Last Thing I Remembered

By: Wilona Riva

Disclaimer: Butch Hartman does; I don't.

Jeanette9a pointed out that this story starts out similar to her 'The Other Way Out'. Strange, how that happens at times.

The Last Door

"It's the last door on the right," the voice greeted Bullet and Danny, when the portal Walker had instructed them to you thrust them into an old abandoned history museum. Danny could almost hear the ancient clocks in the tower counting the seconds to Armageddon.

"Do you think it a wise idea to use the boy in such a manner?" Bullet called out to the shadows.

"It's either that or send him to the school," the voice replied. The speaker appeared from the shadows of the replica of Big Ben, part of an old exhibit on the history of the palace of Westminster.

"Hmm, that's a good idea, one I will have to consider, but Phantom needs training. Also, his parents are constantly developing weapons that are extremely fatal to our kind in their research into the afterlife."

"I see," the old ghost turned into a child, ruby eyes flickering over to the boy. "Daniel?"

"Yes, sir?" Danny asked.

"What do you want?"

"To go home, sir," came the honest answer from the young half-ghost.

"Then home, you shall go," Clockwork told him. "But remember, you work for Walker now. The last thing any one of us needs is another Plasmius."

"Everyone keeps talking about this Plasmius. Who is this guy?" Danny asked, anger and bewilderment pushing the edges of his patience.

"The last door," Clockwork repeated, pointing down a dimly lit corridor with the staff in his hands. He was now a young man in the prime of life. "That is the one that will take you home at the very second you left. Fare thee well, young halfa. We shall meet anon."

"Shakespeare nut," Bullet grumbled, good-naturedly. "Well, Phantom, let's get you home. No time at all will have passed, just you wait and see."

"How am I going to explain this?" Danny pointed at himself in a mirror on the wall. "Especially to my parents and to Sam and Tucker?"

"Simple," Bullet replied, opening the last door they'd run across, revealing a golden swirling portal. "Now get in there and go home. Resume your life as if you never met me. Here, take this."

"What is it?" Danny asked, taking what appeared to be a weird type of watch. "It looks like one of those fob watches they used in the Victorian and Edwardian eras."

"Something along those lines," Bullet replied. "If an ordinary human examines it, it will just be an ordinary broken old piece of sentimental junk you carry around. I'll come to you upon the morrow and show you how the communicator works; this is how we'll communicate while wolds away. Got it?

"Yeah," came Danny's response as he pocketed the tarnished silver fob watch.

"Good," came Bullet's voice behind him, as he shoved the boy through the golden portal. "Oh, and watch your step."

"Bullet!"

"Shh!" came a girl's admonition. "He's coming around. Danny? Danny? Please, say can you can hear me?"

"Sam, it's too late," a boy answered, his voice causing Danny's ears to hurt. "We both saw him get electrocuted when the portal activated."

"He's not dead, Tucker," the girl shot back. She smelled of moonlight and lavender. "I'll just try and resuscitate him."

"I love you too, Sam," Danny croaked out, choosing this moment to come around. "What the heck hit me?"

"A ton of electricity, dude," Tucker said, staring at the sight of his best friend lying on the cold tiled floor with a gorgeous girl in dark clothing and makeup hovering over him. "You're lucky all that happened was your clothing got singed."

Sam's eyes narrowed when she noted a strange green glint in Danny's blue eyes. "Or maybe something else happened that we are unaware of," she murmured to herself. "Can you stand up, Danny?"

"Yeah, I think so."

"Good, let's get you upstairs before your parents kill us."

Unnoticed to the trio, the Fenton Ghost Portal resumed its eerie swirlling emerald glow, the golden light of Clockwork's portal fading as the last door shut.