Ugh. Late update. I apologize. BUSY. Trust me when I say I really have been working hard on this, to get it updated...it's just a tad behind schedule...

Disclaimer: I have no time to dawdle over owning something as legendary as Doctor Who or as fun as Danny Phantom. *sigh* Doesn't stop me from wishing for it, though...

Part 10: The Meeting

Meeting- (n) the act of coming together. EX: The meeting between the Doctor and Danny was the whole plot bunny of this fiction...


"W-who are you?" Danny stuttered, looking over the strange man in front of him.

The man fiddled with his coat pocket as he spoke, "I just told you, I'm the Doctor."

Danny let that filter in before shaking his head in bewilderment. "That's not a name."

"Oy, watch it! How'd you like it if I made fun of your name?" The Doctor lifted an eyebrow at the befuddled teenager, "Danny Fenton/Phantom, how original is that? And then you go off and have a clone with the same name! If you think mine is strange, take a look at your own back yard! I mean, Box Ghost, really?" Shaking his head, the Doctor flashed a grin at the perplexed boy in front of him.

"Huh?" Danny asked, cocking his head to the side.

"Ugh..." The Doctor's groan trailed off as he paced between two lab tables, rattling off at amazing speeds. "Look, I know who you are. Check. I won't tell anyone. Check. My friend's stuck in the Ghost Zone and I have to get past a daft warden to look for her, which would be a lot easier with your help," the Doctor paused, staring at his reflection on a cleaned wall. "If I have to, I'll do it alone. …Um, oh... and check."

Danny blinked dumbly, trying to process what this strange, skinny man was rambling about.

The Doctor, turning to see Danny's expression, pulled a frustrated hand through his untamed hair, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not good at revealing secrets in nice, no, soft, no, what's the word? Word, word, word... DELICATE!" Danny jumped at the sudden burst out of the insane... whatever this crazy man was. "I'm not good at revealing secrets in a delicate matter and I really need you to understand my point. Said point being that my friend needs my help and I could use yours!" The Doctor finished with wild, desperate eyes staring pleadingly at Danny.

"You're talking really fast." Danny finally managed to stutter, confused on a new level of weird.

The Doctor threw his head back in agony. "Ugh! Look, come with me into the Ghost Zone. A human is in danger, and unless you think she can live a thousand years in Walker's prison, she needs my—your help."

Danny looked into the Doctor's eyes and saw, alongside swirling insanity, sincerity. An intense sincerity unlike any other, and he realized instantly what need to be done. Danny stood straight and nodded, shifting into his ghost form. "Okay. I'll help. But you've still got some serious explaining to do—just... talk slower, okay? You're giving me a headache."

The Doctor let off a brilliant, shining smile that Danny was fairly sure was unmatchable. "Molto bene!" He spun and trotted to the hoverboard he abandoned, yanking out his metallic buzzing device as he got to it.

"Huh?"

The Doctor stopped and looked at him blankly before smiling again. "Oh, sorry. Italian." He then got back to shining his device at the board, somehow the machine responded with a series of chirps and heated up its engines. Danny watched as he finished whatever he was doing, trying not to feel so much like he was missing something.

The Doctor stopped and looked back at him with the manic grin. "Alrighty then. Let's go!" With a wink, the Doctor hopped aboard and shot off, knowing that Danny would be right behind as they flew back into the ghost zone.

...Crappy ending, I know, was going to add more but decided against it. Thanks Amazing Bluie! You're the best editor ever! (Total credit goes to AB for basically everything that happened in this part, especially with dialog...he did a lot more than what's normally asked of an editor to dig me out of the writers block known as Part 10. XD Thank HIM, not me, for this chapter.)

~Catalyst