Fanfic Favorites/RecommendationsThe links mostly link to the main page where they can be found, like the author's home page, or the main page of the archive where the story is located. The main exception to that are when stories are hosted at Fanfiction.Net or other stray pages where is more beneficial to link to the story itself. The categories are below. I update with at least ten fics at a time. Updated four times a year, in March, June, September, and December. If I offend any authors by listing your story here, please contact me to work out a solution. 2004-2005 ListingBig OEnterpriseFireflyHarry PotterJane AustenOtherPrison BreakStargate: SG-1/AtlantisUgly BettyThe X-FilesX-Men: The Movie
June 2007A Better Man Maybe a nuclear family is just too boring for the world now. The Choice "Where does that leave us?" A long pause followed his question as Betty looked into Henry's eyes intently. The Choice (Revisited) Henry turned and noticed that Betty was still looking at him. Henry raised his eyebrows in confusion. "Is something wrong?" Betty, finally realizing that she was gawking at him, blushed slightly and hurried to help clean up the mess, effectively avoiding Henry's question. Conflict The vertical descent equivalent of three floors passed quickly--too quickly for the accountant who was not looking forward to returning to his apartment. Their apartment, as it were. With the purple couch. Daisies and Pizza in Ten Minutes "I'm giving you ten minutes," she ceded, "and I mean it. I don't even know why I'm doing this. We're not friends anymore." Suddenly her somewhat happy attitude had decayed in a very exponential manner. How It Starts But then came the net and he was left alone, a plate full of sushi and no butterfly to share it with. The Log He had been terrified, almost too afraid to touch her, to see if she was okay. When Betty's eyes fluttered open and she told him, "I couldn't do it," his vision went blood red and the nerd took a back seat to the caveman. Perception Someone Else gets the small things--the secret, shared glances, the random facts, the conversations that mean something. The cute smiles that come when he pushes his glasses into position and shows teeth, not at all the close-lipped ones that she sees at home. The things that no one else would ever notice, but she does because they used to be hers. That is why the apartment is so empty--it's devoid of emotion. Pinned Henry and Toni found a table with a fairly unobstructed view of the big screen and commandeered it. They both loved Beto's. It was in the neighborhood, had been around for a long time, was divey in its way, had no weird pretensions and great food 'even corndogs', exclaimed Toni...which, said Henry, they only bring out because I think some of those old men have a crush on you. Toni's reaction, anytime Henry mentioned that, would be to merely stick her tongue out at him. The Right Time "I'm not sure." Daniel looks at her face, at her manufactured smile, the scarf bunched under her chin. "Why did you leave Mode?" Betty looks panicked for a moment, but covers quickly. "Because I got a job as a writer at another magazine. You know that, Daniel." The Screw Up Daniel stared blankly out his window as he listened to the faraway sound of the dial tone. The room started to spin around him and the phone slipped from his hand. "Oh god," Daniel moaned as he doubled over and then fell into a leather chair. "I screwed up," he said in a panicked voice. His breathing was coming in short gasps and he was drowning in his own sweat. He swiped a hand across his forehead and took a deep breath, trying to calm the fast pace of his heart. "I screwed up and I pushed away the only person who cares." So She Dances He wondered if she'd ever seen him, wondered about the man opposite who stood and silently watched her every night. Did she think he looked sad – did she wonder why he never brought women to his home anymore, save for one woman who dressed unfashionably badly and yet seemed like his best friend? Did she ever wonder about his life outside, as he did hers? Did she ever wish she could just reach out to him?
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EnterpriseGuardian Angel Then, with a rush of sound and colour, Malcolm was thrown back into the real world. He wondered for a moment why the voice had apologised, but then he remembered, just before something hard and painful hit him in the chest, that he had just placed himself in the path of two approaching bullets. "Bugger." He said.
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Harry PotterLament of the Wounded She was one of the few people he had ever truly loved, and she was pointing her wand at his heart, ready to kill him. But he knew her too well for that, and so had Albus. "Are you going to kill me, Minerva?" he whispered. Lesser Languages She felt for him, this dark boy who hated and was hated in turn. But try as she might she could not reach him. Sympathy was met with disdain. Courtesy was met with insolence. Respect was met with mistrust. Compassion was met with near violence. He had built a stone wall, crafted it brick by brick over a hundred years and a thousand cruelties. He guarded the wall with armaments of suspicion and loathing. And his eyes had no story to tell. Let the Sun Inside As moments passed, days went by with them speaking very little, drinking tea, waiting for the light to come out from behind the dark, thick clouds, the looks they exchanged grew sometimes hasty, sometimes lingering, always embarrassed and often charged with the tiniest bit of electricity. Making Amends Severus sighed. He'd thought it was great fun to see Lupin reduced to living in a gutter. He'd thought it was no more than the werewolf deserved for trying to kill him back in school. Living in squalor had seemed a fitting punishment for a man who'd helped a murderous convict escape justice. So why was his subconscious plaguing him with visions of Lupin's death? And why weren't those visions making him happy? Notes Dear Severus, I thought we had agreed on not to write any more notes? How dare you speak of my HIGHLY talented seeker in such an impertinent and unprofessional manner? But I must agree, he looks like an apple on a dead twig. Congratulations on the Quidditch cup - for the first time in YEARS. Minerva. Spoon Remus Lupin stared at the goblet containing the disgustingly greyish-tinged concoction. It was no use. After a solid year of imbibing the revolting stuff, he just couldn't take it anymore. It just wasn't worth it. Until it Sleeps "I believe I told you that the Dark Lord would not be particularly pleased with the failure of my poison," Snape sighed and closed his eyes. "And on occasions like this, his Potions Master is usually the first victim of his wrath." Warning Shot When she turned to retrace her steps, she was brought up short by two figures that suddenly blocked her path. Hooded and masked, two specters of darkness faced her, appearing quite incongruous on an ordinary village street. With a sharp intake of breath, Minerva pulled her wand from her pocket and held it up to counter the ones aimed at her by her shadowy opponents.
Jane AustenAmbivalence Elizabeth turned around, an apology for being so late on the tip of her tongue; but as she did so, a displeasingly familiar voice addressed her in utmost astonishment: 'Miss Bennet?' The Art of Misconception Desperate to get away from him, she turned and opened the first door she saw and walked through. Fueling her anger even more, she realised with a fair amount of surprise that she had not walked into a room as expected, but a closet. Cornered at a dead end, Elizabeth turned around. The Battle of the Letters As your business will keep you from Pemberley for at least a fortnight, I insist that you furnish me with a love letter. A Bit of Advice "Not such a book, Bingley. The book. And believe me, I had to go to quite a number of shops before I located a copy. If bookshop owners are inclined to gossip, the Pemberley honor will never recover from my attempts to aid your marriage." Conversation With Lady Catherine Fitzwilliam could not keep an expression of astonishment from his face, and it took him a moment to respond, "Miss Elizabeth Bennet, Aunt? What could I possibly promise that she could not?" Dangerous Curves At the bar, William was making some hard decisions. Richard's words were coming back to him as he watched Elizabeth in the arms of the massive man that was currently staring him down. Was this the man that was playing fast and loose with her affections? A Discussion of the Musical Arts "To the contrary. It was neither the artist nor the piece I found so disagreeable, but rather the circumstances of hearing it. The moment stands out in my mind, for it was the first time this specific partner condescended to request a dance of me, an act rather extraordinary considering his general aversion to such pursuits," she muses with an enigmatic smile. The resoluteness in her voice immediately causes him to look up. Distraction Interludes between Darcy and Elizabeth. Exceedingly Diverted Elizabeth grinned, a most unladylike sort of twisting of her mouth and one that any of her other sisters would have recognized immediately as a sign of impending mischief. But as Georgiana was rather new to her sisterly post, she was unaware of the implications of the grin. "When my sisters and I were younger," Mrs. Darcy said in a stage whisper, "and we had a dull day, we made up for it by holding a sleep-over that night." If I Could but Know Her Heart "I am a silent man, my Marianne, and I do not express myself well, especially not at moments like these. Please, I beg you, tell me what I must do, for I cannot tear myself away from you while you are so distressed."Or, indeed, ever. God knows how I shall ever permit her to leave my arms. Keeping the Old Calendar "Do you know why it is called April Fool's day?" Darcy asked, twisting his wedding ring about his ring finger, not entirely without nervousness. Elizabeth gave him a searing glance and fixed her eyes back on her book, but he was quite sure she was not reading. He had thought his April Fool's Day joke rather amusing himself, but Mrs. Darcy had not precisely taken to it with aplomb. Now he must redeem himself. Of course, an apology might have worked better than a history lesson, but such revelations are often slow to occur to a man." Marriage Bed "Elizabeth. My dearest, lovliest Elizabeth." Opening her eyes a little she looked up at Mr. Darcy. "Fitzwilliam," she whispered. Mr Darcy's Homecoming Darcy threw himself into his favorite armchair and sighed. He was weary of the battle. These exchanges were all well and good on paper and across the dinner table, but he had other interests now. "I was only looking for you. I did not know where you had gone. I only wanted..." He trailed off. On the Consequences of Meddling Darcy rushes down the great stairs of Netherfield, finding he barely has time to straighten his coat or smooth out his shirt. He has simply tossed them on after a rather bewildered and rattled servant roused him out of bed, stuttering of "A great Lady, sir. A Mrs...Lady Catherine de Bour..." He only needed to hear that part of the announcement to move to action. People Will Talk Darcy sighed as he folded up her letter. He pondered the wisdom of returning to Pemberley before his wife bade him home. It was his home, his family, he should return when he wished. Yet he felt it was not unreasonable to indulge his wife's feelings a few weeks more. It surely would not be for much longer. He would stay in London until she asked for him to return. Why, he might even go to the theatre or the opera. Seasons of Happiness "What would you have me do, then?" he asked; and his eyes regarded her quizzically and compassionately. She did not answer his question, but asked one of her own. "Will you pray for a son, or a daughter, while you are at church?" A Second Season of Happiness "It is fortunate the picnic was not today," began Marianne. "But we are all so pleased to have dinner here tonight to look forward to." Colonel Brandon made no reply. Marianne hesitated. "Colonel Brandon, I am sorry to have missed you in the grove yesterday." "Are you?" Brandon closed his newspaper, stood, and walked to the window at the opposite end of the breakfast room. Swans and Salutations "You flatter me, Elizabeth," he murmurs, leaning down and nuzzling her ear, causing her to tilt her head to allow him better access. "You flatter me to point where I find that I am bewitched, as though by the Goddess Aphrodite herself." "Is not she one of the statues in the museum?" she replies, enjoying the feel of his fingers now dancing along her arm. Too Clever By Half Fitzwilliam. It was the first time she had called him that, and he was surprised how much the simple sound of his own name could thrill him as it fell from her lips. Her lips. That was what had been weighing on his mind. How does one build up to this? he wondered. He had no talent for misdirection. And yet, he could not simply come right out and ask her, could he? Twisted Trees Marianne was turning away to seek privacy elsewhere when she noticed the trees the man was chopping down. They were even more extraordinary than the embracing trees. One tree had coiled itself around the other like a snake. "What are you doing?" she cried. "You cannot destroy that; it is Nature's work of art!"
OtherThe Darkest Hour "I forgot - I'm so sorry, Gilbert, but I forgot that Joycie was ours, not just mine...my dear..." Drabbletar: The Fast Entrybender A collection of short entries. Particular favorites are chapters 1, 14, and 23. falls the shadow This was always what she was afraid of. In the years since John died and she started hunting, Mary's one true fear (excepting losing her boys to that thing) was this. "I never, ever wanted you two to follow me into this, Dean," she murmurs, brushing a hand over his hair. He needs another haircut too. "You don't belong in this life." The Ghost of Fort Meade & Four Other Stories The technology at Fort Meade loves Dr Diane Hughes. Doors open for her wherever she goes, and she never needs to use her security codes; the lab computers never go down when she's using them, and there's always a cup of coffee waiting for her on the machine when she comes in each morning. Interactions "You don't like raw fish?" "No." Jake thinks he might be sick. Law of Conservation "But I won't see you there." He clasped his hand over Charles's. "Will I see you when I get back?" Matrices "...and that, everyone, is how you solve matrices." Charlie underlined the answer with an unnecessary flourish, and turned back to face the class. "Any questions?" Nearly a hundred faces stared blankly back at him. No one moved. Midnight Stroll "Reliving our childhood, Charles?" Larry called up. Charlie looked up briefly before replying, "The view's great up here, Larry." Moonlit Table on the Terrace Clearly, she had attracted international acclaim; Linus toasted with the crowd. Night of the Living Dead "Small mercies. Apparently he set off the metal detectors so your people stuck him in the x-ray machine. At the point he went nuts and started thrashing around, your genius Sidle in there figured out he might just still be among the living." Omniscient Lemony almost wishes D wouldn't encourage the misconception, useful as it is. The Ring He wears the ring because he likes pretty things. He does. He's enough of a man to admit it and not really care what the others think. It's the same reason he likes partnering with Mel, or teaming up with Rebecca. He has to be careful with the latter woman, though; she's skinny and waiflike, and sometimes he has the uncontrollable urge to call her Becky. He doesn't want to know what would happen if he ever did that. Sense Memory He closes his eyes, and remembers waking next to her from his first uninterrupted night's sleep in weeks. He remembers how it felt to lie like spoons in a drawer, feeling her steady breathing as she slept, burying his face in her neck and pretending he never has to leave this room. Sitting in the chair and just watching her, as the sun rose and the morning light streamed through the window, burnishing her hair a deep copper in its rosy glow. He remembers that he may not know who he is, but in that moment, he knows he loves her. Knows he can't live without her. Knows he wants her more than he's ever wanted anyone or anything in his life. Status Quo "You do realise that what you've described would, in most civilised countries, be termed a date, right?" Kyle said, laying a hand on Jake's shoulder, his expression one of infinite patience and understanding as he instructed his protégé in the realities of life. Threads in the Pattern Summary: He learned a long time ago how to manipulate history without getting caught. Through an Adult's Eyes "Toby--" she tried to warn. "I wish that--" "Toby, don't!" Two Weeks Lou shuts her eyes. "I don't know, Diane. What can you do?" The only thing left. Diane turns and if she slams the door just a little on her way out, no one's going to call her on it. Walking Away Doctor Grace Holloway didn't make plans for New Year anymore.
Prison BreakAmulet He was just doing his job, but Sara didn't need a baby-sitter. She was proud she'd been able to get clean. The Break In Sucre: I thought this place was for men only. Dot: It is. That's why I'm here. (turning to the audience) I'm not as dumb as I play on TV. (winking) Coffee Break Michael gives her a knowing look as she slides into the seat opposite him. "You survived?" Five Times Michael Will Never Hold Sara's Hand He reaches for her hand, and she reaches back, and their fingers intertwine, and Michael feels the familiar jolt of comfort and attraction he still feels whenever he touches his wife. Friar's Lantern He nodded, watching her walk back toward the kitchen with his heart in his throat. It's okay, he told himself firmly. She's just in the other room. Keep to the Right for Sirens and Lights Summary: Being careful to follow the rules. Not How It Happens This is not how it happens, not after planning and sacrifice, not after far too many crimes and unprevented deaths. Past Conditional He would have told her, again, that he was sorry, and that he never meant for any of this to have happened. Scratch and Dent When all was said and done, it was astonishing, really, that they were only a little bit damaged. Those Three Little Words Sara was convinced that Michael said "I love you" more often than he said "hello" or "goodbye." She wasn't certain, however, because she didn't count the "hellos" and "goodbyes." Unaware That I'm Tearing You Asunder He has a gun, with a silencer. He could have shot her without anyone hearing, without anyone knowing. He could have shot her in the head, wrapped her up in a clear plastic tarp, stuffed her in the trunk when the sun went down and been done with it. He could have done that. Unspoken "I didn't leave you," she whispers, her eyes burning into his, her voice thick with tears. Various Ways Michael and Sara Never Kissed 1 The phone rings. The Year Before Two Decades It's The Man, Michael's mind screamed, The Man. And The Man is my father.
Stargate: SG-1/AtlantisMysteries Something has to be done. It's harder than it looks. This small, quiet life they're leading is like a dose of sleeping pills; it makes him slow and pliant and stupid.
Ugly BettyAbove Board Daniel was silent for a moment. She watched him fidget, curious. "This Henry guy," he finally expelled in a rush. "He's above board?" Because she hurt you Yet maybe something good could come out of all this. Maybe his father really had cared in his own way all this time. Maybe this would result in a bridge between him and his father, the building of a relationship he'd never really had before. Embarazada For the next week, he watches her every time she isn't looking and he wonders how long he'll be able to keep her before she leaves. He assumes six months, seven at the outside. The Evolution of Us And this is Daniel's chance; he could kill this infant thing between them now, right now--he could crush that tender possibility of Henry and Betty (that absence of Betty and him) before it ever really got a chance to start. He could do that. Daniel knows he could do that. It's Just Something He Knows Love at first sight takes one-tenth of a second. It took Henry one-tenth of a second to fall under Betty's spell. And, to Henry, it only seemed to take one-tenth of a second for him to lose her. Learning Curve She is unsure who to thank for this, to whom to direct this gratitude, so she tucks it away, carries it with her, as if in a side pocket. Takes it out and examines it once in a while, and is consistently overwhelmed at the enormity of it, even this, most pedestrian of romances. It may be ordinary love, but even that is an extraordinary thing. The Letter He had never wondered why, out of all of the people in his life, he had chosen her to be his one link to reality. It had, at the time, seemed like the most obvious thing to do. Men Cheat Oh, Henry. Gorgeous, smart, funny and he just seems to know exactly what to say to make her smile. She's not even angry anymore. She doesn't blame him for wanting the supermodel. She just wishes it didn't hurt when he comes by her desk. The Overnight Sensation Trevor simply held up his finger and turned his head slightly to catch the eye of a passing columnist. "Hey, Gwen, what do you want more than anything in the world?" Gwen paused in her trek across the office and put a hand to her chest. "I pray everyday for a Betty." Seize the Day Henry tapped the case against his hand. Several things warred at once within him, from the inappropriate delight over Betty's split with Walter to nervousness over her presence to the uncertainty of exactly why she stood before him. If she was here as a friend, it made sense to let her pass with the promise of seeing her at work. But if it was something else... The Truth Hurts Daniel stared broodingly at the bottle still clutched in his hand. "You're right. I know. It's just... I need time." He turned away from Betty and stared at the buildings passing by, not really seeing them. Untitled In that instant he also knows that Wilhelmina's theory is true.
The X-Files(GA) Breakfast You sit across the table from each other, just like before.
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