Yeah I suck, sorry I have updated in almost year, yikes! But without further a do I present chapter three.

Time seemed to slow as Jazz and Sam raced down the stairs, as panicked thoughts and broken dreams briefly flashed through their minds. As they reached the last flight of stairs, Tucker's echoing sobs could be heard as one might hear a screaming banshee's. But nothing could prepare them for the "tragic" scene they were about to behold.

Tucker was kneeling on the floor, his hands covering his eyes, sobbing, surrounded by bits and pieces of broken PDAs and programming boards. He began picking up handfuls of technology debris and chanting "Why?" rhythmically like a mad scientist.

Danny, on the other hand, was in an entirely different situation. Klemper had him pinned to the floor.

"Why won't you be my friend?!" The green ghost in the striped pajamas screeched.

"Because you have seriously foul breath. Two words, dude. Breath mints." Danny replied as he kicked Klemper in his pudgy round stomach, sending him flying across the kitchen, landing with an "oomph" against the counters.

Sam's jaw dropped, not because of the fact that anyone was in a life or death situation, but because Klemper of all ghosts would be the one to destroy Tucker's most precious item of value: his technology. What would be next? The box ghost would annihilate the entire human realm! Chuckling to herself she pulled the Fenton Thermos out of her spider backpack and sucked up the defeated "sleeping beast" into cylinder confinement.

"Thanks Sam. I swear Klemper gains ten pounds every time he wants a new friend." Danny groaned as he rubbed his wrists and changed back to Fenton.

"Hello, techno nerd down over here! Does no one care about my precious micro chips? They were so young!" Tucker cried.

"Wait, so no one is hurt?" Jazz exclaimed, relieved. If she hadn't been so absorbed in her relief she might have seen Danny waving his arms, trying to signal to her not to mention it, but it was already too late.

Tucker had already risen to his feet, handfuls of ruined technology and other debris in his hands, screaming the random pet names he had given his PDAs.

"Tucker! Chill! I'll buy you a new one!" Sam quickly offered.

Tucker immediately ceased his sobbing and useless yelling since Sam had so generously offered to help. That had to be a once in a lifetime opportunity and he wasn't about to let it pass him by.

Danny threw his chemistry book into his already messy locker and slammed the door shut.

"I can't believe I missed this place. I had forgotten how stressful school can be! I already have three tests to study for by next Friday! Where am I going to find the time for that?" He ranted to Tucker as he began to rub the nape of his neck.

"Ah, dude, did you forget that we're practically celebrities now and that the last time anyone bullied us was sophomore year! All the fond memories of being shoved in our lockers is truly a thing of the past. School has been the least of my worries since the Disasteroid." Tucker boasted.

"True, if only that excluded us from homework and the entire ghost zone attacking us on a daily basis, then life would be just peachy." Danny replied sarcastically.

"I am the box ghost!"

"Not now." Danny grumbled. "I'm busy!"

"Too busy to stop the most harmless ghost from roaming around Amity Park?" Teased Sam, as she pulled out her thermos and sucked the box ghost into his own cylinder doom for the second time that week.

Dan pounded his fists against his cylinder prison.

"Why am I still here? How can this be? I should be free by now! Those idiot observers had to have been on to something or they wouldn't have wasted their time telling Clockwork."

Dan was puzzled and had never really understood the concept of time. The whole prospect of an alternate time line was a baffling and confusing thing. There could only be one solution on why he was still confined to his prison: the event that sent him spiraling into the present had yet to occur. Leaving Dan with only one option: to wait. However, soon there would be no more waiting. Soon he would make his return to the present and leave chaos in his wake.

Danny collapsed on his bed, exhausted. School had been a long, miserable, and tiring day. He wished that just for once he could be a normal teenage boy with ordinary hardships, living in a completely paranormal-free town, but he wasn't. He was Danny Fenton. The kid with a hero complex, who had saved his town on multiple occasions and the world from the fatal impact of the Disasteroid.

All he wanted was a break from it all. He was sick of all the publicity and the fame that previously had only been Danny Phantom's problem. Although it had died down a lot it could still be incredibly overwhelming to be in the center of the public eye. Danny would kill for a day to chill with Tucker and Sam like they used to, but sadly, that was a thing of the past. The trio had been hastily planning out future careers and possible college choices, and even though Danny dreaded leaving Amity Park behind, unprotected from his ghost nemesis, he still planned to obtain a career in astronomy. Granted that it would be difficult to achieve without a college degree of any kind he had agreed that his absence would be a necessary one.

Just for a moment though, Danny had to allow himself to reflect on his fond memories of freshman year.

"Oh, hey Sam." Jazz greeted her at the door motioning for Sam to come in.

"Danny home?" Sam queried.

"Yeah, he's upstairs. Careful though, he seemed exhausted coming home from school." Jazz warned. "Make sure to leave the door open."

"We will." Sam added with a smile as she trudged quietly up the stairs to Danny's room, fingering along the banister as she went.

Approaching the paint-chipped white door that was littered with Humpty Dumpty posters and NASA articles haphazardly taped to its surface. Sam couldn't help but stop to admire his handiwork. She had been friends with Danny for what seemed like forever, and had been his girlfriend for a shorter amount of time, but that door had always provided her with a blissful feeling. As she pushed it carefully aside the wood released a soft groan.

Sam discovered Danny sprawled out on his bed, sound asleep, his hair disheveled, and to complete the picture a trail of drool leading onto his pillow.

'He truly must have been exhausted if he failed to even remove his shoes before collapsing on his bed.' Sam thought silently to herself.

Glancing around, Sam concluded that Danny hadn't cleaned his room since the last time she visited. He had piles of dirty laundry scattered across the floor, papers, files, and invention blueprints littered across his computer desk in a completely unorganized fashion. She could almost make out what appeared to be a pizza box and a half eaten bag of potato chips peering out from under his bed.

Sam halted at the foot of the bed and pondered for a moment. She had been in Danny's room for twenty minutes, quietly observing its glorious and messy contents. Maybe it was time she woke Danny, or at least removed those grungy red chuck taylors from his feet, which had already left muddy stains cascading over his navy blue comforter.

Carefully tugging on one of Danny's sneakers had turned out to be a double edged sword since he jolted himself awake after the first pull. His sudden spasm of motion sent Sam recoiling at least three feet away from the foot of the bed.

"Sorry for waking you." Sam mumbled as she began to blush slowly, approaching the foot of his bed once more.

"How long have you, uh… Been here?" Danny muttered between wiping the drool off his chin.]

"Oh, about twenty minutes..." Shrugged Sam sheepishly.

"How long have I been asleep?" Danny questioned, still half groggy.

"Well if you didn't hibernate like a bear in winter maybe you wouldn't be so disorientated and could locate this information for yourself." Sam playfully teased.

"There's that sense of humor that I pretend to love." Danny joked, pulling Sam into a hug, which she reluctantly accepted.

"Take the boy out now!" The observers shouted in unison.

"No, I make the decisions and the boy has done nothing to jeopardize his future." Clockwork replied sternly.

"But he will, sire." They repeated.

"Nonsense. The boy made the right decision before and he will make it again. You observers worry too much." Clockwork stated with a wave of his staff.

"But..."

"The future is always changing. He still has time to choose the correct path. Until then only time will tell. Only time… Will tell..." Clockwork muttered over the observers' whines.

Special thanks to my editor caftrsgatdp, all the readers who have followed, alerted, or reviewed my ever so clever self it is always greatly appreciated! Chapter four is very much is the process of being written I am hoping to have it published in about two weeks. I am going to try to keep this story on my to do list. Um, So write something nice, or voice your opinion down in that little white box, because reviews encourage me to write and update.