This is one of two offerings for today. But the other one won't be seen here. It's porn in the AU of Day 7 and can be found on AO3 at:
archiveofourown (insert dot here) org / works / 782939 / chapters / 1533820
Handcuffs
Click. Squeak. Kishhhh. Click. Squeak. Kishhhh.
"Mr. Fenton!"
Danny looked up at Mr. Lancer and scowled, putting the handcuffs down. Detention was always so boring and this one was no different. It didn't help that he was the only one here.
"Why, exactly, do you own a pair of handcuffs?" Lancer asked.
Danny looked at the handcuffs on his desk. Standard police issue. He'd ordered them from some fetish website while his parents were looking for inventive ideas on ghost restraints. He didn't carry the key, though. He didn't need to. "They remind me," Danny said.
The chair next to his scraped as Lancer sat down. "Remind you?" he asked. "Of what?"
Danny sighed before picking the handcuffs up again. He tripped the latch with a click then opened them with a squeak. "They remind me," he said again. "My powers are a lot like these handcuffs. I can take ghosts off the streets and toss them back in the Zone but they don't stay there. They come right back. And so I can't move on or do anything but continue stopping them. I'm as trapped as they are. Without a future."
Lancer watched Danny play with the handcuffs again, an almost automatic movement that involved some dextrous intangibility. "Well, you know what they say in prison," Lancer said. "Free your mind."
Danny gave Lancer an annoyed glare. "And how do I do that?" he demanded.
"That's up to you."