

-Wh/What?! NO! This is my own body, thank you very much. And what's up with the way you speak?

-YO, if ya got a prob with it we can take it outside!

-Wait: what kind of dragon speaks slang?

Jake growled in the back of his throat. This spook was getting on his nerves. He looked around the room, still drowsy from whatever those two idiots had injected him with. The dragon raised an eyebrow at the NASA decorations. Was that a model from the first spaceship to reach the moon?

-Yeah, it is. The amazing Apollo 11. Took me about half a year to complete it.

-Wait, what?

-You asked about my model, I answered.

-I don't… remember asking aloud.

-I'm pretty sure you did. I mean, the only moment we had some sort of telepathic communication was when you were in that shady van begging for help.

-Hey! The am-drag doesn't BEG!

-Right… somebody, please, help me! anyone! Sounds like begging to me.- Said Danny with a smirk, earning another growl and a glare from the dragon. It seems the 'Am-Drag' didn't like ghosts too much.

-Whatever, man. Just tell me where in flames I am so I can fly back home.

Danny's smirk vanished. Oh dear. He hadn't noticed? He hated breaking bad news! He decided to give the dragon a mirror instead. Jake raised an eyebrow at the object and glanced back at the specter, who had a really uncomfortable look on his face. And then it hit him. His wings felt weird. Oh no… His fear was confirmed at first glance. He was not flying anytime soon, with his wing membranes slashed as they were…

-Aw, maaaan.

-Can I do anything?

-Yeah, I could use a phone.

The ghost stared at the dragon. A phone. Danny had never seen a live dragon before and this dude just asked for a phone? Who was he gonna call, anyway? The creature seemed to realize what he was thinking and rolled his eyes.

-Ya really think I'm the only dragon in the world?

-Well…

-How long ago did ya die, anyway? Not knowing 'bout the magical world, haunting your former room, …

-Hey! Whoever said I was haunting anything?! Also...what do you mean, magical world?

Jake sighed and let his head hang. He took a deep breath and started explaining everything about the magical community around the world. The dragon's duty, the different kind of beings there were, the normal characteristics of each one and so on. By the time he had finished, several hours had passed and the ghostly boy in front of him couldn't stop gaping.

-Everyone gets freaky 'bout ghosts, tho.

-Well, then no wonder I haven't seen any of this creatures. Amity Park has been the most haunted city in America for a year now.

-WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! I'M WHERE?! Isn't Amity in Wyoming?!

-Uhh, yeah. Why, where you from?- Jake's mouth wouldn't close.

-... nyc…

Danny flinched. That was a long way to go with slashed wings. The front door opened, making the halfa jump. He ran to his door and as two rings of light transformed him into human he called back to the dragon, telling him to hide in his closet and be inconspicuous, before slamming his door shut. Jumping down two steps at a time, he reached the front door just in time to see his sister closing it. She yelped at his sight.

-Danny? Where were you today? First you say you got held up by something and then you tell me to get mom out of your room! Please, tell me you weren't masturbating all day. Cause if you were, I'm gonna be so pissed at you!

-Wha… I wasn't masturbating! Something really came up!

-Which would also be true in case of masturbation.

-Jazz, for the last time: I WASN'T PLAYING WITH MYSELF!

-True. He only rescued me.

The ghostly hero jumped for the fourth time that day. He turned in midair, seeing a boy his age at the base of the stairs. The boy had black hair with green highlights, almond eyes, he was kinda on the short side and he was wearing blue cargo pants along with a red jacket. The weirdest thing, though, was that this kid had the dragon's voice.

Jake inspected the Fenton siblings. He had deduced their surname based on everything in the house labeled 'Fenton something' And had also figured out this kid's parents were hunters of some sort, if the heavy amount of advanced weaponry laying around the house was anything to go by. The guy's sister looked pretty normal, though. He walked up to her and offered his hand.

-My name's Jake Long. Nice to meet ya.

-Jasmine Fenton. Likewise. What do you mean my brother rescued you?

-I was being kidnapped. Y'see, my dad makes a considerable amount of money, plus my mom owns a very successful catering business. Guess the creeps wanted to make easy money.

-Huh. And why did my brother not take you to the cops yet? From what he texted me, you were rescued at seven am.

Jake was at a loss for words. He had no problem revealing himself to a magical creature, but this was a human chick as far as he knew. And Danny had transformed into a human, so it was safe to assume that his magic was a secret.

-Because he found out, Jazz.-Was the ghost's helpful response.

Jake stared. What had he found out? The sudden shriek that came out of the guy's sister hurt his sensitive dragon ears. She then proceeded to grab the young New Yorker by the neck of his jacket and glare down in a menacing manner.

-Are you blackmailing him?!

-Wha? No! What's there to blackmail him with?

-The fact that he's half ghost, for example.

His almond eyes widened. What was even a half ghost? For the life of him, he was certain neither G nor Foo had ever mentioned such a thing. He glanced at the apparently only HALF magical creature, who just nodded once and the dragon understood. This guy was going to keep his scaly secret, but he had to keep up the act.

-Yo, I don't care nothin bout that. The guy saved my ass! I just wanna go home. Can I use your phone?... Please?

The ginger narrowed her eyes, inspecting him, until she decided he was telling the truth. She let go of his jacket and guided him to the nearest phone in the house. Jake sighed nervously. After all, he didn't know how long he had been missing. He picked up the piece of technology and dialed his own number. After a few tones, his mom picked up.

-Hey mom! Sup!

-JAKE! OMG, ARE YOU OK? WHERE ARE YOU? WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL! WE WERE WORRIED SICK! -the young dragon cringed as he heard the Fentons giggle behind him.

-It's OK, mom. I'm fine now. I'm in Amity Park, Wyoming. As for why I haven't called… I'll have to tell ya later. Can gramps come pick me up? I can't really wing it.

He heard her gasp. Thank god she had understood the double meaning in his sentence. She asked again where he was and after assuring he had his cellphone on him, they said their goodbyes and the am drag was embarrassed again when she said she loved him. He hung up after a quick answer and tried to keep his blush down as he turned to look at the smirking half ghost.

-Love you too? Someone's a mama's boy.

-Like you're one to talk, Mr. I go on secret camping trips with mom. -retaliated his sister. Well, if Jake hadn't liked the guy's sister before, he did now.

The other boy blushed a weird shade of violet and dismissed the conversation, in favor of coming up with a believable story for Jake being there. Said boy was glad Jazz wanted as little attention as them.