Okay readers you've been asking for it for a long time now so here it is...

ELLIE FINALLY MEETS CLOCKWORK! *dramatic music plays*

I know it been a long time coming so don'te let me bore you here. Who is next for the Disclaimers...uh Lunch Lady Ghost.

Lunch Lady: Well darling that would be just fine with me, hamburger?

uh no thanks I just ate.

Lunch Lady; THAN YOU SHALL PAY!

Fine I'll eat it just do the disclaimers

Lunch Lady: Alright then. This story and Ellie doe belong to Con-Artist643 but the series Danny Phantom does not. Please enjoy the chapter and be sure to eat your meat loaf.

Sure what she said. Enjoy!

Ghost Writer was contently lying on his couch. One leg was on top of the armrest and the other hug off the side giving him enough room to rest his head on the cushions with his eyes closed and hands clasped together on his chest. His glasses were on his forehead and his scarf had loosely come undone and had just one piece of it covering his neck while the rest pooled on the floor. Scars could be seen on his pale ivory skin, some slightly pink and others deep scarred tissue.

Normally he would keep them covered but he figured that the risk of someone visiting today was slim to none. Besides his mind was drawn to other things. To anyone who would see him now would think that he was the epitome of peace and relaxation, but in truth he was steadily driving himself mad.

While he knew it was necessary to give Ellie a preverbal kick in the pants, he felt… guilty about kicking her out until her problem was resolved. He mostly just hoped that her friend didn't try to threaten her secret to her home or expose her in some other way, therefore forcing Ellie do so as she pleased. Writer knew that Ellie would associate with such a person on a regular basis but he had found out the hard way many years ago that people can get close to you and hide their entire selves form being recognized.

Writer reached his hand up and gently traced a long thin line that went from the bottom of his chin to the near bottom of his neck as again he lost himself in thought.

"You should dwell on your past so much Writer." Said ghost jumped up and quickly rewrapped his scarf as he looked around for the intruding voice. "You never know what the future may bring."

"Well you'd know all about what the future holds wouldn't you Clockwork?" Writer stated in a less than pleased tone. From the corner of the room, shadowed by the bookshelves, emerged a purple clad ghost with blue skin and red eyes. He smirked as he faded his tail and formed his baggy blue panted legs.

"I suppose I would, but you know as well as I that nothing is set in stone."

"Regardless. What do you want?" Writer busied himself with the books that had piled up on his table and began replacing them on the nearby shelves.

"I can't visit a flame of mine?"

"Old Flame!" Writer corrected. Clockwork frowned and showed one of his rare moments of true emotion.

"We never had to stop you know. We could always…"

"Enough. I don't feel like talking about that right now. Last thing I want is those damn eyes on me again." Writer replaced the last book and let his hand fall on one of the books that Ellie had accidentally borrowed. Clockwork walked up behind him after he leaned his staff on the table and wrapped his arms around Writer's shoulders.

"I am sorry for the trouble they caused."

"I digress, what do you want?" Writer slipped free of his loose graps and looked at the master of time. "While I'm sure you have plenty of it, I don't have the time to be playing your games. I have others things one my mind so be quick about it." Writer crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back on the bookcase.

"You were never a game to me Writer." Clockwork reasoned but the glare he was given made he sigh. "Alright. While I would like to rekindle what we had, you are right. I am here for consult." Writer nodded for him to continue but the Library gave a pained wail before he could. Writer pushed himself from the bookcase and looked up to the ceiling.

"What wrong?" his voice was slightly panicked. The Library had made a series of sounds before but never one so pained or loud. Writer feared that a ghost might have started a fire for kicks. "What is it?" The Library let out another pained moan as it pulled a book from the shelves and instead of it hovering in the air like usual it fell harshly to the ground. Writer retrieved it quickly and began flipping the pages.

Clockwork was even slightly baffled by what was happening. Normally he would just look into the possible futures and determine the most likely possibility but without his staff in hand and the powers of his domain he could do little more than guess. He could easily see that Writer was beyond panicked and placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him. Wither it worked or not was a mystery.

"WHAT?" Writer stopped at a page and after jut a few seconds of looking at it he dropped it to the ground and ran for the entrance. Clockwork looked at the book and saw one of those he cared for in pain and barely hanging on to the map that Writer had given her. He quickly flew after Writer who had just thrown open the doors and began looking around the green and hazy Ghost Zone.

Ellie was exhausted and freezing. He body was practically hanging limp as the map pulled her to her destination. She slightly prayed that her hand had frozen to the map or she might let go and fall to the abyss that is the Ghost Zone. Her body was becoming numb fast and the speeding chilled air around her was not helping at all. Her eyes were beginning to close.

"ELLIE!" she jumped at the call of her name and slowly craned her cramped neck up to see Writer on the edge of the Library's landmass with his hands cupped over his mouth. Ellie gave a sigh of relief but her moment of bliss caused what remained of her grip to vanish. Ellie accidentally let go of the map and began to fall helplessly. Writer called out her name again.

"TIME OUT!" Ellie stopped falling.

Ellie was sure that she was done for but then a warm body, for a ghost, was holding her. Slowly she opened her frost-covered eyelashes and saw a purple clad ghost with a relived smile on his blue face. Ellie couldn't stop herself from leaning into the warmth of his frame and felt something odd. He had a glass case in his chest like a grandfather clock. The ticking was what really caught Ellie's attention. Her pains and freezing problems were lulled away by the comfort of his clock.

"Are you alright Ellie?" The ghosts deep voice chuckled. Ellie looked up at him and gave a small weak smile and a nod. "My name is Clockwork and I am a friend." He then pulled his cape around and without disturbing his hood, wrapped some of Ellie in it. She practically cuddled into his warmth.

"CLOCKWORK?" Writer yelled. "What are you waiting for? Get her over here!" Clockwork chuckled and gently flew over to Writer.

"I swear neither of you have changed…" He looked at Ellie's chilled frame and smiled again. "Well mostly anyway."

"Stop mumbling riddles to yourself and lets get her inside." Writer gently checked Ellie forehead and his hand froze. He pulled back quickly before his whole arm froze and examined the ice. "That's new."

"Are you alright?" Writer looked at Clockwork with a raised eyebrow and broke the ice on his hand with a clutched fist.

"Fine. Follow me." Writer returned to the interior of the Library with a happy timekeeper behind him.

Ellie was in another dream. She just knew it. The two voices kept echoing in her ears and one was holding her. The ticking of a clock wouldn't leave her ears and she refused to loose it. She clutched to the frame holding her and fisted his shirt in her frosty hands. Every time a shiver would rake her form he would pull her closer and gently rub her back.

The second voice seemed to be complaining and the one holding her chuckled. His laugh boomed in his chest, which Ellie's ear was against. The other voice was too far for her tired mind to register but the one she leaned on was only slightly muffled.

"I can't put her down. She won't let go, besides she's freezing." His voice echoed in his chest. The other voice sounded annoyed this time. "No need to get jealous." The other voice got loud her and seemed to come closer as the smell of ink and cinnamon got stronger.

"I don't mind you keeping her warm, but wipe that satisfied smirk off your face!" the one holding her chuckled. "And stop laughing this is serious! I only have a handful of books on ice Ghost powers. She could freeze to death from the inside out." The one holding her squeezed her tighter before loosening his hold and pulling one arm away. Ellie squirmed slightly at the loss of warmth on that area, but another frame was pulled against her. "What are you…? Let go."

"Be quiet. You'll wake her." The other was stuttering. "You said yourself she needed to stay warm and this seemed like the best solution. We just need to hold her until she wake up right?" Both arms left Ellie this time, but were quickly replaced by another warm body against her. Ellie snuggled into the new warm body and relaxed. "See? She's certainly warm now. As are you apparently…unless you found a way for a ghost to get sunburn on their cheeks."

"Oh hush!" the new frame wrapped is arms around her. "And stop enjoying this!" The one she was leaning on laughed again.

"Well you have to admit she is quite pretty. She seems to fit perfectly between us. Wouldn't you agree?"

"We are not having this conversation with your latest fling interest between us like this and get those thoughts from your head. She's too young for either of us." The second frame relaxed more against her and Ellie was the most content she had ever been in her entire life. Between the ticking and smell of ink she was almost dizzy in bliss.

"I don't have flings." The first one hissed. "But apparently you have given thought to her…extended company."

"Oh for the love of… Look, you know how human's are now a days. Underage relationships are a 'no no' and so are multiple ones."

"Since when does society matter to a pair like us?"

"Since we stopped being a pair and since you wanted to involve a human who is a member of that society as well as her living relatives."

"…Alright we can talk more later."

"NO WE WILL NOT CLOCKWORK!" the second yelled practically in Ellie's ear.

"Writer!"

Ellie's eyes snapped open and she realized that it wasn't a dream. She was currently sitting in the ghost who caught her, Clockwork's, lap with part of his cape covering her cold body. He was sitting on the Library couch sideways with his back on the armrest. The second form couldn't be mistaken. Writer was looking down at her with large shocked eyes. He was still close to Ellie but his arms were locked straight as his hands were against Clockwork's shoulders who was smirking at the two of them.

Writer pulled back now that he had fully registered Ellie was awake. Clockwork just chuckled again earning himself another glare from Writer. Ellie looked up at his blue face that held a mirthful smile.

"Well, good morning Ellie. How…?"

"Please for the love of all that was and will be written tell me you heard none of that." Writer moaned as he held his face in his hands. Ellie shivered slightly again but this time because the ghost still holding her spoke softly in her ear.

"Best play dumb. We don't want him having a break down." She could practically feel the smirk on his face as she looked at Writer.

"I was pretty out of it." She said. Writer looked up at her through his fingers. "All I could really register was something about society and my living relatives. Then you yelled. None of it made any sense to me." She felt Clockwork chuckle and jerked her elbow back under the cape to make him stop. Writer looked at them for a moment and wither he believed her or not her accepted it.

"Fine." He stood up. "I know it must be awkward but you best not move for the moment Ellie. You're chilled from the inside and he is the only thing keeping you warm." Writer hissed the 'he' slightly and the one holding her laughed again. "I'm going to get you some hot tea…. if his hands wander in the slightest I want you to scream at the top of your lungs." Ellie paused slightly at that. While she was oddly content against this stranger, she didn't want him molesting her. She nodded her head slowly.

"Oh come now Writer. There is no need to scare the poor girl. You know I would never do such a thing."

"Some times I wonder." Writer then walked into the kitchen and out of sight. Ellie was still a little tense against Clockwork and he sighed.

"He really was just joking. I promise. And I am sorry about the situation, we have a…touchy history." Ellie laughed softly.

"Its alright. I've been around him enough to realize when he's just teasing. You name is 'Clockwork' right? You two seem…close."

"That is correct." He shifted his legs under Ellie for a moment before stilling again. "I am the Keeper of Time, as it were. And Writer and I were indeed close in the past but he saw fit to end that."

"P-Pleasure to m-meet you. I'm El-Ellie." Clockwork wrapped Ellie tighter in his cape as he shivers got worse. "Th-thanks."

"It's a pleasure to help. Besides who would complain to having such a lovely young lady to hold." He teased. Ellie laughed as she pulled his cape tighter around her.

"Best be careful Clock, I didn't forget what Writer told me."

"While I'm sure it would be entertaining I think we should spare him he heart attack." They both laughed together.

"So you two were an item?"

"Yes we were for quite a while. Surprised?"

"A bit… Writer seems to have an aversion to r-romance." Ellie glanced over to the bookcases that hid the romance section. "But I never r-really thought that he was into…"

"Men?" Ellie nodded and Clockwork laughed. "While we did date, I believe the term is, Writer is not interested in only men. In fact very few ghosts care for gender. In life you have to worry about what others think. In death…"

"It doesn't really matter right? So your both Bi then?"

"If we were filling out a survey then, yes. But Writer would never admit it due to bad memories. But that is for him to tell you on a later date I'm sure."

"He doesn't have to tell me. It's not my business." Clockwork looked at her with tender red eyes.

"You don't want to know?"

"Well sure I do, but… I don't want him opening up old wounds to ease my curiosity."

"You are still the same." Clockwork quietly mumbled as he rested he head on top of Ellie's.

"What?" Clockwork regained his composer and leaned back up with another smile.

"My apologies. I tend to loose myself to thought on occasion. What you said… it reminded me of someone I cared… Both Writer and I cared about dearly."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be it was a good memory and they maybe closer than we think…only time will tell." Ellie had to stifle a laugh at Clockworks lame joke and his chuckle drew he over the edge. They both laughed happily together and this was the scene that Writer walked in on. He wasn't sure why, but he was both jealous and felt left out at the same time. Ellie was happily cuddled up against a ghost who she had clearly just met and they were both laughing and enjoying themselves. Writer was about to back out of the room but Clockwork saw him and motioned for him to come over without Ellie noticing. Writer took a breath and walked straight up to them.

"Enjoying yourselves?"

"Sorry Writer. Didn't mean to make you feel left out." Ellie apologized when she realized the reason of his curt tone. Writer froze for a moment but blew it off and handed Ellie the tea. She was surprised when it didn't freeze in her hand but was most definitely not complaining.

"You can let her sit on her own now Clockwork. That tea will negate her ice powers for a short while." Clockwork clearly didn't want to separate from Ellie but didn't put up a fight and sat her on the cushions next to him with her still wrapped in his cape.

Writer was baffled as to why is long time associate was acting so odd. Sure he had seen times where Clockwork was a bit clingy to him, usually because of some horrible vision of the future or a sad memory, but never has he seen him get so… chummy with a stranger. Writer sent an analyzing glare at Clockwork. He usually claimed he knew everything, but like he often said the 'Parade' known as time is often partial to taking many possible routes. Ellie might have something to do with his, or even their futures… or pasts… Writer rubbed his hair in frustration. The master of time would never tell him straight out so he would just have to wait and see what would come to pass.

"I think we spent enough time on pleasantries." Writer stated.

"That is true." Both ghosts turned to Ellie. "While we could assume you came here to get help for your ghost powers alone…"

"The fresh thorn cuts on your arms tell us other wise." Writer finished. "What happened?" Ellie put the now empty cup on the table and sighed.

"A new ghost named Undergrowth." Clockwork didn't look surprised and Writer looked thoughtful. "He's taken over everything back home. The buildings are coming down and these 'mind vines' are controlling the people. Normally I'd bust in there and kick him back to the ghost zone, but these new powers keep messing me up. And anywhere I went to on Earth he could follow me so I came to the one place he couldn't."

"Very smart." Clockwork complimented. Writer narrowed his eyes at the Time Keeper.

"Don't pretend to be impressed. You knew everything that was going to happen right up to this point." Ellie was shocked. She looked at Clockwork who just had an at eased smirk pointed at Writer.

"You over estimate me Writer. You know more than the average ghost, you know I only see the possibilities of what may happen. For example, Ellie's powers were unlikely to progress so fast at the current time and as you can see that is not the case." Clockwork reached over and pulled a small icicle off the end of Ellie's pigtail.

"So then tell us the best course of action or are there too many eyes?"

"Eyes?" Ellie was confused as far as she could tell the only people in the room were the three of them.

"I can make a suggestion to a friend but I'm afraid I can't directly help. My…employers would be unhappy if I did more." Clockwork explained for Ellie.

"Well out with it then?" Writer was quickly becoming impatient when he saw Ellie begin to shake again.

"I would recommend the Ghost Hunter, Skulker."

"Skulker? He wants to, and I quote, 'mount my head on his mantel'. Why would he help me?"

"Give him an offer of some sort. You need to fight someone skilled and knowledgeable about ice ghosts. I'm sure he's fought a few in his time." Ellie was skeptical as she looked at Writer for his opinion. His brows were furrowed towards the ground as he rested his chin on his hand. He sighed after a few moments and pushed up his glasses. He looked at Ellie.

"It does make sense. But it is dangerous…. I can tell you the basics from my books but Skulker would have first hand experience." Ellie looked at her bluing fingers and nodded.

"Alright. If you guys think it's a good idea then it will probably work. Push comes to shove I can just convince him that it's the best option."

"How?" Clockwork asked curiously.

"Easy. He likes hunting me cause I'm the best prize he can get from a hunt. By my learning how to get stronger and gain a more note worthy reputation I would become that much more of a valuable prize."

"Clever. After Writer gives you the rundown on your powers I can drop you off at his island on my way home."

"Thanks Clock, that would be a huge help." Ellie laughed with a bright smile. Now she was hopeful and more determined to save her home, friends, and family thanks to Writer and Clockwork.

Writer and Ellie went to another room so she could try a few ice tricks without damaging the books, leaving Clockwork to work over his thoughts in the lounge area. He looked down at his purple gloves and stared at them is disbelief. After all this time he actually held the ones he cared about again. Both were close enough that he could smell the ink on Writer and the different but familiar smell of Ellie.

It wasn't really the first time they had spoken but at the same time it was. Ellie had never met Clockwork before or even heard of him. The circumstances of their meeting were vastly different from their 'original' meeting but it made Clockworks ticking heart tick even faster. He knew that he was being clingy and a bit pushy, but he couldn't help himself. After a rewrite of 16 years, 2 years longer than their original meeting, he could finally hold him…her again.

The changes were obvious, but it meant little to him. Ellie was a girl, had longer hair, was more elegant. But inside they both were the same ghost child he fell for in the past.

The past….

Clockwork spent years mulling over the last time he touched his beloveds and even over the last time he came in contact with the monstrosity that ended their happiness. That day made Clockwork change everything… oh he had paid for it dearly, but this one single meeting made up for it immensely. He fully intended for this to be the first of many meetings, but he also knew that if the Observants ever caught on they would try and take other methods to fixing their… 'problem'.

The Master of Time sighed as he felt his most prized watch under his glove. It was a gift from them all those years ago. He treasured it like no other and while it was a source of great joy; it was also one of sadness. He could never tell them of what was in the past they may never forgive him, or even believe that he was manipulating them for his own gain.

No, he was going to do this right. The future still held a possible vision of them together, but like all others there were other options. He wasn't going to fool himself, that thing was going to come for Ellie. Cold and harsh, it was coming, just as strong if not stronger than before. While they were the same, Ellie was different. He just hoped that would be enough.

After the quick course on the how to of ice ghost powers Ellie bid good-bye to Writer and left with Clockwork for Skulker's home. The trip was instantaneous. One second they were at the Library the next they were standing in front of a castle lodge in the middle of a huge jungle.

"Well this is your stop Ellie. Be carful." Clockwork said as he reached for the button on top of his staff.

"Thanks for the help Clockwork… are we ever going to see each other again?" Clockwork paused and looked at Ellie with a straight face.

"Would you like to?"

"Well yeah, of course. Aside from Writer and Wulf, you're the first ghost I've met that didn't want to blast me. And …"

"And?" Clockwork was pushing it again but he just couldn't bring himself to stop. If it meant a few more moments with Ellie than the Observants could stow it.

"…For some reason you and Writer seem really familiar. I have no clue why, but… I don't want to give that up… or I mean…I uh…" Ellie was bright red and was twiddling her index fingers in nervousness. Clockwork chuckled deep in his chest and lifted Ellie's chin with a cupped hand so she would look him in his face.

"I understand. I won't lie, I get a very comforting and familiar feeling around you and Writer as well and I'm sure he does too. You can ask him yourself 'why?' but we broke up because something was missing from our lives when we were together. Sure other things got in the way as well, but none more so than that." Clockwork leaned forward slightly and Ellie froze when she thought he was going to kiss her. At fist he wanted to but the panicked look in her eyes convinced him otherwise. He instead leaned up close to her ear so his chilled breath ghosted over it.

"I think what was missing was you Ellie." Clockwork smirked when he felt her shiver again, this time knowing it wasn't because of her ice powers and stepped back. He again reached for the button on his staff.

"How long ago were you two together?" Ellie whispered.

"Over two years ago." And with that he was gone. Ellie was so very confused about what had just happened, but even then she couldn't stop the shivers of…excitement that danced on her skin from their close proximity. Ellie cursed her teen hormones and shook her thoughts from her head.

"GHOST CHILD!" Skulker activated his jets and flew out of his window to stand in front of Ellie. "Come to join my collection?" He teased with a cocky smirk.

"Huh?" Ellie took a moment to remember why she was here. "Oh right! Um Skulker I need some help."

"Now why would I help you?"

"Because when you finally manage to kill me you can have the bragging rights that you made sure I was as strong as I could be and that you defeated me in my strongest moment?" Skulker thought for a moment before a big toothy grin danced across his face.

"Well played. You've got my attention."

"Excellent! I need help honing my new Ice Ghost powers and we…er-I figured that who better to ask than the guy who's probably fought hundreds of them." Ellie didn't think it wise to point out any ghosts that were on friendly terms with for the risk that they could be harmed against her.

"Hmmm. Sounds like a challenge. Alright then Ghost Girl, I will train you only so I can have a greater victory in the future…" Skulker got a child like befuddled look on his face before he smirked again. "Nice outfit by the way." He teased. Ellie groaned, she just knew that this was going to be a long few hours.

Amazingly this only look a little over an hour to type up and this is both the rough and final draft. I typically re-read each paragraph like 5 times while I'm typing it to keep track of my place so i tend to catch most mistakes. But I do know that i still left plenty, so I feel its necessary to apologies for all the one's I've made and all the one's I am likely to have in future chapters.

Ghost Writer: Its a pleasant courtesy but no one had even complained about that.

I know I jut felt that I should after realizing I had left some.

Ghost Writer:...right

OH HUSH! Shouldn't you be Stalking Ellie?

Ghost Writer: Who do I look like Edward Cullen? Those cursed 'books' we're sent to the 'Not real Literature' Section of my Library.

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