Author's Note: Hello! I was thinking today while I was cleaning. However, I should put up some warnings. This story has trigger warnings! Danny will have PTSD and minor depression. Please remember this is only an AU and that this is just a "what if" type of story. If you have any concerns, question, suggestions, or comments please PM me or review. I hope you enjoy the story!

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or the "Art Argument" (so, please take no offense Naruto fans). ;D

Chapter One: Weekly Meetings

It was a common occurrence. There were no warnings for their meeting to have any derivations. However, unknown to the two beings, today there would be an occurrence that would shake their worlds until the end of time...

"I'm telling you," a familiar voice yelled as the Time ghost floated to their favorite meeting place. "Books are better than dreams! The stories are more dynamic, have more detail, and you can go back and reread them!"

"No," Nocturne says. "Dreams are the better art! They are rare moments of pure beauty!"

"Art is eternal," Ghostwriter says bluntly.

"No, it's a fleeting moment of beauty," Nocturne growls.

Clockworks sighs and sits down. It had only been about three months since he had become Daniel's guardian, and he's already become attached to him...as well as saddened by some of his life.

It doesn't take long for the Ghostwriter to notice that their third party is here.

"Hey, Clockwork," he said. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said. "It's just..."

He sighs again as he trails of in thought.

"It's just," Nocturne prompts.

"Daniel," Clockwork said.

"The ghost child," Nocturne asked confused, and slightly angered from the mention of the name.

"What has he done now," Ghostwriter groans. "Did he destroy one of your clocks?"

"No," Clockwork said defensively. "And, you shouldn't judge the child."

"Why not," the writer said. "He's just a punk."
"I'll say," Nocturne said. "He's also a cocky do-gooder."

"Really," Ghostwriter said. "He destroyed my Christmas poem and then joked about it."

Now, Clockwork didn't usually get angry, but what they were saying was starting to get on his nerves.

"You don't know him," the ghost of time whispered, however the other two heard him.

"Excuse me," Ghostwriter said confused. "What did you say? I think I heard you incorrectly."

"I said 'you don't know him'," Clockwork said. "You don't know anything about him. What he's been through. What he feels. You don't know him."

"I know enough," Writer scoffed. "He destroyed my poem. It took me forever to finish it!"

"It was an accident and you know it," Clockwork said.

"Yes, but then he laughed about it," Writer argued.

"Do you know why," Clockwork asked

"Huh," Writer asked.

"I said 'do you know why'," Clockwork repeated.

"What does it matter," Nocturne said in Writer's defense. "It doesn't change the fact that he did it."

Clockwork glared at the two, and they cringed. Then, Clockwork did something unexpected. He opened a viewing screen.

"Watch," he ordered.

…..Danny's Past...

As the ghost sat their and the viewing screen opened, a window was opened in the past. A ten year old Danny was sitting on his window sill as he cried and tried to cringe away from the arguing adults. Even people on the street could hear the screams of the famous Santa argument.

"I wish they would stop," the young child whimpered. "Why won't they stop?"

The screen changed again, and this time they see an older Danny. It looked as if he was only a year older. Again, the parents are arguing. However, this year Danny was trying to get his suitcase down the stairs. Every so often, the child would cringe when the screaming became to loud. When he finally got down the stairs and to the door, he was astonished when he saw his parents getting in the RV and driving off without him. And, he's disgusted to find out he's even remotely relieved that they did.

The screen changed again, however instead of Danny being older, he was actually younger. This Danny was about seven or eight years old. Danny ran down the stairs excited for Christmas when he sees that his parents are arguing. However, when they finally stop and they open presents, he finds that he didn't get any. However, Jazz got plenty of them. The parents claim that "Santa was disappointed in his grades being lower than his sisters," but in truth they just forgot because they were arguing.

Once again the screen changes, this time Danny was thirteen. It was Christmas Eve and he had just woken up. However, when he looked around the house no one was there. His parents weren't even in the lab. Danny was just about to call them...or the police, when he found a note stuck by the emergency ham. It said, "Danny-boy. We're going to your Uncle Dan's house. We know you don't like them, so we thought you'd be happier staying home. Don't do anything I wouldn't do. -Dad" Danny just rips up the note and puts his head in his hands. However, inside he was a little relieved of not having to hear their yearly argument.

The screen changed once again, and Ghostwriter recognizes this year. Danny was in the mall, and he sees his parents scaring children at the Santa Picture place in the mall. They watch as Danny meets Ghostwriter and what transpires with that meeting. However, Ghostwriter was surprised when the screen got blurry and then clears in an alleyway. There, to the two viewing ghosts' horror, was Danny sitting in the alley crying as he held a pocket knife to his wrist.

"Santa," he whispers. "No Santa. When will it end? Every time I try to have a good Christmas. Every time I try to stop the argument, it just gets worse. I'm done with it. I'm done trying to please them. I'm done with trying to be happy when I'm not."

The teen started to lower the knife when his phone rings. He chuckles dryly as he looks at his watch and then the sky. He picks up the phone and listens for a moment, and then stands up as he wipes his eyes.

"At least someone cares," he mutters and the screen goes black.

….Viewing screen closes...

Ghostwriter just stares at where the screen used to be. He felt sick.

"No wonder the boy hates Christmas," Nocturne muttered.

"He...he," Ghostwriter said and then chocked.

"Yes," Clockwork said.

"I did that to him," Ghostwriter said. "I pushed him to that..."

Clockwork didn't say anything, but he put his hand on the ghost's shoulder.

Nocturne looked like he was debating something for a moment, then he looked at Clockwork with a determine gleam in his eyes.

"Have I done anything that went to far," Nocturne asked. "Have I pushed him to something?"

Clockwork just opened another viewing portal.