(Daemyn's POV)
"Okay, it's obvious that this..." Kendra glanced to her sister. "...disease?"
Fitter shrugged and pulled a blue strand out of her face. "For now, I guess. Until we discover what exactly is happening."
"This disease is not normal. There are no cases of disappearing limbs anywhere in world," Kendra picked up some papers on a desk and shuffled through them. "Unless you count magic shows, that is. Some guy named "Magic Mitch" has made over 50 arms and legs disappear. Unlike our case though, his volunteers go home in one piece."
Not that it was going too well, but our trio had retreated to my room in hopes to once again come up with a solution. Kendra sat on my rolling chair by my desk, Fitter was on the windowsill, and I lay on the bed, staring aimlessly at the ceiling. When I was little, Mom and Dad had painted it black with yellow and white stars. Dad, not being the best painter in the world had accidentally smudged one of them, but ask him and he'll call it a shooting star. A tuft of black tickled my nose and I brushed the defiant strand away. "Great. Let's call him and see if he can help Mom."
"Did you hear that Kendra? I do believe that was sarcasm just now! Dae's feeling better," Fitter grinned at me. In a way, she was right. I didn't feel as glum, thanks to Dad's temporary absense. Not to mention these sisters couldn't leave a sulking kid alone if he PAID them to.
Kendra looked up at her sister and relayed disapproval through her eyes. "Fit. Serious moment."
"...sorry."
"S'okay," the girl returned to her papers. "Nothing's conclusive...maybe if we took a DNA sample, I could figure out what-"
Suddenly, a loud shout burst from my parent's bedroom. "NO! SAM!"
Like lightening I was by Uncle Tucker's side. "What happened? What's wrong?"
He was running his hands all along the bed, frantically searching for something. "NO! Come back!" His eyes darted back and forth over the black sheets. On the ground was his PDA, and I picked it up. He didn't even look at it as his hands flew spider-like over the green comforter.
My stomach dropped, and the breakfast I had had an hour ago threatened to reapper. "Unlce Tucker...where's Mom?"
He froze at the sound of my voice. Without looking at my face, he shook his head.
"Gone."
The girls walked in and instantly realized what had taken place. Fitter placed a hand on my shoulder and Kendra fell into her father's arms. There wasn't a dry eye in the room.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel. Heck, I didn't know if I still existed, because my reality had just thrown itself out the window. Mom was...gone. She could still come back, right? Like she had before? And this time, we'd take her to Grandma and Grandpa Fenton's house to see if they could detect any ectoplasmic residues. That would tell us the ghost that did this and then Dad could beat the crud out of the guy and we could live together as a family agian.
A warm sensation radiated from my chest. Dad was back from his sulk in the lab. Wait-
Dad.
Who was going to tell Dad?
Before I could raise the question, he appeared at the doorway. Through tears, I sensed immediately that something was different. His usually confident posture looked defeated. Instead of leaning jockishly on the frame, his stance gave the idea that he didn't really want to enter the room; he didn't want to accept what had happened there.
"Dad, Mom-"
"I know Daemyn. I know."
Silence.
"What are we going to do?"
"Not now, son."
What did he mean, not now? If not now, when? Mom had just disappeared, and he acted like...like...he couldn't do anything about it.
My Dad is Danny Phantom. There isn't anything in the world he can't do! Well, besides passing Geometry, but that's nothing. Alot of people don't pass geometry. Including me. Seriously, what's all this stuff with pie? Pie is clearly meant to be eaten, not multiplied and divided to find a radian...although, if someone wanted to multiply the amount of pie we had in the fridge, then we could divide and share it, that'd be fine by me.
Point is, Dad's one of the most powerful people on the planet, if not the most powerful person on the planet. He should be able to do something!
Azul eyes met, and with a shock, I realized he couldn't do anything about it.
"Daemyn, why don't you and Fit and Kendra step out of the room? I...I need to talk to Tucker alone."
We shut the door on our way out, but that doesn't mean we left.
Kendra turned the knob shut. "Eavesdrop?"
"Of course," Fitter whispered as we bent low to the ground. Kendra took the spot on top, I took the middle, and Fitter took bottom. I balanced myself by placing a hand on Fit's shoulder. The warmth of her body flooded through me, and I almost jerked my hand away from the cause of flucuating hormones.
Wait-not the right time to think about that.
Mom disappeared, Tucker was a basket case, and Dad was about to spill something big. It was time to keep quiet.
(Third Person POV)
After the teenagers walked out, Danny sighed deeply and sat in the spot that his wife had been in moments earlier. His mind was jumbled, and not only because the love of his life had vanished into thin air.
"Did you talk to him?" Tucker asked solemnly. His eyes refused to look up from the bed as emotions rapidly churned through him.
Danny studied his friend, looking for a way to relay what he had been told. "I talked to him."
"And?"
The silence dragged on for minutes, neither really wanted to know the answer. It was obviously one neither wanted to hear. The unexplainable had occured, an event beyond humans, ghosts, or the realm of time and space. Something defied the very physics of life and they sat alone in silence wondering how.
"He knew I was coming," Danny started off, a sad ring in his voice.
It was eeriely quiet as Danny softly landed before the Tower of Time. Although there was usually a lack of noise, it seemed as if Father Time himself was holding his breath as he watched the man walk to the door. But Danny didn't notice; his mind was set on one thing, and there was one person who had the answers. It wasn't his father, no. Despite the few great moments Jack Fenton received in his life, there was no way that the aging man would be able to spot anything abnormal. Even his mother, the one who actually had the Ph.D., wouldn't be able to give finite answers.
But Clockwork, the ghost who knew everything that had/ was/ and would happen, he was the one to go to for answers.
Danny Phantom drifted through the gears and clocks that decorated Clockwork's lair until he entered the main chambers where the ghost stood in front of three very different screens. One showed a picture from Danny's high school days, one of his numerous encounters with his old English teacher, Mr. Lancer. The middle showed the present, and reflected the room. The final one flickered away before Danny could fully comphrend its picture. He could've sworn he saw Daemyn and the girls doing something...with a pineapple.
A pineapple?
Danny realigned his thoughts as he landed behind the Master of Time. "Clockwork. I need to ask-"
"I know why you're here, Danny Phantom. I know everything." The old form in front of the halfa switched to a smaller and younger figure.
Danny's eyes glowed brighter. "What's going on? Why is Sam disappearing without warning? How is that possible? Which ghost do we need to save the world from this time? Will it strike anyone else?"
A sigh emitted from Clockwork as he patiently waited for his ward to finish with the laundry list of questions. He didn't want to answer Danny. The man wouldn't like the answer he was about to receive.
But receive it, he must.
"I know you don't want to hear this, but it is the truth. There is nothing you can do to help your wife."
Danny's emotions churned angrily within him. "Clockwork! I don't care how powerful this ghost is, I will do anything to stop this!"
Clockwork turned to face him and engimatic red eyes glared at Danny. "You can't do anything. This occurence isn't caused by any single ghost. Although it may pain you to hear, that's all I can tell you about it."
No. No way. Danny did not come to Time's door to be denied the answers he desperately longed for. He clenched his fists. "That's not fair. I can't sit by and watch while my wife vanishes before me! I won't let her die!"
"'Til death do us part' has nothing to do with your situation," Clockwork said. "Everything is the way it should be."
"Are you kidding me? Everything is NOT the way that it should be! MY WIFE IS-"
"I'm aware of your wife's condition! But let me assure you that there is not one thing you can do for her at this time. You have more important things to be worrying about."
"What could be more important than Sam right now?" Danny asked, infuriated. This was not the answer he wanted to hear. This was not what he had come for.
"You. Your health and safety in this time. Daemyn. Your son whose world is about the change drastically."
"But Daemyn isn't the cause of this! Clockwork!" Tears formed in his eyes and he fell to his knees. "Just tell me what I can do."
"Go home."
"How is that supposed to-"
"The future may not be set in stone, but if you continue down the path that you are on, I cannot promise you'll like the end result. Go home. Go home for Sam."
Teeth clenched and eyes burning, Danny Phantom stood up. "Fine...for Sam." He turned to leave.
"Danny."
Phantom rose into the air and mutely turned to face the ghost.
"A word of warning, because I don't want you to go through any more pain than necessary: when you get back, she's not going to be there."
Danny's eyes widened, and a small gasp echoed throughout the room. Instantly he bolted out and raced towards home.
Clockwork's gaze followed his until the black-and-white blur faded from sight.
"After all, that is the way things are meant to be."
dun Dun DUN!
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