Just recently got back to watching Danny Phantom, one of my favourite shows when I was a youngster, then this monstrosity was born ^^'

Disclaimer- I do not own Danny Phantom, the characters, blah blah blah :)

In the vast, empty space that was the Ghost Zone, a dark figure moved stealthily through the cogs that surrounded his destination; Clockwork's headquarters. He had planned this for months; his plan was fool proof. The blue skinned ghost phased through the large building. Landing in the middle of the room, his red eyes scanned it carefully, looking for the ghost he had been searching for.

'I knew you would come.'

Plasmius swiftly turned around to see an elderly spirit gripping a staff; his neutral expression taunted the halfa; if he really knew the purpose of his visit, he would be sending his one-eyed minions after him.

Oh yes, they're here purely to observe. How ridiculous.

'Then you know why I'm here, Clockwork.'

The Keeper of Time nodded solemnly, changing from an elderly ghost to one of a small child. His morphing abilities irritated Vlad.

Pick a form and get on with it.

'It isn't wise to change the past; it could alter the present in ways-'

'You already know that my mind is made up. I will not hesitate to destroy this establishment if you don't comply,' the billionaire sneered before a wicked smile appeared on his lips, 'but, of course, you already know that.'

'I also know that whatever you choose to do, it won't change the boy's destiny.'

'That's where you're mistaken, my dear Clockwork,' he replied wickedly, circling the now-elderly ghost.

'I am never mistaken,' he replied in monotone, 'I know how this is going to end.'

Vlad took a deep sigh and turned to the other, fire now burning in his pupil-less eyes as he walked towards the Keeper of Time.

'My patience is wearing thin, Clockwork.'

Vlad took a step forward; Clockwork didn't flinch.

'I came here for one purpose.'

A step.

'And you're going to fulfil that purpose.'

A step.

'So pick up your staff.'

A step.

'And send me back in time.'

Now, the billionaire was invading Clockwork's personal space, yet, once again, he didn't flinch, irritating Plasmius further.

'At the risk of sounding cliché, I know that he won't let you get away with it,' Clockwork said simply, casually changing himself in to an adult ghost.

'Then you'd better get a move on, I don't have all the time in the world,' the hybrid snarled.

'Oh, how ironic,' Clockwork responded in a monotonous tone.

Vlad allowed his clenched fists to emit a pink glow, but didn't fire; he still needed that aggravating spirit, and Clockwork knew it.

'But, if you insist on learning the hard way,' the ghoul sighed as he slowly turned and opened the glowing portal that would allow the villain to travel to any time in history he desired, 'where to?'

'Amity Park, fifteen years ago to the day,' he triumphantly smirked, 'oh, and Clockwork? Don't count on Danny Phantom to get you out of this one,' he sneered before gliding effortlessly in to the portal, bringing him back to his youthful days fifteen years ago.

'This is getting ridiculous,' the young half-ghost moaned, 'why can't you just take the hint and stay in the ghost zone?'

'Box Ghost does not take orders from humans! Beware!'

Danny smacked his forehead as the blue ghost in front of him began to wiggle his fingers in a manner that wouldn't frighten a small child. He rolled his eyes as the spirit tried to crush him with several cardboard boxes that happened to be discarded carelessly in the alley behind them. With a sigh, Danny simply turned intangible, causing the cubes to pass harmlessly through him and hit the wall behind the halfa.

'Come on, Box Ghost. I'm tired, I want to go home!'

'Box Ghost does not-'

The ghoul was cut off by a blinding beam of blue light sucking him in to a compact container that was the Fenton Thermos. Sam abruptly closed the lid and placed the cylinder in her dark backpack. Her purple eyes looked up to see her best friend run a pale hand down his tired face.

'Danny, are you okay?' she questioned with a look of genuine concern.

'Just peachy,' he groaned sarcastically as he ran both hands through his tangled white hair.

Truthfully, he was shattered, battered and left in tatters; there had been no less than five ghost attacks a night these days, and tonight was no exception. In one night; he had a run-in with Skulker, who again, swore on his afterlife that he would have the whelp's pelt on his wall; needless to say, that was a desperately close call. If it weren't for Tucker's PDA and quick thinking, he would be getting skinned this second.

Wait a minute.

'Where's Tuck?' he asked Sam, lowering his hands and looking to his fellow ghost hunter, who wearily gestured behind her with one thumb.

Danny looked over her shoulder to see a worn-out Tucker slowly catching up to the duo clutching a burger to his chest like it was his precious PDA. Eventually, he was standing beside them.

'Sorry I'm a little late, guys,' he laughed sheepishly, taking a large bite of the patty or, as Sam liked to call it, murder in a bun.

'Since when is Nasty Burger open this late?' Sam enquired, looking at her watch.

'It isn't, I bought this when you were beating up Skulker.'

Danny's glowing green eyes narrowed, 'you mean to tell me that I got beaten to a pulp so you could buy that before you came to help?'

Danny pointed to the burger in disbelief; hell, if Tucker didn't show up when he did, he could have been a burger. Sam whacked the meat out of Tucker's hand, earning a yelp of protest from the angry boy. He couldn't help but chuckle at the scene in front of him. He winced as he realised just how badly tonight's battles had affected him.

Oh well, nothing a little sleep can't cure.

'Sam, Tuck, I'm leaving without you if you don't hurry up!' he laughed as he took to the air, Sam followed closely on foot. The teenage ghost was suddenly very awake.

'Hey, wait for me!'

'You should try harder in PE, Techno-Geek!'

'It's not my fault that my genes weren't kind to me!'

'Blah, blah, blah. Hurry up!'

Danny couldn't help but laugh at the assault on Tucker; Sam could say the meanest things and get away with it, purely because she was Sam. Danny didn't know why that made sense to him, but didn't bother trying to complicate it more by trying to pull a logical explanation out of thin air.

What a rare pair indeed.

Maddie smiled as she watched her newborn blow another tiny bubble of saliva from the corner of his mouth, causing every woman in the room to squeal at how adorable the tiny little baby was.

'That's my boy!' Jack beamed as he clamped his teeth into, yet another, cube of fudge.

'Jack, don't you think you've had enough?' his wife questioned, raising an eyebrow at him.

'Maddie!' he gasped in horror, 'there's no such thing as too much fudge!'

Maddie shook her head and looked at little Danny; he had his father's hair and eyes, but hopefully not the bottomless pit that was his stomach; they couldn't afford to feed two Jacks. She looked up when she heard the doorbell ring, though she barely heard it through the coos of her closest friends who had come to welcome baby Daniel in to the Fenton household.

'Jack honey, could you get the door?' she asked, pinching her son's cheek and seeing him pout like he was already a teenager being smothered unwillingly by his mother.

'He's going to be such a lady-killer!' one of Maddie's friends, who had also recently given birth to a baby boy who she named Tucker, squealed.

'Not to mention the best ghost hunter of all time!' the proud father interjected as he dashed in to the hall to answer the door, almost knocking little Jasmine out of her highchair as he ran.

She shook her head, watching her husband leave a trail of dust behind him as he went, before going back to doting over her three-day-old son.

'Vladdie!'

No, it couldn't be.

She stopped dead, narrowing her eyes as she watched Jack enter, chattering excitedly to Vlad, who looked like he was ready to punch her husband. Their old college friend looked visibly older than he probably should; but that was to be expected from someone who worked hard to make his millions, right?

'Maddie,' he said enthusiastically as he entered the living room with a broad smile, 'I heard about the birth of young Daniel and wished to congratulate you both.'

'Thanks, V-Man!' the large father grinned as he brought the billionaire in to a tight hug.

Vlad decided that he didn't have the patience for this, so wriggled out of his grasp with ease and made his way over to the tiny boy. He noticed that Daniel's mother seemed to close in on the crib, as if she were protecting him from an angry bear. Vlad simply smirked and peeked over her shoulder at the baby, whose big blue eyes shone with fresh tears ready to spill over the edge, almost like he was aware of who stood in front of him. The aging man winced as the little child started to wail.

'Oh, it's okay baby boy,' Maddie cooed as she gently lifted him and cradled the infant in her arms, bouncing him up and down gently, 'Jack, can you get the-?'

'On it!' Jack bellowed as he ran to the kitchen.

To Vlad's horror, he came running back with a box of Fruit Loops and handed it to his wife before lifting a fussy Jasmine out of her chair. Maddie gently rattled the box in front of her son, causing him to calm down almost instantly, he gurgled with joy as the colourful cereal danced merrily within the cardboard box.

Why that little-

'Vladdie!'

Oh, what now you big idiot?

'Hold Jazzy, we're out of fudge!' he instructed while pushing a small, red haired girl in to the rich man's arms before running to the store.

Jazz blinked at the man holding her at arm's-length.

Why did Jack want me to hold her? She looks old enough to stand on her own two feet?

The rest of the afternoon went by without Vlad killing Jack, which was a victory on its own. However, had anyone bothered to pay attention to the uninvited guest, they would have seen him smiling Danny with an evil glint in his eyes. Had anyone followed him when he claimed to be going to the bathroom, they would have noticed him noting every available entrance to the room in which Danny's crib lay. Had anyone paid attention to him when he left the Fenton's home, they would have noticed an evil smirk upon his face, an expression that screamed 'I'll be back.' Had anyone picked up on those little gestures, Danny may not have been taken from his family during the windy night.

However, no one did notice, and Daniel Fenton was placed on the Missing Person's list the next morning.

First of all, I apologise if it's a bit confusing. D:

Well, I guess I should explain this odd little scenario?

Oddly enough, the day I turned on the TV and watched Danny Phantom for the first time in years, I had a dream about this little fic, and just had to write it down because it was taunting me ^^' Well, hope you enjoyed it :)