Messed with this chapter a bit. If you already read it from before, you don't really have to, I just added more details.

I added author's notes but somehow they erased themselves... Anyway, this is a crossover between Danny Phantom and FullMetal Alchemist.

I do not own FMA or DP ):

Chapter 1: Lightning Strikes

It was a horrible night in Central. The winds were harsh and the rain cold. The rain pattered endlessly on the lone black umbrella making its way down the street. Lieutenant Colonel Maes Hughes had just finished an investigation and was heading home in the pouring rain.

"Good thing Gracia insisted I take an umbrella, or else my pictures of Elicia would get wet." At that instant thunder roared above the clouds. Hughes stopped and peeked from under the umbrella at the sky. "My baby girl must be so scared. I'd better pick up the pace."

Before Hughes could round the corner, lightning struck down in a giant flash. Had he been any faster, the bolt would have burnt him to a crisp. The force blew the black umbrella out of Hughes' hands and sent him backwards into a puddle. After recovering, Hughes rushed around the corner to check if anyone was hit by the blast. In the middle of the road, a boy with stark white hair and strange clothes was lying face first on the ground. He was wearing a black shirt with white trims, tan pants, and white shoes with black tips and soles. Hughes rushed to the boy's aid, however, the moment he touched him, he was rewarded with an electric shock.

'Don't tell me he was hit by that lightning strike!' Hughes thought. The boy was breathing heavily and shivering violently. Hughes hoisted the boy onto his back and started rushing down the street. It was pouring by now. Hughes stopped a moment at a fork in the road.

The hospital was a couple blocks farther if he went right, but his house was much closer if he chose to go left. Another bolt of lightning in the sky chose the decision for him. The boy wouldn't last much longer in the cold. Hughes quickly turned left towards his house.

Hughes burst through the door of his house, soaked and panting. Gracia came out of the kitchen to scold her husband.

"Maes! I told you not to track water through the front do—" Gracia gasped noticing the child on her husband's back. "Oh my goodness! Is he alright?"

"I don't know. I just found him on the street like this. I was worried he might have hypothermia so I wanted to get him out of the rain as quickly as possible."

"Hold on, let me go get some towels!" She went and quickly came back with three towels. She grabbed the boy and wrapped him in the largest towel and took him to the couch. She threw the other two at her husband. "Get out of that uniform and change into some dry clothes. I don't need two sick people in this house."

"…Uh, yea sure thing. I'll see if I can find any of my old clothes that might fit him." He dropped one of the towels on the front entry way's puddle to appease his wife away from later scolding and ran to the bathroom for dry clothes.

Gracia, meanwhile, started to dry the boy with the towel as best as she could. She took off his clothes one at a time so he wouldn't freeze in them. She heard her husband come back.

"Did you find any clothes for him?"

"I did, but they might be too big," he said as he handed her a maroon sweater and black sweatpants. "But I figured so long as they're warm, they'll do." She dressed the boy in the dry clothes and laid him down on the couch, but he continued to shiver.

"He's as cold as ice. Maes, could you bring a blanket or two for him?"

"Already on it," Hughes said, halfway up the stairs.

Gracia watched him climb the stairs and then switched her attention to the boy in front of her. She was very concerned for his well being. Here was a boy who had been out late at night in heavy rain for who knows how long. She started to stroke the hair away from his face. This action calmed him down. She heard him mumble "Mom" a few times before he went back to his shivering. Her face grew serious.

'Where are his parents? How could he have stayed out so long to be in this condition? I've never seen him around town. Did he run away from home?'

She was thrust out of her thoughts as her husband threw the blankets on the child and tucked them in to keep him warm.

"You're such a good man."

"Me? I bring home a sick kid after a late night shift with no warning and you say I'm a 'good man?'" he asked playfully.

"You, know what I mean. No one else would pick a stranger off the road and take him home. That's what makes you such a saint."

"You're the saint, Gracia."

She gave her husband a warm smile and turned back to the boy, her voice serious. "His hair…"

"Pure white, I know. Only people I know with white hair are old men and Ishvalans. He might be a survivor from the war. But I can't be sure while his eyes are still closed."

"And if he is an Ishvalan?" Gracia knew her husband was in the Ishval Civil War. She knew he was ordered to eradicate Ishvalans. What she wasn't sure of was if her husband was still ordered to or not. She looked at her husband for his answer.

"That doesn't matter right now. He's sick and we have to take care of him. That's all that counts." He said this with confidence yet he refused to look Gracia in the eye. She was about to push him further when she was interrupted a by a small voice.

"Mommy, whas goin on?"

Elicia had woken from the fuss and was looking at her parents sleepily from between the stairs. Thunder struck outside and the two year old screamed and clutched the railing.

Gracia started to get up but was pulled back by an icy grip. She looked down at the boy clutching her hand weakly. "Don't go…" It was the only thing he managed to say before passing out, still holding her hand. Gracia looked pleadingly at her husband.

He understood. He got up and picked up his little girl. She had already started crying. "Hey, hey! What's with the tears?" Hughes asked his daughter.

"There're big booms outside! It's scary!" She clutched her dad harder after another boom.

"That's only thunder. It's the lightning you have to worry about." Hughes shifted his glance back at the boy with white hair. "But you don't have to worry about that! Lightning doesn't hurt little girls!" After hearing that, Elicia gave her dad a big smile. "Great! Now how about we get you back in bed?"

"Can you sleep with me for a little bit, Daddy?"

"Of course, sweety-pie!" The caring father carried her up the stairs but not without giving his wife an apologetic smile.

Gracia nodded in understanding. She pet the boy to calm his violent shivers through the night, until she too, fell asleep to the patter of the rain on the windows.