Disclaimer: Danny Phantom, and its characters and/or ideas are the creation of Butch Hartman. The show does not belong to me nor will it ever. I also don't own the rights to the song Fly Like an Eagle, song originally sung by Steve Miller.

Warnings Throughout the Story: Violence, Adult Language, Drama, Minor Underage Smoking/Drinking, AU, and Some OOC

Pairings: Danny/Sam, Tucker/Valerie, Jack/Maddie, VladxOC, more couples may or may not be added

Full Summary: Daniel Fenton is the adopted son of Jack and Maddie Fenton, two classified mediums. Although Danny may seem cold hearted from the outside, from the inside, he is a sweet young man struggling with the fact that he is somewhat...different from everybody else. Learn as Danny struggles to find out who he really is while juggling romance, an egotistical mayor, and supernatural creatures whom want him for their own purposes.

Fly Like an Eagle

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'

Into the future

Time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin'

Into the future

I want to fly like an eagle

To the sea

Fly like an eagle

Let my spirit carry me

I want to fly like an eagle

Till I'm free

Oh, lord, through the revolution ---Steve Miller

Chapter One - The Boy with the Piercing Blue Eyes

.:DP:.

Fidgety fingers twirled continuously through chestnut colored hair as young Maddie Fenton waited along with her husband to be called and questioned by an adoption agency's director named Cynthia Stuart. A warm, comforting hand landed with support on the nervous woman's lap. She half way smiled at the understanding gesture from the male Fenton.

"I'm sorry, Jack," she chuckled, despite her own anxiousness, "I guess I'm just feeling real giddy about this whole thing."

"Don't worry about it, darling. Just think, in a matter of weeks, we'll have ourselves another child. Not to mention, Jazz will have an awesome sibling to play with."

Maddie grinned inwardly at that proclamation. Their seven-year-old daughter, Jasmine, had been pestering the couple for a few years about receiving a little brother or sister. The violet eyed woman had felt guilty because, during the birth with Jazz, there had been many health complications, thus she wasn't able to bear any more children.

The birthing process had been so severe that numerous times the doctor wasn't certain whether the mother or child were going to survive. The Fentons had guessed that that day there had been a miracle happening - an angelic presence perhaps nearby. Maddie knew right then and there that she and her family had an important purpose in life.

The oak style door that led to Ms. Stuart's office opened swiftly; a tall bespectacled woman with brunette hair gave the two a warm smile and used her hand to summon them into her office.

Jack and Maddie quickly took their seats in front of Cynthia's desk as the said young female sat down on the other side, folding her hands on the top of her desk as a clear sign of patience and respect.

"Maddie and Jack Fenton, it is a pleasure. I'm Cynthia Stuart. We spoke on the phone regarding your interest in adopting a child."

The husband and wife looked over at each other, interlacing their fingers together to hold hands. "Yes," Maddie spoke, "we're nervous, but also...very excited."

"As you should be." The director agreed. "Before you are introduced to the children, I'd liked to know a little bit more about the two of you, if you don't mind."

"Not at all." Beamed Maddie.

For the next few minutes, the dark haired woman asked the couple standard questions pertaining about their occupation, hobbies, interests, etc. The director was mildly surprised to hear that the Fentons had an interest in ghosts and any thing else that was supernatural.

With a shrug of her shoulders, the woman assumed that their hobbies dealt with the paranormal, which she found no harm in coincidentally. Once she was done chatting with the twosome, Stuart stood up, Jack and Maddie following suit.

"Well," the young brunette said yet again smiling, "I figure you want go now and meet the kids."

Both the adults nodded in rapture. Cynthia suppressed a giggle that threatened to escape from her throat. She strode over, and led the two down a corridor that led to the outside. The director opened the two heavy double doors with practiced ease, and then stepped aside so that Maddie and Jack were on the playground.

"Feel free to look around." She called, going back inside.

Maddie gasped while Jack smirked at his wife's amazement; the playground was full of kids doing various activities; the two favorites being four square and the jungle gym. The young mother was glad to see that there were lots of adults outside assisting the kids.

The couple had wandered around, talking to different children ranging from the ages of five to thirteen. One particularly boy had caught Maddie's eye as he was farther away from the other children, perched up on a single swing. The little boy looked no older than five with his raven hair and with the piercest blue eyes the mother had ever seen. Maddie could immediately feel a somewhat psychic pull from the youth; she knew then he were special.

"Hey, Jack," the woman said to her husband, pointing at the boy, "let's go talk to him."

As they approached, the bigger built man eyed the child warily. "Why do you think he's all by himself?"

"Maybe he's shy."

"Hi, there," Maddie had to kneel down, becoming in eye level with the boy. The child narrowly avoided her eyes. "What's your name?"

At first, the raven headed boy wouldn't say anything, making both Maddie and Jack frown in disapproval. Trying her best to stay positive, Maddie perked up again, a bright glow on her face.

"It's okay," she soothed, "you can trust us."

"Зло(1)." The child hissed.

Confusion wiped over the amethyst eyed young woman's face. "I-I don't understand."

"Будьте разложен люди(2)!" The sapphire eyed boy was quite cute as he huffed in defiance.

"He came here about seven months ago. Before then, he had been living around in the streets," one of the male supervisors said from behind startling the two, "he usually takes to himself and he's real stubborn."

"I-Is he speaking...Russian?" Maddie asked the man.

"Afraid so." He confirmed. "One of the ladies that work in the office can kinda understand him. He's quite a handful."

"Это глупо(3)."

"Sweets," Jack hesitated, feeling uncomfortable, "perhaps we should leav--"

"Maddie." The woman pointed at herself trying to make the troubled boy understand her. "That's my name."

Blue eyes blinked twice in astonishment, taking in the strange woman's dialect. She asked again what his name was. The black haired child didn't fully trust these people, but the woman seemed harmless enough and her eyes were nice. He had been around the agency enough to see what she was saying to him.

"Dan-ny." Said the boy in broken English.

The young Fenton mother smiled gently at him, her husband giving a look of utter surprise. "It's very nice to meet you, Danny."

.:DP:.

Truth be told, the whole adoption process took the couple longer than they had anticipated. Some of the workers asked if they would reconsider choosing a different child seeing as Danny was quite hostile, but the couple were set. It were weeks before the Fentons were allowed to bring Danny home along with them. Before those days, Maddie and Jack would visit the boy and try to teach him some English.

The raven began learning a few simple words and sentences. When the boy had accomplished the English alphabet, the Fentons cheered him on while Danny wore a smug expression on his face. Afterwards, the child was more keen on being sweeter to the couple.

When it was time for the Fentons to finally bring Danny in for themselves, the couple arrived as soon as chaos insured. The azure eyed child was in the one of the playrooms being restrained, hissing all types of curses in Russian. Cynthia had come to meet them with an apologetic look on her face.

"What's happening?" Maddie questioned hastily.

"Apparently, one of the children accidentally dropped their soup in young Daniel's lap during our lunch time. Now, I didn't exactly see what happened, but Danny hurt that other boy pretty badly. The other boy is alright thankfully, but I'm not sure about Danny."

As if on cue, one of the orderlies that had held Danny down began screaming in hysterics. Everyone scattered while the young boy stood up, his blue eyes being icier than usual. For a brief moment, the young Fenton mother could have sworn his eyes turned a deep onyx color.

Once the boy's eyes settled on Jack and Maddie, his face softened and he ran over to them with his hands out. Jack was the first to reach him, as he scooped Danny up into his big, strong arms.

"What was that all about, sport?" The man asked.

"They...средний(4)." Danny pouted.

One of the female workers came over, trying to take the boy from Jack's arms, but Danny glared at her, hissing through his clenched teeth as though he were some type of lethal snake ready to attack. She stepped away in a hurry.

"Пребывание Назад(5)!"

Maddie then brought the child into her own arms, Danny bringing his small arms around her neck and wrapping his legs around her narrowed waist. She turned around, and faced the director with a determined stance.

"If it's all the same to you," she concluded, "I'd like to take my son home now."

"Of course you can. Remember to give me a call soon." The Stuart woman stated with a smile.

Without further ado, the trio stalked away from the single white building of the adoption agency. A couple of the onlookers kept their distance as the five-year-old eyed them profoundly.

The three walked slowly to the car that was parked on the other side of the structure; Danny clutched onto Maddie and she held him tightly. Danny had never been inside a vehicle before; the experience was rather terrifying for him. While they had been on the freeway, the young boy would go in fits of panic. Jack had to stop the car numerous times on their travel to ease the young child.

Needless to say, it took them a longer time to get home. Once they reached their modest one story built house, the three persons were quick to enter into the inside. Danny looked at every nook and cranny with mild interest. He stared at the family portraits and photos that adorned the creamy colored walls.

"Who 'hat?" The boy pointed to a captured picture of a young girl.

Maddie smiled as she stood next to them. "That's our daughter, Jasmine. We call her Jazz. She's staying with a friend today, but you can meet her tomorrow."

"Daugh-ter?"

"Yes, remember when I talked to you about mommies and daddies?" The boy nodded. "Well, I'm a mommy and Jack's a daddy. You and Jazz are our children."

"Oh...'kay."

Jack, who had rummaging around in their newly updated kitchen, peeked his head out, a goofy yet charming smile plastered on his round face. He motioned for Maddie and Danny to come closer.

"You hungry, kiddo?"

Danny tilted his head in an adorable fashion. "Hun-gry?"

"Do you want food?" His new mother suggested differently. Danny nodded his head eagerly.

The Fenton male laughed wholeheartedly at his new son's enthusiasm. "Great. I think I'll make homemade hamburgers and fries to celebrate."

During the next half hour, while Jack went about cooking their meal, Maddie took it upon herself to read to Danny in their living room on the couch, teaching him various words in the process. The boy was a quick learner, and the Fenton woman was rather pleased with his progress.

The aroma from the freshly cooked American food flooded the house, enticing teasingly into the young raven's nostrils. He jumped off from Maddie's lap from the couch suddenly and nearly ran in the direction of the meal prepared for him.

As Danny entered the kitchen, Jack laid three plates worth of food on the wooden table. The young boy hastily took a bite out of his burger, chewing on the meat with great vigor. The two parents watched him in amusement. Unfortunately, Danny didn't necessarily take a liking to the french fries.

"I think you may have put too much salt on them." Maddie concluded absentmindedly.

Her husband frowned and folded his arms. "You, of all people, should never doubt my cooking abilities." Maddie chuckled at the man's antics; Danny watching the adults with a look of utter confusion.

Within the darkening hours, Maddie became quite delighted to tuck in the new member of their family into his warm bed. Danny's bedroom, although diminutive, was decorated properly, with the boy's favorite color of blue surrounded in the right areas, including the covers and sheets. The child yawned as he lied down on his back.

"Tired, little soldier?" She cooed.

"да(6)." He agreed with a nod.

"Shut your eyes then, Danny." Maddie whispered. The boy obediently did so, falling fast asleep. The chestnut headed female kissed his forehead tenderly, and then quietly left the room.

.:DP:.

The sunlight seeping through the transparent-like baby blue curtains made the one sleepy five-year-old annoyed and grumpy. With a grimace, the little boy arose from the comfort of his bed and walked out of the room.

He was greeted by a slumped Jack sitting carelessly on the couch, watching the television. As soon as the large man saw the boy, he gave a slight grin and called young Danny over to sit next to him. The boy did, if not hesitantly.

"Morning." The cheerful man said.

Curious blue eyes scanned the whole of the living room, a small frown in place. "Ma--?"

"What's that?" The Fenton man gave him a confused stare.

"Mad-die?" The boy tried more clearly.

Realization hit Jack's face. "Oh! You're looking for Mads?" He laughed. "You can call her mommy, you know. Anyway, she went to go pick up your sister. They'll be back soon enough. She left you some breakfast before she left. You want some?" Danny nodded.

Capturing the small hand in his own, Jack escorted the young boy toward the kitchen. An involuntary shiver circulated through the man's body suddenly. Oh, great, he thought tiredly. Surprisingly, Jack became fascinated as he saw the boy shake himself and let out a frost breathe as though he were in the cold.

"You felt that, too, didn't you?" He bent down and whispered in the child's ear. Danny looked back at him, but refused to say anything. "Whatever you see," Jack continued nonetheless, "don't be afraid, okay?" The child nodded.

Just then, the front door opened to reveal Maddie and her redheaded daughter Jazz. The two males spun around to face the other members of the house.

"Looks like our little soldier is awake. Did you guys have breakfast yet?" Asked the concerned young mother.

"We were just on our way to the kitchen." Jack said.

Maddie smiled, then spoke: "Before we eat, let the kids get acquainted." The chestnut haired female brought her attention to Danny. She and Jazz stepped closer. "Danny, this is my daughter Jazz. Jazz," she looked at the seven-year-old, "this is Danny, your new brother."

"Hi," the young girl greeted meekly. The azure eyed boy settled with just waving at her slowly.

"Did you have fun at your friend's house, Jazzypants?" Her father questioned. Jazz smiled at him, and nodded.

"I had loads of fun, Daddy!"

"Well, you tell daddy all about it over pancakes, bacon, and eggs." The children's mother smirked fondly.

The four headed back to the kitchen and engorged themselves to their first meal of the day. While the family sat around at the kitchen table, the two parents watched the kids interact with one another. Jazz was already showing characteristics of being an overprotective big sister. Jack and Maddie couldn't help but chuckle as Danny pouted while Jazz helped him put butter on his pancakes.

After breakfast, Jazz excitedly grabbed the younger child's hand in her own and rushed him into her bedroom. Maddie watched them go and saw them leave their plates unattended. With a sigh, she made herself useful and took the dishware to wash in the sink. Turning on the facet, the young woman gave a startled yelp as arms encircled her shoulders.

Jack came behind her, lazily resting his head on her shoulder. "Need help?" He arms tightened their hold.

Maddie smiled. "How nice of you to notice my anguish, Mr. Fenton. But, thank you, I'm fine." She teased.

The woman continued the task as her husband resumed his embrace. The warm breathe on her neck was making it a bit difficult with the rinsing. Maddie felt disappointment within herself when Jack finally released her, lightly kissing her neck. When she were done washing the dishes, she went to face her husband, the said male had a contemplative look on his face.

"What is it, love?" His wife asked with a hint of worry.

"Nothing much...just, I'm a little concerned about Danny."

"Why's that?"

"Haven't you noticed anything about him?"

The violet eyed female stepped back into the living room with Jack beside her. She quickly assessed his serious question.

"Are you worried that maybe we...?"

Large arms waved erratically in defense. "Oh, no! It's nothing like that. I have just noticed things about him, that's all. They're nothing bad. In fact, I think he might be like us in a way."

Maddie made a noise of understanding. "I wouldn't be surprised, Jack. When I first laid my eyes on him, I just knew he were special. It's almost like an instant pull to him. Could you understand that?"

The joyous feeling man nodded. "Yes, Mads, I can understand."

From the shadows, a lone figure watched the pair converse. Within minutes, the presence stumbled around the house until its mere essence disappeared completely.

.:DP:.

Two weeks went by without a hitch. The time the Fenton family spent with the young Danny was full of tenderness, happiness, and contentment. Besides their normal occupation, the family's favorite pastime was fishing. Several times, Jack had drove them to the river. Danny was, without a doubt, disastrous when it came to the fishing pole.

Laughs were the average occurrence when showing the blue eyed boy how fun life could really be. Since the same routine happened day by day, by the time the couple had to enroll the small boy into kindergarten, it had been bittersweet.

Danny's first day trying to get to school had been exciting but at the same time hectic. The couple had woken up late in the morning; the night before Jack had forgotten to set the alarm clock. The parents had spent the better part of the morning hurriedly getting their kids ready for the day.

The Fentons had been grateful that the early morning traffic wasn't as cluttered as it usually was. After Maddie and Jack had took Jazz to her second grade homeroom in the reddish school building, the two led their raven haired adopted son to the preschool through kindergarten quarters.

Crystalline eyes looked innocently around from the patterned color carpet to the burgundy walls. Danny arrived at the last classroom in the hall, then was introduced to his teacher, an older woman by the name of Mrs. Florence. The educator smiled tenderly at the youth.

"Well, hello, you must be Danny. My name is Mrs. Florence. I'm pleased to meet you." The black headed child stared at her rudely, not uttering a word.

Maddie nudged the boy softly on the shoulder. "Danny," she scolded, "we told you about minding your matters. Say hello."

"Hell-o." The boy muttered rather reluctantly.

"I think you're going to enjoy yourself here, Danny. We are going to do so many fun things together as a class."

Danny looked back at his parents. His mother bent down and hugged him with all the love in the world. His little arms wrapped around her middle section as though he never wanted to let go.

"You be a good boy, okay? Daddy and I will be back to get you later."

"Okay...mom-my." He spoke against her shoulder.

Maddie beamed at the child while Jack was content with ruffling the boy's dark locks. It had been the first time the child had said mommy willingly. After the couple said farewell to their son, Ms. Florence brought Danny into the classroom. The woman had tried to be encouraging, but it was clear to see that the young Fenton wasn't any ordinary child.

The boy refused to engage with any of the other children. He remained by himself and was quite satisfied doing so. Around nine o'clock, the class had begun to a sing and dance lesson accompanied by the melody associated with 'head, shoulders, knees, and toes'.

The raven headed boy hadn't even seemed to acknowledge the fun filled activity let alone participate. If anything, he possessed a sourly indifference to the whole affair. During recess, she witnessed as the boy went on the other side of the playground.

She eyed him curiously and was mildly surprised to see as the boy spread his arms out as though he were flying. He had found a large boulder near the wired fence and had sat down on it comfortably beforehand. It was something quite mesmerizing to watch. The look in the child's piercing blue eyes was a look only someone with great wisdom could hold.

A screech from behind her distracted the teacher from her gaze. Ms. Florence turned around, eyes widening as none other than a baby eagle limped in the middle of the yard. What startled her more was the fact that the creature was able to move around, even with its lessened height.

"What is an eagle doing all the way out here?" One of the other teachers asked cautiously. "I've never seen anything like this before."

Not at all frightened by the eagle's entrance, Danny brought his arms down to his sides and walked over to the baby. He squatted down to take a good look at the animal; he gave a half smile in its wake.

"Муха для меня(7)." The child whispered to it gently.

With a shift of its small wings, the creature flew off into the sky. Gasps and shouts could be heard from all around as the eagle vanished into the horizon. Every person who had saw Danny's display were looking at him with admiration and also a little bit of fear.

"Do you know what he just said?" A male teacher asked Ms. Florence as she stood shell shocked. All she could do was stare and shake her head.

Before you ask, no, I don't know Russian. I am just learning! I had to research a lot and I still don't know if I have it accurate. If not, I do apologize. .:Bows down in forgiveness and respect:.

Hope you enjoyed my first chapter to my new story. It was a fun write, I must say.

Russian translations:

(1) Evil.

(2) Be gone, bad (wrong) people!

(3) This is stupid.

(4) Mean.

(5) Stay back!

(6) Yes.

(7) Fly for me.

R and/or R please. Thank you!