THE HOLY MOLY TARDIS.

The dangerous book for boys. Sherlock (BBC), PG-13, still wildly AU. Sherlock/John. Part three (of four!) Please forgive my liberties with Science; Science and I had only a brief fling before I married Humanities.

Part one.
Part two.


John blinks down at the phone, trying to remember what hour of the morning it is, and why he thought it was a good idea to get up and experience it.


( Part three. )

The dangerous book for boys. Sherlock (BBC), PG-13, and surprise, it's wildly AU. Sherlock/John, at heart. Part one of... three? Four? That sounds good. So this is what I have been doing. I didn't mean to. It is totally unintentional, and probably makes no sense. Anyway, I love John.


There is already someone sitting at the opposite end of the table, but there are books and slides and petri dishes spread out across the length of it, in all directions. There is an unlaced man's shoe sitting on the edge. There does not appear to be a foot attached to it.


( Part one. )

And grace, too. Veronica/Logan, set after Season Three, PG-13 for suggestion. This fic is for worldwouldend, the kind person who donated to Help Haiti and in so doing earned both my services as a writer, and my admiration for their generosity. I hope you enjoy every word, because you are an awesome person and it was my pleasure to write for you.


On the first night of summer vacation Logan calls her cell phone, leaves a garbled message that sounds like he is sitting in a parked car by a major street with his windows rolled down.


( And grace, too. )

Peace in our time. Yes, it is: it's post-Journey's End fic. I figured I should get this posted before everyone, even my own mom, gets theirs done as well. Hee. Anyway, it's PG-13 for occasional nudity; Doctor/Rose, and yes, it's canon-compliant (and if you know what that means, then you know what that means.)



She couldn't ever have imagined a universe where he would ask such a thing, and now she's living in it.

( Peace in our time. )

Pulse point. Yes, yes it is. You knew I was going to do this. It's Moonlight fic. Is there even a community for this yet ? I may start one. Josef, and the nature of the afterlife. Huh. PG-13 for language and bikini bottoms.



So he lies on the bottom of the pool and feels instead the slight motion, the rocking sensation, the pulse that's so like blood, around and over him. He shuts his eyes.

If he stops moving-

-well, anyway, he can't.


( Pulse point. )