by The Lady Razorsharp
How small she looks, tucked away in her big sister's womb.
In Media Res
by Amanda Swiftgold
She hit the ground with a cry, her body breaking his fall only slightly, wreathing him in an explosion of blood and pain and confusion and the sudden agonizing knowledge, the clear proof that Dorothy had been human, before he relaxed across her sprawled, tiny broken form and the darkness came.
Roger grinned at Instro. "Is performing limited to professionals?" Instro shook his head 'no.' "Well, in that case," Roger continued, standing, "I'll give you a song." He stepped briskly up to the piano as the current player finished his number.
Although she had never seen any point in a funeral, Norman had insisted it was important. "You're perfectly right, Miss Dorothy. The deceased person doesn't care. Funerals are to comfort the living." It was clear that he wasn't going to yield, so she had dropped the subject.
by Victor Moore
One person, a man in a long black overcoat, stopped in front of an old building surprised his feet had dragged him here. He could hear a soft melody being played on a piano from the inside. Light touches on the notes filled the air, like smooth silk gliding upon ones fingers. It reminded him of her.
He hadn't wanted her in white, no; he had never been attracted to the color and it didn't suit her in the slightest. And besides, the bold scarlet hue of her dress, the color of wine, did so much to compliment the lovely brown tresses that stopped just under the delicate shell of each ear. She seemed to prefer it, too. Of course, it wasn't hard to get her to talk about her preferences lately.
Acts of Piracy
by Kathy Rose
Instead, his mind kept going back to those few moments on the freighter's bridge before the pirates had beamed away. The Human woman had been dressed in Klingon battle garb, albeit a down-sized version of it. She was a petite woman, attractive, black hair cascading over her shoulders to rest on the golden epaulets adorning the shoulders of her uniform. A gold sash had been draped around her hips. He found the whole idea of a Human woman in the voluptuous leather outfit worn by Klingon warrior females provocative.
She had gazed at him over the barrel of a disruptor, clearly intent on shooting him. What had made her hesitate?
More importantly, what was she doing with a band of rogue Klingons?
Alone Inside My Head
The solidity of the ship helped. Sometimes, walking down a gray corridor, she stopped and just touched the walls; the slight chill of the metal, hard and real, reminded her that she was safe.
April Fool's Day
by LadyDragon4 and Llyzbeth
Malcolm, walking to the armory with Travis, wasn't amused at all.
"It's a shocking lack of discipline is what it is."
"Oh yes, shocking," Travis said, trying to look serious and failing completely.
The Beginner's Guide to Blowing Things Up
by The Libran Iniquity
"...Happy birthday, Malcolm." Trip was positively beaming now. He reached into a pocket and withdrew a padd, which he pushed along the table. "This is from all of us."
"Us?" Malcolm asked, hesitantly picking up the padd. "Forgive me for sounding so suspicious so early in the morning, but who exactly is 'us'?"
Calling the Shots
by Kathy Rose
Summary: Hoshi and the guys have to impersonate gangsters to complete a mission.
Malcolm nodded and greeted her with a tight smile. "Hoshi," he said. "Where are you headed?"
"B Deck," she replied. He reached over and pushed the button that would take him to Sickbay. Her normally straight shoulders were slumped and there were dark rings under her eyes. We're all losing sleep, love, he thought compassionately.
by Sita Z
It is intriguing to see the crew so excited about something as illogical as a holiday... Lieutenant Reed is the only one who shows some restraint. I am not quite certain why my presence is required at tonight's celebration, but Commander Tucker can prove very convincing at times... Still, I do hope he realizes that I am not participating in any traditional rituals that involve mistletoe.
"N-nothing." Mayweather stammered back. Dear God. If Malcolm ever foundout that he had purposefully mutilated one of his precious phasepistols..."I just mean that you're still in sickbay. You're supposed to beresting. I didn't mean to get you upset."
He laughed softly. His smile died as she left the room. "I wish it were two less." He pulled a pouch out from under his shirt, reached into it and drew out the slug. "I really, really wish I could just let you go free, little one."
Summary: Sato faces a linguistic challenge when the Enterprise surveys an unusual planet.
Dreams Are Toys
Malcolm sank towards the bottom, slowly. He saw the play of the sunlight, glints of yellow and blue off the surface of the water, which was still rippling where he'd entered. He held his breath.
Malcolm hoped T'Pol understood why he had chosen to shoot her. Thehostage taker had had a firm grip on her, a gun to her head, and afinger on the trigger. He knew if he stunned her, she'd becomea "dead weight"and that the man would assume she was dead. StunningT'Pol had been the quickest, most efficient method of getting her outof harms way that he could think of, and best of all, it had worked.
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.
Trip slid down the wall, hands over his head, trying to protect himself.As he curled in on himself, he closed his eyes. "No," he whispered.
Hearts and Arrows
Summary: Aphrodite's tired of Cupid lounging around the house, and sends him back to work. First mission: bring a little loving to the crew of Enterprise.
Is That in the Job Description?
"Something's wrong, Hoshi." He slipped around her quickly, before she could enter her room, standing in the doorway and blocking her, not thinking through to the fact that this behavior might seem a tad peculiar. "You've barely spoken to me since this situation first came up; you can barely look at me now, it seems. What did I do?"
by Shi Shi
Summary: Blood ties.
Long Time Gone
"Cap'n," he said, "when we came out of the Expanse, back to Earth; didn't some of us have to go back more than the one time? You know, back where Daniels sent us?"
Lost in Translation
by Ellen M.
(Find through: fanfiction>mood vignettes.)
They had told her to expect the medical dangers, when she had first stepped foot on board Enterprise. She'd imagined them taking the form of deadly viruses, vicious bacteria. They had vaccinated her against a dozen different diseases, had taught her how to use to bioprotective suits, had explained biological warfare.
A Major Variation
by Kathy Rose
Post-ep for "Harbinger"
Hoshi was trying to get a good look at Malcolm's bruises. It wasn't easy, even though she was sitting directly across the table from him. No matter which way she leaned, he kept the more severely injured side of his face away from her.
The Man in the Iron Mask
"You used to call me Hoshi," she accused, softly.
"I still do. When it's appropriate," he replied, a hint of surprise in it, as if he couldn't understand why this change should bother her. She didn't know why it did bother her. Only . . . she had gotten used to his at least being cordial with her, if nothing else. She had thought he trusted them enough by now to know they would never abuse that trust.
Measure of Man
The words made no sense to Malcolm. Hoshi dead? And by his hands? Impossible.
by Tora Ziyal
Inner thoughts of Hoshi and Malcolm in the "Silent Enemy" meal conversation.
For once, being nobody in the Captain's eyes is going to have its rewards.
by PJ in NH
"You sly dog!" Trip toasted his friend with his coffee mug. "Doesn't sound like much gets past you."
"I wouldn't say that, but let's say not much gets past me," Malcolm admitted and lifted his mug to finish off the remaining now lukewarm coffee.
Of Cowboys and Communications Officers
"Oh, for Pete's sake Hoshi, it's just a closet!"
One Step Back, Two Steps Forward
by Zane Grey
Trip scowled. "So you saw his little blues and bathrobe ensemble too, huh?"
"Actually no, but his odor was difficult to miss. I am curious, Commander... how much of the wine did you actually manage to consume before spilling it over your person?"
He snorted. "Not nearly enough, believe me."
Summary: Reed and Sato begin with crossed wires and wind up amid the power couplings.
The Protector Series
by Shi Shi
As I shed your blood, I condemn myself to damnation. Without reservation, I accept my fate. With my body and my soul I will protect the ones I care for from harm, as is my duty. Forgive me brother, for taking your life.
The Shadow Riders
by Kaliedescope Cat
(Enterprise/Lord of the Rings)
Hoshi and Malcolm stared at each other, completely aghast, and then at the old man, while Aragorn's brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Tell me," said Gandalf solemnly, "how did you come here?"
He spoke in English.
The Square of Us
Trip. He was standing in the old Enterprise's mess hall, watching her closely, quietly.
He was so young. T'Pol greedily snatched moments of absolute silence to absorb the tiny details of him, a new memory she did not have before. She was attuned to the way his chest moved when he breathed, the way his eyelids flickered when he blinked, the way his body bespoke of youth, strength, vigorous life. All precisely the way she remembered... so long ago.
Sensing that her armory officer was preparing to flee, Hoshi scootedher body a little closer to his and quickly reached out, snagginghis elbow and pulling it towards her, making his back hit the groundwith a soft thump.
The Stars in Her Eyes
Even in the Expanse, the stars are beautiful.
"The captain wanted you aboard because of your gift. But he wouldn't have done so if he didn't have faith in you, if we didn't have faith in you," Malcolm said quietly. He pointed with his index finger, directly at her. "You. Hoshi Sato. Not your gift."
Triad: The "L" Series
Summary: Three different repercussions of "Shockwave II."
Trusting Your Senses
by PJ in NH
Summary: Hoshi searches Malcolm's cabin.
Under the Skin
Here on the wide main street of San Francisco, the variety of colours was staggering, compared with the uniformity of Andorian skin tones. He knew that he was staring, but given the looks he himself was attracting from passers-by, it was clearly culturally acceptable to gawp open-mouthed at complete strangers here on Earth.
When Sorahl had been young, the age of five, and had successfully completed his Kahs Wan, Koss and T'Pol had discussed potential choices for his future bondmate. Of the potential candidates, neither parent had found one they deemed suitable for their eldest and, together, had come to the decision to forego the tradition.
Summary: Hoshi, sans memory
While We Were Hunting Rabbits
by Meridian Siler
Winter in New York
Summary: Phlox's sense of snow.
30 Kisses Series
Rated K through T
Jayne/River. And very good. Sixteen so far.
"You can't sleep for all the men you've killed. One bite for each bullet. All red, like bloody, shiny apples." My voice comes out a whisper and I almost want to ask myself where it came from. Thought I was better. Thought Simon had found the key to that lock. Seems like ghosts are getting out of the keyhole.
As Wont to Do
He doesn't understand. He's gone over the calculations a hundred, a thousand times -- Earth, he says, was under attack, and she holds her tongue, because Earth-that-was has been dead and gone for a millennia and it wasn't forces from outside that destroyed it -- and they had a gate. Something that connected them to a thousand other places, a universal doorway, down the rabbit hole; and they were fighting for Earth.
Sometimes they would lay, foreheads pressed together, whispering their way into sleep, unraveling the mysteries of the verse below the whir of the fans.
Copper for a Kiss
River stands up slowly, ignoring the apple in his outstretched hand. He wants to say he is sorry, but everything is all backwards. How can you apologize for a crime that hasn't been confessed yet? The guilt crushes his insides though, so he tries to speak without words, using actions, loud and blaring.
"Zoe, I forbid it. In fact, that's a direct order." It took all his courage to keep from backing up - Zoe was looking fearsome close to hitting him.
"Excuse me, sir?" The honorific dropped from her mouth like a curse.
"How long have I been out?"
"About ten hours." Simon put the monitor on Mal's finger, closing it so gently he barely felt the pinch. "I had to operate."
When she was little, she loved the dirt.
He doesn't like daytime, this man with the hair like sunlight. It hurts him, like the awful men with blue hands hurt her. He stays away from the windows when it's daytime and they're on a planet, or in orbit close enough for the light to come through the glass. She understands--no one wants to hurt like that.
Good Days and Bad Days
by Lady Cleo
He doesn't like good days, but they're better then bad days.
The Little Things Series
Start with "Expert". Still in progress. Jayne/River.
Playing with Fire
"Surely looks like her."
"Does Jayne know that the girl's got his pride and joy in pieces?"
It wasn't the first meal afterwards that it happened. For the first few weeks it was too close in everyone's thoughts for even so simple an act to be forgotten. But three weeks later, without thinking, Kaylee lays places for the ones who aren't there. Zo·looks at the empty place by her chair, silently returns the spare plates to the cupboards, and sits back down. She waves away Kaylee's stuttered apologies without changing expression.
Slamming a button on the wall with the palm of the same hand was the work of an instant. The ship's alarms seemed to scream out the cry that was threatening to tear itself from his own throat.
"You wonder if I taste like apples now." Her words run right through me again and I tighten my hold on her wrist, squeezing a little more than I mean to. I can't help it though because she's touching me, studying my face like she's never seen me before. A moment later, she reaches down between us and takes my free hand, lifting it to her face and peering at the sticky, callused fingers.
by the charmed citlali
Summary: Post- "Objects in Space", River talks to some of the crew.
Those Left Behind
Mal shook his head and stepped back a pace. "We'll still be outnumbered, outgunned, and if we're right about what River is, then they might just be expecting us."
"If that were true, then the men who got River out would never have succeeded," Inara pointed out.
"Fine! Say we do succeed, what then 'Nara? How do you propose to hide twenty or thirty insane kids from the next Alliance patrol that stops us for inspection?"
by Girl in Midair
River can think of a thousand ways to die that Simon couldn't cure.
Three Simple Words
Summary: One of them had to have hope.
The Three Tittied Whore from Bangalore
Sighing mightily, Mal put away his gun and grumbled, "Why does the ?erse hate me so?" A baby slept in a wicker basket nestled between two of the crates. There was a note attached to the basket and Mal knew he sure didn't want to read it because, as he'd read in many books as a child, this situation always involved deep emotional entanglements and diapers. And he didn't do diapers, he was the Captain.
And, 'It's a very good program. The best,' he reminded her.
Tian Xiao, the Girl is Morbid
His throat tightened. Feng le girl, getting him all worked up over some gorram children's song.
Jayne stared at the small, pink critter warily, hand twitching towards his gun.
Kaylee rolled her eyes. "It's a pig, Jayne."
"Hey!" Jayne growled, not liking the way this conversation was going, "I ain't plannin' on touching that moon-brain!"
"And what if she plans on touching you?" Mal asked, quietly.
by Scattered Logic
He knew what he was expected to do, he had no doubt of that. Draco's obligation to his family--to his blood--had been clearly explained along with the brutal facts of what would happen to anyone considered an enemy. Lucius had then made it very clear that he wouldn't step in to save him if he made the wrong choice. So, when the time came, Draco was to follow the Dark Lord. End of subject.
"Perhaps you may," he said, "consider applying your excellent singular interrogative to your master, and see how he answers you. They say that genius is concerned with asking questions properly; I think humanity is in stopping to consider the answer."
Lament 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.
by The Treacle Tart
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.
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?
Making a Difference
by Scattered Logic
"Hello," he said. His voice came out in a dry rasp and he swallowed nervously. "I'm sorry I'm late, I know that visiting hours are almost over but I came as quickly as I could. I think that Professor Dumbledore will be angry that I left so suddenly but I wanted you to be the first to know that it's over. Voldemort's dead."
Meeting With a Cousin
by Green Eyed Lady
And for once in his life, Severus almost forgave Remus Lupin for the crime of existing.
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.
Remus sighed in defeat. "Severus, I wish you could be happy."
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."
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.
(Pride and Prejudice)
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:
The Art of Misconception
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
by DJ Clawson
(Pride and Prejudice)
"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
by Jaina Kenobi
(Pride and Prejudice)
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?"
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Pride and Prejudice)
"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.
(Pride and Prejudice)
Interludes between Darcy and Elizabeth.
by Jaina Kenobi
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Sense and Sensibility)
"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
(Pride and Prejudice)
"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."
(Pride and Prejudice)
"Elizabeth. My dearest, lovliest Elizabeth."
Opening her eyes a little she looked up at Mr. Darcy.
"Fitzwilliam," she whispered.
The Measure of Happiness
(Sense and Sensibility)
...And yet Sir John's question continues to haunt me. It remains insistent in my mind, a phantom in the back of my thoughts.
---Are you happy, Christopher?---
And the truth is...I am uncertain as to how I should have answered.
Mr Darcy's Homecoming
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Pride and Prejudice)
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
(Sense and Sensibility)
"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
(Sense and Sensibility)
"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
(Pride and Prejudice)
"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
(Pride and Prejudice)
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?
To Punish His Conduct
(Sense and Sensibility)
Colonel Brandon heard his friend crunching rapidly through the dead leaves on the path behind him, narrowing the gap between them, then drew himself up sharply and slumped against the nearest tree. His voice was hoarse. "What have I done? My God, what have I done?"
(Sense and Sensibility)
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!"
I, my dearest, am the lie that coveted the truth. Desired the truth, and tried to deceive it. But it cannot be. You have discovered me, and I cannot live within you...
The Darkest Gate
As she watched, Sarah suddenly saw a tiny figure within the darkness. It was running, racing frantically towards them, hands held out in desperate supplication. The wild blackness whirled around it, and its cries cut at her heart. Sarah's reaction was pure reflex. "Hold on!" she yelled, and took a flying leap towards the rift.
In From the Cold
Abruptly, Sarah let out a gasp. There was a face outside her window, looking in at her. Even as she instinctively recoiled, she laughed nervously, recognizing it.
It was the white owl.
Time and Again
by Scattered Logic
Jareth thoughtfully tapped his lips with a gloved finger. But there was one way...
His eyes locked on the boy.
"I am not certain you realize what you ask, Toby. If you wish Sarah away to the goblins, then she goes away with me. She cannot remain here."
A Better Place
He arrived near closing time, walking into the dim and painful light as if he did not notice the transition from street to shadow. He did not fit in with the others, the regulars that were always present in the early morning, but maybe it did not matter. He was too young, too young to be here and to look so old.
Summary: Jimmy and Yves say goodbye after the events of 'Jump The Shark.'
I can feel his hands on the sides of my face. And he's kissing me now, and it's awkward and inappropriate, but I never really cared what was appropriate.
Late Night Bond-ing
by Kimmy the Geek
It was so easy to dismiss him as a fool in the beginning - an annoying roadblock on her path to the next big deal. But there was something about him - a kindness that she rarely came across in her line of work. No hidden agendas, code names, or double-crossing. He was an open book when it came to his emotions . . . and, quite frankly, it scared her.
Strength to Endure
by Amy Jonas
A disturbance at the bar distracted him from his thoughts. People gatheredaround the ancient television talking in rapid French. He would have ignored it,passing it off as another cultural thing he didn't understand but there wassomething in their tone that made him tuck Yves' picture in his pocket andabandon his post.
Summary: "She watches the world through barred windows and thinks of raising little Jimmys and teaching them a better way. It seems so...inadequate. So miserable a contribution to a fight she can no longer bear to lead."
Rated All Ages
(Doctor Who 2005)
He runs into a previous regeneration of himself. He runs into a future regeneration of himself. Both of them make fun of his clothing. Both of them should talk.
She looked through him, tears brimming in her eyes. There was nothing Jarod hated more than seeing Parker in pain. He reached for her.
by Carmen Sandiego
(Doctor Who 2005)
??e always had you,·he said, quietly enough that he seemed to be talking only to himself. ?r Charley or Tegan or Sarah. They called you memento mori - reminders of death - but you?e still here, and I don? need reminders anymore.·He sat up in the chair, his eyes fixed on hers, and she couldn? look away. ? don? need reminders when I wake up every day and think, I? the last.·
(Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century)
A soft scratching noise woke up Beth Lestrade. It sounded familiar but she couldn't place it. She opened her eyes and looked up. Holmes was standing at the entrance of her balcony, drawing something with one of those omnicolor styluses that artists loved. He glanced down at something on the concrete by her feet before returning to his sketch. She followed his gaze. It was her feet he'd been looking at. Her bare feet. Which were just as bare as the rest of her. Oh, zed.
At the Exact Moment
by Kansas J. Miller
(The West Wing)
"You froze when the shots were fired," Will commented, instantly reliving the panic he'd experienced - CJ hadn't moved; she was stunned in place, and a terrifying fear had rocked Will as he watched Toby pull her to the ground. It was all he could do to cover her head.
Cat's in the Cradle
"Does a father need a reason to call his son?"
Change is the Only Constant
by Mara Greengrass
(Batman/ House M.D.)
"Hi, Tim." Dick slid into a chair across from him, a small wince showing that he, too, had aged. His hair was only lightly streaked with silver and his face had somehow remained almost as boyish.
"I'm not Tim anymore."
Dick crossed his arms. "Well, if you act like a sullen teenager, I'm going to treat you like one."
by Blade Mistress
"Jarod," Lyle greeted and this new Jarod rose gracefully and embraced him like a brother.
The Darkest Hour
by a thousand winds
(The Anne Series by L.M. Montgomery)
"I forgot - I'm so sorry, Gilbert, but I forgot that Joycie was ours, not just mine...my dear..."
by winter baby
(The Hire, BMW Films)
You spend the night in your car, watching her door and no one comes in or out. The next day, she leaves in the early mist of a barely risen sun, when the world is still colored blue. She has let her hair dry curly - maybe to change how she looks - but it doesn't fool you. You can tell it's her just by the way she walks, the way she carries herself.
And there's also the way she drives.
Drabbletar: The Fast Entrybender
by Vicki So
(Avatar: The Last Airbender)
A collection of short entries. Particular favorites are chapters 1, 14, and 23.
by Blade Mistress
...Debbie had been very exact in explaining what Miss Parker was allowed to do. Being nice was one of the major topics.
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."
Five Hours Explained
She wrapped her fingers around the drink and tried to grasp how things had so quickly gone awry. Was it really just this morning she'd sauntered into the office in a mood of wicked glee, knowing she had the upper hand on Niles? Last night he'd proposed again, and she had the foresight to secretly capture the moment on her tape recorder. Oh, could life get any better? How she could torment and tease him. The servant would be at her mercy, and as much of Manhattan knew, C.C. Babcock was rarely merciful.
(Star Trek: TOS)
She decided he was not going to help her up and pushed herself to her feet saying, "No, really, don't worry about me," when she realized that she recognized the man's voice. "It can't be," she said, pushing her hood out of her eyes and locking eyes with her worst nightmare, formerly the man of her dreams. "Spock?"
"Doctor Chapel?" His voice almost squeaked. Apparently she was his worst nightmare too. Well, that wasn't anything new.
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.
Girl Talk Guy Talk
?he? cold, you?e cold-not that you?e admitting that part, you?e far too macho-and so you put your arm around her,·Felix recapped while rapidly hitting the attack button on Zombie Mayhem. ?m I getting this right?·
"You don't like raw fish?"
"No." Jake thinks he might be sick.
Law of Conservation
by Lucia Zephyr
"But I won't see you there." He clasped his hand over Charles's. "Will I see you when I get back?"
Light the Embers
O'Connell had the same sensation of falling that seemed to take hold whenever she looked at him, into him, the way she was doing now. At moments like this, it was like she could read his mind. It terrified him. What was she doing to him? He was going to go bughouse if this went on much longer.
"...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.
by Lucia Zephyr
"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
by Lumina PM
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."
(A Series of Unfortunate Events)
Lemony almost wishes D wouldn't encourage the misconception, useful as it is.
Once Upon a Narcissus
by C. "Sparky" Read
It all started out as a joke (or at least everyone had thought so): Poseidon promising Hades his first-born daughter in return for a few extra poker chips. All the gods present had shared a good laugh at Hades' expense as they tried to imagine the King of the Underworld ever marrying, and after a few antes they had forgotten the whole thing.
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.
Rose Coloured Glasses
by Blade Mistress
Let's play pretend, Jarod, because that's all we've ever done.
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.
"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 protégEin 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--"
To Drive the Cold Winter Away
by Tara LJC O'Shea and Missy Wilson
Owen Burnett did not like parties.
A Touch of Pavor Sceleris
At ten years of age, Niles was, by turns, oblique or self-deprecating-- terms he'd learned from Reader's Digest's "Enrich Your Word Power". He would read every issue, cover to cover, and then he would paste the articles he liked in his scrapbook and use the rest of the pages as wings for balsa-wood airplanes.
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.
Leaning against the doorjamb, Kim sighed. Now he was probably shoving a couple of handfuls of chips in his mouth, and - Kim checked her watch - catching the last few minutes of his favourite wrestling program. Typical Ron. It was almost scary how she could predict his movements as if she were psychic. Almost, but not quite - it was just part of being best friends.
I don't think any of us really understood how much he is the centerof her life. Until she got that look.
I can't handle that look anymore.
I don't know what she needs, but someone has to be able to help her.
"Thanks for not going away."
by Carmen Sandiego
Rated All Ages
Doctor Grace Holloway didn't make plans for New Year anymore.
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
by serenfics (azuremonkey)
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)
Broken (sequel to "Drowned")
Sara contemplates leaving as she stands in the middle of the room, sloppily dressed, bag in her hand. She stares at the gap in the curtains, can tell the light filtering in is the artificial yellow of a street lamp, not the natural white of the moon. She refuses to look at Michael again. He may sway her decision.
by Bella Lumina
Michael gives her a knowing look as she slides into the seat opposite him. "You survived?"
Summary: After that, the world is a blur of Jane Austen movies, red wine, and ignoring the phone.
The Difference Between Sighs and Screams
And it's why he can't help but relish the way her hair trails across his arm because it's so soft and faint and accidental. And since he's been in prison everything has been hard and rough and purposefully inflicted. It's why he recalls this sensation at night when screams rage off cold metal bars and whimpers haunt the air.
His eyes are on her, she can feel it, but she doesn't look back. She's afraid to get lost.
Maybe be happy.
This wasn't normal first date conversation. (First date - was that what this was?) To be truthful, she hadn't had a lot of experince with sitting in a bar on a Friday night with an ex-escaped felony to know what was normal.
First Times and Last Times
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.
Michael wants to murder him, stab him, shoot him, slit his throat with a shiv.
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.
Her father still doesn't believe, but that's fine with her. She doesn't need him to.
Hopeless Time to Roam
He's going to close his eyes and go to sleep. That's how he's going to die. So he doesn't sleep anymore because it feels like some morbid kind of dress rehearsal. He already knows that he is going to die; he doesn't want to know what it feels like too.
In Between the Plan
It was hard to believe, after all this time, that it had been easier to communicate with his brother when all they had were visiting hours.
Keep to the Right for Sirens and Lights
Summary: Being careful to follow the rules.
Not How It Happens
by Halfshell Venus
This is not how it happens, not after planning and sacrifice, not after far too many crimes and unprevented deaths.
Of Plans and Wishes
The first time he actually physically met her, shook her hand and saw her face, he flirted shamelessly with her in a way that was not all genuine and every bit practiced, studied.
He would have told her, again, that he was sorry, and that he never meant for any of this to have happened.
Lincoln more or less knew what people thought of him.
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."
A Thousand Cranes
And then, one day three weeks before his scheduled release, as he sat in the infirmary, trying to keep the blood from dripping into his eye, he realized that things were different.
They were worse.
Summary: I'm not like them is the only justification Michael has...
Unaware That I'm Tearing You Asunder
by Aspen Snow
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.
"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.
"Doc," he says, and his voice is cold like it has been since she asked him about the mold project. Sara has never so ardently wished that she were better at ignoring things.
Who He Was
Sometimes he wondered why no-one was really taking care of him that way, a seven-year-old boy who needed time and answers too. But at least Michael had him.
The Year Before Two Decades
It's The Man, Michael's mind screamed, The Man. And The Man is my father.
Post "The Victorian Candidate"
The Tale of the Very Large Bathtub
"I need two things, Jules. And I need them by dinnertime, and I need them hidden absolutely from Phileas. I need half-a-dozen decoys. You know, mallard ducks, McIver has them in stores, but I need some sort of a wind-up mechanism so that they will paddle of their own accord. And I need bubbles. Lots of bubbles. It is going to be brilliant, Jules, trust me on this, let's go."
It would take a braver than average Frenchman to stand in the way of Rebecca Fogg on a mission.
awestruck denial faint
He doesn't get distracted from the work at hand. It is difficult to not let his thoughts drift over the line from How To Stop The Ori to What She Did To Stop The Ori. He is very good at doing difficult things.
Beneath the Briars (sequel to "The Briar Patch")
His eyes were dry. His heart throbbed at the base of his throat. This feeling was neither fear nor sickness but some cruel miscegenation of both. All he could hope for was the strength to speak and be heard as he pushed back from the wall, straightened his shoulders, and stepped forward.
Breaking the Code
by Little Red
"What're you doing?"
It took him a moment to realize what she meant, but then noticed he was still drawing invisible patterns on her exposed back as she lay next to him on the sheet on the floor. He watched his hand for a moment, as though it was apart from him and had a mind and will of its own, as it traced lines like those of the glyphs he'd been studying all night between the smattering of light freckles across her upper back.
The Briar Patch
Jack stood up, agitated. "Then why don't we tell him the truth? Why don't you show him all those complaints you've received over the years?" Hammond started guiltily, and Jack nodded. "I know you've got a pile of them, sir. Complaints from people like Doctor Fraiser. From Major Davis. Hell, from anyone he's rubbed shoulders with over the last three years. I know you've sat on them because of the fact he's in SG1 and he's done some good work out there. But General, he hasn't done anything that someone else couldn't have done."
by Kerr Avon
?h, fellows?·Zelenka interrupted, staring at the previously-forgotten device in concern. ?s this supposed to be flashing?·He pointed at a small light blinking in the hidden recess.
Rodney bent down, brows wrinkled in concern. ? must have triggered something when I jerked· His eyes widened as he spotted a changing display. ?h, this isn? good.·His mind reached an unwelcome conclusion. ?et back, get down!·he cried as he dived beneath a nearby table.
?o!' he stated vehemently standing up and starting to pace again, ?ever. I would never do anything to hurt you. I mean, I did hurt you. But not intentionally. So no, never intentionally. And I'll try my best to not do so unintentionally, either.' He paused, turning to face her. ?nd did I mention I was sorry?'
by Alli Snow
The first week after the Colonel's death, Sam handled herself with more grace and equanimity than she would have thought possible. Of course, it helped that she was able to keep busy. There were funeral arrangements to take care of - which meant dealing with the mortuary - and his will to be sorted out - which meant lawyers - and the wake, which was at her house because Daniel was still living on the base. There were a million things to juggle, things that would normally have been carried out by his next of kin, but he had no close relatives and only an ex-wife whom he hadn't seen in several months. This left matters up to friends: a quasi-amnesiac, an alien, and Sam.
She needed no proof of Daniel's devotion. And she sniffed at the idea, beating their bed mat so vigorously the dust made Daniel double over with sneezing.
"How old are you exactly, O'akah?" Daniel asked, coming to sit beside her on the ground.
She gave him a sidelong look from beneath her golden lashes. "Well, now I don't exactly know, but when I fell asleep, I was around..." She chewed on her bottom lip and her eyes grew distant. "Twenty years." She smiled at him brightly
I finally found them hiding out in Jack's office--Jack in his chair but facing the back wall, and Sam on the office lounge, head in her hands. They looked so dejected that for a moment, as I closed the door behind me, I had to swallow a laugh.
"Well you two certainly don't look like the people who were apparently having wild monkey sex with the President in the Senator's car." I murmur conversationally, mentioning the now even wilder rumour circulating. Jack swivels in his chair to glare at me and Sam raises her head to do the same. "Or maybe you do..." I hypothesise.
Still, with SG-1's luck, it shouldn't have surprised her when the peaceful mood shattered. Sam turned from checking the DHD to watch in horror as the stargate slowly shimmered out of existence.
"Sir!" she called out, jumping back as the DHD was caught in the same nearly translucent beam and disappeared as well.
Continuing his run of uncharacteristic punctuality, Daniel arrived at the SGC a full hour before he was officially on duty, determined to find Janet and demand an explanation for what had happened the night before. The minute he'd paid the bill at the restaurant he'd jumped in his car and sped to her house, only to find it all in darkness and no matter how much he'd knocked on the door and rang the bell neither Janet or Cassie answered. Feeling sicker by the minute, he'd sat outside her house in his car until the sun had come up and only then realised that Janet's car was missing from the drive way. Swearing foully, and in a manner most unlike the SGC's favourite archaeologist, Daniel had driven to his house and jumped into the shower and then lay on his bed staring at the ceiling until his bedside clock had read 0700 and he could reasonably head out the door to Cheyenne Mountain.
by A. j.
It always ended up like this. Always.
Invariably, during a slow week, Dr. Weir got it in her head that they hadn't done enough 'exploration of the city' and that 'to know our home base is to better protect ourselves in the future' and made up an exploration rota.
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.
by Dr. Dredd
Summary: Rodney. Babysitting. ?uff said.
?omorrow is the other reason I came.·His voice was deadly quiet. She felt a chill run down her spine. ? want you to stay on Chulak.·
Daniel (18) peered inside his (?) cupboard. "He got the cookies."
"Well, that's the Jack I know."
The Widowing Field
Not that Jack *liked* talking all that feelings crap. Far from it. He much preferred the "bury it and pretend it never happened" method when dealing with post-traumatic stress. But words were Daniel's lifeblood, the way he processed the world around him. If he didn't talk about what happened on the planet, those emotions would fester, spreading like poison, and they'd lose him. Jack feared Daniel was halfway gone already.
It didn? matter that he had other doctors on his staff. It didn? matter that they were a hell of lot more qualified to be treating trauma patients. It didn? matter that prior to coming to the Pegasus galaxy he? spent more quality time with a microscope than a patient? bedside.
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
by The Depths of Unreality
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.
A Better Man
Maybe a nuclear family is just too boring for the world now.
"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.
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.
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
by The Rebellious Observer
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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."
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.
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."
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...
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 Edid 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?
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.
In that instant he also knows that Wilhelmina's theory is true.
155 Words: Lastochka
Summary: He thinks it would have been a girl, dark-haired...
Town seemed to come from nowhere. One minute they were speeding toward it, the next they were in the middle of the two streets that represented Roswell, New Mexico, 1947. The police station's neon sign blinked brightly in the desert air, Roswell's own little touch of Vegas. They pulled up in front of the building and sat for second, listening to the engine die. Scully waited for the stupefying ache in her stomach to subside, but found it simply twisted tighter every time she thought about it.
(GA) 24 Hours a Day
Summary: A third party listens in on a cleansing of souls.
The man paused. "This is a big step, Scully. Are we ready to take it?"
"I don't know," she confessed. "Will we be able to maintain our professional relationship? Will we be able to take each other seriously as intellectuals?"
(GA) Abstract Insight
"It's too beautiful a night to sleep," he sighs softly. "Don't you think?"
Under the water, his foot seeks out mine, our legs tangling at the ankle. For a moment, I'm afraid that we might tumble in, but Mulder eases up, his long toes moving gently against my calf.
(GA) Aisle 10
by Amanda Barnes
I close my eyes and remind myself that working here allows me to go to school so that someday I won't have to-well, I won't have to work here. It is still with a sigh of regret that I close my drawer and flip on my light.
Welcome to aisle 10 at the local Big K.
(GA) All I'm Asking For
by Crysta Novelli
What will it take to make you trust me, Agent Scully? What did it take to make Mulder trust you?
Any Other Name
by Louise Marin
Summary: Scully must transform one Mulder into another while struggling to understand loss, love, commitment, herself, and those around her. Through his metamorphosis, and her own, she discovers that different dreamers live different dreams. Will they ever be the same again?
Snapshot of Scully's imaginary Falls-at-Arcardia-without-the-garbage-monster family:
Proud-yet motherly-Scully balances dazzling career at FBI with raising child skillfully and tenderly. Adorable, well-behaved and colic-free William balances dazzling intellect (inherited from the unique meeting of his parents gametes) with a childish sense of wonder to the delight of family, friends and strangers alike. Loving and emphatically present Mulder balances newly fulfilling career as daddy with the overwhelming desire to worship the source of his new-found happiness-i.e. Better Homes and Gardens-like family-his intrepid partner of nine years.
The Ariadne Thread
"Be careful, lest in banishing your demons, you banish the best thing within you." -Nietzsche
(GA) Asking the Unasked
by Mikey G. W.
Scully opened his palm delicately and looked at the grayish rock in his hand. She took it and held it up to the setting sun, it resmebled a misshapen oval. Then looked back at his giddy face. She had no idea what it was.
"It looks like an alien's head." Mulder said in the tone of a ten year old boy.
by Dawn M. Pares
"I'm here..." He ran a hand through his most recent bad haircut and sighed. "I'm not sure why I'm here. "Look-- Scully--" Mulder slumped on her couch, his hands hanging between his knees. He looked up at her appealingly.
"Scully, we'd be a lousy married couple."
by J.S. Michel
"You know, your dad saved my life more'n a few times. I gotta lotta respect for him." Will stared at the TV, unmoved. "Why're you so mad at him, Will?"
"He drives me crazy."
"Everybody's parents drive 'em crazy."
(GA) Blue Highway
by Jori Remington
"M-Mulder?" she asks, putting her hand up to mine. And for the millionth time in my life, my heart breaks because of some pain my child is feeling. Just with touching my hand, her dreams end and her face pinches up into something so sad I have to look away.
"No, sweetie. It's Mom," I say and her eyes flicker open briefly, struggling to focus on me.
by Lara Means
You sit across the table from each other, just like before.
(GA) Cape Cod Poem from Mulder
by Dan Mcafee
In his room, saw that Dana had left the bathroom door wide open. He could feel her trust wash over him like that cool breeze in the bath. He could see her hands, now and then, raise above the shower curtain, he could see the window curtains, soft blue, moving in the breeze, and his imagination could see the rest...
(GA) Close Enough
by Kelly E. Youse
Now he felt embarassed. Somehow, talking about it was worse than when he'd actually done it, and he found himself wishing for Superman powers so he could either break through the elevator doors or fly straight up the elevator shaft to Krypton and never come back. Or maybe Skinner would come and escort him out of the FBI once and for all. "I'm sorry."
Conversation on a Wet Night
"...Can I ask a question?"
"Sure." He was back in control, keeping an eye on the sky and purposefully not dwelling on the dreams she had conjured in his mind.
"Why did you decide to get a waterbed?"
by Megan Reilly
"No!" she screamed again as hands pushed her from behind and she went down on her hands and knees, unable to get back up. "I am Dana Scully, Special Agent, I am Dana Scully, Special Agent, the year is 1996," she chanted to herself, not able to feel her lips move as she felt herself drifting out of her body. "It's 1996, it's 1996, I am going to wake up now."
by Suzanne Schramm
"So what are the dividends, Scully, if you've been investing for this long?"
"Sure. What do you get out of this partnership besides professional accolades and our daily dose of praise from Kersh?"
She has been doing this more, lately. Within her, confetti-sized bits of Mulder lie about softly, waiting to cross paths with her thoughts like lazy old West tumbleweeds. Strange - she never supposed prolonged exposure to one person caused osmotic tendencies.
Here is her question; does Mulder do this too?
by Barbara D.
In a sudden flash, two thoughts crystallized simultaneously. She had flung the keys on the kitchen counter last night, after dragging through the door and heading straight for the tea pot to brew some Scully Prozac.
And there was one more object on the desk -- one she didn't want Mulder to see.
(GA) Dream by Day
But even as I scribbled I heard her husky alto in my head, questioning, playing devil's advocate as only she could: "How much information did you have about the Queen Anne before you even went to Bermuda, Mulder? I'll bet you were still doing research on the flight down, and with your memory you used those pieces to confabulate this incredibly detailed dream..."
"Making yourself comfortable?"
Kim smiled, and sat down in a corner, wiggling her stocking-clad toes as she spread her legs out in front of her. "Might as well. It could be a while. And my feet are killing me today. Take a seat."
So he joined her on the floor at the opposite corner, bending his knees up, and resting his forearms across them so his hands dangled. This topic was as good as any, he mused. "Well the shoes are very nice, but why wear ones that don't fit?"
The First Truth
Today is the day I am going to find out what my dad does for a living, no matter what the consequences.
(GA) Flight #1539, Inbound from Denver, Will Be Delayed
Scully collapsed back on the barstool, finally, and buried her face in her hands. She could hear Paul laughing, that smug, superior laugh, and she bit her lip and tried to breathe slow, even breaths - tried to resist the urge to slug him.
(GA) The Galaxy Box
And she waited, watching the door. It was night-time, and there was no bustling in the corridor. Her room was in dimness, but the staff had forgotten to pull the curtain closed, so she could still see out the window.
/Where are you, Mulder?.../
Hands on the Wheel
by David Hearne
It is a little-known fact about the universe that all of itsinhabitants are entitled to one completely, unambiguously happy day.
This is a story of such a day.
Hide and Seek
He snapped his head up. She was in her raincoat, one hand on the doorknob, the other on her briefcase handle, her mouth partly open and wrestling with a word.
Somewhere in Mulder's mind, an alarm bell went off.
If I Ever Snowed
by Kirby Crow
I'd tell her if I had the words. If there were a way to phrase it so that she wouldn't recoil in stunned dismay. Pulling away from me with that familiar satisfied expression on her face as she boldly scans my body for bruises, my eyes for drugs, and my speech patterns for signs of dementia. Frohike knows how to talk to women. Maybe I should ask him. Yo, FrogMan, how do I tell Dana there's a chamber loaded for me if she buys it first?
(GA) If I Had a Photograph of You
by Paul Wartenberg
"I don't get it," Mulder finally snarled, exasperated. "With Schnauz dead, there should be no influence on the camera or the film. Not only that, but each time you re-develop a piece of that film a new image appears. That has never happened before..."
"You know what I mean," Mulder hissed, leaning closer. He smelled like soap. She wondered if he tasted like it too. "More than half time you act like I'm a burden on you, like the X-Files are just wasting your time. We just got them back, and this morning you were whining about how stupid this case is, how much you'd rather be at home, or out shopping, or doing a million things other than this. We worked so hard to get them back, and you. Don't. Even. Care."
by Brandon D. Ray
"Are you ever tempted to jump?"
He turned and looked at her, surprised at the sudden apparent change in topic. She had turned away from the water, and now was looking up at him intently, searching his face, looking for...something.
"Jump?" he asked. "Jump where?"
(GA) Just a Nosey Small Town Cop
by Mike Hager
That's when I saw it. He escorted her out the door of the office.
That's the only way to say it. A courtly pause to let her step just ahead of him, and a hand on her back to guide her out. She never batted an eye. It was as natural looking as anything else they did, commonplace and expected. I wondered how long they had been a couple.
(GA) Just Another Night
He looked reluctant at the though of leaving. "I bet you think I'm one of your Saturday night nutcases, don't you?"
"What do you mean?" Her voice was a contrived picture of innocence.
"Oh, you know, the drunks that shoot their poker partners, high schoolers that can't drive yet but steal cars, that sort of thing . . ."
She gave up. "Oh, you mean the Saturday Night Specials."
(GA) Knowing Eternity
by Innie Darling
These were the things Scully thought about in the back of her mind as she cleaned her apartment, as she sat through a stakeout, as she lived alone. It surprised her that every man she'd been with had given her a poem, that they all thought or felt that that was what she wanted, or needed, or that was what would make her let them in.
by T.L. Carter
Don't bite. Don't bite...
"Ok Mulder, how so? How can someone's denial state their guilt without proof?"
Mulder, who was following close behind me, laid a hand on my freshly uncovered shoulder turning me around.
"Take you for instance."
Uh. Oh. Nope. Take somebody else Mulder.
Monica lit luminarias for Christmas, despite John's protests thatshe was wasting valuable supplies and drawing too muchattention to themselves.
by Abby Sanders
Summary: Trapped in the dismal monotony of office life, Mulder finds something to cling to.
'Does it make you happy, Scully? Monotony. You keep talking about Normalcy as if it's some prize we're supposed to work at to attain. Is it really what you want? Picket-fence suburbia, 2.5 kids, 9 to 5 work days with PTA meetings in the evenings and the latest Disney flick each Saturday? Is that really what you're reaching for?'
"Mulder, no. Maybe in the future, but not now."
No Greater Love
by Karen Rasch
(GA) Poems from Mulder
by Dan Mcafee
She fed the fish and left his apartment, the slender fingers of her hand curling away from the doorknob as she left.
(GA) Poems from Mulder II
by Dan Mcafee
This was not an X-file, and Mulder was not involved. Scully was only consulting on the case as pathologist... but she wished he were here. Talking with Mulder would at least take her mind off the case... and sharing a nightcap with him would chase away the shivers.
(GA) A Poem of Scully's
by Dan Mcafee
She wished she could call Mulder and tell him... tell him what? That she was losing herself? That she wasn't sure of who she was anymore? That she found herself thinking about how the world would look if she hadn't survived her brushes with death? That sometimes a thin slice from her razor across her forearm and the sight of her own blood made her feel more alive than anything? Nothing dangerous, nothing deadly... just a scratch, a kiss of the blade along her arm.
by Jada Rene
"What if this soda pop can wasn't just a soda pop can," he put one finger against the pop tab and pressed down. "What if it was, oh, say, a bomb. And suddenly, here we were, sitting here eating lunch and I pop the tab and kaboom. What then?"
"Having an attack of mortality?" she queried, calmly taking a sip of her beverage.
"More like an attack of morality," he stated.
by Kate Farley
Scully emailed me the address to get that screensaver. She said she stumbled across it one day and it reminded her of me. I've had it as my screensaver for four and a half years.
Here's some free advice: never piss off a psychic. They're holding too many sticks of your personal dynamite. Don't give them cause to light one...
"Stay out of the kitchen just another minute or two, would you, Scully? Come on, humor me and don't ruin the surprise," he said with a questioning grin.
Still dumbstruck, she nodded distractedly and sat on the nearest piece of furniture-- which, luckily, happened to be her couch. Mulder slid back into the kitchen and she sat back with a shrug. Okay.
A Rose In The Deeps
by K.B. Yeats (Kelley Walters and Brighid)
Mulder had expected many responses when he'd knelt in front of her.
This was not one of them.
As her lips met his, he shut his eyes reflexively. This was his partner, and something was obviously, terribly wrong with her. What would draw her out of the house at dawn, clad only in her nightgown, and cause her to sob and call out a stranger's name?
(GA) A Simple Gift
by J. Patterson
It was all Scully's fault. Mulder told himself that as he hunched along the hospital hallway, trying to turn the twisting sensation in his gut into something other than nausea. She had started this--innocently enough--last December. Last Christmas. When she had handed him a wrapped present with an embarrassed shrug.
Sixty Degrees of Separation
by Barbara D.
He drifted, waiting for the pain to subside so he could start to plan a way out of this latest mess. Eventually, the soft drone from the television resolved itself into a voice. David Niven? Cary Grant? Neither, he thought.
"What'll it be guv?"
He glanced over at the source of the voice. "Whiskey," he said. "Neat."
It's about wishes written on windowpanes.
Sympathy for the Devil
A Short Story Fanfic based on the X-Files
by Henry Wyckoff
"Here's the bottom line, Gabriel" said the New Jersey man, "I just can't do this job anymore. I *know* it's important, so don't tell me how necessary it is -- I just can't take it anymore. I can't walk down the street and get nothing but spit in my face."
Table For Two
Golden light sparkling over our heads. The quiet murmur of many voices fading in and out in a soft cacophany. The clink of crystal and the chink of sliverware on china. Soft piano music floats above it all in a hazy cloud. Bach.
He sits across from me. Amusement hovering around his mouth and eyes.
(GA) That Morning & That Night
by C.B. Chaffin
A bare leg in his bed...hmmm.
Why was there a bare leg in his bed?
(GA) This is A Call
"Okay, then, what are we going to do about it?"
"About?" Mulder asked, puzzled.
"About the final scene. How are we going to change it?" Scully pressed.
(GA) To Fall
He had thought Kristin would provide him with a distraction, maybe ease the pain a little. Fill the bleeding ache in his heart. The corners of the cross dug sharply into his skin.
"Scully," he whispered, the pain moving from his chest to his throat, choking him, blocking his air.
(GA) Waiting for My Partner
by Char Chaffin
Summary: Airport waiting can be so boring - for anyone but our favorite FBIheroes...
by Kelly Moreland
'Not in the widely understood definition of that term...'
But then, there is nothing understood, or normal, about me, is there?
Your Platonic Relationship: An Owner's Manual
by Lilla Vaughan
Make yourself a promise. Tattoo it on your brain.
Say: "I will not ravish my best friend."
Swear it in the mirror with your right hand up.
Zombies in a Newer Age
by David Stoddard-Hunt
What kinds of things come back from the dead?
39 Minutes of Calltime Remaining
He almost drove right past the payphone; a pitiful faded metal creature bent at a strange angle above the ground and half buried in the snow.
Ignoring the Obvious
by Scattered Logic
Who would have thought that a song entitled Bring Me the Disco King would be the thing to destroy three years of carefully orchestrated ignorance?
She floated gracefully on the currents of air at her command, turning an elegant back flip before settling on the roof, smiling at him.
He met her smile. "You could have been a legend in the circus."
Ororo has it down to a science.
The cool, appraising look. The look that can say, "You are worthy" or "I am displeased" equally well, depending on the curve of her lips or the tightness around her eyes. All the while maintaining a sense of utter remoteness.
Men are from Mars, Women are from...
by Misty Flores
"Yes... that... but that's not the point. Why are we WAITING for them to make moves? Why are we in here... we're three hot women getting drunk. How... pathetic-"
"It is NOT pathetic. It's bonding," Storm interjected. "I'm very bonded right now."
The Potter's Clay
'It is time.'
Within her, Rogue felt Magneto's quiet strength and cold anger seep into her awareness - supplemented, and even tempered, by Loogaan's rage and passion. Time to fight.
Marie was always a passenger in cars. It never mattered who drove. As a young girl she viewed their car as a portable dream machine, one that moved her as quickly and conveniently as her own imagination. She opened the door, she climbed in. She stared out the window and was transported.
The Waiting Game
by Amarin Rose
Tail swishing back and forth agitatedly, Kurt glared at his opponent.