Yeah, so I've been reading a lot of Danny Phantom and Avatar crossovers…and I know the idea of Danny being in Aang's world has been used a LOT, but I couldn't help making my own.

So…uh…yeah. Hehe. Sorry about the other two stories…Okay, I know you're mad, but are bombs really necessary?

This is set before season 3 (of course) of DP and during early season 3 of Avatar.

-ZG

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You know a year of fighting ghosts 24/7 can really get to a guy.

I mean, think about it: that's a year of lying, getting two hours of sleep each night, and getting beat up because almost every spectral being in the city hates your guts.

I change back as I get near my door, my whole self stinging. Looks like Skulker got a new batch of knives. Merry Christmas, my butt.

I open the door, checking the time on my watch. Three in the morning. Great.

I would usually just fly up there, but I'm too tired to even go intangible. I trudge over to the kitchen, getting a snack. What? Fighting megalomaniacs and obsessed bounty hunters burns calories.

I grab some of tonight's leftovers and turn on the microwave, sitting down. Maybe I can get a minute of sleep before I eat…

"Danny?"

Nope.

Of course not.

I look up. "Oh," I say. "Hey, Mom."

She's dressed in a flannel version of her jumpsuit, hoodie included. "What are you doing up so late?"

"Can't sleep," I lie. "Too hungry."

She looks at the microwave that is currently cooking up some pasta. "That's the fifth time this month? Are you sure the insomnia pills are working?"

"Oh yeah," I say. With that, I have the memory of throwing them in the dumpster. "They're doing fine. I just-" I yawn. "I just need to eat something. Then I'll go to bed."

"You better," she says. "You have that exam in the morning, remember?"

The exam.

The one I never studied for.

Because of the ghosts.

Fate, you can stop laying cruel tricks on me. I get it, its fun. But it you really just need to find a different hobby that isn't torturing me.

"I will, Mom," I tell her. I yawn again. "Don't worry about me."

She looks at me warily before going back to her room.

Great. Now I'll have to cram for an hour before I can fall asleep. Maybe I can get in just a minute…

The microwave beeps and my stomach growls.

I slowly get to the microwave and pull out the tub of spaghetti. I hold it for a second before I realize how hot it is and drop the tub, leaving spilt sauce everywhere.

"Damn it," I mutter. So much for food.

I clean it up and dump it all the trash can, going upstairs to set out everything I need to study.

I would say that I studied, but that'd be a lie. In all honesty I kind of just stared at everything for ten minutes, zoning out.

I snap out of it, finally, and decide to screw it. I shove everything off of my bed, wincing as I hit some of my recent scrapes.

Not even bothering to change into sleepwear, I get underneath my comforter and start to drift off.

In the middle of being the star football player you just beat Dash into a pulp, I'm shocked awake by a cold chill in my throat.

"Oh great," I mutter, using whatever energy I have left to leap out of bed, looking around. Nothing's there. I yawn. "I just wish I could go someplace so that I could sleep for a little bit," I whine to myself.

But I instantly regret saying it.

"Wait, no I don't! I didn't wish for anything!" I say to my room. But it's too late.

"So you have wished it, and so it shall be."

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Clockwork smiles.

He knows young Danny would be say that, so he felt the need to guide a bored Desiree over to him. She knows about alternate universes as much as he does, fortunately. Well, for him it is fortunate. For others? Not so much.

"Do you think this is a very good idea?" an Observer asks.

Clockwork smiles. "The boy's current…condition of being half human and his knowledge of the Ghost Zone will prove useful for the universe that needs him."

"But how will his universe deal without him?" another Observer inquires.

Clockwork rolls his eyes. "Do you guys ever stop to think that I am the Master of Time? Only a day or so may pass where he used to be, at the most."

The first Observer shakes it's…eyeball. "There are a lot of possibilities in doing this, Clockwork. And many of them are failure."

"I trust the boy. He was able to shape his own destiny. I can't see how he would have trouble helping another's."

"You have no idea of how he could muddle the time stream!" the second Observer tells him. "If you left him where he was, he could solve it when the problem reached him!"

"By then it would be too late," Clockwork explains. "Don't get your robes in a bunch." He looks onto the screen. "Everything is as it should be."

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Nice going, Fenton. You just had to wish. You never wish ever since Desiree showed up. You're losing your game. You've lost your touch.

You're…in a forest.

Huh?

It's black as night, and through my night vision I can see trees, but no animals. I'm on a branch, sitting in a reclined position. I'm still in human form.

There's no one in sight. Not even Desiree. Nobody's here.

Where am I? I go over what I last said.

I wished to go someplace that I could sleep.

I reevaluate the situation again. There are no monsters. No hunters. No mysterious strangers. I'm completely alone in this strange little forest.

I yawn again.

"Well," I say, closing my eyes. "Maybe I can figure out where I am in the morning."

And I drift peacefully off into sleep.

…

I wake up, fully rested. Man, I haven't gotten that many hours of sleep in a long time. I look up and notice the sun is at its peak. It must be noon.

"The exam!" I realize, falling off of the tree branch in surprise. I brace myself for the impact, going intangible and sinking two feet beneath the ground. I emerge in a cliché zombie-like fashion, yawning and stretching.

I look around again. This is nothing like Amity Park. For one, there's not city. Just trees and sounds of birds chirping. And everything looks a little off. Like everything was made in a different style or something.

"Where am I?" I ask to nobody. "Desiree? Are you there? Where'd you put me?"

No answer.

"Sam? Tucker?" Nothing. "Mom? Dad?" Still nothing. I wince. "Mr. Lancer?"

Silence. Silence and happy bird chirping, which doesn't really fit the mood.

I pull out my cell phone, checking the time. "12:30," I read aloud. "Great, I missed the test. Lancer is going to murder me." I sigh. "Well, I better take a lot around and try to figure out where the hell I am. I just hope I can get out of here."

Oh look, I'm talking to myself.

Because I'm in perfect mental health, being alone in a strange place and all.

I walk for a good hour and still find nothing. This forest is endless, and frankly I'm getting kind of sick of it. I miss my city.

Crack!

I whip around. "Who's out there?" I ask, getting into a defensive stance. I'm prepared to go ghost, but they person might've seen me. I don't want to reveal my secret now.

I hear a chirping sound, and there's a flash of black and white between the trees. Okay, it's just a bird.

A bird with a tail.

Wait…what?

I walk closer to the tree the creature has supposedly landed on, trying to get a better view. I peer around the trunk to the see the thing.

It's honestly the weirdest creature I've ever seen. And that's saying something.

It looks like a lemur. So am I in Madagascar? I didn't know Desiree was so powerful. But the lemur-thing has rabbit ears; like big rabbit ears. It munches on a peach absentmindedly.

"Whoa," I say out loud. It stops chewing and looks at me.

Crap.

Startled, it hops its way up the branch and…flies?

The thing has bat wings.

Okay, now I'm seriously weirded out. Not only am I alone in a forest, but I'm alone in a forest filled with mutants.

I really need to get out here.

"Momo!" a voice calls. It sounds like a little boy. "Momo, where are you?"

It gets closer with each word. I need to hide. I go behind a tree and turn invisible, flying up a branch and peeking out.

A boy comes into view. He's got dark black hair and a red headband. He's wearing some sort of weird samurai clothing; that's the only way to describe it. It's red and black and a little poofy. It doesn't weird me out too much; I've been the Comic Con with Tucker before. Maybe he's just an avid cosplayer.

But weirds me out is the fact that he's riding on a ball of air.

"Momo, buddy!" he calls. "Where'd you go?"

The ball of air dissipates and he lands on the ground, looking to a tree on his left. "There you are," he says, holding his arm out. The bat-bunny-monkey thing lands on it, still eating the peach. "Don't run off again. We need to stick together if we don't want the Fire Nation catching us."

Fire Nation?

"The Fire Nation will also catch us if our cover is blown," another voice points out. It's male, but sounds older, like around my age. Another guy emerges in samurai stuff. His hair is in a bun (I try not to laugh) and he's holding a map, analyzing it carefully. "Which is why you shouldn't airbend unless completely necessary."

Airbend?

"Come on, Sokka, nobody's here," the boy whines. "And it was just the air scooter. It's not like I was on my glider."

Sokka, I guess, scowls. "Still, you never know." He looks behind him. "Katara! Toph! Hurry up; we've got ground to cover! If we want to make it to the Fire Nation capital in time, we've got to move!"

"Calm down!" another voice demands. A girl comes into view. She's got black hair that's up in a thick, round bun and bangs the cover her eyes. Jesus, what is up with the red here? And dressing like ninjas? "It's a whole month until the eclipse. We can cover a bunch of ground. But for now, Appa is a little tired."

"Stupid sky bison…" Sokka mutters. "Can't fly him over the Fire Nation…"

"Hey, it was your idea in the first place," the boy chirps. "Don't blame him."

"He's the one who's five tons full of cover blown!" Sokka defends.

"Don't be so harsh," a female voice says. How many people are there? An older girl with dark skin and long brown hair tugs a huge white bison with an arrow on its head. Unlike the others, she's wearing a dress. Unlike the others, it's red. "And Toph's right. We have plenty of time."

"But this isn't according to the plan!" Sokka says, pulling out another roll of paper.

"We don't have to follow that plan word for word, you know," the brown-haired girl says. She smirks. "Now come on. I think there's a town a little ways from here."

Civilization. Maybe I should go talk to them.

I carefully float down to the ground and turn visible. I take a step.

"Somebody's here!" the younger girl announces.

How did she…?

I don't have time to think. I'm catapulted into the air. How did that happen? I look down while I continue to fall. In place where I was standing is a huge slab of rock.

I hit the ground, too confused to stop myself by going intangible. I stumble to get up.

"Hey, I-"

Something cold hits my chest. Water? Where'd that come from?

I hit a tree and try to move forward. I'm stuck. Looking down, I realize I'm encased in ice. How the hell did that happen? And why isn't it melting?

I look up. The older guy, Sokka, has a jagged boomerang pointed at my face. The four other kids look poised and ready to fight.

Great. These people don't like strangers.

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Ta-da?

So yeah, another story. I'm so sorry.

Review, please!

-ZG