There was nothing in the world,

That I ever wanted more

Than to feel you deep in my heart

There was nothing in the world ,

That I ever wanted more

Than to never feel the breaking apart

-The Cure-

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A splitting headache pulsed in Danny's head as he slowly began to regain consciousness. He shifted slightly at the pain only to be welcome by a sharp stabbing sensation the coursed through his chest. Danny's eyes flew open at the feeling and he gasped for air sharply. He breathed heavily as he tired to distract himself from the pain.

He was confused, he hadn't felt pain like this since... since a long time ago. Danny refused to move again as sharp stabs of discomfort snaked up through his body.

"Clockwork what did you do to me?" Danny moaned quietly, talking hurt too.

Everything hurt, his joints ached, his chest hurt, his head hurt, everything that he hadn't felt in such a long time. More importantly his lungs seemed to burn. But that would be impossible, considering the fact that they had been infact dormant for a year. Danny blinked at the ceiling trying desperately to make sense of things again. He was growing frightened.

If Clockwork was trying to hurt him why would he bother putting him safely in his room. Why would he be on his comfortable bed in Clockwork's domain. It all didn't make sense, unless Clockwork had worse plans, evil horrible painful plans. Something began thumping against Danny's chest like a jackhammer.

"No..." He whispered, now this had to be a dream. "I'm sleeping. I have to be sleeping." He muttered and slowly raised his hand and let it hover over his chest for a second. "There was no going back, he said so himself..."

Slowly Danny placed his hand over his chest only to pull it back after discovering two things. Pain, for touching the sore area and surprise, for feeling a rythmic beating.

"Impossible." Danny whispered again, he raised his hand to his eye level and saw skin instead of a glove. "Just a dream, it's just a dream." He repeated, as much as this seemed like a moment where he would jump for glee he was truly frightened. He lost his humanity, he sacrificed it, what was going on?

"Maybe my glove came off." Danny said with a soft laugh, he looked at his other hand. "Maybe both of them came off." He restated still trying to disprove the facts.

Danny sighed as he layed there, he couldn't keep convincing himself. He wasn't the best negotiater, in fact he just plain sucked at it. With a heavy sigh he realized his option. "There's only one way to know."

With strenous effort Danny sat upright, it caused him to lean over in pain and make him whimper. But he just had to know. Danny slowly repostioned his legs so that his feet made contact with the ground. Next was the moment he dreaded. He grabbed the edge of the bed and held tightly as he weakly began to raise himself up. He finally just let go and was left on his two feet it was an unfamilar feeling to him. An unwelcome rocket of pain shot through him causing him to fall over in agony.

He sucked in a deep breath and felt a stinging in the back of his eyes, he fought it away. "What have you done Clockwork, what have you done to me?" He questioned aloud but was returned with an echo.

Deciding against walking again, he crawled to the next room. The door was slightly ajar and he pushed an opeing his size and continued in. That's when he saw it, in the large mirror a familar stranger stared back at him with the most pained expression mixed with shock. There it was the reflection of a teenage boy about fifteen or maybe even sixteen laying in the same position, with midnight black hair that fell slightly over one eye, and two large blue orbs that stared frightfully at him. The pasty pale skin and scrawny body were all his, he remembered it all.

Unsure of this reality Danny slowly reached out with one hand and tapped fingers with the glass, with himself. He blinked and so did the figure, the reflection seemed unreal. It couldn't have been, this figure was Danny Fenton. Danny Fenton was dead and gone.

"I'm...alive." Danny slowly choked out.

This meant everything changed, his friends, his family, they could see him again they would be able to hear what he said. He could go back he could...

No, how on earth could he explain to them that he was here and back from the grave. How do you tell someone that after over a year you suddenly gained your life back and you wanted to live with them again? And more importantly how would they cope? It didn't seem to be a very believable or a possible situation. Would anyone understand?

Danny frowned at the thought, then another question raised. Was he still ghost? Although he was weak and tired he began focusing on his other half hoping to summon it still. Finally two blue rings formed around his waist, but because of the exhaustion they sparked away keeping him human, but they stayed long enough for him to see the suit.

"Well at least I know I can still do that." Danny mumbled and once again attempted to stand up.

He did so and felt the pain again, but instead of succumbing to it he simply bent over slightly and clutched his chest. Sweat dropped down his face but he was winning, if he stayed upright he was winning. Finally after a struggle the horrible feeling slowly faded out and Danny straightened himself up, and looked in the mirror again.

Yup, there it was, Danny Fenton staring back at him again. An identical rip in his shirt exactly the same as the one in his Danny Phantom costume, and it showed off a rather large scar. It seemed as if he had grown since he was unconcious, he looked to be sixteen. But as a ghost he'd stayed fifteen. Danny felt rather confused with the image and wondered if this mirror was playing tricks on him, but he doubted it since it had never lied to him before.

The boy decided he had to find Clockwork despite the fact that the ghost didn't seem to like him all that much. Although he might've been jumping to conclusions, Clockwork was very hospitable since he had arrived, and this seemed to be a good thing. So it had to be right?

Danny limped over into the main room where all the screens were.But no sign of Clockwork. But the screens were all on. And all of which were broadcasting a terrifying image. Vlad escaped from prison, Vlad terrorizing the town, Vlad destroying the town. Danny gasped but the image faded.

"Eighteen days, you cut it awful close." A ghostly voice announced seemingly coming from no where.

Danny whipped around and saw the Ghost Master of Time. He balled his hands into fists and glared at him. Clockwork always had a wonderful ablity to sneak up on people at anytime. It was enough to leave the boy more than jumpy.

"Calm down and unclench those fists, I did what I did so that you could save your town. The image you say was to days into the future, it hasn't happened yet, well the destruction and terrorizing part at least."

"What did you do?" Danny trembled.

"I gave you your life back. You are now sixteen year old Danny Fenton. It is not an allusion or a trick I assure you that you are very much alive." Clockwork explained. "It took you quite some time to gain it back, but your body was in such bad condition I feared you would not survive the shock of reawakening.You did quite well though."

"What am I suppose to do now?" Danny asked still trying to regain his compsure. All the while trying his hardest to call back an sort of memories he might have had during the supposed eighteen days he remained unconscious.

"You go home and you stop Vlad. That's about all I can tell you." Clockwork said and noticed the sad look on Danny's face. "You'll know what to do when the time is right." He encouraged. "Come now."

Clockwork took Danny to the opeing of a portal that lead to FentonWorks. "Remember you've been gone a year and a lot has happened. People have changed, tread carefully in this world. Don't be too sure of yourself you are a stranger here now."

Danny blinked as the door opened and he walked through to the light and came out on the other side ina dark lab. A quick glance at the clock told him it was two am, and that everyone was asleep. He looked over his shoulder and saw Clockwork wave before the door closed, and all the light faded.

Who should he go to first, his first intention was Jazz. But then he realized there was someone he really wanted and needed to see.She needed him now more than ever weither she wanted to or not.And somehow he was starting to think that he needed her too. He had to get to Sam's house.

This is funny... while i was halfway done writing this chapter I checked my email and someone just sent me a review teling me that it would be best if I brought Danny back, which was my inital plan so this person really read my mind or just thought similarly to me. So I'm thinking lots of you will like this chapter, but thats from my demented mind, you tell me. And to close...tralalalalala!