It's a world she only wishes her war-torn, future-self could have seen, if only to be assured that her five years of desolation and hardship were not in vain. - All of the missing moments between 2019 and 2023. Co-written with IBYAA.

Two seconds flat and the barrel of a shotgun locks onto him like a missile. He tilts his head, a cocksure smirk carving into his jaw at the sight of his wife glistening in her ramrod position in the bathtub, weapon trained straight at his heart.

If you had a two-week glimpse into your future, could you handle it?

Of all observation, the most painful inferences she makes are borne from the connection Wyatt has with Lucy. (A road to Lyatt)

Poolside declarations and the whisper of fingertips along her naked spine in '41 are weak barriers against the tidal wave of anxiety thrashing against her sternum. There are very few things that Lucy knows that could offset Wyatt and push him over the line of Jekyll and into Hyde. (A 2x04 Salem imagining)

It doesn't even matter that the clumsiest woman he knows is hugging him with a grenade in her fist. Seven days in and out of The Silo.

"That's not funny." Post 13x24 exploration fic.

An alternate 13x23 - "Go enjoy your mac 'n cheese with the tiny humans. They're pretty great kids."

An attempt to explain the 13x21 shoulder-moment revelation and why Maggie figures it out. Meredith and Nathan aren't as careful as they should have been.

One girl's selfless deed to be a surrogate is voided by tragedy, and unfortunately, there are no refunds on this kind of thing. Now, eternally bound to a stranger in a 'divine act of God', ethics be damned... AH.

She was all but a blur, a swathe of red hues and streetlight glower -red lips, red dress; creamy skin through worn, threadbare fibers. It was 2005 and he was drowning all over again, in the fear and lust, the incalculable fights and wounds, graham crackers and Popov, slamming doors, split lips, sour milk and stale water; it left a bad taste in his mouth. AH.