A/N: This update came pretty soon, didn't it? :) I actually made a deal with my friend, and I promised to have this update up by early February. So here it is. By the way, don't expect me to update as much, since I'm really busy this year. It's a wonder I could write this at all, really. :P I should really get around to finishing my homework, though…

Anyway, I decided to work on everyone's ideas. I hoped you like the way they came out! :)

Promise (Idea from SugarQueen8490)

"I promise I'll do something constructive with my time," Dan muttered sullenly.

Nellie nodded approvingly. "We'll be back in an hour or so. Have fun!" Amy and Nellie waved goodbye and went off.

Dan had gotten into trouble once again, and Nellie and Amy were tired of it. Determined to make him suffer, they had threatened that they would take away his 'X-box' if he didn't do something constructive during the time they were out. Dan sighed pitifully. Poor him. There was nothing to do, really.

Suddenly, he got an idea. He was tired of trying Amy's rubbish cooking and Nellie's wacky dishes. Why not try and cook a dish that he would like? It couldn't possibly too hard, could it?

-x-

"We're back!" Nellie and Amy breezed into the apartment. "Where are you?" They walked into the kitchen expectantly, only to be greeted with a terrible sight. They stood rooted to the ground, gaping.

"DAN, WHAT DID YOU DO?" Nellie fumed. The kitchen had ketchup stains and other unidentifiable stains all over the place and there was a strong smell of burning in the air. A burnt tablecloth lay on the ground, together with random ingredients like tomatoes and bread. Dan sheepishly crawled out from where he was hiding.

"I was trying to cook?" he explained feebly. His eyebrows were singed off and the front of his apron burnt. "It wasn't my fault!" he said defensively. "How was I supposed to know that cookbooks were so flammable?"

"Great," Nellie sighed heavily. "Just great."

"We'll help," Amy said, feeling sorry for Dan. "But you have to promise to never cause trouble again. Okay?"

Dan grinned and nodded.

After all, promises were meant to be broken.

Cellmate (Idea from Alistair Oh Obsesser)

Clad in a horrible orange jumpsuit, Bae was unceremoniously shoved into a jail. Fuming, he smoothened himself down and looked up at his cellmate.

Isabel Kabra.

Startled, his eyes widened and he took a step back. Equally surprised, Isabel raised her eyebrows.

There was a silence.

"Well, we might just as well make the most of it," Isabel suddenly shrugged, startling him. "I have a deal for you." Bae wasn't fooled by her casual demeanor. Isabel Kabra was tricky business. Still, he was interested.

"Look, we have to show that we're not to be trifled with," Isabel told Bae. "Those non-Cahills must be put in their place. And we have to keep up our income, do we not? Apparently you can smuggle drugs in. Using my Lucian brilliance and your Ekat… whatever it is, we can find an effective way to create drugs and sell them to the outside world or within this jail for plenty of money. And if we perform well, we could be moved to a minimum security level, where it'll be easier for us to escape."

Slowly, Bae nodded. He didn't like consorting with non-Ekats, but Isabel was right. They had to find a way to somehow clearly express their position and redeem themselves. They might just as well start here.

He walked closer to where Isabel was sitting with a plan sketched out in front of her, much like a plan to conquer.

Today, the jail.

Tomorrow, the world.

Spilled (Loosely based on Jana's idea and Evanescence456's request.)

It was funny how a little tumble and stumble could ruin your life. Or your wardrobe, that is.

Natalie screamed. Loudly. Everyone turned and stared, but with a glare from her, they quickly turned back. Natalie was wailing, her arms flailing. She was quickly turning purple, and Ian was getting worried.

He had been holding a cup of coffee and walking to the table reserved just for him and Natalie, when he tripped over some idiot's handbag. The contents of the cup had gone flying all over Natalie's outfit.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT COFFEE DOES TO SILK?" Natalie screeched. A waitress was frantically trying to wipe the stain off her clothes, unsuccessfully. Ian grimaced. This was not going well.

"No use crying over spilled milk, right?" Ian attempted.

Natalie glowered at him.

"There's a difference between coffee and milk," she spat out. "Spilled milk… spilled milk… oh, really!"

Outraged, Natalie grapped an unsuspecting patron's cup of coffee and flung the contents over Ian's outfit. Shocked, he stared at her, blinking dumbly. Slowly, he came to his senses.

"You. Just. Stained. My. Outfit," he seethed.

"No use crying over spilled milk," Natalie replied smugly.

A/N: I don't think this had as much 'punch' as the others, but I hope you like it anyway. Thanks and review! :)