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So, here I am again! I currently have major writer's block on all of my fanfics, and I'm hoping to remedy that by writing drabbles again! :) Some will be AU, others will be canon; their plot will depend on my mood. And hopefully, maybe I can defeat this thing called Writer's Block!

Spyglass to Worlds

Drabble One: The Prisoner

Alternate Universe

1-30-2366 A.D.

The world surrounding Amity Park has changed. Technology has given humanity the ability to fight the ghost world, but such power has corrupted their minds. Now…humans are the monsters.

They have officially engaged in war, a final battle to prove dominance. Enhanced with ecto-circuits and cyborg technology, the human military's most elite were once average citizens, but they are now bounty hunters, capturing the ghosts who would dare to defy them…

Amity Park Human Headquarters

Interrogation Room 134

She didn't believe the ghost.

Thus, she rolled her violet eyes, maintaining her grip on the gun. "Please," came her sarcastic remark. "Why would I ever be with someone like you?" And with that, she pointedly glared at his glow, at his unearthly body, and at his electric green eyes.

How had they gotten on this subject, anyway? The whole topic made her...tense. Wasn't she supposed to be interrogating him for useful information?

But her prisoner didn't feel her glare, nor did he seem to catch her implied threat.

Instead, a dreamy, wistful smile ghosted across his face, and his eyes became misted with distance. "It never mattered." As he stared up at the cold, dark ceiling, his soft tenor voice echoed off the walls. He fell farther and farther back into his own memories, until he found himself admitting everything he promised to never reveal.

Things didn't use to be this way...

He whispered to her, "You didn't care, and neither did I." His cracked lips lifted into a smile, even though his heart thumped sadly. "We were a team…we were together. The world had cast us out, but we were never defeated." He looked back into her eyes, his own pair so full of an emotion that the woman could no longer understand.

She looked so different to him like this, so much colder than her normal Goth self. Had it really been a year since she was taken into the military? Had she really become this monster? The prisoner couldn't remember exactly when the nightmare had begun; he was hoping that maybe she'd regain her memory. That she would remember him.

But he was losing faith in love's strength.

Silence fell between the two, long enough to be a hesitation on the commander's part. Her eyes flashed with mixed emotions as she stared him down. Then, she lowered her gun and abruptly turned away from him. "Get him out of my sight," she snared to the guards.

And as heavily armed combatants came, she found it hard to watch when they roughly dragged the injured prisoner to his feet. They pulled him along by his glowing handcuffs; he didn't resist. She rebelliously jammed her gun back in its holster, trying to push back any emotion. He deserves it.

The soldiers, her own subordinates, thrust the prisoner of war into his cryogenic cell, unfeelingly slamming the air-tight door. Immediately, the encased cell froze in time. The ghost inside was frozen as well, in waiting for another interrogation.

"Commander?" a voice appeared from behind her. She reluctantly turned around and came face to face with a squad lieutenant.

"Yes, soldier?" she demanded coldly.

The man saluted her before speaking. "Shall we exterminate Prisoner 2583, codename Phantom?" he asked.

But the commander didn't give him an immediate answer. She stood in complete silence as seconds passed, debating. Hesitating. "No," she finally answered. Her violet, human eye narrowed. "There is use for him yet." And although the solider seemed disappointed by her answer, he never challenged it. He saluted her once more, stealthily slipping back into the shadows. The room suddenly became colder.

She found herself along within seconds.

She narrowed her eyes at the door, as if willing for it to melt under her gaze. That ghost, she thought with mixed emotions. I don't understand him! The storm within her mind was confusing, messing with her logic circuitry.

And then, the twenty-one year old caved into her emotions; she couldn't control them any longer.

"We were together..."

It a fit of short-tempered irritation, the woman gave into the only feeling she still understood: Anger. She slammed a metallic fist into the concrete wall. It instantly buckled under the force, and when she lifted her hand, she saw a rather deep dent. The entire foundation of the building rumbled softly, and it echoed in her ears. In a morbid curiosity, she checked her knuckles.

Not even a scratch.

How dare he, she fumed angrily. "How dare he!"

He knows nothing about my past, nothing at all… The microchips in her half-metal body sparked underneath her human emotions, and her cyborg eye flashed an angry, dark red.

He couldn't.

But somewhere within her, she knew he did. The way he looked at her, that strange emotion that shined from his eyes…It made a chill race down her spine. Why was he so familiar?

Why was her heart constantly plagued with thoughts of him?

She didn't know.

Countless times, she had tried accessing her memories prior to 2365 A.D., but she couldn't. All she found was garbled strands of some Old Age code she couldn't decipher. It bothered her, it grated on her nerves. She didn't know who she was.

And yet, there was one fragment of her memory that she had been able to retrieve. One, small glimpse into her life before the operation. And that fragmented memory was a picture of him: prison 2583, codename Phantom.

He was protecting her from another ghost.

Cyborg Commander Samantha Manson suddenly felt cold, even though her sensors indicated otherwise. Prisoner 2583 scared her, and not because of his terrifying reputation.

It was because he knew something she didn't, and he wasn't going to tell her.

So there you go! First installment of "Spyglass to Worlds." Hope you like it, even if it's really, really AU. You know, I think I have some obsession with making Danny a prisoner… I might possibly add on to this particular story later, but only if people like it.

Speaking of which…I'd really appreciate a review!

Please? :)

Thanks for reading,

Lightning Streak