It's been a long time since I updated and I can say excuse after excuse, but in all reality my depression had gotten the better of me and I had lost all motivation to do anything. Much less write. I'm better now, sort of, and I have an update for you guys.
Once again guys, here's an update about how far this is going. 6,885 views, 208 follows, 140 favorites, and 37 reviews. Holy shit. And there's something new too. Someone put this into a community!
I'll ask again, since it seems that none of you like answering my questions, but does anyone want Danny paired with anyone? And, if so, who? I, personally, don't think romance would be a good idea with this type of story. But this is your last chance to get Danny in a relationship; after I post the next chapter you won't get another chance.
(EDIT 5/24/17: All I did was fix a few things, nothing too big.)
I don't own Danny Phantom or Supernatural.
Dean didn't like the thing.
The monster thing that hurt his brother. The blue (Dead) eyed, black haired, creature.
Dean hated it. Despised it and swore up and down to kill it. Even though it pulled Lucifer out of Sammy and disappeared with the winged bastard. Even though Sam said not too – that the thing was good, in a weird way.
It hurt Sam, it hurt him and he still insists that it's good. That's what gets Dean's blood boiling. It was a monster and yet again Sam was sticking up for it. They were Hunters for fucks sake! They were suppose to kill monsters not make friends with them.
And, okay, maybe Dean was a bit bitter over the fact that apparently Sam had come into contact with thing multiple times and never said anything – maybe he was angry that the thing was able to save his brother when Dean couldn't.
But he wouldn't dare say it aloud.
He never wanted to see that dead eyed monster again, not unless he had the chance to kill it. So of course it was just his luck that Dean walked into a fast food joint and there it was, happily eating a burger.
God damn it.
Danny was having a good time overall. He got an answer for his title, admittedly it wasn't what he wanted to hear but still, he was slowly getting to work about fixing this world, he was 'Teaching' manners to an Archangel, and he was eating a pretty good burger.
Not the best he ever tested before, true, but still rather good.
He was currently planning the tests for the two humans he chose to keep this world in check. He couldn't just give them that kind of power without being sure after all. And, of course, he'd have to stay longer to properly teach them how to use their powers and make sure it won't tear the humans to shreds. Hmm, he'd need to also teach them how to keep emotions in check. It wouldn't do for them to try and save everyone just because they felt guilt. They'd need to learn how to handle that guilt as well, damn.
Danny sighed.
There was still so much to do, to plan and to set into motion. He was going to be here for awhile. Duplicates are so helpful, really made things easier.
He smiled again and took a bite out of his burger. The result, though, would be worth it, of that he had no doubt.
Danny glanced up and locked eyes with a familiar man who was visibly angry. It was the taller man just behind him that made him remember who they were.
Oh, well this was unexpected surprise.
Danny loved unexpected surprises.
The Angels and Demons were panicking. Lucifer was gone. No one could find him, not even a hint to where he may be. There was little to no information, except that he was taken by the strange creature that even the non-Hunter humans knew about.
There were arguments about every little thing. Whether the creature was with the Demons or with the Angels, if it could be trusted, if they should find it and kill it.
Michael knows, though, that it wasn't with the Demons. For something that on those vile creatures' side wouldn't have treated Lucifer like that, wouldn't have whispered assurances and soft nothings when a Human was in pain.
It wasn't on the Angels' side either. He would've known what it was if the creature was with them.
Now, could it be trusted?
He wasn't sure about that one.
It was strong, that much was clear, but just how strong? Could he be sure that it wouldn't interfere with any plans that were made?
No, he couldn't.
He had to make plans and to set those plans into motion as fast as possible. He wasn't going to allow anything to interfere with Heaven's plans for the future.
Michael turned around and locked eyes. He reeled back in shock. The eyes were a brightly glowing green peering out from underneath a hood with a large sharp toothed smile set below them.
A voice that almost echoed with an undertone of static spoke, "I think that we need to have a little talk, don't you?"
Time was strange. A paradox upon its self. It was a straight line with a course already set for each timeline, but there were many turns and twist it might take and the straight lines would suddenly not be straight anymore. The lines would cross other another and back again. Over and over and over and over again until you couldn't tell which line was for which timeline. There would be smaller lines splitting apart from the original lines stretching away then rounding backwards, sideways, up, down, and every other way it could before twisting around another line for just a moment.
The lines – the strings of time for that's what they were more alike – were colored. And always changed, always moved, broke apart, wound back together.
Time was alive.
Time was dead.
Time held no care for the things that it ruled over.
Time cradled the souls like they were the greatest gift in the world.
Time was a web that was always changing, moving, but never strayed from its own set path.
Danny thought it was beautiful and shocking.
Clockwork thought it was blank and suffocating.
But that was okay, for Time didn't care what they thought of it. It would continue with how it was suppose to. It would hold those two close and show them what was needed to be seen. Time did not care for the ones it ruled. But it did cling to the ones who could see it, touch it's strings.
Time had many who could interact with it. It had no favorites.
Time could feel that two more would soon join their siblings in it's hold.
Time couldn't wait.
Time could wait.
