Sometimes, a single thread is all that holds a relationship together. But no matter the extent of the damage, as long as that one thread remains there is some small hope of fixing what can seem irreparable.

This was written for a songfic challenge on livejournal. Howard had left and Vince misses him. Vince thinks about Howard and what he meant and still means to him. Howince

“I’m giving it to you,” the man said, “Because I know there’s somebody at that party who wants to see you there.” Howince. A Halloween story.

Birthday present for Jamie. There's an accident outside a club. Vince is cold and bleeding, with no breath and with no pulse... yet he's not quite dead...

Bliss. A very weird kind of bliss. Not the usual kind from having your hair look good or playing electro music. Another kind." Love isn't always bliss, but Vince just can't seem to leave it alone.

Vince falls prey to a petty thug, and turns to Howard for support. T for language

Vince disappears, and now it's up to Howard to set off on a dangerous journey to help his friend...

The flat is falling apart, people are vanishing, and Naboo's spells don't work. Could this have anything to do with the strange portal in Vince's wardrobe? A portal that leads to a very genius bedroom and two men with suspiciously familiar voices...