Hey guys! Merwholocked here with a strange new crossover! Seriously I didn't see many of these which made me sad so here you go! I'm co-writing this with one of my closest friends, you should check out her profile on Wattpad called theonewithmanynames, her stories are pretty awesome…...Why do I sound so perky in this AN? I'm just going to stop now…

I don't own Danny Phantom. (If I did the show never would've ended) I also don't own Bones *sigh*

Onwards!

A strange man breezed into an even stranger room. It was full of so much machinery and metal bits that the man couldn't have known the use for all of them. But that's besides the point. The man floated, yes literally floated, over to a chamber where a teenager stood, apparently sleeping, hooked up to what looked like breathing equipment.

"Daniel." The man rapped on the glass with his knuckles, his white and red cape fluttering around him. "Time to wake up."

The boy in the chamber opened his eyes at the sound of the mans voice and started unhooking himself from the equipment. He pushed open the door.

"Do you know what you need to do my son?" The man asked, a sinister smirk appearing on his face.

The teenager nodded mirroring the man's look. "Yes father." He answered.

"Good. Then it's off to Amity Park with you." He clapped a hand on his 'son's' shoulder. "I know you will not fail me."

As the boy flew off, yes flew, Vlad Masters, or as he was known in this form, Vlad Plasmius grinned and chuckled, "Goodbye, Daniel Fenton."

Doctor Brennan starred disapprovingly at the body in front of her.

"Why have I been called in for this?" She asked rather loudly not caring who answered her. "There aren't any bones for me to examine, this body is fresh." She put her hands on her hips and continued glaring at the corpse as if it was the cause of all her problems.

"Found by a jogger doing his daily laps this morning, He's over there giving the FBI his statement," Cam mentioned, pointing to a pale looking man wearing an orange track suit that should never have been worn in public, "Gave him quite a scare."

The body was surrounded by a very alarming pool of blood, the victim had obviously bled out. But where was the wound? Something had torn at the victim's t-shirt (which had been stained red) but there were no wounds beneath the tears. Interesting.

Hodgins marched up with a smirk on his face, holding out a file for the forensic anthropologist, "We thought you might be interested, just take a look at his DNA."

Bones opened the file, and her face lit up with surprise, "You were right to think so." She studied the data with a small frown on her face, but her thoughts were anything but- this was fascinating!

"How is this even possible?" She asked and Hodgins just shook his head in disbelief and shrugged. "Well alright, bring the body back to the lab." Bones took a moment to compose herself before walking back to the SUV where her partner - in both senses of the word - Seeley Booth was waiting. He didn't do bodies, ESPECIALLY fresh ones, perhaps they reminded him too much of the people he shot and killed in Afghanistan.

"What's up Bones?" He said cocking an eyebrow at her expression, she must've been smiling to herself.

"This one is going to be interesting." was the only answer she would give, so they drove back to the Jeffersonian in silence. Angela, their specialist in craniofacial reconstruction, met them at the door.

"I hate when it's the young ones." She said, a frown marring her pretty features as she looked down at the body of the boy who couldn't have reached sixteen yet. He had tousled raven hair, and pale blue eyes that Angela wished someone would shut because they looked a tad creepy staring unseeingly up at her.

Angela was able to get an ID pretty quick, and nearly shed a tear. The corpse laying in the next room was fourteen year old runaway, Daniel "Danny" Fenton. He had been missing for a few days yet his parents had only called it in last night, apparently it was normal for this "Danny" to not come home for a few nights in a row. It was just then that Hodgins - her husband who had impeccable timing - decided to walk in.

"Ang?" He asked cautiously once he saw the expression on his wife's face. "What is it?" He turned to face the monitor. "Oh."

"He was only fourteen." Angela whispered. "Fourteen, I can't imagine..those poor parents."

Hodgins rubbed his wife's back comfortingly. "Lets just find whoever did this, okay?" He asked quietly, knowing Angela's thoughts were on the three year old son they had waiting for them at the daycare center.

Angela nodded mutely and handed a file with all Daniel's information to him, giving a silent 'you tell Brennan, I don't think I could handle this.' look before pulling out her art supplies and starting to sketch something that looked like a teenage boy surrounded by all his friends and family.

Hodgins quietly made his way to the platform where Doctor Brennan and her intern Wendell were studying the corpse's X-rays.

"Dr. B, I can't find a single fracture or abrasion on his, sorry, this set of remains." The blonde intern said remembering to correct himself, he had almost treated the remains like a person, that was a huge mistake in this line of work. You couldn't ever show an emotional attachment, no matter how young the victim was, it was simply another set of remains.

Brennan frowned. The boy had obviously been murdered, he had to have been for all that blood to be at the crime scene. But….no wounds? How could there be blood with no wounds? Perhaps it wasn't the victims blood? But they had run DNA tests, the blood had the same anomalies of that left in the body. Bones was pulled out of her thoughts suddenly when everyone's attention was drawn to the body laying on the table in the middle of the platform, whose hair was quickly fading to white.

"Someone get those remains tested for radiation!" Bones barked, and Wendell scrambled to complete the task while Bones worried over her remains and wondered if they should don Hazmat suits. "Radiation Levels normal," Wendell read, confused.

"Well, something must be causing that, a poison maybe?" Hodgins suggested, just as mystified as the others. "I would send the body to Cam."

Bones nodded. "Do that Mr. Bray." She ordered her intern who nodded and started gathering a few other people to help wheel the corpse to Cam, their Coroner.

When they reached Cam's office, a African American woman in a lab coat came out looking very unhappy. "Finally, I've been waiting for those remains for over two hours now, Doctor Brennan should know- wasn't his hair black?" She cut off mid rant to marvel at the body's remarkable change in hair colour.

"Yeah." Wendell said (very intelligently) running his hands through his hair. "His hair just, poof! old man colour."

Cam raised an eyebrow. "Old man colour?" She echoed, smiling slightly. Rolling her eyes, she waved them in. "Place the remains on the table, I'll run some tests."

Wendell nodded. "Hodgins thought it might be a poison, or a toxin of some sort?" Cam nodded in agreement, puzzling over the remains and plugging data into her computer.

"It could be.." She muttered, distracted. Wendell and the other interns took this as their cue to leave. Cam didn't even look up as one of the less graceful ones tripped over the steel table the boy was lying on, which was surprising because usually she would yell at said intern for disrupting her work.

She was staring so intently at the readings on the screen, she didn't even notice when the remains started glowing. Radioactive. Green.

The body stirred, but did not wake. the glowing faded to nothing as the boy's chest started to rise and fell shallowly. Cam still failed to turn and take notice of this.

Printing a list of possible causes for the sudden make-over of a dead body, Cam walked, heels clicking on the cement floor, over to the not-actually-dead corpse on her autopsy table.

"Alright." She muttered to herself. "Let's see what's going on inside you." Cam grabbed a scalpel off the tray near the autopsy table and positioned it to slice into the corpse's chest.

Green eyes shot open.

"AHH!"

"AHH!"

Cam dropped the scalpel and stumbled back a little, the previously "Dead" Daniel Fenton slowly sat up trying to assess the situation.

"Uh, hi?" He offered looking around. He looked down for a moment then screamed, "AH! Don't look! Don't look!" Upon realizing that he was only covered by a strategically placed sheet across his lap. Too shocked to do much of anything else, Cam covered her eyes.

Danny concentrated for a moment, two rings of light circled around his waist and suddenly he was wearing a form fitting black and white jumpsuit. "Much better." He sighed. "Seriously, was it necessary to undress me?!" Cam just stood there, mouth gaping like a fish.

"Hey," Wendell popped his head into Cam's office, "Doctor B-"

Wendell blinked, looking over to Danny, "Umm, what's going on?"

This seemed to snap Cam out of her dazed shock, and she rushed back over to Danny, "Oh my god, are you ok?"

"Um.." Came Danny's intelligent reply. He blinked and rubbed the back of his neck. His hand turned intangible and he had just enough time to hide it before the woman in front of him started fussing over him. It was only because another woman came into the room that he got out of her checking his pulse which was a good thing because he was in his ghost form, he wouldn't have one. Well, no that's not entirely true, he did have one in this form it was just very, very, faint.

The woman dropped all the files that she was holding and didn't seem keen on picking them up.

"Oh. My. God." She whispered stretching every syllable. "Is that?" She pointed a trembling finger at Danny and then looked down at the floor. Danny followed her gaze and almost sunk through the autopsy table when he realized there was a sketchbook lying there open to a page with a very accurate drawing of him...the human him, surrounded by a somewhat accurate drawing of his parents and what his little sister would look like, if he had one.

'Reminds me of Dani.' He thought to himself, trying very hard to think that thought and not 'Oh my god how does she know my parents? Where am I? How did I get here? Oh god.' All at once.

The two women in the room started having a discussion which Danny tuned out trying to get the ringing in his ears to quiet down, it was only when the blonde man came up to him and said something he didn't quite catch that he snapped back to reality.

"Wha?"

The man gave a nervous chuckle. "I said, I'm sure no one has introduced themselves yet, I'm Wendell." He offered a hand.

Danny took it hoping his gloved limb wouldn't pass right through Wendell's. His powers felt unstable right now, like they had several months ago when they had been brand new, well maybe a tiny bit more stable than that, but not by much. "Danny." He said softly.

"Well Danny." Wendell said, his voice soft. "I know this isn't my place, I'm not Doctor Sweets, I'm just an intern, but do you remember anything before you woke up?" The man looked genuinely curious, not adult 'I-say-I-care-but-I-actually-just-want-to-make-sure-you're-ok-so-I-can-go-back-to-doing-grown-up-things' curious.

Danny thought for a moment, and then realized that he couldn't remember a thing from the past few hours, days, weeks-he didn't even know how big the gap in his memory was, the last thing he remembered was saying goodnight to Sam and Tucker after a particularly long night of ghost fighting, then… black.

He shook his head, fighting to keep himself anchored on the table, his heart usually almost silent in this form felt like it could be heard clearly by anyone who had their ear pressed to his chest. He couldn't remember anything. Nothing.

It was all just….black. Then a flash of something, and he cried out, holding his head.

This was always Booth's least favorite part. When families were far away, as the case with Amity Park, he had to call the families to notify them. Call their mothers, to tell them that their child won't ever be coming home.

"Hello?!" a loud, booming voice answered, and Booth winced, pulling the phone a bit farther from his ear,

"Hello, is this a Mr. Fenton?"

"Yeah, that's me! Please, call me Jack!"

"Uh, Jack," The name sounded foreign on Booth's tongue, he had never had a parent ask him to call them by their first name before, "My name is Special Agent Seeley Booth with the FBI, I regret to inform you that we found the body of your son this morning-"

"Nonsense! Danny came home this morning! Isn't that right Danny-boy!?" Booth heard a faint voice on the other end that sounded like a teenage boy say something along the lines of "Sorry for worrying you guys,"

"Oh, uh, it must have been a mistake then, sorry for any inconvenience…" Booth said, obviously confused, Angela never makes a mistake! "Spend some time with your son…" Booth hung up, intending to inform Angela of her mistake.

A/N: Theonewithmanynames here! Wow, this is the longest chapter I have written to date! I really enjoyed working with Merwholocked628, she's a great friend of mine, and we work so well together! look forward to more soon!

*uses ghost powers to teleport away*