A/N: So. I rewrote the prologue. Danny Phantom I do not own.

Bright eyes opened slowly for the first time. The first color for him to see? Green and black mixing into what he thought was the sky in many, many swirls. Almost to the point of hypnotizing. His first thought?

'Where am I?'

His second?

'...Who am I?'

Sitting up seemed a bit impossible with the state his body was in, so he refrained from that for now. The boy frowned. What did he remember last...? There was waking up... and then black. Nothing else. Trying to go any further just made his head hurt. (more than it already did at least.)

With a sigh, he contented himself with observing where he was. Lying on an island, the ground was just big enough to fit his entire body. (He was also wearing something black and white although he had no clue what it was. Need a mirror to see the rest.) and where the island ended simply...dropped off into nothingness. Or rather into the green and black swirly mess that was above and around him. It seemed rather homey to him if he was being honest. In the far off distance, he could see floating purple doors and clock gears in the air. There was even the occasional piece of land like his, but with different shapes and sizes. (He even thought he could see a clock tower on one of them.)

After a few minutes of resting, his second attempt to get up was with success, albeit a bit sorely. He took another glance around, familiarizing himself with what he can see. Trying to see if any of it seemed familiar. (There wasn't which meant he was either really really amnesiac or his past self-had never been here before

He didn't really want to think of the fact that there might not be a past self to him.)

Staring at the ground didn't really help him much although it was rather interesting to look at. The grass was a lot darker compared to-(What? CoMpared to what?) And the little patches of dirt here and there showed it was a slightly greyish purple color. (Weird. He had never seen something like that.)

(Technically he never saw much of anything, really.)

A thought, unbidden, unexpected and not really his own.

'This is my home.'

How can a piece of rock be a home?

'Just wait.'

A sign of insanity, surely.

And then the ground wobbled and morphed beneath him. He watched in silent fascination as the ground slowly changed itself. As grass sank in the dirt and dirt became wood (-I don't really think it's supposed to do that-!?)

and then.

There was.

A door.

'Home.'

It was different from the others, is that it was a nice silvery black and white. He never noticed he was slowly falling off the transformed door until he was floating in front of it. It took a few embarrassing minutes of flailing around to realize that he wasn't falling. (Just like the door. Cool.)

He stared at it in quiet awe.

That is until the door spat something in his face with a resounding smack.

"GAH!"

The action sent him spinning backward, away from the door and into the space that is where ever he was.

When he recovered, the amnesiac boy fumbled for the thing that had hit his face so hard.

It was cold, it was metal, it was a key. It looked like those old-fashioned keys meant for mansions with a nice "D" insignia shaped out of the end of the handle. And without a doubt, it was the key to the rather noticeable keyhole in the mystery door.

He looked up at the door only to realize...

How was he going to get back?

'You Fly.'

"I, what!?"

With some difficulty, he managed to ah, swim back. No matter what the voice said, he was pretty sure that he couldn't fly.

'Not yet, at least.'

Fumbling a bit with the key and almost dropping it once, he finally managed to get it in the door and turned it. A loud click echoed in the silence. Despite how weird everything was he felt oddly calm about everything.

And he pushed the door open.

The inside was rather… anticlimactic.

It was a normal room. Something you would see in a college room actually. (How do I know that?) Just a single bed, enough to fit two people in it. The four walls were all a nice blue color and the floor had a nice green circle rug under the bed. There weren't any chairs around but he did notice a closet door on the far wall next to the bed. And- there! A mirror!

He quickly stumbled over to it, not quite used to the sudden gravity change that happened the moment he stepped inside. Then suddenly, he could finally see what he looked like.

Bright, toxic green eyes stared into his and bright white hair (impossible to call it old man hair.) floated to a nonexistent wind. He was wearing a one piece, slightly baggy, black suit ('hazmat') that had a white collar and boots and gloves. It looked really... 'Black and white' if he was honest. Plus the added "D" symbol on the chest made him look like some kind of cheesy hero. (Not that he minded much. It just seemed right.)

'Danny Phantom.'

What?

'Danny Phantom.'

Me?

'Us.'

Oh.

That was his name huh?

'Danny.' Not a bad name really. He rubbed his eyes. Was it him or was the mirror blurry?

And the world tilted sideways.

'You're tired. Sleep.'

From his position on the floor, he agreed. Slowly, Danny stood up, making his way to the bed. (A dark purple blanket, nice.) with a flop, he landed on the (really soft.) bed and well, suffice to say the poor boy was out like a light. This is going to happen quite frequently. Hm.

So deep into sleep was he, that he never did notice the bright rings passing over his body.

She couldn't believe it.

This wasn't happening.

It couldn't.

No no no no no nonononoNO!

"NOOooOOOOOOO!"

Her anguished cry echoed throughout the lab.

She should have stopped him, should have never mentioned it, why-wHyWHy WHY!? And she jumped at the portal. The angry swirling portal that looked ever so menacing that dared to takeDanny'slife- and she was wrenched back by a pair of hands and a voice yelling into her ear.

"Stop!"

She wrenched free, only to get caught again and held back from the portal.

"Stop! Please." The words, so heartbroken made her pause. And she looked back to her other friend. Anguished tear-filled eyes stared back.

"Please." He whispered. She couldn't handle it. With a choked sob she sank to the ground, Tucker falling with her.

Footsteps thundered and the basement door slammed open. Danny's parents ran into the basement lab.

"What happened!?" Maddie yelled, a gun (A real one, no one messes with her babies-) in hand. "I heard screaming and-"

She stopped the moment her eyes landed on the portal.

"...oh my." she gasped. Her hands lowered in favor of staring.

"IS IT A GHOST!?" Jack followed her soon after with high tech guns whirring to life and glowing slightly green. He too dropped it in favor at gaping at the portal.

"It worked..." Maddie whispered, completely forgetting the two teens in favor of staring at what should have been a favor.

A smile grew on her face and she holstered the gun."IT WORKED!"

She jumped in her husband's arms squealing in delight. "IT WORKED JACK!"

"This calls for fudge!" Jack boomed out, smiling like an idiot. They danced around and kissed each other, so happy were only noticing the two teens after a good five minutes. They were still staring at the portal. Her smile faded when they saw the girl crying.

"Sam?" Maddie said. "Tucker? What are you two doing down here?" She looked around. "and where's Danny?"

Sam continued to cry. Tucker, trying to comfort her, (They're crying. Why?) turned to look at them both. Tears began to trail down his face as he slowly lifted his arm, pointing at the portal itself. Their gazes followed it, landing on the portal. And then it clicked.

"Huh?...it-it can't be..." Tears formed in the mother's eyes. "He-he couldn't have..."

Tucker shook his head.

She dropped to the steel floor, staring blankly at the green swirling portal, a hand to her mouth as she silently, began to cry. A warm hand accompanied her as the couple hugged for a reason far different then their previous.

(Not her baby boy.)

(No.)

(No...)

The portal continued to glow, casting shadows throughout the lab.

And then everything stopped.