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Danny phantom fanfiction

Keepers

-J-

"You can't do this!" Plasmius shouted somewhat desperately as Clockwork dragged him by his red and white cape through the halls. The normally prestigious and well kept white suit was picking up dust and dirt as its owner was dragged across the floor. His normally immaculate hair was tousled about making his appearance match his mental state. It was a sight I was glad I could bare witness to. "I am Vlad Plasmius! Mayor and millionaire as a human, terror and champion of the ghost world." He ranted as he struggled to get free of the sticky ecto ropes binding his arms. "And one day I will rule both the living and the dead."

"Mmhmm." Clockwork hummed as he morphed. The sight of a buck toothed toddler dragging a 40 year old man that was currently having a tantrum had me giggling as I followed the two. Clockwork wanted me for extra security. Not that he needed it but he was feeling handicapped with his vision being the way it was. That didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the moment. Pulling out my phone I took a picture before hitting record. I can think of several people who definitely deserved to see this.

"Once Daniel joins me and I train him" the vampire ghost spoke like he was trying to remind himself. "we will be an unstoppable force! We will raise what is left of the Observants to the ground, and travel through the Ghost Zone conquering realms one by one!"

"Mmhmm" Clockwork said again now a middle aged man.

Plasmius looked anxious, though he was trying desperately to hide it. I didn't blame him. Even though Clockwork wasn't showing it, everyone could tell he was PISSED and a good chunk of that was aimed at the ghost he now held Ghost Zone had legends of the Ancients and their wrath. I didn't think that Vlad had known who's home he was breaking into. But I suspect that even if he had, he still would have done what he did. Not thinking that he would be caught or considering the potential consequences of his actions. And he called us foolish children.

"With the forces and power of the Ghost Zone behind us we will dominate the human world and all will bow before me!" The eldest halfa had gone from sounding desperate to the textbook definition of a raving lunatic.

"That's nice." Clockwork said as they reached their destination tugging the man's cape harshly causing him to slide forward as the recently morphed old man shifted to face the prisoner. Reaching forward, Clockwork touched the half ghost's chest and Plasmius immediately transformed to a human. Vlad Masters gasped and tried to transform back to no avail.

"Vladimir Masters- Plasmius, you have been charged with breaking and entering, as well as trespassing into my private estate." Vlad was oddly quiet now, his mouth thinned into a line. " Furthermore you attacked, and drugged my guest, friend, and colleague, Orbit." Clockwork's hands tightened, his form changing to a kid but it only seemed to make his next words all the more gripping. "You then proceeded to assault the mind of my charge while he was infirm."

Clockwork was absolutely terrifying and he wasn't even really trying. His cloak and hood was up so all that Vlad and I could see was his glowing red eyes, and just the faint hints of the gears and pendulum moving inside his chest behind the opening of his cloak. Not to mention the wordlessly, effortlessly, thoughtlessly way his entire body shifted, changed, mirroring the passage of time. Raw power and irate emotions cascaded off of the Master of Time in waves no doubt hitting Vlad full force with how close the halfa was to him. If Masters had been anyone else I would feel sorry for him.

But it was high time that Plasmius learned he was not at the top of the food chain and he never would be. You would think he would have learned that with Pariah Dark but no; the egomaniacal and apathetic, lunatic with a Superiority Complex needed more.

"Sadly we are all too busy with important things to deal with you right now." Clockwork continued.

I snorted, holding back my laughter at the hardly subtle burn.

A knowing and rather cruel smile fell upon the Master of Time's lips. "Thankfully I am rather adept at keeping prisoners. I don't dare hold you in my home any longer. You have made your skill at escaping well known. So I will have to move you to a more secure 'prison'." Clockwork who had morphed completely through his adult form during his talk and was now in his grandfather form, lifted the self-proclaimed Future Ruler of Both the Living and the Dead, clean off the ground by a good couple inches. "So, have fun on the slave ships of 1567 BC Egypt." Before shoving him viciously through the 'glass' of his viewing mirror.

Vlad fell through it like someone would fall into a pond, disappearing from the room. Taking my time I joined the Ancient. We watched as Mayor Masters hit the deck of a prehistoric ship. He was quickly swarmed by the workers who wasted no time striping him of his expensive suit, wrapping him in chains and throwing him below with many, many others. Cursing and screaming the whole way.

"What are you going to do if he escapes their capture?" I asked as Vlad attempted to do just that.

"Then I will transport him to a prison camp of World War 1. If he breaks out of that, I will have him be taken captive by Vikings, and after that, Pirates. I might even mess with his age to delay his escape. That should last until the Counsel of Keepers can gather and we can decide on a proper punishment for him."

I nodded. There was a pause and Clockwork spoke again.

"Personally, I want to turn him into an infant and drop him on your parent's door step. But I would be sure that he remembered who he was and remained completely lucid through everything."

I looked over at the ghost I had come to respect, trust, and care for. Thinking of what it would be like for Vlad to be raised by the man who had 'runed him' and the woman he 'loved'. To have me and Danny change his diaper, relive puberty but this time with ghost powers, all under the roof of a pair of ghost hunters. "You can be rather diabolical can't you?"

The Keeper of Time and all its possibilities, turned to me with a smile. "You have no idea Jasmine."

-J-

The walk back to the infirmary was quiet. My foot falls echoed on the cold medal floor. As my thoughts raced faster and faster. It had been several days since Danny had lost his final touch with our plane reality and our world along with several others almost collapsed in on themselves. The Keepers got together for the first time in centuries to combat the threat. Between them, the Reality Gauntlet and whatever Danny was doing, things had gotten better. Under the surface we were walking on cracked and crumbled foundation but at least there was foundation. While the Ancients did their best they were unable to reach far enough into Danny's territory to properly remedy the problem. Danny would have to do that. But he was not here.

I let out a sigh. Thinking back to that day. I had been so busy with my discovery and discussing with Compass I hadn't even realized what had happened. Vlad was actually the first to point it out. Danny was staring, eyes blank, face emotionless and gray misty vapor swirled around him threatening to block him from our view completely. I was able to communicate with him briefly and with Compass's advice guide him some only to have him collapse to the ground in a heap. He had been completely comatose ever since.

According to the Keepers Danny had fallen into a kind of trance in order to enter his domain to manage it. They knew Danny was very active. They could feel the effects of his work as it affected their territories. He wasn't fixing anything just yet, only preventing more damage. No one could get a sense on how far he was in the process or how far he had left to go and while Clockwork's sight had shifted enough for him to return home it was still impaired and he still could not look into Danny's future without physically hurting himself from the sheer number of options.

I paused outside the door to Danny's room. We moved him to the infirmary, right next to Orbit who wasn't quite recovered from whatever insane drug Vlad had created to originally be used on Danny. He may be an Ancient but he was a just a kid, and Danny was anything but normal so any drug that could affect him had to be a doozy.

I took a breath bracing myself for the image of my baby brother lying on a hospital bed, IV and breathing machines connected to him constantly reading his vitals, constant gray smoke wisping all around him. The smoke forming, deforming clothes, objects and his general anatomy. Causing Danny to grow to a full grown man, only to poof into a child, expand into wiry muscles, cotton blend into armor, a suit or just have his hair suddenly change it's cut. The possibilities were limitless. It was no wonder Danny had been so insane. I was going mad just watching him.

I walked in...and froze in place at the sight.

Danny looked up and our eyes met. He was sitting up flipping through the scrapbook we made together. The journal I acquired from Vlad lying next to him. He was awake, and alert. His eyes were now a wispy gray matching the ashy vaper still swirling around him still transfiguring him, but his eyes, they were clear, clearer and more focused then I had seen for almost a month.

"Hay Jazz" came a soft and rather groggy but oh so familiar voice.

My own eyes watered at the sight and sound of his voice. My hand gripping the door handle like a lifeline. Wonderful and treacherous hope filled me at the lack of confusion, and knowing gleam in my brother's eye.

"Danny?" I asked softly not wanting to have such fragile hope crushed.

"It's me Jazz. I'm back." he said with a smile that was all Danny.

Just like that I lunged at him wrapping him in a hug. He hugged me back with just as much enthusiasm. I couldn't stop the tears. I was sure, so hauntingly sure that Danny would not wake up, or that if he did it would be after I had grown old and died.

"I'm back, I'm back, I'm back." Danny murmured over and over again reassuring himself as much as me.

"But how?" I asked my voice muffled. "The Ancients said that it would take years to just get your territory to a manageable level."

"Oh it's still utter chaos." Danny murmured back his voice husky from lack of used . "But I was exhausted and going mad, I needed a break."

I squeezed Danny tighter before moving away to look at him again. "I'm glad your back. I was about to tell Mom and Dad you had run away. Because I wasn't sure you would wake up at all."

Danny squeezed me back before letting me go. "I'm glad I'm back too." he murmured not even seeming to notice how he now had wings on his back and a sword strapped to his waist. His eyes were old, as if he was 15 thousand instead of 15. It was a look all Keeper's shared. The look of knowing, of being, and having more then any mortal could ever comprehend.

"So what did I miss?" he asked tilting his head with his Danny smile.

I choked on a laughing sob. Shaking my head. For all he had changed he was still Danny. I sat on the edge of the bed beside him settling in for the tale.

"We have so much to catch up on little brother." I said wiping away any trace of tears

Dipper smiled his own eyes watery. "Well I've got time."

-V-

"Hey Tucker, hey Sam." I greeted as I met them outside of the school. I had fallen into the habit of combining forces before entering the building. There were so many little tricks the unpopulars used to ensure their 'survival' in the jungle of school. Things I never knew about and now I lived by them.

"Hey Valerie." Tucker said looking up from his phone smiling at me. Sam doing the same stashing her book into her bag as we all turned to Casper High.

I smiled, even a week later I was ridiculously happy at having the two as friends. "Thanks for the help last night. Skulker would not leave me alone."

Sam shrugged. "It's no problem. That robot needed to know you are on our side anyway."

Together we walked to school. We hit their lockers first before moving to mine. Ripping off the 'Down with Huntress' poster Paulina's group had taped up and stuffing it in my back pocket to get rid of later. After the fourth day it had stopped getting to me. By that time I had learned how to avoid Sam's fury on the environment. How Tucker had yet to learn was behind me.

"So is Danny still sick?" I asked cryptically. The day we relied on no one paying attention to us would be the day all our secrets would be discovered.

"Yes but he is getting better. Jazz said he may be up for us to visit today, but not for long. She doesn't want him getting too excited and over extending himself." Tucker answered with a smile.

"But he is getting better. Much better." Sam continued upbeat. "Did you want to come with us to visit him?"

I looked up at them surprised for a minute. As close as we had become they were always hesitant when it came to me and Danny. I knew they were omitting information about the 'Other-Danny invasion' and how exactly it connected with our Danny having some kind of multiple personality disorder. Now they were offering me to come see him while he was on his sick bed in the Ghost Zone.

I paused. I really wanted to go. "What about my job?" I asked.

Immediately Tucker and Sam's smiles widened and they shook their heads fondly. "No wonder he picked you" Sam murmured as Tucker threw his arm around me.

"I think Am will be fine for a couple of hours. And if push comes to shove the Fentons can take care of her while we're busy."

"Okay, sure I'll come" I decided stepping out of the way of Miss Wates as she hurried through the halls glaring at anyone that got in her way. Together we filed into class I took a seat just in time for the class to start.

"psst- Valery?" called a familiar blond. I looked over at Star. "Are you dating Fenton again?"

I raised an eyebrow at the blond. Shaking my head 'No'.

"Then are you going after Fol-"

"Miss Turner perhaps you would like to read the next section of the chapter?" called Mr. Lancer.

Star immediately sat forward blushing slightly as she picked up her book and began to read. I glanced outside my eyes roaming over the paved asphalt, modern light posts. Pigeons pecking at some left over chips someone had dropped out front. The world was good, Amity was safe.

As soon as the thought crossed my mind I felt a vibration from my pocket. Rolling my eyes at the timing. Ghost, I jinxed myself; throwing a glance at Tucker and Sam. Sam gave me a nod, Tucker already pulled out his device and was discreetly figuring out where the ghost was. With the okay, I raised my hand.

"Can I go to the bathroom?"

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Success.

It is a wonderful feeling.

Originally I wanted to show what Danny was doing but I wasn't happy with what I wrote so i scraped it and wrote Jazz's part instead. But on the up side I was able to add Vlad being dragged off for some long overdue slice of justice. Which didn't exist previously. And most importantly; I'm happy with it.

I swear, I'm my biggest Critic

I don't have a solid plot for a sequel but I am planning on putting a bunch of mini stories, and one shots together about Danny's life as a Keeper. When (if?) I write it, it won't be regularly updated. If there is something specific you want to see, leave a request. I have some ideas for scenes that didn't make it in the story and even some crossovers but I have a ton of other stories that are all fighting to get free. I really want to focus on my projects one at a time and actually finish them instead of having a bunch of half-finished projects. I'm kind of learning as I go. When the sequel does show it will be called

'Limitless'.

Answer:

The Ancients are another title for the Keepers. I go into it in 'Chapter 5: Information Overload' but it is mentioned in 'Kronos' as well.

-J- Jasmine Jazz Fenton point of view

-V- Valerie Gray (Red Huntress) point of view

I do not own 'Danny Phantom'