A/N: This is one of the first few unfinished works I have. This was based off a dream I had, I can't remember it now, but I got the main bases of what it was written in here, basically the idea that someone got caught in the crossfire of a fight by accident, and things went downhill. Enjoy :D

Danny flew in to his bedroom window at the FentonWorks, transforming back to a human at the same time as throwing himself onto his bed, and broke down crying, clutching his pillow tightly to him burying his face in it. It wasn't very often the young hero found himself crying after a long day of fighting ghosts, mostly always too exhausted to even do so or care to do so, but today was different.

Today he stared death right in the face.

And he was to blame.

Danny gasped as his ghost sense went off as he and his two friends were walking to the Nasty Burger to get some lunch together. He looked to his two friends apologetically that he had to miss another date with them.

"Go ahead Danny," Sam said, tossing her friend the Fenton thermos, who caught it expertly. "We'll go without you, it's fine."

"Can't promise we'll save you anything!" Tucker yelled as Danny took off to transform into his ghostly half behind a nearby dumpster, flying out as soon as the transformation was done.

Danny laughed as he floated in the air a few feet above the two. "I wasn't counting on it." Knowing Tucker, he'd eat everything that was put in front of him, besides vegetables. "See you guys soon." He waved them goodbye as he flew off towards the sounds of the screams, indicating that the ghost was near.

As Danny flew towards the scene, he wasn't as surprised at who he saw than he should've been. Of course Skulker would come and terrorize the citizens again while looking for him. It's been a regular for him, at least once a week that ghost hunter would appear.

"Skulker! What are you doing?" Danny asked, his voice strong and confident, coming out with a slight echo, as he flew up to face the terrorizing ghost.

"Why looking for you, of course!" Skulker proudly claimed, a feral grin spreading across his face, his destruction below forgotten. "So I can turn you into my pelt and put you on display!"

"Uh," Danny laughed at the constant threat that Skulker always told him. "Ew, no thank you." He responded, his hands glowed a bright green color then, and shot towards Skulker. The blast hit the other, making him fly back temporarily before regaining his flight, righting himself again.

"Oh my god." Danny said quietly to himself, as he watched Skulker's largely tipped arrows fly past him, and pierce into an unsuspecting victim down on the ground. His eyes widened as the girl screamed from the pain, and turned towards Skulker, anger burning through him. His aura brightened, and his eyes glowed an even brighter shade of toxic green, they were almost white, temporarily frightening Skulker at the change in the ghost child. "How DARE you!" Danny shouted at him, taking a deep breath, and unleashing a ghostly howl upon his enemy.

It was one thing for Skulker to hurt him, or his friends, but it was a whole completely different thing when somebody innocent was hurt from one of their fights, albeit standing there and watching it, or not knowing it was going on.

After Skulker fell to the ground after being knocked out from Danny's ghostly wail, Danny tried to keep his energy up as much as he could to prevent changing back to Fenton. He grabbed the thermos, uncapping it, and flipping a switch, sucking Skulker without fight into it, capping it afterwards. After putting it away, promising to curse Skulker as he released him back in the ghost zone later, he ran to the girl who was caught in their fight.

"Oh my god..." He repeated again, just as softly, as he saw the blood pouring from the girls wounds. He had no idea how to react, mostly panicking. "I'm so, so sorry." He said to the girl who wasn't even conscious anymore. He picked her up gently, sweeping his hands over her, looking for a pulse. Something to tell him that she was okay. "Please..." He whispered to himself.

His pleas got him nowhere however, as he realized she wasn't even breathing at that point. He sat there, still as ever, holding on to the girl tightly, leaning over her. He never dealt with death before, it was never a part of his life, and now, it was right in front of him.

He grabbed the arrows the pierced her, and turned them intangible, ripping them out of her angrily. Why did this have to happen? Why did it have to be a little girl? Why was it happening to someone else and not him? He should've been the one lying there, dead. "Why!?" He shouted up to the sky, eyes widening as he saw the news broadcast team coming to the scene in helicopters. Oh no... He thought to himself. He looked around quickly, seeing police cars and ambulances coming to the scene aswell, quickly surrounding him and the dead girl.

"Inviso-Bill!" Danny grimaced at the nickname, even though he's told them many times over that his name was Danny Phantom, yet they continued calling him that atrocious name. "You're under arrest!" Came the demand from the loudspeaker of the police car. Under arrest? What? Police came running at him, guns raised, ready to shoot him down.

"Under arrest? What did I do!?" Danny asked, letting go of the girl, and therefore the arrows that pierced her, standing up. Then it clicked. The arrows, they though he murdered her, and was just there to get the arrows back. "Wait! This is all a misunderstanding!" Danny cried out, holding his hands in front of him. "I didn't kill her!"

"Shoot him down!" Danny wasn't surprised when that order came, and went invisible, immediately flying away from the scene.

Things weren't suppose to go down that way, he mused to himself, while he laid there crying. He had no doubt that it was already all over the news that he killed that little girl, even though he was innocent. Now there was a bounty over his head. He was a wanted ghost, not only in the ghost zone, but now in his human world too.

He would never be able to go out as Danny Phantom ever again. But it wasn't like he could just stop his ghost fighting career. Being Danny Phantom was a part of him, it was him, not something he could just walk away from and forget. Ghosts would still come out of the Ghost zone and attack his world for all their crazed up reasons.

"Mom, dad?" Danny walked slowly down the stairs, finally getting up the courage to come talk to them. Either they were going to him and and force him out of the house and make him a runaway, or they will accept him and help him out of this mess. "I need to talk to you..."

He found his parents sitting at the kitchen table, fumbling with some new ghost gadget they've been working on since the incident. One to destroy him, he thought darkly.

"Danny-boy! Just in time, were just finishing up this Fenton, er, the Fenton...hm." His dad thought to himself quietly, "we haven't thought of a name for this yet."

Danny laughed nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "That's...nice, dad. But I didn't come to talk about that..." He said hesitantly, gently taking a seat at the table.

"What's wrong, honey?" His mom asked gently, leaning in across the table towards him.

"Well..." He started slowly, carefully picking his words. "You two know Danny Phantom?" He mentally slapped himself. Of course they do, what a stupid way to start the conversation.

"Of course we do! Once we get out hands on that ghost kid, he's as good as dead! For good!" His dad shouted excitedly, grabbing the weapon and waving it around like it was a new christmas toy. "This baby here will rip him right apart and out of existence!"

"Dad, dad! Stop! I get it!" Danny exclaimed, raising his hands in front of him, not wanting to hear another word of what he was going to do to said ghost kid; to him. "Look, Phantom... He's innocent, he doesn't deserve what's going on right now... He never killed that girl!"

"Danny!" His mother gasped, now pointing an accusing finger at her son. "How could you think that is true? Have you been talking to the Ghost Boy!?"

"No!" He said immediately, quickly closing his eyes and taking a deep breath as he felt his anger rise. "Just..." He opened his eyes, and looked at both of his parents, staring disappointingly at him. "Just listen to me, please..." This was not going to end well, he knew it. He took a deep breath before continuing, not letting either of his parents interrupt him. It was now or never, he supposed. "I never talked to Phantom, because well..." His voice cracked, he couldn't do it. He needed his parents on his side, he needed their love and their support. He needed their help, and they were the only ones who could. He looked away. "Could you put the weapon away, please...? Out of reach?"

His parents looked at each other in a fit of confusion. "If it'll make you more comfortable, sure, dear." His mom said, her previous anger at her son gone as she saw the state of him in. He looked like he was about to cry, and she had no idea why. She took the weapon from Jack's hands, bringing it down into their basement lab, leaving it there for further experiments with it.

Danny watched as his mom came back and gave her a small appreciative smile. "Thank you.." He said softly.

Maddie nodded as she sat down at the table again. "Now, Danny, what in the world is going on that makes you believe that ghost is innocent?" If anyone should know that ghosts are nothing but lying pieces of sh- pieces of poop, it should be her son.

"Mom, dad..." He started slowly again, looking down at the table, finding the small scratches on it really interesting in that moment. "I've been keeping a secret from you. And not one that you would like."

"But Danny!" His mom started, before he cut her off.

"Before you say anything, I need you to promise me something..." He said the last part so quietly, his parents barely heard him. "I need you to promise..." His voice cracked again, as emotions welled up in him, and he cleared his throat before he continued. "I need you to promise that you'll accept me.. That you'll love me, even though I'm different. I need you to promise to believe me..." He finally got out, looking back up at his parents gaze. He couldn't tell what they were thinking, and he was scared to know. Especially after he tells them.

"Of course sweetie. I'm always here for you." His mother said softly, reaching out to gently touch her son's arm, rubbing it slowly.

"Danny-boy, you can tell us anything!" His father boomed proudly, smiling large at his son.

Danny shook his head, and pulled his arm away from his mom, rubbing where his mom had previously, taking some comfort in his own action. "No, I need you guys to promise... Please." He begged them.

His mother nodded slowly, promises were taken seriously in the Fenton household, and it made her worried how much her son had begged them to promise them. "I promise, sweetie."

Jack nodded afterwards. "We promise, we'll be proud of ya no matter what, kiddo!" Danny imagined that if he wasn't across the table from his father, he would've ruffled his hair around at that moment.

Danny smiled gently, his fathers happiness affecting him. He was glad he was able to make the air around them a little more comfortable. But would it still be after he told them? He didn't know. "Okay." He nodded, taking another deep breath and looked seriously into both of their eyes. "I know this stuff because..I am Danny Phantom."