This is a short scene that I would have loved to put somewhere, but never found out how.

Oneshot/Drabble: You Have a What?

K+

No pairings

Timing: Some point after chapter 14

Summary: Katie finds out about Danielle.

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny. I do not own Danny. I do not own Danny. I may have him tied up and trapped in my closet, but he is the property of Butch Hartman, Viacom, and Nickelodian.

"You have a what?" Katie looked at her cousin as if he were insane.

"I have a clone," Danny answered completely seriously.

"A clone," she repeated skeptically.

"Um, a girl clone, to be exact." Danny started to rub the back of his neck, one of his oldest nervous habits. He was beginning to think that telling Katie this was a bad idea.

Then again, he thought she already knew because of Clockwork, that's why he asked her for advice on what to do should Danielle come to visit. Little did he know that Katie was actually told very little about the events of the past few years, and had no idea what he was talking about, which brought him to the position he is in now.

"A girl clone? Is that even scientifically possible?" Katie was still not convinced, and this was starting to get way too science fiction like for her.

"Katie, I'm half dead, and you're Death, do we really want to go into the 'scientifically possible' argument?" Danny responded with a slight laugh in voice.

"I guess you're right." Finally, Katie had relented. "So, why, exactly, do you have a clone?"

Danny tensed up slightly at Katie's question. He didn't like to talking about Danielle's origin, but it was a valid question.

"Uh, funny story, you see…"

"How come you never told me Vlad created a clone of my cousin?" Katie barged into Clockwork's lair, impatient for answers.

"You might try knocking next time Katherine. I've heard that it is the polite thing to do." The old ghost calmly turned to face the fuming girl, who was not at all satisfied with his answer.

"You knew I was coming, so it was unnecessary. Now can you please answer the question." Katie was growing more irritable with each passing second she had to spend in the time ghost's lair.

"It was irrelevant; besides, it's far more entertaining to watch your face when you find out." The toddler in front of Katie smiled in sadistic pleasure of Katie's annoyance.

"I hate you," Katie said acidly as the now middle-aged time ghost continued laugh lightly.