Disclaimer: I don't own Danny Phantom or Doctor Who, sadly enough.

Author's Notes: This is the result of me watching Doctor Who right after Danny Phantom and then thinking about it for hours. I was extraordinarily tempted to do this, so I just did. It kind of made sense in my head. . . at 4 AM. Yay.

Progression
A One-Shot

There was once a time, long ago – the time cannot be measured in years, decades, or millenniums, for when one is outside of Time, there is no real measurement – when his chest did not harbour gears and other such hardware. He once had skin like that of a human. He once had eyes – not pools of glowing, violent red, but real eyes, with pupils, irises, corneas, retinas. . . He once did not shift his age constantly. He once was not "the Master of Time," as the ghosts of Earth called him.

He supposed that the changes – at a rate so slow that he scarcely noticed – came during the progression of being dead. Certainly, they happened after he had been appointed as Time-Keeper of the planet Earth, a position which was fairly new to him in retrospective. To all on Earth trapped within the confines of Time, he had been there since the Beginning, yet he had an entire life which existed before he took up his staff.

He had wondered what the Observers thought, seeing this mass population dead, and seeing an opportunity with it. Maybe they knew it was to be. Regardless of any foresight, what happened was this: all the spirits of his people – or nearly all of them – were assigned a planet respectively; thus, each became the planet's Time-Keeper, dwelling in the parallel dimension which accompanied the planet – the dimension reserved for the dead and spectral. There was no doubt why his race was chosen to deal with Time – they were, by far, the most qualified.

Clockwork, he thought. What a suiting name I've picked for myself. I'm now made of it. Oh, the irony. . .

No one could have ever guessed that, where Clockwork's mechanisms were now, there had once been two hearts, or that he had died in an event called "the Time War." No one would have assumed that he was really from the planet Gallifrey – which was now utterly destroyed – or that he had peered into the Untempered Schism at the unripe age of eight – during his time at the University – and ran away.

He was now forced to reside over Earth's Time, watching its events simultanenously, often "out of order." The Observants – as their name implied – watched him meticulously, making Clockwork's afterlife practically unbearable when they spoke up, which was often.

Sometimes, Clockwork smiled as he oversaw time, as if amused by some private joke.

A blue box, he thought. At least there is one of us living still.

But I wonder how the Doctor managed to escape.

Author's Notes: Um. Yeah. That's basically it. I had to mention the Doctor and the TARDIS at least once, or I think my head would have exploded. Please review!