(A/N) Because my imagination was stunted by an early encounter with the ground (and a generally practical, logical outlook), most of these will be the result of a prompt or quote rather than an idea of my own. I will, of course, include the prompt or quote. If some are the result of random thoughts instead, I'll state that somewhere (so that you know to skip the chapter/fic/whatever).

First up: some expanded 1sentences, also known as 1sentence Drabbles. And yes, that is counterintuitive. Now ask me if I care.

Disclaimer: If I owned Detective Conan…but that's another story entirely. Let's not go there, shall we?

1sentence Drabbles

#01 – Ring

It wasn't fair, but then very little was, and who was she to ask for fair after all she'd done? So thought Haibara as she gripped a little piece of plastic and watched the ceremony helplessly. There was nothing she could do now, after all – and more importantly, she'd wished for this, worked so hard for it…and now it had happened, and everyone was happy except her. Life's not-so-little ironies. She snorted and turned to leave, knowing that she would not be missed here.

Then something stopped her. Her hand, clasped tightly as it was around the object in her pocket, was sore and stiff from the exertion. Discovering this as she reached out to open the door, Haibara halted mid-motion and stared at her clenched fist as if she'd never seen it before. Then she sighed, a sound filled with something that was almost regret.

Ran found the ring later.

#02 – Hero

He'd been there every time she considered quitting, and told her not to.

He'd been there every time she considered dying, and stopped her.

He'd been there every time she considered leaving, and made her stay.

Shiho still didn't know why. Even after everything she'd done to Shinichi, he had helped her, saved her, risked his life for hers. And she couldn't even repay him, though certainly the antidote counted for something - but not enough. In fact, "not enough" didn't even begin to cover it.

After all, he'd played hero one last time because she had given it to him.

He'd played hero one last time because she had taken it.

She'd been there, when he quit living and left her behind.

#03 – Memory

There had been a huge fight in the lab, as evidenced by the absolute ruin they'd made of the room. It was the first and only time the two had ever fought physically, and it was to be the last.

She was bigger than him, by a little bit. According to the rules of child warfare, this meant she should win. And win she did – she kept her prize, attained her goal. But she lost something in the process, a something that didn't want to be lost, but that she had assumed would want to lose her. She was wrong.

Conan had thrown the pill away, choosing to remember.

#04 – Box

She had been a bird, not an alcohol, in that Organization. They had shut her in a concrete-walled cage, clipped her wings by threatening to 'clip' her sister's life, and forced her to sing. But then, "song" was much too nice a name for what they had made her produce. Haibara ought to know – not only was she the creator of the abomination, she had experienced it first hand.

Now she lived on the opposite side of the coin. Instead of being forced to make a drug, she had been asked to make an antidote. Instead of being shut in, she shut herself in.

Instead of living in a cage, she lived in a box.

#05 – Run

He charged headlong toward the roof, praying he wasn't too late. Agasa had reported that several gunshots were fired before the mike cut off – any one of those could have killed her.

And yet even through the blind pan-erm, worry, Conan found the time to wonder ruefully why he was running yet again. It seemed that ever since he (and, consequently, his legs) had been shrunk, he'd spent most of his time running. And being late anyway.

At least when I was still Kudo Shinichi, he thought with a grimace, I was fashionably late.

But further thought was cut off by his arrival at the roof, where he found to his immense relief that, for once, he had not been running towards a body and a crime.

#06 – Hurricane

The Detective Boys had come to visit Agasa's house while the Professor was out, so it fell to Conan and Haibara to keep them occupied. The basement was off-limits, of course, as was the Professor's workroom and Haibara's bedroom ("You don't sleep in the lab?" Conan had asked her once, teasing – her scathing reply had taken a year off his life).

Every other place in the house was free game, as were the immediate surroundings of the house. This was unfortunate for our two favorite teenagers-under-ten, because it meant that hide-and-seek was an obvious choice for a pastime. And, of course, it meant that Ayumi spent much of her time attempting to "accidentally" hide in the same place as Conan.

Unfortunately for both girls, Haibara had been dragged into the game by none other than Conan. "To keep anything from happening," he had explained to her, not quite daring to define "anything".

Somehow this resulted in the three of them being crammed in a small shed during a hurricane. Mayhem ensued.

#07 – Wings

He handed her the pendant even as he guarded her from the building collapsing around them. Surprised by both actions, Haibara glanced up at him from the object in her hands, her expression quizzical.

"A bird," he said without his usual, roundabout preamble. "To remind Shiho that she's free…and that I am."

The woman said nothing in response: a glance towards one of his hands told her everything. She put the pendant in a pocket silently, gave him a curt nod in thanks as they turned to step gingerly through the rubble, and very carefully thought about nothing.

All the way to the airport.

#08 – Cold

As she trudged through the snow with bare feet, Shiho had just enough time to wonder if after making it all the way out here she was going to freeze to death. And then the gunshots cut off further thought for a while.

Frozen, feverish, and wounded, Sherry glared up at Gin, thinking, Wonderful. So I'm not going to die of the cold. He – and through him, the Black Organization – is going to kill me. Avoiding this very situation is why I took the APTX-4869 last time. But right now…there's nothing I can do.

Finishing that last sentence was far harder than staring down the barrel of a gun and looking unafraid. After all, if there was one thing she hated more than anything else, it was being helpless.

But she couldn't move.

#09 – Red

She woke up gasping again, with the sound of Gin's laughter ringing in her ears. It was the same dream she'd told Kudo about in the hotel – the one that had been haunting her lately.

Glancing up at the clock, she noted the 'late' time, then realized that her new alarm clock's display was - "Like your favorite color of rose, Sherry: blood red."

She grimaced at the sudden memory, thinking bitterly that she should never have mentioned that little fact. But she hadn't told anyone, really – Gin had just caught her admiring a garden one day in Europe. Later he managed to find out that she wasn't admiring the flowers but the deep color of their petals…she still didn't know how.

Well, it no longer mattered. The petals had been red, of course – blood red – a color she was now thoroughly sick of. Why had she…?

Haibara shook her head to clear it, her breathing steady now, and turned to go back to sleep. That was when Kudo barged into her room, grabbed her hand, and dragged her off to the roof without a word.

She never did understand how he found out.

#10 – Drink

He was out with Ran again, on something that would be a date if he sounded ten years older and wasn't nearly as short. She had a sudden mental image of Ran finding out and then dating the shrunken Kudo anyway; and she fought the rare urge to laugh.

Of course, there was no trace of a grin on her face as she continued the train of thought: it was her fault.

That's what it all came back to, really. Her fault that who-knows-how-many people had been killed, her fault that Kudo's life was tearing itself apart, her fault that Ran had lost her knight in shining armor…

My fault, thought Haibara as she left the lab and walked into the kitchen to find Agasa's "secret" stash, that this body can't handle alcohol at all. Any type.

#11 – Midnight

"…Hey."

No words were spoken in answer, but a vaguely questioning noise came from the middle of the room.

The speaker sighed, then walked over and sat down - there was plenty of room on the couch, considering their size. Or lack thereof.

"C'mon, I know you're still awake. At least look at me. You don't have to say anything, just listen…I won't take long."

A pause, a turn. They faced each other; realized simultaneously that here was someone who would listen, would understand. And then one started talking, telling into the blackness of midnight that which could not be faced in the day.

A finish, a pause. Comfortable silence fell between them.

Then from the yet quiet one came a soft, "…Hey."

#12 – Temptation

The capsule was sitting innocently enough on the table. It wasn't about to fall off, it wasn't glowing, it wasn't painted an evil or odd color…but it was right next to the trash can. And that alone was enough to make her stare at it for all of twenty minutes, thinking. Weighing the options.

If she gave it to him, he might die. If she didn't, he might die. Both options sat on her chest like stones, and she was drowning…It would be so easy to destroy it. To pretend it never happened, to save herself from the choice and its consequences.

But then, throwing it out would be a choice, too, one she couldn't afford to make. Wrong. It was one she could very well afford to make, and would love to make. But the world and the people in it couldn't afford it for her, and she couldn't be selfish. She had been raised right, after all. Twice.

She sighed, smirked humorlessly, and made her choice.

#13 – View

They'd made a habit of watching the sunrise and sunset together: since both had trouble sleeping, especially lately, they were both generally awake at the appropriate times anyway. In the rare case when one of them was asleep, the other would generally let them be…only to be joined before the spectacle was over.

There was nothing formal or romantic about it, and they never said anything to each other during those times, formal, romantic, or otherwise…Except once. And neither was entirely too sure what to do about that 'once.'

They were even more confused, when "once" became "twice".

Third time's the charm.

#14 – Music

It was Christmas, and he was so lost it would have been hilarious…if he could find a gram of humor left in his panicked mind. Ayumi, Genta, Mitsuhiko…they were kids. Easy. Candy, chocolate, Yaiba, whatever. If it came in a brightly-colored package, he was pretty much good to go.

But what, exactly, do you buy for a nine-year-old teenage scientist who had worked for one of the largest underground syndicates in the world for most of her life? Not only that, said scientist was one of the hardest people to read he'd ever met, and that was saying plenty. Even blaming the problem on her being female wouldn't cut it – she was an actress, for crying out loud, if an undiscovered one. Hopefully.

Great, he thought, a subtle pun. Very funny. But none of this is helping me find a present for her. I've been observing her for about a week; you'd think there'd be something…

His thoughts trailed off as a pleasant sound floated through the otherwise quiet house: a sad melody, but a beautiful one.

Aha.

#15 – Silk

He had no excuse. He was a detective, formerly a famous high-school detective who had heard every alibi in the book, and currently a master of lies. And still he had no excuse.

Conan – no, Kudo in mind, heart, and this house – was sitting at the kitchen table, watching Haibara prepare dinner. Ran was out with some friends and the old man was dead drunk (oh, how he wished that phrase was literal), so he had come over to the Professor's house to eat. Only to find that Agasa was out of town.

And so it came to pass that Kudo Shinichi was sitting at a kitchen table, watching Haibara prepare dinner, and wondering wh…He was not going to repeat the stupid thought.

(Notes)

- In number nine, I assume that Kudo has come to Agasa's house, and that Haibara now has her own bedroom. Both are logical results of the lack of an antidote…now I just have to figure out when Kudo got brave enough to do something like that. Artistic license? Yeah…right. Well, it's probably been a couple years, so he's known her much longer. And it's fair to say that a few years of peace would prevent her from killing him on sight. Now that that's all explained, I need to figure out why Gin and Shiho were in Europe. Err…umm…A mission?

(Closing A/N) Can someone explain to me how the note is exactly 100 words long, when none of the drabbles are? …No? Well, whatever.