I'm finally back! It has been well over a few months, maybe even half a year since I've last posted! I've been working on this story, perfecting it and battling writer's block so I could assure you that I will not leave this story unfinished. This is one of the stories I wanted to be able to write when I first began writing FanFiction for Danny Phantom, but I had to wait until my skills became better in order to respectfully portray the story I had created in my head.

Just to let you know, college is going wonderfully. I'm in my second semester and already have decided to change my major and add another minor. My sport is going really well too!

Caution: It may be confusing, as the doubling in characters later in the story means that there is a doubling of names (more so with Dani and Danny already a doubled name). Just read carefully and don't be afraid to re-read something if it doesn't make sense the first time. I tried to make it as clear as I could without distracting from the plot.

This is AU, since it happened after the series, and OOC because they are older in this story and have matured.

DISCLAIMER: I do not take any ownership of Danny Phantom, as he rightfully belongs to Butch Hartman. The scenes I use in some of the upcoming chapters were copied from the TV Show in order to remain accurate with the history of the show and I will be sure to give credit where credit is due again when those chapters are posted. The only thing that belongs to me is the cliché plot(:

I hope you enjoy!

A Second Chance

Clockwork said so himself after the C.A.T. incident: Danny has given most everyone else in his life a second chance, so why shouldn't he get one as well? And since Dan is technically Danny, shouldn't he at least have a shot at receiving a happily ever after too? Follow Dan through this incredibly cheesy journey as he faces a battle against himself in more than one sense of the word, finding miracles at every turn as he embraces the second chance that has been extended to him.

Prologue

She awoke with a start, whimpering at the soreness she felt in every single muscle in her body. It took a few tries and minutes before she could sit herself up, leaning heavily against the wall for support. Her brain pounded against her skull as her eyes blinked to adjust to the dimly lit room. Her body was scarred with a myriad of small cuts and faded bruises, light ash rubbed into her arms as though impossible to wash out. It was also sore as if she hadn't moved in a long while.

She had no idea what had happened, in fact she didn't even know her own name. Examining her clothes she found she wore a loose fitting white shirt with a red oval in the middle and black shorts. She wore no shoes but both her ankles were wrapped in gauze similar to what she found on her left wrist. With great effort she stood and looked around only to have her vision obscured by her hair, black as night. Her ears worked well, however, as she picked up a shuffle outside the door of her room—if she could even call it that. A small square space decorated with nothing but a torn bed with short, scratchy blankets and no pillows. Not much else stood in the room but a cracked mirror that lay on the ground covered in dust.

"O, you're finally awake," came a relieved voice from the now opened door. The African-American woman wore a red jumpsuit with black gloves and knee high boots, her hair in a buzz cut that complimented her cheek bones. "It's about time."

"Do you know me? Who are you? Where are we?" the younger woman asked, distressed. Had she been kidnapped? What had happened to her memory? Why were the windows boarded with wood? Where had the light gone?

"My name is Valerie, though you may call me Val," the new woman replied as she slowly advanced towards the confused woman and led her to sit back on the bed. "Most people call me Red though, short for the Red Huntress. We're friends and right now we're waiting for an ally to show."

"If you know me, then what's my name? What's happened? An ally?"

"I believe I should answer that," came another voice, both women turning to take in the ghostly entity who switched from a child's form to that of an elderly man with a long white beard, the scar remaining over his left eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Clockwork, the ghost of time, and your people are sort of in the midst of a war."

"Sort of?" Val snorted.

"Let's just say this is a huge misunderstanding, but one that had to happen and now the time has come to begin a new chapter."

"Well that's great and all, but I need to be filled in before I can take part in whatever you two seem to need me for," the young lady said, inserting herself back into the conversation with arms crossed and a scowl sketched into her face.

"You are correct. How about we start with your name?" With a nod Clockwork answered, "Samantha Manson, but you prefer to be called Sam. You are twenty-eight years old and just so happen to be the key to saving not only three different timelines, but also redeeming Dan Phantom."

Author's Note

I know, the prologue is super short but don't worry, the next chapter will be posted this weekend! As far as my timeline is concerned, I've been having difficulties uploading my chapters onto this site, so when I finally found a computer that allowed me to do so I uploaded all my chapters to Doc Manager. This means I have 90 days to finish my final edits and post before they are deleted. So, expect a new chapter every 2-4 days! I hope this caught your interest! Love, crazyreader11