Danny Fenton

Danny Phantom killed at 16 years. But by the hand of Clockwork he has a second chance at life, just not as a 'he' . Reborn as a female Danny experiences life in a whole new way, but still remains the same nerdy outsider with her friends Tucker, and Sam. After her 'accident' she became the halfa and now the mysterious entity that killed him is now after her again. Finding Clockwork, who is the only one that remembers, and Ghost Writer who expresses his distaste for her existence; will she be able to rekindle her relationship with the Ghosts from her past and learn to survive? Or will their feelings get in the way?

Prologue

A blast.

A bang.

Then a crash.

The body of a young boy laid in a bloody mess of blood and ectoplasm. The force of the attack threw him into a wall that crumbled under the 16 year olds weight. His black and white ghost suit torn and stained to the point where its original form was unrecognizable. Snow-white hair soaking up the green ghost blood. The boy opened his glowing emerald green eyes and looked at the figure walking towards him. He weakly attempted to rise to his opponent but a blue gust of breath and a chill took the last of his strength. He fell to the ground; his hair becoming black, his white and black suit became a simple shirt and jeans covered in red blood that was once green ectoplasm.

Danny Phantom was dead.

The perpetrator laughed as wails of ghosts cried out in grief and anger at the halfa's defeat. The being shrowed in shadow smiled at its kill and reached out a hand to claim its prize.

"TIME OUT!" Called the ghostly voice. The shadowed being spun around only to freeze in mid turn. Everything stopped. The birds, clouds, even the spiting of the broken fountain in the park. A blue-faced ghost appeared from a clock like portal. Its body covered in a purple cloak and strapped purple shirt. Multiple watches sat over dark purple gloves covering his forearms.

Those few ghosts that didn't flee in the devastating battle all spoke in hushed whispers. Many deciding to leave and not tempt the hands of fate; for they managed to survive a battle that destroyed half the city but they dare not risk being on the receiving end of this ghosts ire. They left with one hushed name on their breaths.

Clockwork. The Ghost of Time.

He gently flew around the shadowed figure sparing it and dark glare before his red eyes set on the sight of our fallen hero. His ghostly tail became a set of firm legs covered in blue pants and he kneeled next to the young boy.

"This shouldn't have happened." Clockwork jumped at the new voice and looked over at his companion. The Ghost Writer. His sharp teeth clenched in rage as he pulled at his hair in frustration. His dark green eyes glared at Clockwork from behind his glasses. "You said this wouldn't happen! BUT LOOK AT HIM!" Ghost Writer pointed to Danny's still form. His blood seeping into Clockworks clothing.

"I-I never said that this was…the only outcome." Clockwork nearly choked on his own words. "This was…unlikely to happen. He-He's always pulled trough before," Clockwork gently held Danny's cooling cheek in his icy hand. His usually smirking face expressing pain and despair. "I just thought…"

"Yes you did and SEE WHERE THAT LEAD!" Ghost Writer glared heavily at the shadowed being before running to Danny's other side and grabbing his hand. "He's already so cold…" he chocked letting one tear slip. "What do we do Clock. We can't loose him…not like this."

"And we won't." Ghost Writer looked at his purple clad friend in shock. "But there will be a price. He may not be as we remember him when we meet again…you wouldn't even remember him." Clockwork brushed a lock of black hair of Danny's face.

"I wouldn't remem…but the Observants, they'd never let you get away with it."

"They would have no choice." Clockwork stood and began winding his staff. "But are you willing to run the risk that you will never meet? That he will be another person? May not even look the same? That you will try to kill him when you meet again?" Ghost Writer sat next to Danny as he felt the last bit of warmth in his body seep away. He gently ran his hand through his black hair and flinched as it came black with fresh blood saturating it. Clenching his fist he rose and walked up to Clockwork.

"I don't care so long as he lives. He may be different but I won't be. I don't car is he's not even a 'he'. I may loose two years of my memory but he'll be alive. I'll take the chance that we will meet again over eternal damnation." Ghost Writer gave Danny one last look before setting his eyes on the shadowed figure. "What about that monstrosity? He'll escape again and come for him regardless of changes."

"Ending his life here would do nothing. He would only come back and it will all start again. Our focus now is Danny." They both flinch at hearing his name. "We can only hope that he will be half the person he is now and we will be drawn to him again…" Clockwork reached for the activation button on his staff but Ghost Writer grabbed his hand.

"How far? Two years would only yield the same results…" Clockwork sighed. "A life time to try again. I can't interfere in his life either. Not until he comes to us." Ghost Writer gave a defeated smile and let go of Clockworks hand. Clockwork looked at him and received a nod. He looked at the button and then to Danny. Raising his hand he slammed it on the button.

"WHINED BACK."