Disclaimer: I no own Danny Phantom. Believe me; you would know if I did…

Warnings: Slash of the Dan x Danny variety! Starts off as Sam x Danny. Language, violence. Phantom Planet never happend and is based off of The Ultimate Enemy episode.

Btw, Evil Danny will go by Dan Phantom. Only because it's popular for his evil self, and I usually use Phantom to refer to Danny's ghost half.

See first chapter for summary.

The trio is in their sophomore year of school. So they're about 16.

I'M SO SORRY ABOUT THE WAIT FOR THIS CHAPTER! I've been consumed with work and now school just started up andI haven't been motivated to write this at all because I keep switching to other fandoms and right now I'm floating between fandoms but I'm still having a hard time writing this and I know that's no excuse but still. BUT I'M NOT DISCONTINUING IT. I still like this fic, it's just that updates will be few and far between.

I love each and every one of you who has read this and especially those of you who reviewed. Thank you so much, all of you, and to those who are pissed that I don't update enough, you have every right to be pissed.


It took every ounce of self-control that Danny Fenton had to not lunge out of his chair and attack the new guy. Bad things would happen if he did. The black haired teen gripped the edge of his desk hard, his nails digging into the surface. He was almost surprised that he wasn't denting it.

Lancer cleared his throat, trying to regain the attention of the gossiping class, mostly the girls who couldn't seem to take their eyes off the new student or whisper to their friends. Eventually everyone shut up.

"As I said earlier, class," started Lancer, glancing at Danny. "We have a new student. This is Dan. He hails from Canada."

No he doesn't, Danny thought with a scowl. He continued to glare darkly at the older looking teen, all the while cursing Clockwork in his mind.

'Dan' continued to stand there and smirk, even as Lancer asked him questions about how far along he was in his schooling back in 'Canada'. Seriously, Canada? What kind of bullshit was that? Sam reached over and put a hand on his shoulder to try and keep him calm. It succeeded in making him snap.

The next thing Sam and Tucker knew, Danny was gone, phasing through the floor of the classroom. They both shared a look.

All hell broke loose.

One of the girls screamed, Danny Phantom phasing through the classroom door and all but tackling 'Dan' out the window. Students screamed as the crash resounded, Lancer running over. The students followed, Sam and Tucker worried for their ghostly friend.

"Where are they?"

"I don't see him!"

"Did they fly off or something?"

"The new guy should be a pancake!"

The noise level rose, students talking and speculating all at once. Sam pushed her way to the front, hoping to catch a glimpse of the two ghosts. Nothing could be seen. People were gathered at the base of the building staring up at the broken window with abject horror and fascination. Some were talking amongst themselves and pointing while others just stared in the general direction the ghost kid must have flown.

She turned to the techno-geek who just appeared behind her. "We have to go after them."

Lancer was still nearly frozen on the spot, unbelieving that the resident 'hero' of the town just attacked a student; one of his students. He was almost completely unsure how to handle this. What were you supposed to do when one of your students was basically kidnapped right in front of your nose?

He had to rein everybody in first. "Alright class! Settle down! Everybody back to their seats!" The class was slow to respond but did so anyway, still looking out the window. "Now I know everybody's a little freaked out, but everyone just stay calm! I'm going to go the principal and we'll call the police. You all just stay here and if the bell rings you will continue on to your next class like normal."

There were a few groans but he ignored these, instead focusing on the three empty seats belonging to Fenton, Manson, and Folely. He scowled. This was going to be a very long talk with the principal.

/

Danny had flown them to the edge of town, trying all the while to wrestle the taller and, admittedly, stronger ghost into submission. 'Dan' was having none of it. He revealed himself for what he really was – a tall, buff, megalomaniac – and easily dodged Danny's attempts to beat and choke him. They finally stopped rolling around in the air when 'Dan' was able to pin the squirming teen to a roof with a few well aimed shots of ectoplasm.

"Let me go," the halfa demanded. He scowled at his older self, glaring for all he was worth.

'Dan' reached up to grab at his heart (or where it should have been) and frowned. "Now is that any way to greet your older self; to throw me out a window and attack me? I'm hurt, Danny, real hurt." He even faked a few tears for added effect.

The teen continued to glare from where he lay. "For some reason I'm having a hard time believing you."

'Dan' chuckled. He walked in a slow circle around the captive teen. "I have to admit that your reaction was a lot more unexpected than I thought."

"Oh, really?" Danny snapped. "And what exactly did you think I was gonna do? Run up and give you a big hug?"

The light pat on the face was unexpected. He wished his arms were free so he could strangle the older ghost and not pinned up by his head. 'Dan' stayed crouched next to him.

"Oh, young Danny. As temperamental as always." 'Dan' continued to smirk infuriatingly. "I remember when I still had that temper. Of course, that all kinda went away when I ripped out my human self…"

"I am not like you!" Danny screamed. His face was flushed and he panted in his anger.

"I never said you were," the ghost continued. "Technically, I might never actually exist in this world. I am simply a semi-permanent visitor right now."

Danny glared. "What the hell does that mean?"

Another pat to the cheek. "Language, Daniel. It's unbecoming of you."

"Who gave you the right to tell me what to do?" He kicked his legs out in annoyance. At least those were still free.

"Clockwork did." His smirk widened when Danny stiffened.

"What? Clockwork let you out? What the hell was he thinking?" Danny's voice steadily rose, gaining a note of hysteria as he continued. "You can't be serious! Clockwork willingly let you out? Why would he do that? Doesn't he know better? I'm gonna kill him! But wait, you're gonna kill me first aren't you? Then you'll kill Tucker and Sam, and then my family, and then you'll try to destroy the world again-"

The loud smack echoed in the following silence, 'Dan's' smirk finally gone as he glared death down at Danny. Danny caught his breath, taking deep gulps of air and trying to calm his racing heart. Why did these things all have to happen to him? Seriously?

"For your information," the older ghost started, "I'm not here to kill anybody." Danny looked confused. "I'm here on a… request from Clockwork." It almost hurt him to say. Danny just looked even more confused, but at least he was keeping silent. 'Dan' sat down next to him, getting comfortable with one leg drawn up to rest an arm on while the other stretched out.

"I'm… here to…" He scrunched his nose, trying to think of the right word. "To… train you, I think he said."

Danny was silent, face blank. Then… "Clockwork sent you to train me?" His face screwed up into one of contempt. "I don't need training, least of all from you."

'Dan' pinned him with a look, one that made Danny wince. Then he made a ball of ice appear in his hand.

"Yeah, so? I can do that t-" He trailed off as a ball off fire appeared in 'Dan's' other hand. "Ok, so maybe I can't do that…"

The older ghost smirked. "See? I do have some techniques to offer up."

"What's the catch?" the halfa muttered.

"No catch."

"Yeah, right!" yelled Danny, squirming in his binds again. 'Dan's' gaze was drawn to the teen's hips and back, where they were constantly arching up. Unconsciously, he licked his lips. "There's always a catch! Especially when Clockwork's involved."

The older ghost put a finger to his chin, face thoughtful. "I don't remember him saying anything…"

Danny rolled his eyes. "He wouldn't. He's the master of time and space. He probably already knows what'll happen anyway."

'Dan' smirked. "That we fall madly in love and have hot, sweaty monkey sex in your living room?"

"What?" Danny looked horrified, face ashen as he stared at his alternate future self disbelievingly. In his shocked state, he reverted back to his human form. "No, you asshole!"

"Aw, I was looking forward to that part…" the elder mumbled, teasing smirk still in place.

Danny was confused. This crazy, evil, alternate future version of his older self apparently had a humorous side. It was a little creepy, very sarcastic, and kind of messed up, but it was there nonetheless. And Clockwork wanted him to deal with this guy on a regular basis? They were going to kill each other! Or at least, 'Dan' would kill him. Danny knew he almost didn't stand a chance. Especially if the megalomaniac wound up living – wait.

"Where are you living right now?" Danny asked suddenly, dreading the answer.

'Dan' gave him another look. "With you, of course. Where the hell else would I stay?"

That horrified look came over the younger's face again. "Oh,no! You are not staying with me! Who knows what you'll do to my family! I won't be able to leave you alone with them!"

'Dan' patted his face again. This time, Danny tried to bite those annoying fingers. The ghost pulled them away in time though. "Don't worry your pretty little head over it," he started. "I'm under contract with Clockwork. If I kill anyone while I'm here, it's back in the Thermos." He shuddered. "And honestly, I really don't want to go back in there."

"But he said nothing about hurting anybody!" Danny's face was still pale.

"Loopholes are a wonderful thing, aren't they?" That smirk was back. "Now, would you like me to let you up, or are you going to continue to throw a bitch fit? Man, I forgot how whiney you are…"

Danny stared hard into the ghost's red eyes. "You promise not to hurt any of the people I care about?"

'Dan' rolled his eyes. "Yes, I promise. If I really wanted to, this town would already be leveled, and you know it."

He had a point there. All this time spent arguing with Danny he could have used to attack everybody and Danny would have been powerless to help. The teen finally sighed and his body seemed to sag with it. He was under way to much stress lately.

'Dan' noticed this, but said nothing.

"Alright, let me up," Danny ordered.

"What's the magic word?" The infuriating smirk!

Danny ground his teeth. "Please."

Oh, 'Dan' was having too much fun with this. "Please what?"

The raven haired boy groaned loudly, kicking his feet. "Please let me go so that when I do break free I don't beat you!"

'Dan' chuckled. "Alright, alight, no need to throw a hissy fit." He blasted the bindings on Danny's wrists, the teen rubbing them as he sat up slowly. "You done whining now?"

"Almost…" 'Dan raised an eyebrow as Danny walked over. He smiled before slugging the ghost's arm as hard as he could. 'Dan' actually winced and rubbed at the sore spot, glaring heatedly down at the teen.

"Do you feel better?"

The blue-eyed boy nodded with a happy sigh, smiling as he changed back into his ghost form. He walked to the edge of the roof, feeling the older ghost's eyes on him the whole way. Then he turned around. "What do I call you anyway?"

The elder bowed low to teen. "You may call me Dan," he said with a smirk.

Danny snorted. "How original."

Dan shrugged. "Best I could do on short notice. And hey, it's not like it wasn't my name at one time."

The halfa glared, memories of that alternate future playing in his mind. He wanted to say something smart, he really did, but nothing came to forefront, so he left it. He hovered in the air and with one last look at Dan, took off for Casper High. If he was lucky, he wouldn't see Lancer for the rest of the day.

Dan watched him go, a strange feeling niggling at the back of his mind. It had something to do with his younger self, but he didn't want to think about that right now.

There was a small ripping sound of someone cutting plastic with a knife, but Dan did not turn to see. Clockwork's child form appeared next to him.

"You handled that very well," that smooth voice stated.

Dan snorted. "Are you going to be watching me all the time then?"

"Not always," said the time keeper. "But often. You might want try and reconcile with him."

"You know, this won't be any easier with you telling me what I should and should not do." Dan was glaring at him.

Clockwork smirked, now an old man. "If you would like to do this all on your own, be my guess. I will refrain from giving you advice." He turned to go back through the portal,

"Will you give it if I ask?"

Another smirk. "Maybe." And with that, he was gone.

Dan remained on that roof for a few more minutes, mulling over the master of time's words. With a sigh, he followed Danny to the high school.


So this chapter's finally done. I wanted to make it longer to make up for the wait, but the plot bunny said no. So this is all you get. I apolgize for the rushed nature of it. and for all the mistakes. It's currently 5:30 am and I don't feel like editing right now.

Please don't be too mad at me! I at least wriggled a little slashy fanservice in there! I've decided that the actual slash will be a long in coming, at least a few more chapters. The plot's still kind of vague to me.

Review for updates!