A/N- Because I haven't really been all that busy, and all the feedback has been absolutely amazing.

I really want to thanks everyone who sent in suggestions, and I tried to use the ones I got.

Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer- If you recognize it, I don't own it. Except for Sounds in the Dark, which is actually mine. (And enough of my shameless plugging)

Understood

She looked at him as he fought the Lunch Lady, watched as he became more graceful, more confident. She smiled when he came back to her, grinning and victorious, and she understood something right then. She understood that her life, his life, their lives, would never be the same.

Elegant

Her mother had always wanted her to be elegant, to have grace, but she had always said she didn't want it. She'd always told everyone that she didn't need elegance or grace or beauty or any of those other things that the other girls worried about, but now, standing in front of the mirror in her flowing white gown, she felt all those things, and the tears in her mother's eyes said that she knew she was feeling them too.

Neglect

She knew her parents had their quirks, and she'd be the first one to admit that her mom and she didn't get along too well, but at least they noticed her.

Honestly, how can't you notice your child is half dead?

Unforgiving

Of all of his enemies, he dreaded seeing Vlad the most. Of all his enemies, Vlad fought the cruelest. It was Vlad that knocked down his self-esteem, it was Vlad that put the worst marks on his skin, and it was Vlad who made the biggest hits to his reputation. Of all his enemies, Vlad was the most unforgiving.

Uncertain (Kinda a prequel to Telling)

He stood in front of them, hands shaking, and squared his shoulders. He'd run this over and over in his mind until he had completely destroyed the possibility that they wouldn't accept him. Still, even after all that preparation, with their curious faces in front of him and only the truth on his side, he was uncertain.

Tunnel

He didn't like echoes anymore; they reminded him to much of his new ghostly power. So when he came upon the tunnel that reminded him more of a straight stretch road, with only a small light at the end, he made sure he kept his mouth shut. He learned he didn't like tunnel's either.

Morbid

His best friend was Goth, and his other best friend was half dead; if that wasn't a good reason to be morbid sometimes, he didn't know what was.

Enough

They didn't understand what they meant to him. She didn't get that her smile kept him going. He didn't get that his jokes were what kept him from giving up. They didn't get that they were his world. Sam and Tucker didn't know how much they meant to him, but he knew, and that was enough for him.

Once

Once, he had been normal. Once, he had been lazy. Once, he had just been a boy. Once, girls like Sam wouldn't really give him the time of day. But now, it wasn't once, now he was far from normal. Now he was the farthest thing from lazy. Now he was a hero. Now he had Sam.

He doesn't think he'd ever like to go back to that once upon a time.

Boom

He felt the metal hand hit him hard in the chest and he flew backward, hitting the tree behind him hard enough to jar him. He looked up to see Skulker's smiling, metal face and when the boom went off he didn't even hear it.

Green

Everyone knew she loved his baby blue eyes, everyone knew she loved Fenton, but only a handful knew she could spend all day staring into his neon green eyes, only a handful knew she also loved Phantom, but she knew it was more than that. It was more than just blue eyes and black hair or green eyes and white hair. It didn't matter to her which one he was, she just loved Danny.

Walk, Run, Fly (I'm pretty sure you meant for me to pick just one… But I'm not… =])

The little blue eyed girl looked down at him through laughing eyes, and he just smiled and reached up to pluck her from the air. She had her mother's face and her independent, strong spirit, and it didn't surprise him at all to find her floating by the ceiling above her crib.

He'd always heard you had to walk before you could run, but why couldn't you fly before either of them?

There (Spoiler for my Sounds in the Dark)

Ever since the accident, he'd never even thought about the there, the then. It was always here and now with him, at all moments of the day. He didn't really realize how bad he was at looking ahead until Skulker had his dad and he had to think about the there and the then. He had to think about that particular there and then because honestly didn't think he could handle it if his planning failed.

Downstairs

His favorite part of the house was upstairs. He told everyone that is was because he could see the stars from the Ops Center, or that he could see more of the city from his window, or that he felt so much more comfortable in his own room, but he lied to them all. Only a few people knew that he liked the upstairs more because downstairs was the lab, downstairs was the truth.

Swing

He watched the pendulum for a full minute, watching as it moved. Back and forth, back and forth.

Something about it was soothing, calming, so he watched it some more. He didn't realize how late it was or how tired he felt until he was already asleep, lulled by the swinging of the pendulum.

Pen

It all started with a pen. His happiness, his life, his death, and even his ghostly obsession had all started with a pen. She'd laid it in his hand, kissed him on the lips, and smiled before she'd left, and he'd never wanted to let go of her pen, but it too lost its life in that fire.

So he remembered her through the knowledge he helped her spread, and he helped spread it with the keyboard that would never measure up to her pen.

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Are you guys opposed to crossovers? I mean, I've had an idea or two, and I just wanted your input!