*Story edited as of 07-27-2015*

Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom or Pokémon. Any Pokédex entries that come up are from Pokémon . com. I'm also using Bulbapedia to generally look things up as I have definitely not memorized everything in the Pokémon universe. I own nothing. This disclaimer is for the entire story.

~Chapter One~

I watched, annoyed as Clockwork regarding me with an amused smirk. (Jerk!) Here he was giving me this total bomb shell and he had the audacity to laugh!

I'm sorry. I'm getting ahead of myself. Let me start over.

Today had started out normally, or at least as normal as it could get for someone like me. Ghost powers are awesome like that.

I woke up. Nearly blew up my alarm clock because it was way too early for this and dragged myself out of bed. I heard a muffled explosion downstairs and decided that Mom probably tried cooking breakfast again and contemplated just flying out of my window now so I wouldn't have to deal with all the morning 'excitement' that usually accompanied my parents' shenanigans.

I looked at my slightly singed and suspiciously green looking alarm clock (whoops) with half-lidded eyes and decided that it probably would be best to get something to eat before some stupid ghost decided to annoy me again. Seriously, do they not have a life!?... death? …whatever.

Anyway, I pulled on a mostly clean shirt, struggled to put on my jeans, and then wandered downstairs to see what blew up this time.

As soon as I made it to the kitchen, I knew it would probably be best not to ask, though I did regard all the green goop, Jazz's furious expression, and Mom and Dad's sheepish looks with mild interest before I walked around this morning's carnage to get some plain cereal.

While I was feeding myself, my sister stomped out of the kitchen and joined me at the table, getting some cereal and chewing furiously at the poor flakes. I opened my mouth to say something, but instead of words, a familiar icy-blue mist escaped my mouth.

Why!?

My sister's face adopted a much gentler tone and she regarded me with sympathy. I huffed in annoyance, morphed into Phantom, gave my cereal one last mournful look, and flew through the wall.

I sighed in exasperation as I found myself floating above Fenton Works. Normally, I would enjoy the nice winter breeze flowing around me. Unlike most humans (not that I am completely human but whatever), I loved the cold, particularly after I got a handle on my ice powers. Ever since my cryokinesis manifested, I've always felt like the cold was a long lost friend.

Well, enough about my ice manipulation and more about the source of my frustration. I surveyed my surroundings with calculating eyes, senses on high alert, looking for anything abnormal or even slightly ghostly. Finding nothing, I lazily flew around the general area, hoping for some clue as to who was attacking this time.

I circled one last time, thinking that I would more than likely run into whoever the lunatic was later and deal with them then, and flew back towards my house with the full intention of finishing my hopefully not very soggy cereal. I may be half ghost, but I still needed to eat, just not as often as normal people. I wasn't really paying attention to my speed but realized too late that I shouldn't have been flying that fast.

Of course, a stupid portal appears out of nowhere right in front of my face.

Before I could even think about slowing down, I had already flown through it, shot straight past the glowing figure waiting just past the exit of the portal, and straight into the wall, face first.

Don't I have the best of luck?

The stupid jerk did that on purpose!

I sat there seething at the figure in front of me. Here was the Master of Time, overseer of just about everything, with the ability to rewind time with a click of a button, trying and utterly failing to hide his snickers. The image that this fearsome ghost usually painted with his almost constant indifferent attitude and obvious power was ruined even further by the fact that he was doing this in his toddler form.

He looked like some petulant child who just pulled a prank on his elders and succeeded in getting away with it. The description fit the current situation, especially since there wasn't really much of anything I could do about it. He was the Master of Time after all and besides the fact that I am most certainly not his elder, Clockwork could probably get away with just about anything short of ruining the time stream. I didn't even think that the Observants could do much, judging by the fact that whenever the one-eyed freaks decided to scold Clockwork, the Time Master just disregarded their concerns.

I continued to glare at him, though he seemed to not be in much of a hurry since he continued to chuckle at the fact that I had just face planted into a wall at over a hundred miles per hour.

I will admit that I seriously considered punching him in the face. I thought better of it though. He'd probably know I would do it before I could even begin to raise my clenched fist.

As I seethed, I heard a small scuffling noise and a very odd sounding giggle. I would have investigated what that was about but decided against it in favor of figuring out just what the hell Clockwork's problem was.

Couldn't this wait until after breakfast?! While the wall wasn't exactly the best wake up call, I still wasn't awake enough to take the ghost seriously.

"Really Clockwork?! What was that for?! And don't act all innocent. I know you did that on purpose you smug bastard!"

Clockwork regarded me with another amused look and apparently decided to ignore my previous comment/insult.

He waved his hand dismissively and proceeded to calmly float towards the ground, where I had oh so gracefully landed on after my meeting with the ectoplasm infused wall.

"Daniel, what would you say if I said that you would have an opportunity of sorts, to live the life of a normal child?"