"Okay students, today we are going to learn about the human body…"

"God! Not this crap again!" Mr. Lancer looked at Dash. "I thought a boy at your age would enjoy looking at a girl's body."

"Well, YEAH, but…. It's getting old."

"Just like me? Am I getting OLD?"

"Uh….well…" Dash was hesitant. Danny looked at Mr. Lancer's face, which was now purple. "FIVE POINTS FROM SLYTHERIN!" Sam looked at Danny and pointed at Mr. Lancer. She then made the "kuku" sign at him, and Danny burst out laughing. "Well, Mr. Potter, is there something you would like to share with the class?" Danny looked up into Mr. Lancer's face, which was hard to do, since the guy was so huge. "Uh, well…. It would be kind of a good idea to lay off the Harry Potter books and go back to reading Charles Dickens…"

"No, really Mr. Fenton, what WERE you laughing at?" Danny knew he had lost, even though what he had said was true. "Uh…well….I, you see," Danny looked to Sam with a pleading look on his face. "Yes, he does." Mr. Lancer looked over to Sam. "Danny's uh…. Danny's my…." Danny knew what she was going to say. 'Oh god, don't say it. PLEASE don't say it.' But before Danny knew it she said, "Danny laughed at a joke I made, that's all." Danny sighed with relief. 'For a second I thought…..' But then he looked over at Sam who was looking back at her desk, drawing something.

"Hey Sam! What were you drawing in class?" Sam looked up to see Danny, and smiled. "Oh, nothing…. Just some random doodles…"

"Ok, whatever." But he lied. She was hiding something, and he didn't know what it was. She NEVER hid anything from him. PLOP. Just as Sam was rounding the corner, something fell from her arms. "Hey Sam, you dropped…." But he didn't continue. It was her sketchbook. "Wha?" Danny opened the journal. Sam's sketches. Danny's eyes opened wide. It was him… "Damn she's good at drawing…." He kept flipping the pages. "Ow!" Danny started to suck on a minor paper cut. Eventually, he came upon one with his shirt off. "What the hell?" He was blushing furiously, and immediately shut the book. "Okay, that's enough. I am going to give this back to Sam, and she'll ask if I looked in it, and I'll say no, and everything WILL BE FINE." But that night, that was the exact opposite of what would happen.

Danny slowly walked to Sam's doorstep, quietly rehearsing the lines he was going to say to Sam. "Okay, one more time. 'Hi Danny!' Oh! Hi Sam! I found you're sketchbook……." Then Danny rang the doorbell. He waited for about one minute, but it felt like an hour. Finally, Sam came to the door and said, "Oh hey Danny! What are you doing….." Then she looked at what was in Danny's hands and blushed. "Oh, I was looking for that! Thanks!" She hastily took the book from Danny and blushed even more. Danny knew he had to say something. "Hey, why are you so worried? I didn't look in it, if you were wondering." "YOU DIDN'T!" Danny fell back, and with a thud, landed on the ground. "Wow, a little happy about that, are we? Sure you're not hiding something?"

"No, no!" Sam was STILL blushing. And with that, she slammed the door.

'Wow, Sam was a spaz…' Danny thought. 'Maybe she IS hiding something. Something that I didn't get to see when I looked in that sketchbook….."

That night, Danny couldn't sleep. The thought that Sam was hiding something kept troubling him. Danny thought to himself, 'I mean, COME ON! We both know that we share secrets…..' Danny turned back onto his side. He wanted to know what time it was, but unfortunately, his alarm clock wasn't exactly working anymore. Danny slowly got out of bed and sleepily walked downstairs into the kitchen. He looked at the microwave. "2 am. Great. I've been awake for four hours!" He was just about to turn around when I bright blue clock appeared in front of him. Danny was blinded by the light for a few seconds, and gasped. "C-Clockwork?"

"That IS my name."

"What are you doing here?"

"Why are you so eager to get answers that only you can see?"

"What do you mean?"

"Why do you think a ghost like me, at this time of day, would trouble myself with a fourteen year old boy, unless it had some sort of meaning?"

"What are you-----?"

"Think boy! The Master of Time, whether it's been years days or months…"

"Years…. Days….M-months?" Danny finally understood.

"Ah, I see by your face you finally get it. Now come, and all of your questions and guilt will be cleared….."