Hello! Here's a story that's been in storage for a while.

Title: Volatile

Rating: T+, may go up in later chapters.

Summary: After a fight, Phantom passes out and wakes up in a strange world. He meets Aang and his team and becomes acquainted with them after a rocky start. But something in this realm makes his powers malfunction—and the side effects take drastic measures on the Avatar's team. What will become of the hybrid?

Genre: Supernatural, Horror, Suspense, Mystery, Adventure.

Author Notes: Some characters will seem OC. I honestly haven't watched Avatar: The Last Airbender in a very long time. (Don't even get my started with the movie). If you believe that I need a refresher, kindly remind me via review or PM.

Warnings:

The night was dark and cold. Silence ruled the quaint little land with a mighty iron hand, and the majority of the town was in a deep slumber.

"Beware the terrifying terror of cardboard!"

I turned intangible to avoid them, even if they wouldn't have done any harm. Stifling a yawn, I said, "Seriously, do you know how boring this gets? I'm fighting a ghost that controls boxes and has an inferiority complex."

"I am not inferior!" the Box Ghost cried, attempting to encase the teenage ghost in boxes. "I am—!"

The ghost was enveloped in a flash of pale blue and white light, and in a matter of moments, he vanished.

"Yeah, yeah, I know." I landed on the ground, yawning as I picked my way through the piles of singed cardboard and metal. My head pounded with exhaustion and my body ached with injuries obtained from his previous fights with Skulker and Ember.

The clock chimed midnight as I walked out of the warehouse.

Great, I thought. I'm two hours past curfew. Again.

My phone went off, startling me out of my thoughts. Changing back into my human form, I pulled out the device and answered.

"Hello?"

"Danny, where in the world are you? Do you have any idea what time it is?" It was Sam, and by the sounds of it, she was far from pleased.

"Ember, Skulker, and the Box Ghost decided to pay me a visit. I had to deal with them before I left."

"Your parents are furious! They've been bugging Tucker and me about you."

"Sorry, sorry, I just—" Suddenly my chest exploded in pain, as if I had been electrocuted viciously. The pain was great enough to make me stumble into an alley, gasping for breath.

"Danny? What's wrong?" Sam had heard my pained breath, and I could hear the thick worry seeping into her voice.

"Nothing," I murmured. "I… I'm just tired." My vision blurred for a moment as I leaned against a wall to steady myself. What in the world was wrong with me?

"You don't sound 'just tired'." She was unconvinced. "Where are you? Do you want us to come and—?"

"No." The word came out harsh and cold. "I told you I'm fine." I hung up and cringed as the unnatural fire ran through my body and I closed my eyes.

No matter how much pain he was in, he should've sensed him coming.

Dash headed down the sidewalk, grinning hugely. Beating Foley and his friends had made his day. As he passed an alley, though, he heard a voice coming from it.

Is that who I think it is? he thought, his grin widening as he cracked his knuckles, as he slipped inside.

Danny Fenton was crouched behind a Dumpster. His hair hung in his face, and his cellphone hung limply from his hand.

"Hey, Fen-turd! Guess what time it is?"

The teen shook his head. "I don't have time for you, Dash," he murmured, keeping his head down as he seemed to grimace and curl in on himself.

"What, you're scared of me, Fen-turd?" Dash taunted, moving over to Danny to pick him up by his shirt. He was surprised by the ice-cold temperature of the teen's skin, but he raised his fist to punch anyway.

The other teen suddenly laughed, his body shaking, as his raven hair fell in thicker strands over his face. The cold wind suddenly picked up its pace, and chilled the jock to his bones.

Dash's eyes narrowed as his grip tightened to dangerous parameters. "What are you laughing at?"

The eerie laughter stopped, and the raven-haired teen grinned as he stared up at the larger male. His eyes were glowing a vicious, toxic green, and they filled with a sadistic mirth as Dash dropped him in his shock.

The raven-haired teen laughed forebodingly, advancing on the other with menace in his stride. "Now, now, Dash. Don't tell me you're afraid of me." He paused, the hint of a cruel smirk gracing his lips. "I can feel your heat. It's too hot, too hot." The grin was exposed now and his garnet eyes narrowed. "I can fix that."

Danny raised his hand and the teen was encased in ice.

Well, there's another problem taken care of. For now, at least.

Shivering suddenly, the dark-haired teen blinked repeatedly and stared at the frozen blonde. When did I...?

A ferocious pain erupted in the back of his head, and a pained cry escaped him as he clutched his head in his trembling hands.

The filthy cement was rushing at him, and the world turned black.

Clockwork watched the screen with his unsettling and impassive stare.

"It would be wise to not touch that unless you wish to be transported straight in the middle of one of the bloodiest wars in history."

The young, bald monk pulled his hand away, looking frightened as he stared at the glass dome with wide eyes. "Sorry."

Unaffected by the apology, the ageless ghost did not turn, instead addressing the tall and elderly man standing beside the young monk. "You have requested my presence, and you know that I am constantly busy. What use do you wish of me?"

"Clockwork, please excuse the boy." The elderly man, dressed in dark red robes, stepped forward. "You already know why we've come."

"You want me to send him to your world." The large ghost motioned to the screen with a wave of his staff.

"Precisely." The man looked nervous.

The Time Master finally faced them, surprising them when he changed into a child version of himself. His cold red eyes burned with a strange fire. "Explain to me why should I do this for you?"

Inside, Roku bristled, but on the outside his face was calm. "Clockwork, you already know why. The spirit world is becoming unbalanced; they are restless, destroying everything, and not even we past Avatars can stop them." Moving hesitantly closer to the Master of Time, he motioned to the screen. "If this boy can help Aang in any way—more than his current allies—than we need him."

Clockwork's eyes narrowed. "You are suggesting that I should send the one being I am supposed to protect eternally into your spirit world, where I cannot foresee the outcomes, and he will not be under my watch?"

Aang stepped up. "Please, we need the help. I barely know anything about the Spirit World, and this guy here is a sign that he can assist me."

Clockwork rumbled deeply—the ticking of his chest clock backing the noise—as he turned his back to them, his hand suddenly possessing a scythe. Roku and Aang hesitated, their countless times in battle making them wonder if the ageless ghost planned on attacking.

"Clockwork," Roku said, attempting to capture the ghost's attention.

The Time Master faced them, but his sights were set on Roku. He motioned with his scythe as he ordered, "Come."

Roku hesitated, making Clockwork mutter impatiently beneath his breath. "I would say I haven't all day, but that rule does not apply to me." His cold, dead eyes burned with ghostly fire. "Now, are you going to come here or must I force you?" His words brought Roku to attention and he went over to the ageless ghost.

"Do you promise to help Phantom in the direst of situations?"

"I do."

"Will you prevent Phantom from telling his past, or his dimension's alterations of the natural world, as to prevent further angering of your spirits?"

"I do."

"Will you protect Phantom to your last breath, if needed?"

"I… I will."

Clockwork stared at the spirit next to him. Roku felt as if the ghost's all-seeing stare was examining his soul—technically speaking, since Roku was already dead.

After a moment of unsettling silence, the Master of Time spoke.

"Good."

The scythe was raised, and the two were enveloped in darkness.

A bit of a rough start, but this chapter will be edited later on. Heavily. So I'm just putting this out there now.

R&R, pleaze.