Time's Reflection
By: Wilona Riva
Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom.
Who forces time is pushed back by time; who yields to time finds time on his side. ~The Talmud
In the Middle Street
"What is that?" Phantom asked, phasing into Plasmius's library. Books on almost ever subject imaginable layed strewn around the room, but the object of Danny's curiosity was in the elder half-ghost's hands, along with a screwdriver. A glowing red screwdriver.
"An alarm clock, Daniel," Plasmius replied, his pupiless crimson eyes flicking in the boy's direction. "You're late."
"Plum!"
Both heads turned in the direction of the creature that flickered into existence above Danny's head. "And you're late as well," Plasmius added to him.
"Plum, sorry. Yummy, panties!"
"Jazz made pancakes this morning," Danny translated, a bit of humor in his voice. "What are we working on today?"
"Nothing," Plasmius replied. "I have an alarm clock to fix. Your Master sent word he wanted to see you this morning. You're late."
"How many times are you going to repeat that?"
"As many times as necessary," Vlad said, sending a small ecto-ray in his direction. "Go!"
"Ouch," Danny said, rubbing his leg. Plasmius certainly knew where to score. "Going, going."
Both master and pet phased through the floor below and headed into the open portal to the Ghost Zone. His father's steed, Nightmare, snorted in greeting.
"You're late," came his father's voice.
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Danny grumbled. "I'm here, alright? Satisfied?"
"A bit too much of your mother in you, Phantom," his father answered. He wheeled Nightmare around as Danny mounted behind him. The Fright Knight tapped the winged ghost horse with a gentle hand and he took off moving at a fast trot.
"I thought you said I was late?" Danny asked him.
"You are," came the retort. "There is another task I must see to not far from here."
"We're here to see the Time Master?" Danny asked, a bit surprised.
"Apricot?" Plum queried his master.
"Don't think so, Plum," Danny replied. "It's Saturday; she's visiting Daedalus and Pandora.
"Plum."
"With that being said, young journeyman, I would appreciate it if you handed me the thermos." The Time Master didn't appear or anything; one moment he wasn't, then he was, holding out his hand for the thermos.
Danny grumbled and handed over the thermos to Clockwork. "I didn't know you lived near Plasmius."
"My tower appears wherever I direct it," the Time Master replied, pressing the release button. A blue man wearing coveralls appeared and rubbed his aching head.
Jorge glared at his ward. "All night?"
"You revealed me to the A-list," Danny retorted. "Was that really necessary just for a few boxes?"
"Alice needed some," he answered, his tone marked with anger, earning a quiet chuckle from the Time Master.
"I'm sorry, Jorge," Danny apologized.
"You pack quite a punch, little one," Jorge replied, in a not-quite-so-annoyed tone.
"If we are finished here, my son needs to speak with his Master," the Fright Knight interrupted the Box Ghost.
"Be my guest," Clockwork said, a bit bemused, then frowned at Danny. "You're late."
Danny inhaled and released a series of emerald sonic waves which merged into a high-pitched sonic banshee wail that sent the Fright Knight and the Box Ghost crashing into the nearest walls.
"Geez, kid," the Box Ghost muttered. "That's some power."
"And now," Clockwork said, looking at the watches on his arm, "you are on time."