Hello internet! While this isn't my first fanfic, it IS my first crossover and it IS the first one that wasn't a collab. Therefore it is the first one posted to my account. I realize that I don't write as well as the person I normally collab with (ember53608), but I do want to change that. So, here we go.

(Oh hey, look at that! I'm back –sort of- and trying to fix my awful grammar and spelling. :3 you might get a new chapter in a few days….)

It had been just short of 4 months after he successfully saved the world from the disasteroid when he took ill. He suspected it was Vlad's work – through Skulker- but said nothing of it to his parents. Danny didn't want to worry them any more than they already were, with him being sick and all. It started out as not much more than the symptoms of a cold. Danny was run down and tired, he coughed and he sneezed, but he thought he would get better. As time progressed, so did the illness. It went from cold to flu, from flu to pneumonia, from pneumonia to worse. He was bedridden, with no energy to move. He coughed and sneezed to no end. He shifted in and out of ghost form as easily as he did the conscious world. He spiked fevers no ghost should and got colder than any human possibly could. His parents worked as feverishly as he was to find a cure to his ailment, though they trusted no outside solution. Sam, Tucker and Jazz patrolled the Ghost Zone in hopes that something could be found, but nothing ever showed up. As the days turned into weeks, Danny's health worsened. The citizens of Amity Park saw only a spark of hope left for their ghost boy, the Fenton's saw not much more, but on they worked.

Danny shivered violently once more, trying to throw off the hallucinations of ghosts past (quiet literally). He no longer wanted to see himself blasted to bits by Technus or as a pelt on Skulker's wall. These hallucinations only went from bad to worse and he feared what he would soon see if he couldn't rid himself of the images.

"Time out," said a familiar voice, and his hallucinations faded from his mind. Relief flooded his mind as his room came back into view, a blue, middle-aged ghost in a purple cape look down a Danny with red eyes.

"Clockwork," our boy hero croaked, had he had the energy, he might have said more.

"Ah, Danny, I've got a job for you."

Danny stared disbelievingly at the master of time, the one who knew all. For, you see, even Danny, the one with hero complex, knew he was in no shape to get out of bed. Clockwork aged in front of Danny's eyes, now a hunched old ghost with a long white beard.

"All you have to do is pull yourself together long enough to help a person and she will find you the cure. And to ensure you can do just that I have brought you some… eh… temporary relief." Clockwork pulled out a bottle and moved to prop Danny up far enough to pour it down his throat. Moving back, Clockwork crossed his arms and waited. The raven-haired boy's eyes widened as his fever broke a new high and then dropped. His vision cleared and his aches became less achy. He sat up on his own for the first time in weeks. Clockwork smiled slightly and motioned for Danny to follow him through a portal back to his lair. Running a hand through his already ruffled hair, Danny stood up wobbly and walked through the portal. Clockwork followed behind, but not before a quick "Time in."

Phantom and Clockwork floated before a haze that showed a cat person in not much more than rags sneaking up to a large stonewall. She looked much like a tiger, red with black stripes and white about the mouth, large green eyes filled with an emotion not expected in a criminal. Her tail flicked as she ran, but unbeknownst to her a large muscled soldier waited of the other side of a rock with a wooden club ready to stop her.

"That is Adarji," Clockwork said, "the one you must help."

"What is she?" Danny questioned, truly puzzled at the strange combination a beast and human.

"A khajiit," clockwork replied simply and motion back toward the haze. The picture had changed; it showed the khajiit bound in the back of a wagon with three men. The picture changed again, showing her on a bloodstained anvil with an executioner readying his axe as a dragon soared over and began to attack. Saved, the khajiit ran. Things moved faster now, he saw her jump out of a burning tower into a burning building, he saw her watch as one man who was helping her kill another who had tried. He saw her grab the dead man's sword and run off through a series of tunnels away from the dragon. He watched as she came upon guards who spat at her and threatened her. The picture moved faster now, Danny only caught bits and pieces. A large city surrounded by thick walls. A man on a throne. Soldiers and a strange dark skinned pointy eared woman fighting a dragon alongside her. The man again, and a woman. A river and a large cat with huge fangs, the woman dead and floating down the river. And the still the picture moved faster. Time after time he saw dragons. Time after time he heard her shouts. He saw many people fall beside her, and yet she remained. The haze slowed on a dragon so large it dwarfed all the others he had seen, and still, she fought. It sped forward to the same dragon dripping blood and fleeing. Once more the haze blurred, and a last showed the dragon dead and Adarji standing over it, bent with exhaustion. Then the haze went black.

"That is who you must help," a middle-aged clockwork murmured.

"She looks like she can handle everything just fine," the teen turned to Clockwork, wondering what he could possibly do to help such a person.

"But you need her help as much as she needs yours," Clockwork waved his hand in front of the haze and brought forth Adarji, dressed in tight fitting brown leather armor, her pointed, pierced ears hidden beneath a large hood. A dark, winged bow drawn in front of her as she slowly crept around a dark house. As she turned the corner she was met by ten heavily armed men and one man in robes, outstretched hands glowing. Baby Clockwork spread his hands wide, "and here is where you come in, she will not make it out of there alive if you do not help her."

Turning his eyes back to Clockwork, "But she's stealing!"

The master of time sighed, "That may be, but her world needs her, as do you."

Danny frowned and opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted, "And if you don't hurry the effects of the skooma will wear off and you will not get another chance. If you want to live through this illness you will go." He motioned at the haze. Phantom turned, nodded once and flew through the haze.

Yep! That's right! A DP Skyrim crossover. There certainly aren't many of these. I am kind of upset, this was a whole 2 pages in word... now it looks so short...
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