A/N: Another new story here. Actually, this is a plot bunny that has been jumping around in my head.. if i got good response, i might continue this.

Chapter 1

The warm ray of sunlight and slight chirping of birds stirred him from his sleep. Danny groaned -just like any other non-morning person when they got waken up either by the sun or the alarm clock- then cursed at the ball of burning nitrogen, swearing that one day he would snuff it out. The halfa laid still for a moment, letting the cobwebs and all those fuzzy feeling to go away from his mind and regain his ability to process complex thought.

Danny began to notice his surroundings after several minutes. The first thing he noticed is the air felt clear -like the countryside- and totally fresh, as if a giant vent was suddenly opened and took out all the pollution in the world. Second thing is that he was in a forest, a pretty big forest since he couldn't see past the barricade of trees around the clearing he was staying, even with his enhanced sight. Slowly he sat up, closing his eyes in a faint attempt of blocking the damned sunlight as he did. Yep, he assured himself. He was indeed in a large forest.

It seems like his brain decided to finally function and rammed everything happening prior to him waking up in the forest into his head with all the force of a sledgehammer. Danny remembered going to the Ghost Zone to visit the Far Frozen clan. The trip there had gone good enough without a hitch and the halfa decided to do a detour around the gloomy world when he accidentally rammed himself straight into a natural portal that sprung out of the blue right in front of his face.

That's it!.. The portal!

Danny jumped to his feet and looked around wildly, automatically focusing on his ghost sense to search for any ghost energy around the area. Of course, being him, the result was abysmal. He started to do what any sensible person did in his stead; Panic. Where is he? What date is today? Is this even his timeline? Will he ever got back home? So many questions flew around in the half-ghost's head that it felt like exploding. He never realized that he was pacing, but when he did, he forced his feet to stop.

"Keep it together, Fenton!" He screamed mentally.

Successfully calming his mind, Danny walked over to the edge of the clearing to study the bushes and trees. Thank god for the survival lessons. He studied the bushes in hopes of recognizing it. Immediately, He feel himself literally getting petrified and comically turning to dust at the sight of the weird bright blue fruit in his hand. He turned his head robotically to the side to glance at the tree, dreading the sight of a ridiculously shaped and weirdly colored fruit. Alas, his fear was not founded as the tree looked like any other random tree; Common Ash if he's not mistaken.

"Hound! Houndour!" Something barked behind his back.

Danny turned his head robotically for the second time today and lay witness to a strange animal. The animal looked like a canine with short, black fur and a red underbelly and muzzle. It's ears and tails are both short and pointed. Two fangs protrude from its upper jaw, and its triangular nose is black. There are white bands on its ankles, and rib-like ridges on its back. The weirdest features, aside from the rib-like armor around its back, is the simple, stylized skull on its forehead.

His face must have looked funny because it laughed at him. Well, He thought it did since all it does was bark that strange word in a happy tone. The dog(?) seems tame enough to not bite his hands off -Look at those fangs!- so he decided to approach it. The weird dog noticed that he was approaching it and sat down on its hunches and tilted its head, looking cool and nonchalant. How it managed to put that look with a skull on its head, he will never know. Danny sat down in front of the canine and looked at him, studying him with intense gaze that would have unnerved even Mr. Lancer, his english teacher. To his surprise, it stared right back at him with that black eyes of his, looking not at all bothered by my gaze.

He swear It was actually trying not to preen at the attention he was giving it.

"What are you supposed to be?" Danny wondered aloud. Suddenly, the dog seemed to slip and fell face first into the ground. Huh, that must be the rumoured Face-plant, the advanced form of Face-palm. Wait! Does this mean, It understood me?

The dog sat right up in the blink of an eye and started barking at the black haired teen in an incredulous tone as if saying: "Are you a dimwit!? Even a kid half your age would know what I am!". Frankly, he felt a bit insulted at being compared to a kid half his age.

Wait.. Time out!

How is he capable of deciphering this weird dog's barking? He couldn't even do this kind of thing with Cujo. More often than not, he have to guess what the ghost dog wanted. Then again, he wants nothing but playing, food, and belly rub. A moot point then. Danny looked at the dog one more time, and just like before he looked right back without a flinch. This time though, it held a hint of exasperation in it.

"Seriously, what are you?" Danny asked.

The black dog eyed him with an unimpressed eyes and something like a deadpan expression before it seemed to deflate and sigh at his apparent cluelessness. It raised its head to the air and puffed its chest proudly. "Houndour!" It barked at him.

"Houndour, huh?" He wondered. Was it the species name or its own name? Danny wondered internally. Well no sense in dwelling over such random thing.. He sighed tiredly and got back up on his feet. "Well, thanks for the company Houndour. I need to search for a town, so I'll be off." He waved at the little black dog and walked away into the forest.

There's a fifty fifty chance of him being either thrown into another timeline, possibly the future, or an entirely different reality. In any case, He's screwed. Royally. Well, no sense in dwelling on baseless theories. Let's see if he can find any signs of civilization around this forest.

The forest was nice though.. way nicer than the ones back home. The trees was big and impossibly green, creating large canopies to shelter the occupants of the forest from the intense heat of the sun. Weird purple rats, ridiculously large butterflies, some weird looking bugs and many other creatures mingled around the forest, curiously looking at him before ducking back into the bushes they come from.

They all looked so amazingly different yet similar to the animals back home.

Like the Avatar movie. Those blue people always looked so amazing with the beasts they ride. Damn.. Sam would love all this.

He paused mid-step as he studied the tree where two caterpillar-like creature with funny red horns were cowering, trembling in fear as they muttered something that vaguely sounded like 'Catter Catterpie'. Now that he think about it, most of them didn't look even half interested with him. They looked.. past him, behind him.

And so, for the third time today, Danny turned his head robotically to look at what caused this fearful behaviour from the peaceful forest creature. Turns out, they were afraid of..

"Houndour?" He asked in surprise, not even expecting the black dog to follow him around. The black dog looked up at him and gave him an impressive eye roll before giving him a half-hearted grin that said: "I'm sticking with you for now. Bear with it." Danny grinned at him and bent down to give him a scratch under his jaw. Cujo always liked this spot and it looks like the same could be said for Houndour. "Let's go then." He smiled and resumed his walk.

They walked for the next few hours, enjoying the nature as they searched for any signs of civilization. Danny entertained himself by asking houndour more about himself after he discovered that he could comprehend most of his speech pattern and vice versa. The halfa learned that all the creatures he had seen, Houndour included, was called Pokemon. Pokemon came in many size and form, each with an element tied to them; called a Type. For example, Houndour was a dual Fire and Dark type. Some Pokemon, once reaching a certain level of strength and maturity, will undergone a transformation to their next form. Some, however, require a certain object, time of the day or certain objects to evolve. There are also some that doesn't evolve.

Apparently, Houndour was a species name for his kind, which will later evolve into Houndoom. Houndour himself has no name to differentiate himself from the other of his kin. They tend to rely on smell to differentiate each other.

Unfortunately for him, Houndour was quite young and so, knew no more than what was considered basic education for the Pokemons. It doesn't help that the little black dog was starting to get restless when they passed a group of yellow cocoon like pokemon with eyes glaring holes on their backs.

Kakuna, Houndour had called them.

Danny was about to question his companion of his sudden restlessness when a humming noise made itself known to his eardrum. The halfa cupped a hand to his ears to get a better guess at the direction the noise was coming from when a swarm of yellow bees with gleaming crimson eyes and drills as hand came, their drills spinning and poised to make holes on their person.

Not good..

"Hound! Houndour! Hound!" The dog-like pokemon barked his orders, which roughly translates as: "Get your ass away from here!".

Danny agreed whole-heartedly, finding the apparent threat of getting gored by those drills appaling and undesirable for his continuous health. The halfa turned on the balls of his feet and dashed together with the Houndour -he really has to think of a name to call him with. But that thought soon took on a back seat in his mind as he focused on the task of saving himself from a possible bloody death.

"Hound!" Houndour turned slightly, slowing down for a bit to open his mouth and fire off a small stream of fire that served to do nothing but annoy the deadly insects.

"Ember? Seriously?" He shouted his incredulous question to the dog who gave him a glare that spoke volumes of his annoyance. "What moves could you do?" He asked.

Houndour seemed to take on a thinking expression as he dashed as fast as his legs could carry him, dodging obstacles almost effortlessly as he did so. Finally after several minutes of contemplating, the Houndour gave its reply. Danny listened intently as Houndour explained what each of his current set of moves did and wasted no time taking his decision. "Houndour, Smog! Cover as much area as possible!" He ordered.

Despite his status as being a wild pokemon, Houndour wasted no time questioning his orders and did as he was told. The black dog reared its head as he took large gulps of air and exhaled a large cloud of black smoke from his mouth, causing the beedrill to reel back in shock before they were swallowed by the pitch black gas.

"Let's go!" Danny called over his shoulder and got a bark of confirmation from his companion before both of them dashed off into the distance, save from the wrath of the swarm of Beedrills.

Later on, Danny would face-palm and question himself why he didn't just turn the both of them invisible and intangible to escape the attack.

Both of them panted from exertion, the sheer speed they were running on to escape that swarm was enough to make most grown man collapse. "Wehll.. That.. Didn't went so bad." Danny spoke through pants and wheez.

"Houndour! Dour! Dour!" The dog growled, stomping its feet on the ground as it barked its name to him continuously in an irritated manner. "'Didn't went so bad' my ass! We're barely getting away from those beedrills!"

"Hah.. well we made it in the end." Danny smiled at his victory. "And besides, look! There's the city!" Danny pointed to the distance where he could see some roof top peeking through the trees. They were in a cliff, apparently, so it was quite easy to see the city even from this distance. "Ah.. Well, now that we're here will you still be following me?" Danny asked anxiously, he hid it well enough though.

Truth be told, he was quite fond of the black dog. Houndour had certainly wormed himself into his heart and it also count to have someone sarcastic to ease the boredom of finding the way back home. Even if that someone was more of a canine than a person.

"Hound!" The Dark pokemon barked in a tone that oozed 'Well, duh! Obviously!' and smirked at him.

"Partner?" Danny offered his hand and the Houndour gave it a shake with one of his front paws. "Great! Lets- What's that?" Danny asked, pointing at one of the trees at the edge of the cliff where a pokemon was standing, preparing to jump down from the branch it was perching itself to.

Houndour barked. Danny turned chalk white as he listened.

A Bagon. Stupid dragon with suicidal tendencies and annoyingly hard skull. At least that's what Houndour explained to him. To all appearances, He will be getting a first hand demonstration of this extreme suicidal tendencies that all bagons seems to have.

"Hound~ Hound~" The dual type pokemon assured him flippantly. Apparently, that was the function of that thick skull: saving them from death caused by the impacts of their suicidal stunts. Otherwise the death count of Bagons would reach the number of hundreds a month and bring them to extinction.

"Regardless, there's no guarantee that he will fall on its head! What if he fell on his back instead?" Danny was already running as he offered his argument with Houndour held tightly against his chest in a tight hold without the black dog even noticing.

Houndour blinked twice before his face set itself into an annoyed expression, eyebrows twitching madly in irritation as he turned towards its human companion. "Houndour hound?" It argued back.

Danny smirked smugly at Houndour who was eyeing him weirdly, the Dark pokemon seems to be mildly creeped by that smirk. "How do I plan to save him?Heh.. Let me show you." Danny sttopped his dash and set Houndour back down to the ground. He concentrated on his ghostly power, summoning the familiar halo of bright light around his mid section. The ring of spectral white light split into two, one moving up and the other down, transforming him into his ghostly alter ego.

His hair turned white, as pure as snow in the cold winter. His skin tone darkened into a healthy shade of tan. His trademark shirt and jeans combo replaced by the black Hazmat suit and white gloves and boots. Danny was now Phantom.

"Ta Da!" He cheered.

"..." Houndour gaped, eyes completely white as his jaws hung open in silent shock. "D-dour! Houndour!" It pointed at him with one shaky paw.

"Ghost type?" Harry inquired with a tilt of his head. "Eh, Well.. I'm a halfa. Half ghost half human, so to say." Danny explained. Without warning, Danny picked the still shell-shocked Houndour with one of his hands like a sack of potates and resumed his dash just as the Bagon jumped from its perch. "Like most ghost, I can fly!" He declared and jumped down, following the suicidal little dragon.

Houndour closed his eyes with both of his front paws and gritted his teeth, unused to the feeling of defying the pull of gravity. Danny grinned as he saw this and used his trained flying skill to accelerate through the air towards the falling Bagon and managed to catch him just in time before it hit a nasty looking tree branch that sprouted from the cliff.

He continued to fly for a while with both Pokemon in hand.

Bagon, with his eyes closed, felt thrilled at the feeling of what he guessed to be flying. It was the dream of all of his kin to grow wings and flew into the sky, which would take a very long time since they would gain their wings only when they reached their final form, Salamence. But he could feel himself flying right now! He felt so happy that he almost overlooked something.

Almost being the key word.

There was something holding him. He could feel the the cold touch on his skin. So, with annoyance, the Bagon opened his eyes and stared at a white gloved hands on its abdoment and up, up, up until he saw the face of a white haired human that felt more like a Ghost type than a human. Then it hit him..

He interfered with his attempts..

His head glowed.

"Oh hey you're- UGH!?" Danny was hit squarely on the face with a full powered Skull Bash, courtesy of an angry Bagon. The combination of the shock of getting attacked and the full force behind the normal type move was enough to send Danny to unconsciousness, resulting in him changing back into his human form which means the loss of flying ability. Final result: Falling off from at least sixty feet above the ground.

Houndour howled several curse words in his own language, cursing every Bagon in existence to die a bloody death for this misfortune.

A/N: That's it for now. How do you think? Please R&R!