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ibelieveinahappilyeverafter · 4 years

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Writing Commission - memories were made to be forgotten (but you weren’t)

Hello! Back at it again with another writing commission I did - and this one is for Danny Phantom and Father Time (which is father/son Danny and Clockwork). I hope you guys enjoy it! (Dear Danny Phantom Truce Partner, I promise I will get you story finished soon, please don’t hate me.)

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Summary: Danny Fenton was friends with a ghost named Clockwork; a ghost that could control time. It sounded cool, when he thought about it, but the problem was that Danny had absolutely no memory of ever being friends with a ghost. He may have been fourteen, and, admittedly, yes, he had gotten himself zapped by his parent’s Ghost Portal last week, but he wasn’t an idiot. Who actually believed someone when they told them they had amnesia, after all?

Fandom: Danny Phantom

Relationship: Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom & Clockwork

Characters: Danny Fenton | Danny Phantom, Clockwork

Rating: Teen Audiences

Word Count: 3,472

Transaction Amount: $10 (USD)

memories were made to be forgotten (but you weren’t)

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Danny Fenton had, like every bored teenager before him who had too much free time during study hall, daydreamed unlikely possible scenario after unlikely possible scenario to try and alleviate at least some boredom until it was time for lunch. Nowhere in his daydreamed scenarios, however, had Danny imagined that he would be held captive by a ghost called the Master of Time who claimed that Danny had amnesia and that they were actually ‘good friends.’ Danny may not have been the top of his class, but he had seen basic safety videos like every other fourth grader.

He had also been brought up on his parents and their research and stories and knew how dangerous ghosts, and anything associated with them, could be. Danny had learned that well enough last week after his parents’ Ghost Portal and his… accident with it. He hadn’t gotten in trouble for it, though, and he was perfectly healthy, so he was taking that as a win!

No, the real trouble for him was the fact that he was facing down a ghost after waking up somewhere he had never seen before with absolutely no memory of why he was there or what he was doing or what was going on. His parents, his sister, his friends, absolutely no one was nearby, so that left Danny to try and bullshit his way out of the situation as best he could because otherwise he was probably going to be the next ghost his parents studied.

“Look, man, I’m not saying I don’t believe you, here, but…” There was absolutely no way Danny believed a single word out of the ghost’s mouth. Really, though? Him? Friends with a ghost who claimed to be able to control time? As if. “Look, it’s, uh, it’s cool, and all, I guess, to know that ghosts are real, but are you sure you don’t want to talk to my parents or something about all of this?”

“Well,” the ghost said – ‘Clockwork’ he had said his name was, which, right, totally fake name. “At least you haven’t lost all of your memories… Can you tell me the last thing you remember, Daniel?”

Danny immediately made a face, because Daniel, before shaking his head, denial and a refusal to answer anything at the tip of his tongue before he paused and thought that maybe arguing with a ghost wasn’t the best of ideas. He would just have to comply until his parents rescued him, although… It could take them a while to notice he was missing…

Gathering his thoughts and shoving down his panic with enough force to make him feel exhausted already, Danny crossed his arms. “I remember I was just sitting in my room, er, doing homework, and then suddenly I wake up here.” At least, if anyone asked him he had been doing his homework. “You know. Kidnapped. And in danger-”

“Daniel, if I wanted to harm you then you would already be dead.” That was supposed to reassure him?! “The fact that you are here, unharmed and not even bound, should, at the very least, dissuade you from the idea that you’ve been abducted, yes?” Oh, god, this ghost was worse than his sister.

“Yeah, so, uh, I understood all of those words separately and junk, but-” Danny cut himself off as he saw the ghost moving towards him. Danny’s immediate reaction was to raise his arms, squeeze his eyes shut, and pray for a miracle, but instead he felt his body move before he could even think, rapidly stepping back and to the side and dropping into one of the defensive positions that he half-remembered his mom maybe teaching him years and years ago.

The ghost stared at him, looking as caught off guard as Danny felt before he was moving back and away from him, looking at him curiously and oh, god, Danny hated when people looked at him like that. It meant they were studying him. Maybe Danny could pretend he was just… stretching?

Before he could rush to defend himself with an excuse, though, Clockwork made a soft, curious noise, “Only the memories, then, but not the instincts…” Oh, god, Danny was in a horror movie about to be sacrificed or cut to ribbons, wasn’t he?

After dropping his… whatever he had been doing, Danny moved jerkily a few feet away, at least getting a piece of furniture between them as if that would help matters. “Look, just… what do you even need me for?”

“Ah, I had wondered if that paranoia of yours was developed or innate.” Was- Was the ghost taking shots at him after kidnapping him? What a jerk. Danny would be so glad when someone showed up with some kind of plan to get him out of there - hopefully soon. “If you’ll recall, I informed you that we have a positive relationship and you have amnesia. It’s safest for you here-”

“Why would it be safe here and not with my family?! Or in a hospital?!” Actually, Danny should definitely be in a hospital if he had amnesia or something, so the fact he wasn’t meant this ghost was definitely lying. “No offense, but I’m not a big fan of believing in something that’s obviously a lie. Now let me go.”

The last few words echoed for a few seconds, Danny trying to keep his glare up as mentally he panicked because what had just happened with his voice? Instead of even so much as cracking, which Danny admitted, at least to himself, sometimes happened when he was emotional, his voice sounded like it had gotten deeper and it sounded… menacing. Like Danny could actually back up whatever threats he made - a good thing, but also a weird thing.

“Daniel,” Clockwork sighed, sharp and tired, as he met his gaze with a frown, moving forward again. “I only have your best interests in mind.” The ghost hadn’t even fully finished talking before Danny was scrambling back and grasping at something - anything - to protect himself because he was suddenly filled with the overwhelming urge that words like that only came before pain and-

It was as sudden and shocking as the Fenton portal had been, Danny feeling like the breath had been stolen straight from his lungs as ice crawled through his veins, something in him building and building before snapping out, Danny staring with wide eyes at the sudden dome-shaped wall of green that appeared between him and the ghost who looked as surprised as he did.

“Well, I suppose that’s proof enough that your memories were merely suppressed instead of erased altogether,” Clockwork said cheerfully, as if Danny hadn’t just- Just- He didn’t know! Danny didn’t know what he had done, but suddenly there was this thing between him and Clockwork and Danny somehow knew, with everything in him, that he had caused it and how had he done that? “Daniel…?”

“I just…” Danny stared at the green-tinged ghost, just on the other side of the shield, or wall, or something that Danny had made. “I… What did I just do?”

Looking down at his hands, because he somehow really had done that, Danny froze at seeing he was wearing gloves where a second ago there had been nothing. What’s more, he realized, the gloves were a pure, bright white that looked to be glowing and, after twitching his fingers, Danny realized they were his hands. They also weren’t the only thing that had changed.

While Danny didn’t exactly have a mirror to look in, he didn’t need one to see that everything he was wearing was different. Whereas before he had been wearing jeans and one of his shirts, now he was wearing what looked like one of his parent’s hazmat suits only it was pure black with white boots and it, like the gloves, were glowing a soft white.

“What…” Danny swallowed sharply, looking back up at the green thing he had made that slowly seemed to fizzle out and fade away to reveal Clockwork staring at him as if afraid of him. “What happened to me? What did you do to me?”

Clockwork was silent for a moment - which meant he was thinking up a lie Danny would believe. Well, if Clockwork thought that was gonna work on him, then he had another thing coming because everything was- It was insane. “Daniel… do you remember your parents’ portal and possibly an accident involving it?”

“I- Hang on, what?” Danny blinked, some of his panic draining out of him at the question that had taken him completely off guard. “How… how did you know about that?” Because no one should have really known about that. Yeah, sure, his family technically knew, but his friends had been the only ones to be there.

“Well,” Clockwork chuckled, as if Danny wasn’t questioning everything he thought he had known about the world. “I did introduce myself as someone close to you, didn’t I? You’ve talked to me of that incident yourself, Daniel.”

“Yeah, nice try, buddy,” Danny scoffed, shivering as something about his voice sounded wrong. It sounded like it had… echoed. “You-” What was wrong with his voice? “You introduced yourself as the Master of Time. No way you didn’t use some weird ghost power to see what happened yourself because there’s no way I would ever trust a ghost.”

Clockwork sighed, something fond and amused as if this was all some sort of game to him. “You were very untrusting at this age, weren’t you?”

Danny felt a spike of anger because was this guy fucking serious?! Danny was stuck in a place that he had never seen and had been kidnapped by a fucking ghost! This was the opposite of just simply being ‘untrusting.’ “If you think for one second that I would ever trust you, then you don’t know me at all.”

What broke up the suddenly tense silence between them wasn’t Clockwork, but a loud snapping sound that reminded Danny of ice breaking and cracking near the beginning and end of winter. It also sounded like it had come from him, and Danny couldn’t help his startled glance down, eyes wide as he saw that ice had formed around him.

Except… Saying that ice had formed around him seemed too simple. No, instead it looked like it was coming from Danny, ice rapidly spreading out from around his feet as frost climbed up his arms in spirals and loops that almost distracted him from the fact the ice at his feet acted as a mirror. He half wished that it had distracted him completely, but instead Danny was staring down at what was basically a mirror that showed he… didn’t look like Danny Fenton.

His eyes were flickering between a toxic green color and a bright, icy blue and his hair- His hair was a bright snow white that matched the frost crawling up his arms; frost that was starting to spiral and wrap around his shoulders and sides.

“I’m…” The glow around him wasn’t from the suit, Danny realized slowly, and then all at once; as bad things always were. “I’m a…” It was from him. The glowing, the ice and snow, the shield, all of it had come from him.

Snapping his head up, Danny looked at Clockwork, hating how his voice came out weak and scared, but unable to help his question of, “Am I dead?”

“What?” Clockwork blinked, as if surprised Danny would ask that and maybe that was why Clockwork thought Danny trusted him if he really had lost his memories; because he was a ghost, too. “No- No, no, no, Daniel, you aren’t dead-”

“Don’t lie to me!” Danny shouted, hating at how the sound was almost a scream more than anything else. “I’m- Look at me! I’m a ghost, and I don’t know what kind of world you’re living in, pal, but if I’m a ghost then I-”

Danny’s words tangled around a hitch of breath, the realization hitting that… he had died. That was the only explanation as to what had happened to him. He had somehow died and become a ghost and maybe he really had lost his memories or this ghost was just trying to use him, but either way he had died.

“Daniel.” There was something in Clockwork’s voice, something soft and caring and enticing enough that Danny found himself looking at him before he could realize it. The ghost’s expression matched his voice. “Daniel, if you believe nothing else I say to you, then believe this. You are not dead.”

“But I’m…” The words died on his tongue, Danny to scared to say them. It was obvious enough what he had been about to say, though, Danny thrusting his hands out as if to emphasize the point. Spirals of frost had near overtaken his body, at that point, and the ice cracked again as it grew more at his feet. For the first time in a very long time Danny realized he was absolutely terrified.

“You, Daniel James Fenton, are something very different,” Clockwork said gently, floating a few inches closer slowly and gently. “Listen carefully to me?” It sounded like an order as much as it did a request, but something about the way it was said had Danny nodding shakily, latching onto the words as if they could make him stop feeling like he couldn’t breathe- Could he breathe? Did he need to?

Clockwork nodded back, voice still soft, “Thank you. Now, you don’t have to close your eyes, but it might help with what I’m about to tell you to do. There should be this feeling of warmth in your chest, somewhere close to your heart. Do you feel it?”

Danny opened and closed his mouth, hundreds of arguments and words dying in the back of his throat before he shivered as he felt the frost reach the back of his neck. It started to look and feel more like ice than it did frost, and it was terrifying enough that Danny shut his eyes on instinct.

“Ssh, it’s alright, Daniel. You’re alright.” Years and years of his parents’ lessons screamed at him to not trust a thing the ghost in front of him said, but something deeper had Danny relaxing just the smallest amount, even as he hated himself for it. “Do you feel that warmth?”

“I…” Danny didn’t open his eyes, terrified at the spreading feeling of ice, but he did try to feel for whatever Clockwork was telling him about. A feeling of warmth near his heart sounded impossible with how cold he felt, but slowly, slowly and surely and deeply, Danny felt something inside of him that he could call nothing but warmth. “I think I do.”

“Good. That’s good.” Clockwork’s voice was still soft, and something about it made Danny think he was relieved. “I want you to visualize yourself holding that warmth and then clutching it with both hands. Do you think you can do that?”

He wanted Danny to what? “I- I can try?” Even if nothing happened it was still a distraction from whatever was happening to him and, well, how hard could it be? Danny was good at daydreaming, after all, and it was easy enough to picture that feeling of warmth as if it were a small, glowing ball - something orange, maybe. It would be something orange and yellow with maybe a few red tones thrown it.

Danny could picture holding something like that easily enough, and while it did take some focus, he could picture clutching it within both of his hands and squeezing-

Danny’s eyes snapped open as he felt the warmth suddenly crash over him like a bucket of hot water, bright light flashing in front of him and forcing him to blink his eyes quickly before he looked down and saw the ice that had been climbing up his body was gone. The suit or whatever he had been wearing, as well as the glow, were also gone, leaving nothing but human skin and his typical outfit of jeans and a t-shirt. “I’m…”

“You’re not dead, Daniel, and you are also not a ghost - at least, not quite,” Clockwork laughed, something in his tone that made Danny think he really had been worried for him. Looking up, and slightly startled at seeing Clockwork so much closer, Danny stared at the hand that was held out to him.

Danny took it hesitantly, surprised when Clockwork pulled him forward and out and away from the pile of ice that had been building up around his feet. “Did I… really cause all of that?” It looked like that one small part of the room had gone through winter itself, covered in ice and bits of snow.

“It’s a long, long story,” Clockwork chuckled, this time his laugh soft and barely there before he was moving Danny’s hand, gently, to rest over Danny’s wrist. “You know how to find your pulse?”

“Yeah, of course I do,” Danny frowned, fingers searching out his pulse absently for a few seconds before he was nodding to himself as he found it. “See? It’s right…” Danny trailed off, blinking as he realized that he had a pulse. To have a pulse, though, he needed to be alive, which meant he wasn’t- He wasn’t dead. “I have a pulse.”

“You have a pulse,” Clockwork confirmed, smile flicking into something larger for a moment. “Do you still believe you’re dead, then?”

“I mean, it feels slower than it probably should, but, uh… it’s still there,” Danny admitted, letting his hands drop to his sides as he stared at Clockwork, who had just helped him through what would probably become a metaphor for a panic attack. “So, you, uh… You really aren’t here to hurt me or anything?”

“No, Daniel,” Clockwork said, slowly and gently setting a hand on his shoulder. It felt familiar. It felt nice. “I’m here to help you if you can finally believe that.”

Danny would never be able to explain it to himself or anyone else later if he tried, but in that moment the only thing he could think to do was rush forward and throw his arms around Clockwork, hugging him tightly as his hands buried in the cloak like it was second nature.

Clockwork, on his part, didn’t even hesitate, arms sliding around him in return and making him feel safe. “I know this is difficult for you, Daniel, but you will be safe. You’ve lost quite a few of your memories, but we, both myself and your friends, are working hard on getting them back for you. I imagine it can’t be easy to believe me… but can you try?”

“I…” Danny swallowed, feeling his throat working in silence for a few moments before he pushed himself back just enough to see Clockwork’s face. Danny couldn’t see a trace of a lie or anything else. If anything, Clockwork looked more worried than Danny did. “I don’t believe you, but…”

This was someone he knew. Now that his panic and fear had faded away, Danny could tell that this was truly someone he knew; someone who cared for him and wanted to help him. That- That had to be more than enough, right?

“I don’t believe you,” Danny said more firmly, hands clutching tightly at the other’s cloak. “But I trust you.” It was the first thing Danny had said that felt true to him. “Is that enough for right now?”

“Oh, Daniel…” Clockwork said his name softly, like it was something important. “That is… That is more than enough, Daniel.”

Danny smiled, ducking back in to hug Clockwork tightly for another minute before he finally cleared his throat and stepped back out of the, admittedly nice, hug. “Okay- Okay! So, uh, obviously this is pretty crazy and weird, so can you maybe explain a bit more about that whole amnesia thing and maybe why I can do that?” Danny asked, gesturing towards the pile of ice that didn’t look like it would be melting anytime soon.

Something he said must have been funny because Clockwork was laughing, but he did lean forward to ruffle Danny’s hair in a motion that felt as familiar as the hug he had given him. “Yes, Daniel, I can explain why you can do that. It might take a while, though.”

“Good thing you’re the Master of Time and all that, then,” Danny joked, staring at Clockwork and giving a wider smile because, well, maybe ghosts weren’t as bad as his parents had made them out to be.

Somehow, Danny thought to himself, even if these supposed memories of his never came back, well… He had a feeling that everything would be okay.

It was a good feeling.

#danny phantom #clockwork #father time #danny fenton #my writing #original #couldn't think of that many tags for this one #but dang do i love writing danny and clockwork stuff #kind of wished i had the time and space to do more with this one #but meh #i'm pleased with what came from it

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phantomphangphucker · 5 years

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To Chase A Rabbits Tale - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @frootysparkycakes Prompt: Bonding with the parents, whether they know the secret or not is up to you. Summary: A new generation of ghost hunter was living right under their nose but their views are so very different.

Warning: mild injury used as a catalyst

“Well, this is no fun, no fun at all”, looking back from his chest to the mirror. Snickering at his reflection, “I look like I got jumped on by cleats shaped like rabbits”. Rummaging through the cupboard he quickly finds they’re all out of bandaging and he knows he’s used up his supply. Tilting his head back dramatically he groans, as he heads downstairs for the backup supplies.

He continues down the stairs like that, head tilted back, Maddie eyes him confused, as he walks straight into a wall. Jerking his head up he also slams that into the wall. Staggering back and rubbing his forehead he’s about to phase through the wall as Maddie chuckles, “this is why you have so many bruises, you really should look where you’re going, sweetie”. Danny blinks at her a few times before sheepishly rubbing his neck. Maddie puts down her cup as she goes to speak, “what you up to so late? Surely not to get food? You ate quite a lot for super.”. Shrugging he comes up with the best lie he can on the spot, “just getting a glass of water, dry throat”.

“Oh well, they’re all up on the top shelf now, needed more room for all that discounted fudge”. Maddie shakes her head fondly as she remembers Jacks excitement. While Danny opens up the cupboard doors and reaches up for a cup, pulling up the side of his shirt thus revealing his injured and unbandaged torso. “Danny, sweetie, do you think you can explain why your side looks like it was set on fire and used as a pin cushion?”.

Danny, startled, jerks his hand down smashing the cup on the ledge. Lifting his hand up, still holding the handle, he stares at the cup handle. “Wow, even I think I’m a dumbass for that.”. Shaking his head he turns to his mom. “You know how science classes can be, accidents happen. And you know how accident prone I am”. Maddie raises an eyebrow at him, clearly not entirely believing him.

“Something tells me you didn’t come down for water Danny. Those don’t even look like they’ve been treated.”, Maddie gets up to grab the spare medical supplies and points Danny to a chair. “Now I know you boys don’t usually like accepting help from a lady but I have researchers hands. I will be patching you up and kissing you all better”.

Danny shudders, “Ew! And I’m sure I can handle it myself. I’m not a little boy anymore”. Maddie shakes her head at the son who’s become so distant and accident-prone over the past years. “Nonsense, I’m your mom and I will fix you up. Now shirt off, no need to be self-conscious.”, Maddie giggles to herself at how he always seemed so aware of anyone’s eyes on him and was never caught bare-chested. Danny reluctantly pulls off his shirt, seeing no way out of this particular mess and knowing full well that by human standards his chest looks awful. Looking to the doorway as he waits for his mom’s response to the damage.

“Danny, this is way beyond anything that could happen in class and you’re telling me you didn’t even go to the nurse?”. Maddie shakes her head worriedly as she inspects his skin, slowly dabbing antiseptic on the holes. As she moves on to apply the burn cream she speaks up again, “these are going to need stitching, it’s far too late to get tolerable service from a doctor and I won’t have some sleep-deprived nurse helping you.”.

Danny snaps his head to her, getting what she’s implying instantly. “Uh, no, I, um, I’m sure it’ll heal on its own or whatever”. Earning a glare from his mom as she grabs a headlamp and medical thread. “No, it will not, Danny. This needs to be stitched up, it needed to be stitched up hours ago. You’ll be lucky to not have nasty scars”.

“Uh”, is all Danny’s able to get out, as she turns on the headlight and sees Danny’s chest for the first time in years. It’s peppered by a myriad of different scars. Varying from what could pass as a cat scratch to angry gashes. Maddie’s hand goes to her mouth as she gasps, “how? How have you gotten all this? You had almost none of this when you started Highschool? How did you get all this in so little time? Danny, what is going on with you?”.

“Clumsy?”, Danny attempts to save face, weakly, and it’s obvious from Maddie’s don’t-bullshit-me-face that she’s not buying it. Sighing and rubbing his neck, still going for something that won’t completely out him, “there are ghost attacks constantly, I’m not the best dodger”.

“Sweetie, we get maybe one to three a week. You would have to be at everyone to get this many injuries or be not dodging at all. I’ve seen you out run, out jump and generally out maneuver many things. Ghosts included. You can move like an energetic rabbit so I know you aren’t defenceless, your filling out figure makes that even more clear”. Pulling up a chair, she sits down across from her son; headlight turned off. “So please, can’t you give me the truth?”

Danny stares down at his hands and fiddles with his fingers, debating what to do. “I mean, I guess, with the bombed C.A.T. I don’t have much future other than this.”. Danny is mostly muttering to himself but Maddie nudges him to keep talking. “Well, there’s a lot more than one to three a week. It’s more like one to three a day”.

“Danny, are you sure? I think we’d notice that?”.

“Yeah, it’s usually dealt with pretty quickly and uh, well, people just wait on Phantom instead of calling for help”. His mom shakes her head unimpressed with Amity’s fondness for the ghost. “Even if that’s the case, which I’m not sure I believe. That doesn’t explain this, Danny?”, gesturing to his chest.

Danny frowns and shakes his head at her, “I guess the apple really doesn’t fall far from the tree, simply put I’m fighting them”. Maddie looks shocked, worried and proud all at the same time, “Danny, while you know I’d be proud of any Fenton partaking in the family business there’s no way you should be getting this badly hurt. We’ve been-” Danny cuts her off. “How many fights have you fought? I know you and this whole family really have been hunters for a long time. But I’m lucky to go a day without a fight, I know it’s not so frequent for you guys otherwise you’d brag about it. But it’s ok, I guess you could say it’s a calling or whatever”.

Maddie raising her eyebrows at his usual show of boldness “a calling? That is very Fenton of you. Though you never seemed interested in any of our science or weapons before. Hell, you seem bound and determined to ignore it.”. Danny crosses his arms, rubbing against his wounds but not so much as flinching; which shows to Maddie just how used to injuries he is. “That’s because I am, I don’t agree with you on things. Most things actually.”

“Why not? I mean, I’m glad to swap any theories, Danny. But most of our research?”, Maddie is mostly curious and increasingly interested to know just what her aloof son could know that she doesn’t.

“Um, experience? I never really approach unfamiliar ghosts with anything other than curiosity. I’m just as likely to play fetch with a ghost dog as I am to punch Skulker in the face. Basically ghost aren’t evil, they have feelings; some are just dicks” Danny pauses for a beat as Maddie’s eye bulge out of her head. “And then there’s the Box Ghost, whom I think just likes getting beat up at this point”.

“That’s incredibly dangerous but everything to do with ghost hunting is. I can’t say I agree with you but I’m willing to hear what reasons you’ve found, to make you feel that way about ghost nature”. Danny blinks his eyes in shock at that, “wow a lot sure has changed over the years then”. Shaking his head, “Sorry it’s just I could have never imagined you’d ever be willing to hear it”. Maddie nods softly, “yes, I’ll admit me and your father have been a bit stuck in our ways but you’re our son. You have a good sense in that head of yours and Phantoms’ existence alone has made us both question our work. So we’re both more open to any new perspectives now”.

Danny smiles fondly, proud to hear her admit to that, “simply put I talk to them, I learn their history, and I pay attention to them. I don’t or didn’t back when this started, go in with any preconceived opinions. I went in treating them as I would any human. There are very little differences outside of powers it seems. I’ve more or less decided people view them negatively out of fear of what’s different and powerful”.

Maddie shakes her head but smiles, “how could you though? They don’t have organs or heartbeats? They’re all so violent”. She then remembers Danny’s injuries, moving to pick up the need and thread, “something tells me you can keep talking as I stitch you up? Because regardless of how tough you think you are you need it”.

Danny laughs lightly, “yeah, and honestly what they’re made of means nothing to me; why would it? As for violent, no most aren’t. It’s just that the violent ones and the ones who like to mess around are the ones who actually leave the zone”. Maddie has already sewn two shut without so much as a jerk or stutter from Danny. “How would you even know that?” Maddie asks as Jack walks in.

“Maybe he found a fudge loving ghost and swapped for information?” Jack smiles goofily as he notices the broken cup. Forgoing cleaning up the mess to instead focus on the ghost conversation his son has never been willing to have before, he sits down. He frowns when he sees how Dannys’ chest looks and what Maddie’s doing, “while I’m ecstatic on hearing Danny boy talk about ghosts, how are you not bleeding?”. Maddie blinks as she realises that she completely forgot that he really should be. While Danny chuckles, “they’re probably over old scars and I’ve healed up a bit”. He honestly hopes Maddie doesn’t notice that they’ve healed way more than they should have while he’s been talking.

“I’m not sure how I feel about that sweetie, but since you’ve admitted to being a hunter. Which I am proud of. I’m guessing it was a ghost that did this?” Maddie eyes him encouragingly and pleadingly. Knowing full well how often he must have lied to cover all these old wounds, which she now knows is from ghost hunting.

Danny rubs his neck and after thinking for a bit, he shrugs. “Skulker was a bit excitable about his new weapon, he just had to show me and demonstrate it. I’m judging him heavily for the bunny imagery”, he’s genuinely snickering now.

“Wow our boy laughs in the face of danger! I always wanted to see the day”, Jack claps his hands together gleefully. Which earns, even more, laughs from Danny, since he’s done that every day since the accident. Smirking, “I expect as much from him. Hunters love to show off their new weapons”, which earns confused looks from his parents. While Danny fondly reminisces on how he would get over each new power, aka his weapons. He’ll also admit to honestly feeling a little proud every time Skulker has something genuinely new.

“You fought a ghost hunter or a ghost who's a hunter?” Maddie asks and Jack adds on, “a ghost who was a ghost hunter?”. Danny shakes his head, laughing a little, “he’s a ghost who was a poacher in life. He collects rare things and fights what he deems worthy opponents. So the only ones he bothers within Amity is me and Red, I’m his main target though”. Danny puffs his chest out a little, he won’t claim that knowledge doesn’t boost his ego some.

Though Jack looks genuinely offended by this but Maddie’s the one to talk, “why are you, a child ghost hunter, being the target rather than the adults? Are you really that good at this Danny?”. Jacks eyes go wide and he starts bouncing excitedly, “what’s your favourite weapon! Do you carry good snacks to refuel!”

“There first time we met I tricked him into being beaten by a gorilla. His suit is permanently hacked, making him do random things all the time because of me. And his girlfriend gives him shit for not being able to catch me. We have history”. Maddie and Jack are both shocked, Jacks previous excited questions forgotten. Maddie moves first getting up to put away the threading. She returns with bandaging, which Danny doesn’t put up a fight about; that was what he came down for after all.

“Yeah, I guess after all that anyone would have beef! But ghost can seriously date? Love?” Jack questions, more open than Maddie who’s starting incredulously at Danny. Danny nods, “he’s with Ember. The Box Ghost has a thing for The Lunch Lady and I have it on good account their kid will be named Box Lunch. Kitty and Johnny are basically joined at the hip. So yeah they date and they can love”.

Maddie looks a little frazzled, “just how many do you know by name? And kids? That shouldn’t be possible?”. Danny laughs, “I know most by name, all the ones that come to Amity for sure”. Danny starts listing off, on his fingers, the different ghost that frequently show in Amity. Much to his parents' shock, which for Jack quickly becomes glee.

“He knows so much Mads! He must be a little, or well big, researcher!” Jack grins wide at the idea of getting to do research with his apparently-interested-in-ghosts-now son. But also equally interested to know everything he’s found out on his own. “You might as well tell him your most impressive research thing to appease him.”, Maddie sighs at Danny as she finishes wrapping his chest and tosses his shirt back at him.

“I don’t really research, I just talk while fighting. Most ghosts are pretty liberal with information if you give them a chance to say it. Mapping is the only real research I’ve done I’d say.” Danny finishes with a shrug and scratches at the base of the bandaging before sliding his shirt back on. Jack tilts his head, “mapping? Mapping what?”.

Danny blinks and mentally slaps himself, knowing full well that he’ll have to explain the zone now, “the GZ, I guessing in the name of honesty I might as well admit that I’ve, well, mapped out the entire place”. Both of them gape at him, “You actually went inside? What does it look like?”. “Please tell me you were wearing a hazmat at least, sweetie?”, they speak at the same time and Danny snickers to himself. “Yes it’s very green and there are floating doors and islands everywhere. And yes, mom, I’m safe about it. Though if you’re going to go in yourselves, stay the hell away from the big white prison place”.

“There’s a ghost prison?!” Jack nearly shouts animatedly while Maddie sighs, “you really do know a lot that we don’t”. Danny nods at them, “the man who runs it has a grudge against me since I staged a prison break. His rules a pretty extreme but it’s not like human prison. He considers anything from the “real world” to be illegal, having them is illegal to him.”

“You went to prison?”. “You break out of prison? Awesome!”, again they speak at the same time. Danny chuckles and nods, “like I said “real world” stuff is illegal in his mind. So if you have “real world” items and he sees, he goes all jerky above-everyone-else cop”.

Danny gets up and stretches nonchalantly as his parents' faces are mixtures of shock and pleasure. Making himself some coffee and offering them some, which they take. Getting him and his dad cups, that he doesn’t break this time, and grabbing his moms off the table. He sits back down, drinks in tow, as Jack pipes up. Having remembered his previously forgotten question, “So favourite weapons? I can’t wait to see your aim! Do you use our stuff or are you making your own?”. Maddie also looks interested in his answer. Problem is, he doesn’t really have one.

“I’ve used some of your stuff, yeah. And these hands I guess”, Danny does mild jazz-hands hoping they don’t question him about not using “weapons”. Maddie stares at him, partly worried and partly impressed. While Jack is clearly far more impressed, “You punch them? That is so ballsy! Here I thought you were a softy!”. Jack reaches across the table to give Danny's’ muscular arm an impressed smack.

“How could that even work though? You’d need anti-ghost gloves or something?” Maddie is clearly trying to figure out how this would work but Danny is not going to tell her his hands basically are anti-ghosts gloves. “Punching, kicking, explosive hot sauce packets, a lucky rabbits foot. I’m creative and I more or less make shit up.”, Danny says with a shrug.

“No wonder you get hurt so much!”, Maddie shakes her head. Danny just shrugs, “eh it adds to my overall look at this point. I’m pretty sure I could yank off my shirt and get most folks to just back off”. Maddie laughs, “you shouldn’t be trying to be scary, that’s so ghostly”. While Jack laughs heartily, “maybe he’ll start scaring the ghosts away! Wouldn’t that be something!”.

Danny rubs his neck exaggeratedly, “I already do, actually. Many won’t cause problems while they’re here to avoid catching these hands. Others, it’s out of respect”. Jack seems absolutely thrilled at this news, while Maddie is a bit stunned that her son seems to not only be respected by but also respects ghosts himself.

“Mads our kid’s a little prodigy!” Turning to Danny, “ghosts afraid of a Fenton! That’s how it should be!”. Danny smiles awkwardly as he knows that it’s because of Phantom, not Fenton. Sure ghost treat him the same way regardless of form but to them, he was Phantom not Fenton.

“I would have thought all they’d respect is ghostly power not a, apparently skilled, hunter”, Maddie smiles. “Guess you really must have had a lot of interactions with them”, she finishes as Jack goes to interject. “Oh yeah! You must have some crazy decontamination process to get rid of all the lingering ghostly energies?”, at this Danny blinks as a possible explanation that might just reason away some of his weirdness comes to mind.

“Uh nope, I can’t say I even consider it harmful. Though I guess it could be considered annoying around ghost detection stuff.”, both go wide-eyed as Jack internally cheers. “So our stuff isn’t broken? It all works? All the lingering ghost on you just sets it off? That’s fantastic news!”, Jack is borderline giddy while Maddie is just concerned. “Sweetie, how do you know that’s not harmful for you? And it doesn’t bother you registering as ghostly to devices?”, Danny chuckles, as it sure has been a bother but he couldn’t actually change that and he didn’t really want to. “I’m positive yes, I’m not the only kid at school whose turned out to be a good hunter. None of them bother with decontamination either”. Shrugging he continues, “sure it can be annoying but all that decontamination stuff is far more so. Plus ghosts care more about something that’s a little like them than not. So it plays into the whole, they respect or fear me thing”.

Jack is even more excited now, “a whole new generation! Even if you do it differently. Do the others all set off ghost stuff like this too?”. Maddie nods curious as well, because if they do they’ll have to make adjustments to all their equipment. Danny is already excluded but these others will have to be too.

“I do more than the others but we do work together sometimes. You don’t have to worry about them setting things off though”, Danny opts to go for vague not wanting to reveal exactly who they are. Then, attempting for a reasonable excuse as to why they won’t set off ghost detectors, “the others aren’t so up close and physical about what they do. More distance fighters, I guess”. Maddie raises an eyebrow at him, “well I imagine there does need to be a variety, you can’t win every battle the same way”. Pausing for a beat before she continues, “one of them is that red-suited hunter isn’t it?”. Danny locks eyes with her commandingly to show her he means what he’s about to say, “that’s supposed to be a secret and I’m not in the business of spilling others secrets”. Both of them blinked, caught off guard but nod understandingly.

“You’ve always been secretive as of late, so it makes sense you would keep others secrets as well”, Maddie sighs but she’s honestly proud and Danny can see that. “With that performance, I can easily see how you could be fearsome! I never knew you could be so bold Danny boy!”, Jack can’t help but imagine Danny barking orders and then combining that with his now physically imposing stature.

“Just don’t start bearing your teeth or using claw weapons”, Maddie laughs a bit loudly before continuing. “Fighting them so physically and carrying their energy already makes you too ghostly like”. Danny can’t help but laugh with her at that, though he'll have to keep in mind to not bare his teeth when he’s feeling aggressive; when they could possibly see him doing it at least. He’s not surprised he’s started doing that but he doesn’t want them more suspicious of him.

Danny smirks as his parents finally decide to go to bed, with promises of seeing just what he can do with a gun in the morning. Leaving him sitting at the kitchen table, glad to be able to talk about this without worry and to have seemingly changed their views on ghosts at least a little. Propping his elbow up on the table, cheek in palm; as he rolls a rabbit's foot back and forth. Chuckling to himself, “excuse you, but I’m the perfect amount of ghostly”.

End.

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Natural portals were both a good and bad thing in Danny’s book. The were bad because the would pop up out of nowhere and take him to places he never asked to be, but the were also good because sometimes that was exactly what the needed.

However, he had no idea how to feel about this one.

The sky was grey and lifeless, and there went any buildings. Just trees and a dirt path leading to a giant wave of smoke in the distance.

Danny didn’t know if it was because of years of fighting ghosts and super villains, but his gut was screaming at him yo check it out. He turned invisible and flew towards what he probably shouldn’t.

It only took him a few short minutes but in those short minutes the threat had been neutralized.

By Captain America.

Danny flew down and his behind a tank despite being invisible, and watched as Cap and some other guys, came together again.

“Wait,” Cap said. “Where’s Buck?”

“Right here you fuckin’ punk,” he hollered. Danny’s eyes bulged out of his skull at the sight if Bucky Barnes.

He was wearing and odd, blue uniform with a rifle strapped to his back. His hair was short and the had a cocky, easy going grin plastered onto his face. And both of his arms were flesh.

“I’m in World War II,” Danny muttered to himself. Slightly in shock, slightly in relief. Because Cap knew Tony’s dad meaning he could build a portal and get back home!

“What was that?” The guy in the bowler hat asked. If Danny was right, that guy was Dug Dug Dugan. A member of the Howling Commandos like Steve and Bucky.

It took all of Danny’s willpower to not fanboy and make a fool of himself. He had almost all of the Howling Commandos comic books. He stopped collecting when Steve started telling stories.

It was the that Danny realized that if the wanted their help he would have to reveal himself. But the wasn’t going to turn into Fenton. Just stay as Phantom.

He slowly came out of his hiding spot, dropping his invisibility and holding his hands up in the universal sign of Please Don’t Hurt Me.

“It was me,” Danny said, taking a step forward. “And I need you help.”

“And how do we know you’re not HYDRA?” Bucky asked, aiming his rifle at what Danny knew was his beautiful face.

“Because I hate them. They experimented on me like I was a class science project.” Granted it wasn’t in this time but that didn’t stop Danny from feeling the level of hate that he did towards the organization. He saw Bucky relax just ever so slightly. He understood.

“Why should we believe you?” Dugan asked. The other Commandos yelled out their agreements.

“Because,” Danny said, unzipping his HAZMAT suit and ripping it open, “Do you honestly think I would be on the same side as the people who did this?”

It was a low blow, Danny knew, but if he showed his dissection scar then maybe the would help him.

Cap and Bucky went pale, and the others couldn’t bare to look for morethan a couple if seconds. Dugan started to look a little green, and Danny zipped his suit back up.

“Can you guys help me?” Danny asked. They had recovered enough to give him a powerful yes, the would help him, but still made extra eye contact.

Steve honestly didn’t know what to think of this kid. First, the was a fucking child. Second, what the hell was he wearing? And what did that insignia on his chest mean?

He was… Unnatural. He was maybe sixteen or seventeen at the most but he had white hair that was brighter than the old man’s who lived in the apartment above him back in Brooklyn. And his eyes…Those were what set Steve off the most. He had seen bright green eyes, but his were freaking glowing. Literally. In fact, no that Steve looked closer, he saw that all of him had a faint, white flow around him. But there was something about him that made Steve want to trust him. He didn’t know what it was, but he knew he had to follow his gut. It hadn’t led him wrong so far.

"Whats your name, kid?” He asked, placing his shield on his back. The kid gave him a relieved, somewhat cocky smile as he flipped his hair out of his eyes.

“Name’s Phantom.”

———-

It was two days to get to their extraction, so the had to camp. The first night went smoothly, more smooth than the all thought it would. Like always, they took turns sleeping. Dugan took the first shift, Bucky the second, and Steve the third.

Danny had stayed awake for all three.

He had cracked a couple of jokes to Dugan, but when he got no response the say in silence until he woke Bucky up and went to bed himself. Despite knowing Bucky, he didn’t know this one. He had no idea how to talk to him, so they didn’t.

Steve, Danny had quickly realized, hadn’t really changed all that much. It was easier to talk to him. Back at the Tower he had always thought of him like a mentor, but now he was just a good friend. A sight for sore eyes.

“So…Is Phantom like, a code-name or something?” Steve asked. Danny nodded.

“Yeah,” he replied with a small smile. That surprised Steve. He didn’t really see many smiles from anybody. Nit a genuine one, anyway.

“Can I ask you something?” Steve asked. It was out of nowhere, but Danny was winking to answer them.

“Yeah, to ahead.”

“Why are you glowing? And how did a kid like you end up in the middle of enemy territory?” Danny saw nothing but concern in Steve’s big blue eyes, and he allowed himself to sigh.

“I’m… Ugh, my name is Phantom for a reason. I… I’m half ghost. My parents were scientists and ther3 was an accident and it changed my DNA. And I ended up here through a natural portal.”

“Half ghost? Natural portal?”

“Yeah. Human and ghost. Id show you my human half but I don’t wanna wake the others. And natural portals are linked to this place called the Ghost Zone, which is where all ghosts stay. They can take you to any time, place, or dimension. You’re probably not going to believe me but in from the 21st Century…”

There was something else he wasn’t telling Steve. And he was right-Steve didn’t really believe it. But if he was it would make sense. Why he had on funny clothes, the glowing, his he appeared out of nowhere. But he needed to know the rest

“There’s something else, isn’t there?” He asked. Danny nodded.

“Yeah. But I cant tell you. I don’t wanna mess with time. Bad things happen when you mess with time. And Clockwork would have my head on a stick if he found out I screwed it up. He’s another ghost-Master of Time and all that.”

“You’re really open about all of this,” Steve noted. “Why?”

“I guess,” Danny said, “cause you’re easy to talk to. Like an old friend.”

They spent the rest of the night in silence.

----—–

The second night was kind if the same, except when he and Steve talked, all he did was tell him his real name. It was a small thing, Steve wanted to believe, but the also wanted to believe that it was about as big of a thing as Danny floating about an inch of of the ground instead of actually walking. He knew Bucky noticed his feet weren't actually touching the ground, but he didn't know if the others saw. They had gotten him some clothes so he could blend in a little better. Over his skin tight suit he wore some pants, boots, and a dirty, green long sleeved shirt. They put a helmet on him so he wouldn't be a glowing beacon of trouble, and got him some goggles for when the met Stark.

It was strange, though, how he could be so aware and awake. The kid hadn’t slept in two days, maybe more, and he was walking around like he’ slept for a week. Steve also noticed that he didn’t really seem winded. In fact, the only time he really saw Danny physically breathe was when he sighed. Other than that, it was kind of rare to see his chest move up in down like his did. He also didn’t eat as much as the others, for whatever reason. Maybe ghosts didn’t need to actually eat? He had no idea. But he did take some coffee if it was offered it to him. He never got cold, either In fact, he complained that it was to warm a couple of times.

Bucky sped up so he could talk to Steve, keeping an ear on Phantom’s conversation with Gabe. He was trying to learn a few basic French terms for Denier. He seemed to be a fast learner.

“So, did you talk to the kid?” Bucky whispered. Steve nodded and snuck a glance at Danny, who was laughing at something Gabe said. It was weird. He was like a ray of sunshine, all happiness and rainbows right in the middle of a war.

“Said he was half-ghost and from the 21st century,” Steve replied, eyeing the trees. “I’m not saying it’s true, but it would explain everything.”

“Seriously?” Bucky asked, giving Steve a skeptical look.

“Well, I went from ninety pounds soaking wet to 240 pounds and in enemy territory within a few minutes. I like to think that at this point I have an open mind. Besides, he’s not even touching the ground. You saw, didn’t you?”

“Yeah. I don’t like it, though. He shouldn’t be here. And I’ve read enough books to know that if you mess with time bad things happen.”

“Goodness, you’re so paranoid. And he said the same thing, about time and all of that. If we take him to Stark, though, he should be able to get home.”

“Good. I can’t stand any more of his stupid jokes.”

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“Woah, retro,” Danny said as they walked into Howard’s lab, Peggy leading them. Steve had briefed her on the way down while Bucky and Danny talked about the future. Apparently, in the 21st Century they did not have flying cars. But they had flying people, so it was kind of the same thing, according to Danny. And on top of that, they had a black president, same-sex marriage was legal, and and his best friend was a guy who could stick to walls and shoot webs like a spider. It was all very intriguing.

“Ah!” Howard shouted as they walked over to him. “Who do we have here?” He asked, looking Danny up and down. “You’re fashion sense is absolutely horrible, kid, let me tell you. Who dressed you, Cap?”

“Yeah. actually,” Danny replied nervously.

“What a shame. Any-who, I assume you all are here for upgrades?” Howard looked at them expectantly, his eyebrow raising up the same way Tony’s did. He was fidgety and tinkering with his hands when he didn’t have a tool in them. The apple really didn’t fall far.

“Um, actually, I need to get home. But I need your lab to do it.”

Howard stopped dead in his tracks, blinking at Danny as if he told him that he needed Howard’s lung.

“I’m sorry, I don’t think I heard you. You, an obviously inexperienced child, needs to use my tools to get home? And how do you plan on doing that?”

“I’m going to make blue prints and go from there. I’ve built it before, I just need a pen and some wall space.”

He got up in Howard’s space, but it wasn’t as intimidating as he had hoped because of his awful getup.

“Danny, show him,” Steve said.

“Ugh, finally,” Danny said. He stepped back from Howard, the tension already gone, and started taking off the helmet and goggles, showing white hair and green eyes. He took off the long sleeved shirt and pants and boots as well, showing Peggy and Howard the uniform he wore underneath.

“What are you, kid?” Howard asked. Danny could practically see the gears turning in his head as he lifted off f the ground, sitting cross legged in mid air.

“I’m a ghost. Well, half-ghost, but a ghost nonetheless. And I need to use your lab so I can get home to my time. Please?”

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It took only a few weeks to build the portal from scratch, even with the modifications Danny had made to it. But Steve and Bucky were still sad to see the little genius go.

“Okay,” Danny said as he took the blueprints and incinerated them in his hands. “This works on ectoplasm-the stuff ghosts are made of-and it’ll only work once. But Steve, Bucky, you have to promise me you’ll destroy the portal after I leave. I can’t be ruining the time stream or anything, it’s highly important to the future. Understand?” Cap and Bucky nodded.

“Where’d you get the ectooplasm?” Bucky asked as Danny turned the portal on. It hummed with glowing energy.

Wordlessly, Danny held up his bandaged arm. “Nothing a little of myself can’t fix.” He walked over, and stood before them as the portal finished warming up. “I can’t thank you guys enough,” he told them, holding out his hand. Steve and Bucky both shook it, and he gave them a two-fingered saute before flying through, and into the Ghost Zone. Once the doors were closed, it started sparking and shutting down, deactivating thanks to Danny. Steve walked up and destroyed the control panel, and Bucky started to tear the wires out.

After all, they had to keep their promise.

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It only took a quick stop at Clockwork’s Tower and he was back at the Avenger’s Tower, safe and sound like nothing had ever happened.

“Oh, Daniel, back from patrol already?” Vision asked as he flew up to him. Danny nodded, and took the hallway that led to his room. He had had a long couple of weeks.

“Danny.”

He turned around, only to see Steve, still in his shorts from his morning run.

“Oh, hey Steve. What’s up?” All he had to do was act natural. It couldn’t have been that hard, right?

“Nothing,” Steve said with a smile, patting Danny’s shoulder. “I just wanted to say you’re welcome.”

Danny stared, stunned, as Steve casually headed to his room. When his brain finally rebooted, he smiled.

It was nice to finally know the reason Steve had been so keen on having him join the Avengers.

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