Author Note; A back story, sort of, to my OC who I love to death. She was created when I played around with the idea of 'what if my OC, Gear, turned into a ghost?' Now, she's not a ghost Gear, but the idea for her and love for her came from that. She is her own OC, own 'ghost' and not related to Gear at all. If you want to know who I am talking, read my story Psychic because Gear is in it.

This is CWA, Clockwork's Apprentice's back-story, who she was, how she came to be, and her afterlife as an apprentice to Clockwork. Also- it's sad at first but I promise it gets better.

~CWA (Clockwork's Apprentice)

(P.S. Yes, the username is Clockwork's Apprentice and yes- my OC is my avatar and username. But no, she's not based on me. Sort of- not really)

Title: Clockwork's Apprentice

Summary: Danny had to admit that Data- Clockwork's Apprentice- was pretty interesting since she did, after all, prank the Observerants a lot. Still, he couldn't help but wonder…just how did Data become a ghost? What was her obsession? And how did she become Clockwork's Apprentice? Read and you'll find out. NOT DANNY X OC

Genre: Hurt/Friendship/Romance

Rated: T

Disclaimer: I do not own nor claim Danny Phantom. I do own OC's.

Note: NOT DANNY X OC, NOT MARY-SUE, NO FLAMES PLEASE BUT PLEASE REVIEW! She is paired with someone later (no not Danny, Jazz, Clockwork, Sam, or Tucker or any human). IMPORTANT- she is from our world. When she died, she woke up as a ghost in the Ghost Zone and you'll find out the rest later.

Prologue:

Data:

I looked at the screens as my master looked over my shoulder.

"You have gotten better," he remarked.
"Yeah, well hundreds of years does that," I sighed.

He looked at me curiously as he shifted from a child to an adult.

"Data…Something troubles you."
It was a statement not a question. I smiled faintly,

"You know exactly what's wrong."
"True….It is your death day."
"Yeah," I sighed, "…my three hundredth I think…"
"Five hundredth," Clockwork corrected but it only made me sadder.

"Perhaps," he said, "A visit with friends will do you some good."
"I guess," I shrugged, "Not much else to do anyways…Hey, Clockwork?"
"Yes?"
"Thanks," I gave him a quick hug and then headed out- but not before I saw the faint smile on his face.

I would never admit it out loud- but Clockwork was more than just my master. He was like a father.

0000

I twirled my staff with one hand and winced when it bonked my head. Dang it- five hundred years and I still can't twirl my staff without doing that. I decided that I shouldn't go visit Frostbite- I didn't feel like getting my sides crushed in a hug today. I wasn't in a good mood- if I was then I would be able to bare it. But I wasn't. Therefore, I was just currently wondering the Ghost Zone wondering about what I should do before bad thoughts reach my head.

That happened a lot on my death day. I would be left alone and then the bad thoughts come and remind me that I'm dead, that I'm alone, and that I can never see them again. I needed something to distract my mind. Otherwise- bad thoughts, very bad thoughts that get me angry and depressed. When I was angry and depressed, I was not a good ghost to be around. I remembered that Ghostwriter once said that when I was in a bad mood, any nearby ghosts better run.

Maybe I can visit Danny? Or prank the Observants? Or visit Ghostwriter? Or Ember? Or Pandora? Or someone…In the end, I figured the safest person to visit was Danny.

Danny:

"Danny," Sam scolded and I looked at her innocently,

"What?"
"Stop being such a dork."
"Nope," I laughed as I continued to balance the pencil on my nose, "Besides…I'm boorreedd."

She sighed and Tucker laughed.

"He has a point, Sam," Tucker said, "Nothing interesting has really happened and there hasn't been many ghost attacks."

"I wonder if we can go to the Ghost Zone," I mused, "I mean, it's not that boring there. We could visit Frostbite, maybe even Data."
"Now Danny," Jazz reminded, "Data is too busy to visit us."
At that moment, a portal opened- it was like the way Clockwork's portals opened. It started with two clockwork hands that rotated, forming the portal. When it opened, Data stepped out. Data was pretty cool looking and looked a lot like Clockwork. She had light blue skin and bright red eyes. Her black hair was down and it had a single white streak through it.

"Now Jazz," I mocked to Jazz, "Data is too busy to visit us."

Data laughed,
"Glad to see you guys too."

"So, what's up," I asked, "what's the problem? What's wrong?"
"Nothing," she answered confused.
"But there has to be something wrong," Tucker pointed out, "there is always something wrong."
"Nothing is wrong," she repeated firmly, "I just wanted to visit you guys."
"Why," I asked confused, "You rarely visit when it's not business or something."
"Because," she sighed and I saw her eyes looked pretty sad, "it's my death day. I need something to keep my mind off of it."

"Your what," I asked confused.
"Death Day," she repeated, "The anniversary of how I died."
"….Data, just how did you die? When did you die?"
"Some five hundred years ago," she shrugged, "And…I don't really talk about how I died."
"But Data," Jazz pointed out, "it's proven that it's not good to bottle things up. You can tell us anything."
I leaned forward a bit, interested. I never really thought about it. Data was pretty cool and interested- heck she even pranked the Observants. I never really thought about her though. I mean, what's her obsession? How did she become Clockwork's Apprentice? How did she become a ghost…And since she was a ghost that meant…

"…she was someone before she died," I whispered.

"Right," Data smiled sadly, "I was someone before I died. I had a family. A life. Friends."

"Data," Jazz said, "you know it's best to talk about it."
"I'm not sure," she ran a hand through her hair, "I mean…it's my death day…maybe someday I will tell you. But I can't. Not right now."
She smiled at us sadly as she made another portal,

"I'll visit some other time."

Then she was gone.

Data:
I felt a few tears in my eyes as bad thoughts entered my head. I couldn't get away from the bad thoughts. I was alone. I was sad. I was getting freaking depressed. I finally made it to my lair and it was then that I just lost it.

Five hundred years…I've been gone for five hundred years…Did anyone even mourn? Were they okay with me being dead? Did they have any ancestors now? Did I have a good funeral? Did anyone even come to my funeral? Did anyone visit my grave? Was I remembered?

I looked at an empty notebook nearby. Jazz did say that talking about it makes it feel better. Ghostwriter said writing out my feelings would make me feel better. Clockwork did said that I should make an autobiography…

I picked up the notebook and started to write:

My name is Data and I'm known throughout the whole Ghost Zone as Clockwork's Apprentice. Not many people know that much about me so I figured it was time to shed some light on the subject. I've been a ghost for about five hundred years now. When I was alive, I loved puzzles and mysteries. I craved for knowledge. In death, knowledge became my obsession. I crave to know everything about anything. I wonder if I'll finally find my peace if I do finally know everything.

Anyway, my real name is Jade Eolas and this is my story- not just about how I died, but everything that led to this moment. Be prepared for a story that will knock your socks off but my story…it's not exactly the happiest.

I tapped the pencil on the notebook. But how should I word all of this? I can't exactly say everything…I think step number one- is to remember everything in my life…and so I did.