Author's Note
This story is a multi-crossover between Young Justice, Danny Phantom, Percy Jackson and the Olympians, Avatar: the Legend of Korra, and the Legend trilogy. Information correlating with these fandoms are as followed:
YOUNG JUSTICE: the timeline for this fandom takes place around three months after the Season 2 finale. The whole story is like a Season 3, except plugging in characters (even if three are OCs) into the plot. Now, I know most like Wally (I mean, who doesn't?), but I am a girl who sticks to canon. There is only a few times I stray from canon and that's if I hate it. However much I hate Wally's death, I am not changing it, so sorry, not sorry.
DANNY PHANTOM: this is more revolving around Danielle. I always thought of Danielle being created around the time that Danny was fifteen and I'm pretty sure somewhere in the show, it's mentioned that Danielle's around the age of twelve when she's created. So that's a three year time gape. In this story, Danielle's fifteen, making Danny eighteen. Along with that, I always figured as the show went on, the time between episodes that would pass increased because seeing Danny fight ghosts every single day (especially if it's the Box Ghost and Skulker) would get boring. So the big events would pop up. On top of all of this, Phantom Planet has not happened but Danny and Sam are dating (even if it's only mentioned some time in the story and nothing is actually shown).
PERCY JACKSON AND THE OLYMPIANS: this pertains to an OC of mine. A year has passed since the second Giant War. If I do mention the seven, Leo might not be mentioned because I don't know if the camps know he's alive or not (I do own the Trials of Apollo but have not read it yet and as soon as I do, I might begin to mention Leo more because let's face it, he's an awesome character).
AVATAR: THE LEGEND OF KORRA: this pertains to an OC. Where the show is at the time, it's right after Season 3, so the very beginning of the three year gap between Season 3 and Season 4.
LEGEND TRILOGY: this pertains to an OC. Basically, the story hasn't started yet, but I like the dystopian society thing, and I felt that Legend deserved a little love. Maybe if I make another story of these apprentices of Clockwork, I'll have the events of Legend start to take place then. But we'll just have to see about that.
Anything else will be mentioned sometime in the story, so don't worry.
DISCLAIMER: There is no way in hell I own Young Justice (because it would still be going), Danny Phantom (that, too, would still be going or end amazingly outside of Phantom Planet), Percy Jackson and the Olympians (no way I own this piece of artwork), Avatar: the Legend of Korra (seriously, I could do anything as beautiful as this show), or the Legend trilogy (I may write, but I am definitely not that good yet).
ONE
A Mission to an Unclear World
The swirling green screen stopped at an image most disturbing.
Or a lack thereof.
Clockwork frowned deeply, the black lightning-shaped scar seeming to stretch. His red eyes glowed brightly as he swept his scepter with a stopwatch at the end at the screen again, wielding nothing but the swirling green screen yet again. Not even an image of the simplest thing to do with this world showed. It was disturbing and highly unlikely.
He needed to know what was happening. He needed to make things stream in the best route.
But he couldn't do anything when he was blind to the time stream. Sometime soon, the Observants would interrupt him and ask him why the time stream was so clouded. His face crinkled as he floated over to a different viewing screen and swept his gloved hand over it. The screen swam and shifted until it revealed one of his apprentices. He had four and all did missions for him when he could not mess with the time stream. But they could and knew what he always strived for.
This one was Caspar Braddock and he was sleeping in an abandoned apartment with his body curled around his bag, clutching onto it for dear life. But Clockwork didn't focus entirely on the image, but more on the edges of it. They were sharp and clear. Just like any image should be or most ended up being.
Waving a hand over the screen again, another of his apprentices showed up. Michi Yamauchi was training yet again, and Clockwork felt a small twinge of sorrow for his apprentice. But the edges around his were clear and sharp.
With another wave, Nevidebla Good was revealed. Almost. Clockwork could make her out training with a sword against one of her half-siblings, but it was just barely. Her whole world was on the verge of the same indiscernible swirling the world Clockwork was trying to see was. That was not good and Clockwork didn't want to lose sight of one of his apprentices like this.
One last wave of his hands exposed Danielle Fenton curled up in a tree, staring up at the cloudy sky above her. She was using her bag as a pillow. Only the barest edges were starting to haze and Clockwork didn't like that.
The dimension he was trying to look into was always unclear. Many things could happen and it was known for accidentally creating new worlds once in a while. But Danielle's and Nevidebla's were usually stuck in a clear opening, though Nevidebla's had been known to blur and stay blurred for years until it settled once again. Caspar's blurred erratically before calming down for decades to come and Michi's sometimes clouded at moments before popping back into clarity. For two of his apprentices' worlds to start to cloud when they weren't known for doing so, it unnerved Clockwork.
He did not like these implications. It was rare worlds started to blur around the same time. Usually it was right after one world blurred, did another do the same. For two—and nearing three as Clockwork kept watching as the haze crept farther into Danielle's world—to begin the process meant they were forcibly becoming linked. Or, at less than one percent chance, it was just a mere coincidence that two—nearing three as the haze kept growing—were blurring and clouding at the same time.
His apprentices had to intervene. Two of their worlds were in danger or being used to enact danger on another world.
Clockwork reached a hand to his belt were a clock dangled from a chain attached to it. Without fumbling to find the button, Clockwork pressed down on the top. He saw in the image of Danielle that was increasing in haziness pull out a watch from her pocket as it glowed blue. Clockwork watched as his first ever apprentice grinned as the clock expanded into a portal. Turning from the screen, he saw four portals open and out stepped his four apprentices.
Danielle was wearing red jeans, a blue hoodie, a red beanie, and blue sneakers. Her backpack was slung onto one shoulder and her mouth was grinning at Clockwork before moving down the line to flash her friends and fellow teammates a dazzling smile. She was pale-skinned in her human form with black hair pulled back into a low ponytail with bangs getting into one of her sky blue eyes. The fifteen-year-old girl was slim but well-muscled, though her clothes hid the fact with how baggie they were. She always exuberated a sense of warmth, openness, and liveliness anytime she was in the Tower, especially with her teammates in it.
Next was Michi in his simple cotton grey pants, a darker grey tunic, and black boots. Or boot. The lower half of his left leg—just below the knee—was replaced by a metal contraption. Leather straps and buckles wrapped around his left thigh to keep it in place. He was dark-skinned with unruly dark brown hair hanging shaggily around his face and cut almost haphazardly like he had gotten ahold of a knife. His steel grey eyes seemed to lighten at the sight of his friends, something Clockwork prided himself in because he had personally invited Michi to join and told him he would not regret it. And the young bender never had since the day he met his friends.
Caspar soon followed after Michi, looking worse for wear. Clockwork always felt sorry for him, living in a dystopian society that half of his population in his country were blind to. He lived on the streets and it was hard to hide himself with his bright red hair. The more iconic thing about Caspar was that he had managed to salvage a true American army jacket and wore it as much as possible to spite the government of his world. Even in the dead of summer, he wore it, leaving his already pale skin a sickly white from wearing it so much. He was scrawny with little muscle and was more skin and bones than fat. His piercing green eyes had seen much, just like Michi, but lightened any time he was here. His pants were black and made with pockets to hold many things. Clockwork noticed he was wearing a simple black shirt with a red jacket over it and underneath the army jacket. Then again, it was winter in their worlds though some didn't feel it right away with their activities or biology.
The last was Nevidebla and despite it being winter, her grey hoodie was tied around her waist and her orange camp shirt was drenched in sweat. She was breathing heavily as her warm hazel eyes settled briefly on each of her friends, glowing every time she saw one of them. Her skin was tanned and covered in white scars from constant battles for her life. For once, her abundance of platinum curls was pulled back into a half bun with the rest descending down her back to rest near her hips. There was a leather necklace containing six clay beads on it and a black marking on her right forearm of a winged shoe, SPQR underneath it, and one line marking underneath that. Clockwork always decided it was thanks to Nevidebla the team hadn't descended into a dark place. Despite the girl battling in two wars (one when she was thirteen and the other when she was fourteen), she had always popped back into place first. And her constant bout of coming back from mourning and battles for her life, she knew how to get her friends and teammates to come back even faster than herself at times.
"Hey Stopwatch," Nevidebla said and Clockwork smirked. Only she was brash enough to call him a nickname and soon enough, all of them had followed, Caspar surprisingly following her example quickly enough. "Whatcha need?"
"I need to send you four on a mission immediately," Clockwork said and all of them stiffened. Usually they had time to prepare for a mission. It was rare—basically never happening—that they were sent to a world without files upon files to study before heading off.
"Uh, Clocky," Danielle said, drawing the time ghost's attention to her. "We do need information on the world."
"Nevidebla and Caspar know plenty," Clockwork sighed, looking at the two teammates who exchanged glances. "But I will still prepare a small packet for you."
"So ... this is a world that I more than likely read about considering I seem to remember everything I read but nor heard or watched," Nevidebla began, looking thoughtful. "But that doesn't really narrow it."
"It does for me," Caspar said, looking over at Clockwork. "It's the DC universe, right?"
"Oh yeah, I was able to convince Dad to do inter-dimensional deliveries of some of my comics for you!" Nevidebla exclaimed, snapping her fingers, hazel eyes twinkling now.
"And you didn't give us any?" Danielle snarked.
"You're a Marvel fan. I'm a go-between," Nevidebla answered with a wave of her hand. "Besides, you can invade your cousin's room and read all his comics."
Clockwork smirked at it all.
"What about me?" Michi asked.
"Your dimension was too far for Dad to deliver," Nevidebla answered with a shrug. "Dad says there's a spectrum to the worlds and how they are ordered. Your world is towards the balanced and clear-cut. Mine and Caspar's are closer to the world of dystopia or could-easily-descend-into-an-apocalypse-but-for-the-most-part-is-kind-of-peaceful. Our worlds are closer together meaning it's easier for Dad to deliver. But if I was to deliver to your world, I'd have to catch Dad when he isn't busy, but he always is. Even the gods do inter-dimensional mail more than one would think. Then there are the demigods in my world. But Dad isn't just the god of messengers. He's also the god of thieves, astrology, astronomy, language, writing, gymnasiums, athletic contests, flocks, travelers, hospitality, roads, and trade. He's a busy man and I don't want to pull the daughter card or anything. He has plenty of children, too."
"Is that true?" Michi asked, looking over at the blue-skinned time ghost.
"It is," Clockwork said with a nod. "The DC universe—as Caspar has put it—has been known to cause new worlds sporadically. It is one of the most unstable."
"Meaning it's at the end of mine and Caspar's part of the worlds," Nevidebla extended and Clockwork nodded. Only she had the gall to interrupt the time ghost. But then again, Clockwork mused, all demigods seemed to have plenty of gall and brashness to them. "But it has a subcategory where the new worlds are and are then rearranged in the most stable and balanced to the most chaotic and unstable."
"Exactly," Clockwork said, smiling before it was gone, looking back at the swirling mess. "But I cannot seem to see this world anymore. The time stream has been cut off from my field of vision."
"That's ... not good," Caspar said.
"No shit, Sherlock," Nevidebla responded.
"I have a feeling that was a reference to something, but I don't understand," Caspar sighed.
"I'll send one of those books to you, and don't worry, I'll make sure it's in English," Nevidebla laughed.
Clockwork sighed. Sometimes Caspar and Nevidebla's banter—or to some extension, arguing—was both amusing and annoying. In this situation, it was annoying.
"But that is not the worse," Clockwork said, drawing all his apprentices' eyes on him. "Nevidebla's and Danielle's worlds are slowly clouding at the same time that this world is."
"That's worse," Michi whispered. Everyone else nodded, no quip response from either sharp-tongue girls or snippy boy.
"Yes. I fear they might be endangering their worlds or their worlds are being used to endanger this world," Clockwork said. "The only way I can assure the answers is to send you four there."
"Anything you need us to grab before we leave?" Danielle asked, her voice coming out steely and resolved. She had always taken on the role of leader rather well, Clockwork mused.
"Michi, you will need to pack modern clothes and change into a pair before you leave," Clockwork said, working from the easiest to the least. "Wear the boots Caspar made to cover your prosthetic. It is a world of heroes and villains and a villain will think you just a little more weak if they know you are an amputee. You'll be targeted faster and I would rather like to prevent more incidents to happen to you."
"Yes, Clockwork," Michi nodded his head.
"Caspar, I want you to pack any gadgets you have that are complete or are close enough to completion," Clockwork said, looking at his redheaded apprentice. "Even the simplest thing that is completed could be useful."
"Yes, Clockwork," Caspar said, voice sounding firm as he nodded, shoving his hands into his pockets as if thinking deeply about what incomplete gadgets could work.
"Danielle, I do not know if ghosts will come to this world, but I do not want all four of you under prepared. Go see Daniel and ask for wrist rays, ecto-guns, and thermoses. If he has anything else that he believes to be important, take at least four of it if he has it," Clockwork said and Danielle nodded seriously. "Maybe even ask for copies of the inventions you take with you. If we cannot fix what is about to happen, I would rather leave this world more prepared than anything else."
"Yes, Clockwork," Danielle said, nodding her head as her eyes, momentarily, flashed green before they returned to their sky blue.
"Nevidebla," Clockwork began, looking at the blonde girl. "I need you to gather certain weapons made of certain items." He could tell Nevidebla was nervous immediately at that. "Gather all your weapons: Celestial bronze, Imperial gold, and silver. Acquire a bow with quivers of Celestial bronze and silver arrows. Acquire extra knives of each for your friends encase they will need it. Along with sheets or chunks of aforementioned metals for Michi."
"Yes, Clockwork," Nevidebla said, nodding her head curtly, her hazel eyes turning to stone. He had seen those eyes before when he had watched his screens during the wars she had fought. It was a resolve to fight to the death and not give up. He had always known it was more prominent in the girl, but she rarely showed it except in moments like this.
"Go back to your worlds and prepare. Except for you, Michi. All your modern clothes are here," Clockwork ordered. They all nodded at once. Danielle, Nevidebla, and Caspar disappearing into their blue portals while Michi traveled to the trapdoor in the viewing room before descending down the winding staircase.
Clockwork hoped he would be able to prepare them enough for what was coming.