Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Title: In Interesting Times
Author: unknown20troper
Rated: R
Warnings: Male/male smut, anal, non-con or dub-con (Dan/Clockwork), AU, profanity
Pairing(s): Dan Phantom/Clockwork, Dash/Tucker
Summary: King Tuck AU. Tucker is stuck in Egypt's past by Hotep-Ra, and Dash is transported to the land of the Vikings in the same time, and mistaken for their royal heir. Tucker becomes Dash's slave when the Vikings, manipulated by Hotep-Ra, plunder Egypt and take him back to their heir.
Notes: Constructive criticism welcomed. Please tell me if get the canon details, characterization or anything else wrong.
Chapter 2: The Search for a Map
Danny gazed around, quite dazed by Dash's way-too-forceful push. He gradually stood up, his breath coming in and out unsteadily. "Where'd Dash go?"
Sam frowned, rolling her eyes. "That question is hard to answer, considering that he has the Infiniti Map." She paused. "All that really can be said is that he certainly isn't here."
Danny sighed. "But where would Dash want to go? What would he think upon getting such a thing? Where the heck would the Map think he needs to be?"
Sam spent a moment or two pondering the questions, though Dash's mind wasn't something she was inclined to examine, and her answer for the third question was along the lines of 'detention' or 'in a deep hole', two options that seemed too mundane, not mystical enough for any self-respecting magical object. "Well, he doesn't have much imagination, judging from what he calls you, anyway, so he's probably told the Map to take him to the football field or his house, if he has any clue as to how to operate it." He paused. "His brawn vastly outweighs his brain, so I doubt he does."
Danny blanched, the full horror of the situation dawning upon him. "That means…"
"He could be anywhere, in any time…" Sam continued. "And I bet he'll mess up everything, going through time and space randomly like that."
The sound of approaching footsteps interrupted their conversation. Danny spun around, hoping whoever-it-was managed to miss all the parts of the conversation that implicated anything about his alter ego, Danny Phantom, even if that would require a bizarre strike of luck, or the approaching person to lack hearing, which would be a bizarre strike of luck itself.
"Fake-out?" Danny inquired.
Sam replied, "I don't think that'll work out well, considering that we're being approached by a teacher." She grinned. "But, we could…"
Danny sighed, frowning. "Let's just get to class than! That's what the teacher wants, isn't it?"
"Yep, probably," Sam responded, rolling her eyes. "It's in their job description."
The classes seemed unbearably long, which might sound typical, but these classes seemed longer than even the seemingly longest unbearable classes, simply because their friend, and the means they had to rescue him both had vanished, one to a definite place, the other to who-knows-the-fuck-where.
When the seemingly-way-too-long school day finished, both of them left the building at the fastest speed possible for two teens – a statement which might or might not be an exaggeration. Of course, semantics never crossed either of their minds for a few extremely understandable reasons.
Danny frowned, his eyes focusing on some indeterminate random point in the distance. "So where should we go?"
"Dash's house, I guess," Sam replied, pondering. "If he was at the football field, surely he'd have been at school."
"What makes you think he wouldn't play hooky?"
"Oh, right. There's that," she replied, groaning. "But his house is a start, I reckon."
A bright white circle sprung up on Danny's waist, then split into two circles, each covering half of his body. He called out his catchphrase, grinning triumphantly once the transformation finished.
"Invisibility, my dear Fenton," Sam suggested.
Danny complied, the rings encircling his body yet again, this time causing disappearance instead of transformation. "Done."
A swooping sound filled the air as he flew to Dash's house. When he arrived there, he perched on the roof, near a window that showed a very pink bedroom, full of teddies, chick flick DVDs and boy band stuff, including posters showing said boy bands in poses that Danny knew got most girls excited. Sharply contrasting those feminine objects, were sports posters, numerous footballs, and exercise equipment. At first, Danny wondered if Dash shared his room with a sister, before he recalled that the burly football player actually liked that stuff.
He phased through Dash's window, and then flew over to Dash's dresser. During his search, he flung out many items of clothing, which landed on the bed, or the floor, but mostly the floor. No Map. No Dash either, which was sorta good, considering that he was basically messing up his stuff in an attempt to find a mystical Map. Sorta not, since that meant that the Map probably didn't take him here.
Danny continued searching, feeling the temptation to growl in frustration every time he got no results. Heroes always won, he felt sure, but no victory came, at least not at this. He threw one of Dash's socks at the window, his anger needing to be released somehow.
"Dash? What's wrong?" called a woman's voice from downstairs.
Danny froze.
"Oh. I guess you're just working out, and I really shouldn't bother you."
The ghost boy resumed his search, hoping Dash's mom – or the woman that he believed to be Dash's mom – would not interrupt again.
"Dashiel Baxter! Now that I think about it, he didn't come home from school today."
Danny gasped; abandoning his attempt to find the Map now he knew this place was on the List of Places the Infiniti Map Did Not Take Dash.
He turned intangible again, and went through Dash's window into the open sky. He groaned. "Now what do I do?" He sought out an answer to the question, pondering the issue as he watched the people below live their lives and drive their cars, which of course, aren't, weren't and will never be mutually exclusive.
The answer arrived, occupied by only a slight burst of the 'eureka' feeling, since it was so fucking obvious: The Ghost Zone!
