AN: 10 words that start with D. I hope you enjoy it. As always, I own nothing that you recognize.

#1-Dais

On its own, there was nothing very special about that particular table. Like all the others in the cafeteria, it was surrounded by plastic chairs and had just as much gum stuck on its underside. It was not just any table though; it was the most valued location in all of Casper High. Most students who passed through the school doors spent their entire high school career dreaming of the moment where they would do something to earn a place at the illustrious table.

This was where the A-List held court. Surrounded by their jealous and awed peers, the A-List behaved as though the entire school was theirs. Everyone wanted to be part of them, everyone wanted to be them. Everyone wanted a place at that otherwise completely ordinary table.

#2-Dasterdly

"You will never defeat me with your cylindrical container of DOOM! For I am the Box Ghost!"

Danny just cocked an eyebrow and turned intangible to avoid the boxes hurtling towards him. Seriously? He was missing school for this? Mr. Lancer was about one unexcused absence from failing him, but instead of being in class trying desperately to avoid that embarrassing footnote to his high school career, he was stuck wasting time on the one ghost no one was afraid of.

Letting out a great sigh, Danny reached behind his back for the thermos. Better to get this over with as quickly as possible and try to minimize the academic damage.

Later that night, the Box Ghost paced restlessly in his lair. Phantom would pay for this latest affront, oh yes, he would. The Box Ghost was going to come up with a plan that would leave the halfa shaking in fear. For he was the Box Ghost, the master of all things cardboard and square, none could stand against his AWESOME might.

Passing by the lair outside, Technus shook his head as he heard the Box Ghost's maniacal laughter. "And people call me crazy." The master of technology muttered before floating away.

#3-Deviant

In another place, another time, Clockwork did not save Danny's family on that fateful day of the Nasty Burger explosion. After capturing the evil future version of himself in the thermos, Danny tried to reach his helplessly restrained loved ones, but failed. He was left alone.

However, his glimpse into the future had left its mark. Even if his family was gone, even if every moment left him feeling as if he had been ripped up inside, Danny had promised that he would never allow himself to turn into that. And so, it was to the bafflement of many that the newly orphaned Danny Fenton had disappeared from his hospital room a mere hour before his new guardian, Vlad Masters, was to collect him. Although Phantom continued to be seen for years afterward, not only in Amity Park but around the world, Danny Fenton was never heard from again.

#4-Design

A loud curse rang through the Fenton kitchen as yet another piece of crumpled paper was thrown at the already overflowing garbage can. Grabbing a fresh piece of paper and re-sharpening his pencil, Jack sat down to start from scratch. This would be the pinnacle of his inventing genius, it had to be perfect.

He laboured at that table for hours, drawing each line, writing each footnote with excessive care. He barely noticed when Jazz came home from school, or when Danny came in a few hours later (desperately trying to hide a limp). So engrossed was he, that he almost forgot to get up and fix himself his normal pre-dinner snack.

Finally, after hours of exhaustive toil, it was ready. Almost bouncing up and down in his excitement, Jack leapt up from the table and ran down to the lab, ready to begin construction on the world's first ecto-fudge maker! This was going to be great!

#5-Dilute

Like most genetic traits, Danny's ghost powers were passed on through his bloodline. Because he was part ghost, so would his children be, and their children, and so one. However, the continuing mix of more and more human genetic material lessened those ghost powers as time went on. Danny's children were quite nearly as powerful as he was, but their children were less so. By the time his great-grandchildren were born, the power needed for the Ghostly Wail had been lost, and within a few more generations, the descendants of Danny Phantom possessed only the most basic of powers.

For anyone with an understanding of biology, this is a most expected and normal result, however, ever so often something completely unexpected and inexplicable would happen. Once a generation, no matter how far down the bloodline they were from the original Phantom, a Fenton child would be born with the full range of power available to his or her ancestor, a fully fledged halfa.

Science is at a loss to explain how a phenomenon that should have long ago bred out keeps popping up with such frequency. In the end though, it doesn't matter. What matters are the results, a long string of protectors, sworn to the safety of their town and their world, all bearing the name of Phantom.

#6-Disease

Danny sat alone in his room, curled into a miserable ball on the floor. He could hear his parents downstairs, puttering around in the lab, the sounds interspersed with the occasional small explosion.

Mom, Dad, I have something I need to tell you.

It had been two weeks since he had exposed himself. Two weeks since the constant lies, the stress of the secret had become too much. It had finally just burst out of him one night, like a soda bottle that had been shook too long.

We still love you Danny. You're our son.

He had known that they would, the debacle with the reality gauntlet had proved that. Still, he should've known better than to assume that it would be the end of it, that two life-long ghost hunters would just up and welcome the fact that their son was now half-ghost.

Don't you worry Danny. We're going to get you through this. We'll get that ghost out of you if it's the last thing we do.

"I'm not sick!" Danny screamed, finally having enough. "I don't need a cure!"

The temperature in the living room plummeted as he clenched his fists. His green eyes glared at the two adults before him.

His mother stepped forward, her face confused and hurt. "Danny...please...we just want to help you. We love you."

"You want to rip out my ghost half." Danny spat. "That's not 'helping'!"

Unable to take anymore, the halfa turned invisible and shot vertically into his room. He didn't bother to turn on the lights, they mostly hurt his eyes now anyway. He just stood there for a moment, motionless.

Whether you're ghost, boy, or something in between.

With a choked cry, Danny collapsed to the floor. He gathered his knees to his chest, desperately trying to muffle the sound of his sobs. Downstairs, he could hear his parents arguing before they returned to the lab.

We want to help you...We love you.

Phantom couldn't just be cut out like his parents wanted. He was Phantom. Phantom was part of him. He didn't need to be 'cured'.

Whether you're ghost, boy, or something in between.

Danny clutched he knees desperately, trying to bury his face deeper. "I'm not sick." He whispered to the empty room. "I'm not sick."

#7-Divine

It was a muggy, overcast day. Everything seemed darker and gloomier somehow, the humidity pressing down with smothering force while thunderstorms raged in the distance. By the football field of Casper High a large group of teenagers had gathered, cheering and groaning in appropriate spots to the show they were currently enjoying. Jazz, however, wasn't enjoying the spectacle in the slightest.

Danny's newest foe was deadly, there was no question of that. Fast and agile and with an impressive power level, Danny was barely holding his own. Jazz let out a profound wince as her baby brother was forcibly thrown into one of the football goal posts. He rebounded with a loud bboonngggg to land hard on the ground. His sister held her breath until he stirred with a groan and a curse.

Jazz was not a religious person by nature, she much rather looked to science to explain her questions about the world. Standing on that field though, watching her brother launch back into the heavy air and knowing that, if it came to that, Danny would sacrifice himself without hesitation to protect the people watching, for the first time in a very long time, Jazz prayed.

#8-Docket

Walker looked at the list in front of him with something approaching glee. This was, by far, his favourite time of day, the time where the daily list of offences was passed on to him for his consideration. It was possibly only surpassed in his estimation by the events of the next day, when the criminals guilty of these offences would be told their sentences.

Although it would be tempting at first glance to say that Walker's ghostly obsession was the law, this would be completely untrue. Walker wasn't above cheating a bit himself, if it served his needs. No, Walker was obsessed with power. He loved having more power than his prisoners, loved having them helpless in his hand. He loved the feeling of being able to crush any one of them whenever he felt like it.

To Walker, the list in front of him was much more than just a list of offences, it represented the power he had over these perpetrators. With a sadistic smile, Walker picked up the list and considered the first case.

#9-Duplicate

Although Danny had a myriad of powers, perhaps the most disturbing to experience was duplication. I mean, sure it was a little odd to see energy blasts coming from his gloved hands, and flying might have felt unnatural if it hadn't been so darn cool, but there was nothing really as odd as being in two places at the same time.

Tucker had once asked him to describe what it felt like, and he had been hard pressed to do so. It was a little like having double vision, but at the same time it was utterly different. When Danny had a duplicate, he was able to see, think, and feel everything that his duplicate did. His duplicate could experience different things than he did, but at the same time, they were the same person. It was more than a little odd to have his duplicate say something, to tell his lips to form the words, then feel a mouth other than his own carry out the order.

The first time he had duplicated successfully, he had nearly reabsorbed the copy out of shock. Two mouths, four eyes, twenty fingers, the sheer sensory overload had been enough to drive a person insane. Even now, knowing that duplication gave him a huge edge in battle, he still had to take a moment to brace himself before the split.

#10-Dwarf

He shouldn't. He really shouldn't. It goes against every code, every expected behaviour of a hero. His public image was already too fragile to alienate any supporter, no matter how Danny felt about them personally.

Danny kept repeating these reasons to himself, hoping that one of these times it would actually sink in. He looked down at the Fenton Crammer in his hand. Nope, trigger finger was still itchy. Really the best thing would be to get Dash out of here as quickly as possible, before Danny succumbed to the temptation fate had just given him. He started to suggest just that.

"Hey, why don't we go stuff Fenton's head in a toilet?" The larger teen started snickering at the thought. "You know...just for giggles?"

That tore it. Screw heroics! Danny's finger lingered just a second more before pressing the trigger. He couldn't help the smirk of satisfaction at Dash's shrunken whine.

"I don't do puny!"

A/N: Ok, I admit it. Number 6 got way away from me...like crazy away from me. It turned from a 100-250 word snippet to a full 400 word ficlet. I have no idea how that happened. Still, I really liked how it turned out. As always, let me know what you think. I'm also taking suggestions for the next chapters. If you can think of a word that you would like me to do, please send it to me! I'm more than willing to take inspiration where it's offered.

Also, to those who don't know and are interested, I have finally gotten the sequel to 'What I've Always Wanted' up. It's in the crossover section, under DP/ST: TNG crossovers if you want to check it out. Thank you so much for reading!