Phanniemay Day 9: Time Travel

Word Count: 889

Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom

A/N: Sorry about the late update again TT^TT


"Mr. Fenton, Mrs. Manson, and Mr. Foley, please try to at least pretend you are interested in this lesson." Mr. Lancer said in an almost flippant manner. Students snickered and glanced to the back, where the said teenagers were. Danny blushed, and Sam and Tucker quickly got rid of the notes they were passing. Once satisfied, Lancer went back to his lesson.

Sam turned back to Danny as soon as Mr. Lancer's back was turned. "Danny, who was it this time?" He had recently left school to deal with a ghost, and returned looking exhausted.

"Skulker and Technus finally decided to team up," He shuddered at the thought, "And they were actually pretty hard. Other than the fact that they argued every few minutes, and Technus spewed all his monologues."

Tucker chuckled, and quickly straightened his face when Mr. Lancer glanced his way. "What's next? The daughter of the Box Ghost and Lunch Lady?" Tucker and Sam laughed quietly, but Danny just averted his gaze. 'I don't doubt it. Everything's happening so fast, I don't even know if I'm bound to become him.' Danny thought solemnly.

All of a sudden, Danny's ghost sense went off, proceeded by an internal groan. He raised his hand impatiently, wanting to get this over with, but Mr. Lancer was writing on the board.

But instead of the teacher turning around, heavy footsteps echoed down the hall, and Danny glanced in the direction. The rest of the class, including Lancer heard it too and watched expectantly at the door.

The footsteps grew louder as the person neared them. Labored breaths could be heard as well, and the students leaned forward in anticipation. A blur passed, but instead of continuing to their surprise, the figure skidded to a stop in front of the class door.

It was a young woman, around the age of 20. She long black hair that was pulled into a messy ponytail. Her clothes, though slightly ripped, was mostly black, and she wore fishnet leggings, boots, a tank top, and a long trench-coat-like jacket. She had violet eyes that once might have been beautiful, but were now filled with fear, horror, and pain.

She walked in the classroom, eyes wide and scared, as if something was going to jump out at her. Scanning her eyes over the room, they finally landed on Danny, who stared back. Tears welled up, and she ran towards him. Students stared, and Danny froze, unsure if he should attack, or see how this played out.

The woman gave him a bone-crushing hug, tears streaming down her face. "It's been s-so long, Danny. I-I thought I would be t-too late." She gasped out between sobs.

Mr. Lancer, who looked as confused as the rest of the class and Danny, interrupted the moment, "Excuse me ma'am, but do you have a reason to interrupt this lesson?" Getting no response, he turned to his student, "Daniel, do you know this person?"

Before the halfa could reply though, the woman pushed Danny an arms length away from her to get a good look, "You look just l-like I remember..."

A loud crash resonated through the halls, and Danny's ghost sense went off again. He tried to slip away from the strange lady's grasp, but instantly stopped at her words. "Don't go Danny. Don't be the hero this time. Not t-this time." This comment rose a few eyebrows, but nobody interrupted the conversation. "I-I don't want you to-" The woman choked over the word, "I don't want you to d-die."

Everybody's eyes widened, and Danny stiffened. Screams were heard now, and Danny snapped out of his daze. He tried to escape, but to no use.

"Stop Danny! You can't go! Nobody's gonna be here to save the day if you die! That's why Clockwork sent me here! I can't stand seeing you dead. Danny, please, don't go." She sobbed. Danny's eyes widened at the name Clockwork, but Sam and Tucker just frowned with the rest of the class - was there something Danny didn't tell them?

"Let go! People are getting hurt out there!" He was about to phase out of her grip. He didn't care about his identity, if it meant saving innocent lives. But quicker than most eyes could follow, she whipped out a Plasmius Maximus and locked it around Danny's waist.

"W-where did you get this?"

The woman just shook her head in response, and told him, "It doesn't matter. Anyways, if you go out there, you'll be the only one getting hurt. Even now, everybody's safe."

More screams and explosions were heard, but Danny slightly relaxed when he realized they were screams of terror, not of pain. What felt like an eternity later, the halls fell silent, and everybody relaxed.

"Err..." Danny said nervously, rubbing the back of his neck after a long silence, "Umm...Who are you?"

Her eyes widened, and then a look of realization passed over, "That's right, you don't know who I am. Don't freak out D-danny, okay?" He hesitantly swallowed and nodded his head.

"The name's Sam. Sam Manson."