Time

Chap. 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom

"So why are we in my dad's lab again?" Asked Danny Fenton with a peeved expression

Tucker Foley picked up Mr. Fenton's latest invention and eyed it in the light "BECAUSE Danny, I need some ideas for the science fair, and what better place than your dads ghost lab!"

Samantha Manson, who sat comfortably on the floor, rolled her eyes, "Um…. How about a museum!" You should be getting ideas from geniuses like Thomas Jefferson and Sir. Newton, not…."

"My dad?" Danny finished grimly, "Whatever, just hurry up, and put that down tucker!"

"What is it?" He fingered the piece of equipment, "It looks like a remote control."

"That's because it is, I think its for the time machine my dad keeps talking about." He ran fingers through his jet black hair, "come on Tuck, I-"

"TIME MACHINE!" his eyes lit up in amazement, "that's cooler than cool!"

"Wow.. uh… yea." Admitted Sam, a bit intrigued herself, "Does it work?"

"No, yes, I don't know." He looked up the stairs nervously, "you guys, if my dad comes down here I'm dead."

"Well you are in a sense." The goth girl grinned, fiddling with the remote. "Aw come on Dan, I want to see what happens to me in the future!'

"NO! Absolutely not! Give it back" He turned ghost and leapt at her but she smoothly stepped to the side, sending him through the wall.

"Accident" Danny crawled back angrily, as Tucker Foley laughed out loud.

"Ok that's it! We're outta here!"

She threw on a sweet smile, "Please Dan… I really really would like to see the future"

He tried to remain strong but soon faltered, "Aw come on Sam, I don't think it would even work!"

"See! So cant we just try it? Ya know.. for fun!"

He sighed and threw a careless hand, indicating that they could try it, "but only for a minute!"

"Right right, gotcha!" Tucker looked at all the buttons, "so what's what?"

"I think that red button might do something." Sam referred to the one right splat bag in the middle of the remote. It was huge.

"Hmm… I don't know."

"Oh … HURRY UP TUCKER!" yelled Danny.

With fright, he pressed the red button and the entire room flashed a brilliant white. Sam screamed and Danny tried to turn to ghost mode but they were paralyzed and soon everything went black.

Danny slowly opened his eyes, his vision blurry as he felt his eyeballs swing from side to side. With an aching body he groaned, trying to register what happened.

Sam whimpered beside him, as dazed and confused as her friend. Turning to Tucker they saw that he was unconscious with a big fat tongue flopping out of his mouth ridiculously. Huddling close, Sam whispered, "Where are we?"

They peered around, and it was like they were in a typical suburbia, except it was deadly silent, without even a bird chirping in the huge looming trees. Rows of houses surrounded them, but the insides were too dark to understand, the sky was too blue to be natural.

"Danny…" Sam was frightened. Quickly he formed into ghost mode and flew up into the air, gazing down at nothing but houses for miles, and then the faint hint of a town in the far distant. Strange thing was that everything was grey, there was barely any forest or grass in sight.

He shot back down to meet an angry Sam, "don't leave me like that!"

"Sorry… but I had to try and find something beside all this!" He shuddered as the silence grew thicker and more evident. "We have to get Tucker up and try to make contact with someone."

She hovered over the geeky boy worried. Pulling up an eyelid open, she shook him, "Get up tuck!" lack of response made her angry, "GET UP YOU IDIOT!"

Suddenly he came to life, and then rolled over lazily, "nooo mommy, I hate school"

With relieved sighs, they hauled him up, "Tuck, I don't know where we are exactly, but I don't think we're in the same time zone."

"It looks like a normal neighborhood…" but he paused and actually studied his surroundings "except about a million times creepier."

"Out Danny, I want to get OUT!"

Sam was loosing her cool; Danny figured she was more stressed out than he thought. Before she snapped he offered a suggestion, "how about I knock on a door, get some info?"

She narrowed her eyes, "do it!"

With a hurried pace he ran up to a random door, identical in every way to the houses beside it, and nervously knocked. He was incredibly afraid but turned back to his friends with a reassuring thumb up. Only a crack of the door opened and a pale round head with little hair and huge eyes squinted at him, "yes….?" He asked, his voice scratchy and faltering. Danny couldn't tear his eyes away from the small, shriveled man. "Uhhhhhhh"

"Do you need assistant sir?" he repeated, his voice never losing his robot like personality.

"Uhhh."

Suddenly, the door opened wider and another figured emerged. She was tall and striking with flowing blonde hair and a gorgeous face. Her height must have been seven feet at least. "Who are these people honey?" she asked in a normal, all American voice.

"Hi! I'm Tucker Foley and these are my two buddies Sam and Danny!" Tucker leapt up, smiling smarmily, "funny story actually, we kind of dropped from the sky and-"

"Uhhh he means dropped from the skytrain system!" jumped in Danny. Sam shot Tucker deathly looks, "and we'd really like to know what town we are in right now?"

"Town?" They looked to each other, "What's a town?"

"Ohh aren't they those quaint little things they use to call small communities way back when?"

"Twenty years ago at least!"

They put on amused expressions, "You must be native people, from those tribes in the jungle or something."

"Clearly."

"uhhh yea…" said Sam instantly letting go of her posture and throwing on a confused expression, "we know not what year it is, we know not what place we in."

All three of them began to hop around like monkeys, Tucker scratched his butt for effect as the couple looked at them horrified. "Oh you poor uncultured dears, get in get in!"

The door closed with a click and the three gulped nervously as they gazed up at the huge ceiling. The house was amazingly larger inside than it was outside. "I-I don't understand." Gaped Sam, admiring the marble floors and gold paneled furniture adorning the house.

"Of course you don't honey." The lady patted her shoulder reassuringly, "there's a lot you native people don't understand. Please take a seat." They fell onto hard, metal chairs, causing their posture to be stiff and upright.

"Very good. " the shriveled man nodded and snapped his fingers. A robot wheeled out with a black wig and flowering apron, "Juanita, please can we have some coffee?"

"Starbucks or beetz ditrix. sir."

"Starbucks, and may I add, you look lovely today Juanita."

"Oh beetz sir. Stop."

"this is weird…" hissed Tucker. Sam plastered on a smile, "Soooo….nice place."

The woman nodded., "We just downloaded it this morning." Suddenly the walls fizzed and disappeared momentarily. She banged the building and it reappeared. With a blush she smiled, "I'm so embarrassed."

"Where are we?" Danny blurted out.

"We're in AmityVille dot com dear"

"dot com?" tucker repeated, "you mean like a website?"

"Of course! All our land is half integrated in the virtual world, and completely dependent on the world wide web"

Sam gulped, "you mean, you're linked up to the internet."

"Linked up? No ! We ARE the internet!"

"I suppose your small native minds can't fully comprehend what we're saying." The man said with a dignified air, "Technology has not been blessed on your culture as it has ours …. Ah! Coffees up!"

Three mocha frappachinos fell onto their laps with little umbrellas sticking out of the chocolaty froth.

Sam frowned "I'm not thirsty."

"Oh how silly of me, I suppose you natives prefer coconut juice? If I'm quick I can order some from ebay"

They all pulled a face, "Um… Can I use the phone?" Danny asked sweetly.

Once in the kitchen he shoved himself in the pantry with the smallest cell phone he had ever laid his eyes on. Dialing his home number desperately, he hoped like hell he could connect with his parents back in his own time zone. The ringing seemed to go on forever and then finally… "Hello?"

"Hi!" squeaked Danny, "Uhhh... may I ask who's speaking?"

"this is Danny Fenton…" he paused, "Uhhh… may I ask who's speaking?"