Author Note: Well, it was only a matter of time before I did a DP X Young Justice fic. I'm also working on a rewrite of Clockwork's Apprentice and Psychic (two of my many DP fics). Please review!

~CWA

Title: Conflicted
Summary: He used to be a hero- but that was then, that was before his parents died. Now, he was in Happy Harbor. Now, he was a villain. But when he met a certain team, things started to get a bit…conflicting. Especially when ghosts from his past show up- literally.
Genre: Friendship/Humor
Rated: T
Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Danny Phantom. I do not own nor claim Young Justice. I do own OC- Gear (Gywneth Silvia Gia).
Notes: Danny is about fifteen during the prologue, taking place just before Phantom Planet (which means Phantom Planet did not happen).

Prologue:

Third Person:

Danny thought he could trust his friends, his sister, his parents… He was wrong. He was very very wrong because the first chance they had, they betrayed him. Well, Jazz didn't. Sam didn't. Tucker, however, did. He betrayed him. It was that betrayal that lead him to where he was now, strapped onto an operating table with anti-ghost straps with no hope of escape. The people who captured him? His parents. His very own parents were towering over him with surgical equipment and a mad scientist grin.

"I'm your son," Danny pleaded, "Please! I'm your son!"

"You're ghost scum," Maddie spat, "You are no son of ours."

He never stopped pleading, begging, for them to realize what they were doing, to realize that he was their son, to stop… Even as they cut him open, making fine cuts down his chest to his naval. They never stopped as he screamed, as he cried, as he desperately sobbed for them to stop.

"Your son…" Danny said weakly, "…I'm your…son…"

"We don't have a son," Jack said with narrowed eyes, "Our son died. You are a ghost."

With each vicious word said, Danny winced and his heart seemed to break… He wasn't their son… He was a ghost- a half ghost. He was a freak. He was… nothing.

Flames. That was all he saw when he managed to weakly open his eyes. He just saw the flames making their way into the lab. He closed his eyes, ready to accept his fate. He was going to die. He was okay with that. He had nothing to live for.

"DANNY!"

The door burst down, Jazz, Tucker, and Sam all ran downstairs, coughing up a storm. Danny didn't even have the strength to be surprised or talk. He should have been angry with Tucker, but all Tucker did was speed up what would've happened eventually. Sam ran to his side and he tried to smile. Sam…

"Danny, oh gosh, Danny," she cried as she tried to undo the straps.

He fell weakly as soon as he was freed. Sam and Jazz kept him study as Tucker continued to cough.

"Danny, I… I didn't… I mean…"

"It's okay," Danny coughed, wincing when he saw a bit of his blood hit the floor.

The floor was already covered in enough of his blood. His blood was actually everywhere- on his face, his chest, the remains of his suit, on the tools… He shivered and winced as it sent another shiver of pain through him. Sam tightened her grip around him slightly as she and Jazz led him up the stairs. Tucker walked in front of them, coughing, trying to knock down any debris in their way.

The building was collapsing around them and he desperately wished he as strong enough to use his powers- to transform into Phantom, to use his intangibility, flight, anything. He should be the one to protect them, not the other way around. He screamed as Tucker got caught under a piece of debris. He fought to get to his best friend, going against Sam and Jazz's protests.

"Tuck," Danny called out.

Sam's grip tightened on him as Jazz let go to help Tucker.

"Danny," Sam said, coughing slightly, "We've got to go. Jazz will get him."

"But-"

"-No Buts!"

Sam used all her strength to push Danny away from Tucker and Jazz. She faced forward and he was still facing back, almost leaning over her shoulder. He cried out again as he saw the flames consume Tucker and Jazz- the debris finally silencing them. Tears were already forming in his eyes and he could feel the flames burning his skin.

He didn't even notice the piece of wood falling towards him and Sam until Sam pushed him away roughly, causing him to hit the ground a few feet away and watch as the wood pierced her chest.

"SAM!"

Daniel Jack Fenton- one of the survivors of the Great Amity Fire. Surviving it simply because (according to the statements from his parents a week before the fire), he was out of town. He was just on his way back in when the explosion started- at least, that was what the News said. In a way, it worked to his favor. The explosion helped form an excuse for all his injuries when the ambulances and police from nearby towns showed up. It gave him an excuse to not want to talk about his family when the press asked. It gave him an excuse to simply disappear shortly after the accident.

The Great Amity Fire- nicknamed the Amity Horror- had reportedly started at the Fenton home, caused by a faulty gas line. At least according to official records. There were some rumors that the fire was started by the local town 'menace' Phantom, who had allegedly became sick of the whole town hating him, or at least he wanted the ghost hunters taken care of.

The fire set the house ablaze, killing Jack Fenton and Madeline Fenton as well as Jasmine Fenton along with their two guests at the time- Samantha Manson and Tucker Foley. The fire then spread and destroyed half of the town. The fire itself wasn't much of an issue, even if it burned down many homes. The problem was when the fire reached the laboratory of the Fenton home. The explosion set off an even bigger fire. It was once it reached Axon Labs that it was an even bigger issue. The heat caused a chemical reaction that caused an explosion that few were able to survive.

Even Danny didn't escape the explosion. He still got hit pretty badly, getting burned on his face and arms. A nasty scar, nastier than the Y shaped one on his chest, stretched from his torso to his neck, about an inch or two thick, from the flames.

It was a miracle he survived, but he wished he didn't.

His fists tightened. He knew so many people were blaming Phantom and in a way, he blamed himself too. But this whole incident proved just one thing. He wasn't a hero. He couldn't save Jazz, Tucker, Sam, or even the whole town. They thought he was a menace anyway…

So perhaps it was time for him to actually become the menace everyone thought he was.