Ominous things happen in the Fenton basement lab.
Bullet
January 20, 2013
Danny emptied the thermos and was halfway out of the lab again before it registered in his mind. There was something on the table. Something that didn't belong there.
Backtracking, he found himself staring mistrustfully at a sleek handgun. Despite growing up among weapons all his life, the sight of the compact killing machine on the table sent a distinctly uncomfortable chill down his spine.
FENTON blazed across the barrel said it was just another of his parent's designs. But the slender silver bullets beside it, although glowing, showed that this weapon wouldn't only kill ghosts.
That's what unnerved him.
So, my two year mark on fanfiction is coming up in a couple days. O.o You can vote for which story I post for the occasion (list on my DeviantArt journal, where I'm also sapphireswimming)