Jaded

Bertrand sighed heavily as he followed his mistress's path. She was muttering to herself, plotting the defeat of the little half-breed freak who had humiliated her twice already.

If it were up to him, they would leave Danny Phantom alone. But it wasn't up to him, and even if it was, Spectra wouldn't listen. She never had, never would.

Why did he serve her, anyways? She was a powerful spirit in her own right. She didn't need her shape-shifter.

"Bertrand!" she exclaimed. "Here's what I need you to do."

And he listened, and he obeyed, as he always did, always would.

Jail

Prince Aragon of the kingdom bearing his name was not happy. His sister- his idiot, meek, cowardly, weak sister- had the gall to overthrow him, to toss him into this rank dungeon like a piece of meat?!

When he got out, he vowed, he would take horrible revenge. He'd strip her of her amulet and grind it into dust. He'd betroth her to the meanest, rudest, poorest ghost he could find! He'd make her work as a scullery maid! He would make her pay…

…as soon as he got out of prison.

Jealous

I'm jealous of the dipstick's girlfriend- not because she's still human or cool or anything, but because her boyfriend worships her. Not that they're dating officially, but everyone can see that they're head over heels for each other.

I wish I had a guy like that. No, I'm not in love with the dipstick- not my type- but… I want that kind of relationship. I want someone to look at me like he looks at her. Ghost or no, I want love.

So when Skulker asked me out, I said yes. Why not? If it failed, it failed. If it worked, then I'd have everything I ever wanted.

Jerk

Why, wondered Kitty, did she even bother anymore? It was obvious that Johnny cared more about other girls than her. She was second best to him, someone to go to when no one else wanted him.

She knew that, so why hadn't she done anything about it? Why had she stuck by his side through the long years, sharing his hurts and laughs and joys?

Because, whispered her innermost thoughts, he doesn't mean it. Sure, he gets distracted, but he's not trying to hurt you. He's careless, not cruel. He really does love you.

And that meant she could love him back.

Joke

Amorpho fought back laughter as he walked into the classroom. "Good morning class," he said in the teacher's voice.

"Morning, Mr. Lancer," the teens droned.

He jumped onto the desk. A few children blinked at him. "Today, kids, we're going to act out the most famous sword fights in literature. Catch! You and you, the finale of Hamlet! You and you, Darth Vader versus Luke Skywalker!"

"But that's a movie," protested one particularly nerdy-looking boy.

"So? Go crazy and have fun." He darted off.

Five minutes later, the real Lancer arrived to a scene of chaos. "WHAT IN HOMER'S NAME IS GOING ON HERE?"

Joy

"She said yes, she said yes, she said yes!" Danny twirled around, arms akimbo, face alight with pure happiness. "She said yes, she said yes, she said YES!"

Two miles away, Sam laughed in an uncharacteristically un-Goth-like manner. After years of waiting and hoping and despairing, Danny had asked her out. He'd asked her out, he'd asked her out, he'd asked her out! She wanted to scream it from the rooftops, post it on the Internet, sing and dance and rejoice.

Tucker grinned. Danny and Sam were dating, just like he'd expected. He had bet money to collect.

Judgment

"We have found you guilty of several counts of fraud, wrongful imprisonment, torture, kidnapping, abuse, violations of various building regulations, invasion of the human world, and setting yourself up as ruler of the Barrens without the consent of the High Observant Council."

Walker glared balefully at the Observant before him. "Someone needed to get the Lawless Lands under control."

The councilor ignored him. "We have decided to banish you to the Barrens-"

That wasn't so bad, he thought.

"-where you will work without pay as a guard on the Fenton Portal. Only the Phantom and his human friends are allowed through."

Jury

Jack and Maddie had no idea how Danny had convinced the judge he wasn't being abused, or why they were now being charged with neglect instead of abuse. Their lawyer speculated that Danny had told him the true story of those scars, thereby vindicating them of that crime, but had been unable to deny that his parents hadn't noticed his wounds, hence the charge of neglect.

The judge had sent the jury out to make the final decision on the Danny… Fenton (he hesitated before saying that; they didn't know why) case twelve minutes ago. Now they had returned.

The lead juror met the judge's eyes and proclaimed, "Guilty."

Just

He was just a kid, just a teen, just a geek, just a loser, not a hero. He was the normal one, the balance for his friends' weirdness. Sure, he had a few skills, a few odd hobbies and tastes, but didn't everyone? That didn't stop him from being just a kid, just a regular guy.

But his friends didn't believe him when he told them so. Take now, for instance.

Danny was looking at him in exasperation. "How is it that I'm the one with ghost powers and you're the weird kid?"

Juvenile

"This is so stupid," Jazz muttered, glaring at the worn plush bear as though it was at fault. "I'm a grown woman. I hunt ghosts. I've helped save the world! I don't need this thing." She picked up the little toy. Her hand hovered over the garbage.

Bearbert looked back at her with one big button eye. Jazz's hand froze. She remembered happy afternoons from her childhood, playing and giggling without a care in the world. Could she really give up her constant companion?

She couldn't, and twenty-five years later, when her daughter faced the same decision, she couldn't give Bearbert up either.

How many of you thought the guy in "Just" was Danny? Be honest now, I did that on purpose.

This chapter is dedicated to gothsamphan14, who has decided to adopt some of these drabbles and turn them into full-length stories. You will all read these stories, understand? And you are going to like them.