A/N- Because I went from having absolutely no free time to that being all I have... And this helps when I have writer's block...

If you see one you want me to expand on, and you have an idea on how I can expand on it, tell me, and I might just write it out for you. =]

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You'll probably be getting these about once every week, or maybe twice depending on life and what it throws at me. =] I'll be going to about a thousand words, or twenty drabbles, or I might just give you a one shot that's a thousand words long... I don't know... ANYWAY, I'm topping out at a thousand, or twenty drabbles. That's my limit on these chapters.

If you recognize it, I don't own it.

Doubled

His mom looked at her, saw her, but didn't really get the fact that this was her son, doubled, until the girl changed back and opened her baby blue eyes.

Real

The dream. It had only been a dream. He looked around at his pale blue walls and out his window to see the Nasty Burger sign glowing cheerfully in the distance. The smoke, the fire, the screams, it had all been a dream. This, the cool night and pale blue walls, was real.

Forcing

She scowled, a dark look on her normally smiling face, and held out the article; Sam was going to wear this dress, whether she wanted to or not.

Reception

He looked around himself, eyes widening at the flash of cameras, and gave a soft smile. As long as they weren't pinning him as Public Enemy Number One, he could deal with this kind of reception.

Think

He struggled against the glowing metal, wrists already raw and bleeding from his previous attempts to escape. He looked around, green eyes lighting up the area around him as he examined the only place he'd ever truly felt trapped. But he could lose hope, he could get out of here, all he had to do was think.

Basic

She watched as he let loose a flurry of ecto-charged ice shards, impaling the target in front of him and watching as it was burned by the green tinted icicles. They had stopped truly testing stuff like flight months ago, he needed more time to work on powers like this, and flight was, like he had said, basic.

Possible

Every test had told her he shouldn't have existed, and every experiment said he was a lie. He watched as his mom scowled from where she stood by the computer, reading the latest test result. He shuddered as his mom, his mom, turned her glare his way and spat, "How are you even possible?"

Safe

He tightened his arms around the smaller girl in his arms, whispering soothing words into her snowy hair as she trembled against him. He rubbed calming circles over her back, hoping to soothe her shaking, and told her over and over that it was okay. It was okay, Vlad would never touch her again, and they were finally, finally, safe.

Telling

He took a deep breath, stealing a glance at his sister who was giving him an encouraging look, and looked back up at his parents. Their excited, expectant expressions were good, or bad, depending on how they took this. He bit his lip, shuffling his feet as he stalled for even more time. He tried not to look at them as he said it, "Mom, Dad, I'm Danny Phantom."

Broken

His eyes were a dull green, no sparkle or light lighting up his previously lively eyes. He looked up at the agent with those dead eyes, no emotion on his face, and didn't even struggle against the bonds around his wrists and ankles. He just stared at the man in white, if he could really be called a man; his only movement was to flinch when the man smiled. The man smiled because they had finally, after everything they had tried, finally found a way to get through. Phantom was broken. The GiW agent smiled a little more.

Identified

He backed up as the blond in front of him advanced, the blue eyes boring into his were wide and scared and utterly surprised. He knew in that moment, the wide eyed stare holding him in place, he had been identified. By Dash of all people.

Formal

He wasn't used to formal wear, he was used to a hazmat suit, and his tux had never felt more foreign on him than when he had to change back into it from being Phantom.

Simplified

Mom and Dad had always had a more simplified way of looking at things. Everything was black and white to them, good and evil, but I looked out at my city and couldn't help but love all the shades of grey.

Camp

She looked out the window of the school bus, clutching her suit case in her hands, and watched as the wilderness flew by. She smiled, looking at all the trees, the animals, the nature, and couldn't wait to get to camp. Even if her best friends said they would hate it.

Ruined

Sam laughed, Tucker snickered, and I groaned as I looked down at my shirt. It was scorched, stained, ripped, and completely ruined. And I was somehow supposed to make it past my mom wearing it.

Familiar

In his world that constantly changed he needed something familiar. He needed something that would never change. He needed a constant. And, as he looked into her violet eyes that were so filled with warmth that they scorched, he knew he had found it. She was his constant, his something familiar.

Elite

He looked at his friends, at the determination and loyalty in their eyes, and sent them a smile before he took off. He looked down from the sky saw them below him, riding along the streets in the dark as if they had for years, like they had trained for this. He watched their movements, listened to the playful seriousness as the radios flickered to life, and thought that he had the best team in the world. His team was nothing short of elite.

Access

As mayor he had access to all kinds of things. The city's money and files, legal documents, all the boring stuff, but there was one thing he was glad he had gained access to, and that was the press. He had a best friend he needed to clear.

Sphere

There were few things more beautiful than the moon. The glowing pale white sphere held an unearthly beauty, and many knew they would never truly find anything like it, but Danny took a look into Sam's violet eyes and knew he found something the moon couldn't hold a candle to.

Equal

After bobbing back home, clutching at wounds and wincing as air hit his numerous cuts and scrapes, Vlad had to admit that Daniel was finally an equal.

Bungee

He smiled as air whipped around him, through him, as he fell towards the ground. He twisted, allowing him to fall face first towards the dry ground. He went intangible, plowing through the ground and then flying back up into the air once more, just to do it again.

Looking down from almost a mile above the cliff, he knew that bungee jumping had nothing on this.

ANNNNNNND, what do you think? Any suggestions?