I'm back! And I am DONE with my homework! No procrastinating for me! Well, not too much…

Heh heh… anyway, I'm in a great mood because there's a FOUR DAY WEEKEND coming up! Whew! No school Friday, no school Saturday, no school Sunday, and no school Monday! Ok, time for the chapter now.

Also, sorry for any confusion about Sam and Tucker… I'm having trouble distinguishing the one's who know Danny from the ones who don't… so sorry if that's unclear.

What was going on? It was the question that had been plaguing her all night. There were other questions, of course, weaving through the currents of her brain. Where were Danny and Jazz? How did Tucker and Sam know who that Clockwork ghost was? Who was Clockwork? What did Clockwork mean when he said Danny was running out of time? The more she thought about all these questions, the more cups of coffee she emptied as she tried to get to the bottom of these mysterious events, she realized that there was only one question she really wanted answered.

How does Clockwork know my son?

The answer to this question, she was sure, would lead to the answering of all the others. And she wanted to know the answers to the questions...

Now where to start looking…

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"And then I will take that and do extensive testing to it to triple check your DNA! And then I will take that, and…"

"How is he still monolougeing!" Tucker asked Danny out of the corner of his mouth. "How long is it possible for one guy to talk for?"

"Well, you know technically he's a ghost," Danny muttered.

Tucker frowned. "Yea, and you know, that's what's weird. I mean, I deliver papers here once a week, and that Jack Fenton guy always takes it, pays me, and shuts the door… once or twice right on my foot… and I come back the week after that. Then this week, I have to ring the bell two or three times before he answers, and when he does he immediately decides I'm a spy, and throws me in a cage!"

Danny nodded, but Tucker wasn't done. "And then, somewhere between the front door and the cage, he went from Jack Fenton to that freaky fudge ghost over there!" (A/N: he hee, I love that!)

Danny shifted uncomfortably. "Well, you know, there could be dozens of explanations…"

Tucker still frowned. "And you know what else? There are no doors or windows in here either."

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"So, what do we do now, just stand out here waiting?" Sam made as if to stand up and head towards the front door, but Jazz pulled her back down.

"No! We can't just go charging in!"

"Well then what are we supposed to do?" Sam was getting mad. Did Jazz care about her family at all?

"Well, I'm more a behind the scenes member… Usually I just wait for something to happen."

"Like what?" asked Sam, getting more and more impatient as the conversation progressed.

There was a loud thump, and then another, and a muffled "Ouch!"

Jazz grinned nervously. "Um… like that?"

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Events were progressing at a break neck speed. Everything was starting to draw together, like a noose tightening. The climax was drawing nearer… danger was nigh.

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If anyone had been watching, they would have said it was decidedly strange. But no one was watching- no one dared. The old Fenton house was haunted. Everyone knew that.

But if anyone was watching, and they had thought strange things were happening, they would have been 100 correct. Things were strange. Of course, things always were when timelines crossed. Sam and Tucker had been dealing with ghosts on a daily basis for several months now, and Jazz for a few months less than that. But the other Sam was very freaked to see herself and Tucker lying on the ground, and it took a good five minutes of Jazz using psychology to calm her down.

Of course, as soon as Sam got to her feet, the other Sam lost her head completely again, and it took another five minutes before she was ready to listen to what any of them had to say.

And once she was calmed down again, she decided that she wasn't moving until she knew what was going on. Everything.

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"So, when you crack the safe at Mega Mart, you actually get an extra life? I so could have used that last Tuesday!"

After another half an hour of listening to Plasmius blather on about his plans, Danny and Tucker had started talking about Doomed, basically for an overall lack of anything else to do.

Plasmius was completley ignoring them, being much too absorbed in his own voice to care about what his two little prisoners were saying.

"Do you know that super cheat in level 13? Sam told me about it last month, but she won't tell me what it was! You wouldn't happen to know, would you?"

"Actually, I would…"

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"Ok Sam, this might sound a little crazy…"

Sam snorted, never taking her eyes off the doppelganger sitting across from her. "There's no way anything could get crazier than this."

"You'd be surprised," Tucker muttered.

Jazz ignored them both. "Like I said, this might sound a little crazy, but I swear that every word is true…"

Ok, there we go! Two chapters in one day, I am very happy!

Thanks to Yami-Chan and Unrealistic and Sasia93 for reviewing chapter nine! Unfortunately, we're nearing the end, but you reviewers (and readers) have been the 'light at the end of the tunnel' for me while writing. Without you I would have stopped writing long ago.

Oh, also, happy birthday Vicki! I don't think you even read anything on this website, but in case you do, happy birthday! And I don't care if you're going through a mid-life crisis (At 13…) I can still wish you a happy birthday!

Hmm… Did anyone like the parts where Danny and Tucker are talking in the cage? I personally like it; it's just kind of random… I promise Plasmius stops talking in the next chapter, though!

Well, I've got to go! It's getting late, and I should be in bed. I hope you enjoyed this update, though!

Next update- Friday, most probably.