Born and raised in the Bay Area, I am hardly your stereotypical California girl. First of all, I don't know where people get the misguided notion that it's sunny 24/7 and that we spend all our time at the beach, because they obviously have never heard of the Fog Belt, which is where I've lived most of my life. We were lucky to see the sun by about 1 p.m. And tanned? Ha! I don't tan. (Damned Scandinavian ancestry.) I think a frog's underbelly has more color than I do. But I digress.

So born and raised in California, I worked as a journalist for our local paper for six years before I decided that it really wasn't what I wanted out of life and I'm now finishing the degrees I let myself get lured away from because, well, I was young and stupid and liked the money I was making. I just finished my journalism AA and my Culinary Arts AS and am now working towards a Nutrition BS with a concentration in dietetics.

In my spare time I love to write and am an avid reader. I also love biking along the coast, intimate dinner parties with good friends and singing. Funnily enough, while I do love the show Roswell, I don't watch TV. I mean, I seriously don't watch TV. I think I can name on one hand, how many times I've been in front of the TV in the last month and I'd still have lots of fingers left over. But on the rare occasion I do, I prefer shows like NCIS, Numbers, Cold Case and Criminal Minds.

I'm new to the whole FanFic world. I only really discovered fanfic about three years ago when I was doing a search on the Roswell books and stumbled on the The Crashdown. Out of curiosity, I read a couple of the stories and was impressed. If some of the conventional couples writers had been writers for the show, I might not have ended up disliking the conventional pairings as I do. Maybe. That said, I primarily write in the Roswell fandom, and am a Polarist, although I have branched out and done a few other UC pairings including: Rebel, Jumper, In Crowd, Fifth Wheeler, etc.

So why Polar? Well, I feel that Liz and Michael each have strengths that balance the others weaknesses. Liz tends to be very controlled, analytical to a fault and likes everything tied up in neat little bundles. Michael on the other hand is a force of nature. He's unpredictable, brash, brutally honest and the sort to do things and worry about the consequences later. Michael has the ability to shake Liz out of her carefully crafted, controlled shell, whereas Liz has the ability to ground Michael and keep him from running off half-cocked. Plus, to me, they aren't true polar opposites.

They are what I like to term surface polar opposites. They seem like they have nothing in common on the surface, but in truth, at the core, they have more similarities than most writers credit. At heart, they are both protectors, are fiercely loyal (in fact it's this trait that has most people saying that they'd never get together, but well, that's an argument for later), they both go against the grain to seek the answers they need, they're intuitive, almost prophetic. Even when Liz's powers manifest, they are more like Michael's than Max. Both have visions, both can blast people, both are tied to their emotions and tend to react violently under stress. Most of all? They have a deep, unspoken respect and trust for the other.

Since I started writing three years ago, I have also branched out in fandoms to include Moonlight, Veronica Mars and Harry Potter, but my true love remains with Roswell. There were just so many unanswered questions when it ended that the show is a gold mine for story ideas.

A few of my favorite quotes from Harry Potter Fanfiction:

This batch is from Double Edged Sword, by Romaine. I was honestly trying to find only one or two quotes from this story, but it's just so wonderfully written and so damned funny at times that I had to include all of these:

The room became silent as Scrimgeour set down the gavel. “Mr. Potter, you are aware of the threat?”

Harry gave a short laugh. “You mean the one where Voldemort (many in the room gasped) is going to kill anyone who represents Draco. I think I’ve been at the top of his list since I was born."

“Are you nuts, Potter?” Draco whispered back.

“Yes, but that is beside the point. Just do it,” Harry quietly demanded.

“Well, I can’t say I’ve ever had that happen after sex before,” Draco said with a grin.

“What? You’ve never seen exploding auras and flying Patronuses after sex? You are so wrecking my image of you.”

“What are we going to do, Draco?”

“I vote we enjoy it and fuck like rabbits.”

“Fuck, what are we going to do about Krum?”

“Obliviate the memory.”

“Potter, I have rubbed off on you.”

“Yes, and I do like the way you rub, just like a nice bunny.”

“If I wasn’t in love with you, I’d do the Dark Lord the honour and kill you myself for a comment like that.”

“Geez, Black, most nursery rhymes and fairy tales are based upon Wizarding history.”

“Please don’t tell me that Hansel and Gretel was a true story? That tale freaked me out when I was a kid.”

“Yes, but the Muggles messed up the ending. The kids didn’t get away; the witch ate them.”

“Fuck you, Malfoy; you have just made sure I relive the nightmares of my childhood.”

Mikhail tapped Harry on the shoulder. “He’s really something up there; is he that good in bed?”

Harry turned and said, “I used to be straight.”

Draco grabbed Harry, pulling him back down. “You know I will never make you regret your decision.”

“I know you won’t, love,” Harry whispered.

Draco choked. “Did you just call me love?”

“Please tell me I didn’t?”

“You did, Potter, I’m going to gag.”

Draco grinned, stood up, walked over to Ron, and kissed him on the cheek, causing the red-haired wizard’s cheeks to match his hair.

“You’re okay, too, Ron, for a regular bloke.” Draco returned to his seat looking smug.

Ron remained silent for a few moments and then managed to get out a few words, “Hermione, did Draco Malfoy just kiss me?”

“Yes, Ron, and I think you liked it.”

Harry moved the table forcefully with his foot.

“Nice boots,” Lucius drawled.

Harry grinned. “Your son likes them.”

Harry roared when James undid that famous ponytail and said, “Come on, Blondie, show me what you got,” as Lucius started going down on him. It didn’t take long for the Gryffindor to come and he gave a good yell at the end.

“Good for you, Father, you swallowed,” Draco said proudly.

Taken from Reparations, Foundations and their supplements by Sara's Girl, some make me laugh and others just make me grin like an idiot. I have to say this is one of my favorite visions of Harry and Draco:

"So?"

Harry looks up, baffled. "So, what?"

An exasperated sigh. "Don't tell me you don't have a great long list of things that I do that annoy you."

As a matter of fact, he does. Probably. "I do."

"Aren't you going to share it with me?" Draco demands. He's almost... almost pouting, and it's just too good.

"Nope." Harry grins. "I think it'll annoy you more if I don't."

"What's worrying is that I actually understood that," Draco says. "I used to think you loved attention, you know."

"I know. And now?"

"I think... you seem pretty intent on getting mine." He looks up and flushes. "Don't think I haven't noticed."

Harry grins, stomach flipping. "Subtlety isn't my strong point. However." He takes a deep breath, knowing that it's now. "You are an arrogant, stubborn snob."

"What?" Draco narrows his eyes and Harry squeezes his hand.

"I know it's a little late," Harry says innocently. "But I recall you asking for a list of things that annoy me about you. The way you always have to be right. The way you yell at Anxious Brunette Nurse just to amuse yourself. Your posh fucking accent. The way you never, ever forget the right word, even when you're angry or tired or distracted. The way you fold your arms and try to look scary... actually, forget that one, I quite like that."

Draco stares, mouth slightly open, eyes unreadable. Harry continues.

"You can be incredibly rude when you feel like it. You've got this huge chip on your shoulder and this insane drive to pay for things that happened when you were still basically a child. I know you think you're cleverer than me. You eat desserts like an absolute tart. In short, Draco, you wind me up something fierce," he finishes, forcing himself to hold the eye contact even though he's never felt more exposed.

"Um," says Draco. And then: "I don't think I'm cleverer than you."

"I forgot 'argumentative'." Harry smiles. "Look, I don't know if I have the crappiest timing in the world, but I've started now, so I might as well finish. I know what you said before, but I'm not some lovesick teenager who's blind to all your bad qualities. I know what they are, and yet I'm understanding you more all the time, and I think... I rather like you, actually. You complicated bastard," he adds.

"I can't help but feel I should be more nervous about this," he says conversationally, applying his mouth to a delicious collarbone, swiping bitter-sweet-salty-Draco into his mouth like he wants to keep it there.

"But you aren't." Draco blinks, eyelashes bright in the shadows.

Harry presses closer. "Not even a little bit."

"Why would you start now?" The tone is one of mild exasperation, but the little smile makes hope and desire flare in Harry's chest.

"Quicker to Apparate," he mumbles. "Potter," he adds, attempting to get a rise out of Harry.

"Quicker isn't always better, Malfoy. Isn't that right?"

"I knew it." Harry slides a finger under Draco's chin and tips it up to bring their lips together once more. "I have to go. I brought you something suitably warm and disgusting to drink."

Draco's smirk throws him until he retraces his own words. "Coffee. Pervert."

"You love it."

"I think I'm dead," Harry mumbles after a few minutes, inhaling the scent of Draco's skin.

"You'd better not be. How would I explain that to the Ministry? And more to the point, to my mother?"...

"Fucking hell, your mother!" Harry gasps.

Draco eyes him carefully. "Now, I know you're new to all this, but yelling about fucking and my mother in the same sentence is really bad post-sex etiquette."

Harry glares at him, unimpressed by the flippancy. "No... I mean... what if she heard? I completely forgot about her once you'd taken your clothes off." Harry pauses, flushing. "That didn't quite come out right."

"Want to practise on me?" Harry offers. "I've got some time before I have to meet Ron and Hermione to talk about you."

The hand under his tenses and Draco wrinkles his nose. "I'm not biting."

"Pity."

"Hey," he murmurs, shifting closer and slipping a hand inside the white shirt that Draco favours for early morning wandering-about-the-house time.

"Hey yourself," Draco says, sounding amused. "Do you know that your kitchen cupboard doesn't think much to the tinsel you've stuck to it?"

Harry pauses in his exploration of Draco's warm chest and snorts. The drama of the previous day and night suddenly seems very far away, and he luxuriates in the distance. "Yeah. That's why I did it."

"Impressively sadistic."

"Draco, not that I want to discourage your sense of the dramatic, but it's just two women, not the four horsemen of the Apocalypse. It's going to be fine."

#22 – You have persuasive powers that I suspect you are unaware of. I'd say 'use them wisely' but really, we both know that you won't. Hopefully.

Alright, Romilda, he says silently, here we go.

"You're going to do something, aren't you?" Draco says, and it's not a question.

"Why is it when you say that, I actually hear: 'you're going to do something ridiculous and impulsive'?" Harry mutters as they near the open front door.

String #2, he thinks instead. Stealth string.

"Sneaky bastard," he mumbles affectionately, slipping his fingers through Draco's hair.

"That is no more than a rumour," Draco mutters, stretching and wrapping himself tighter around Harry.

"Sixth year, then?" he can't help asking after a moment, too satisfied to suppress either the smirk or the delight in his voice.

Draco stiffens and then relaxes. Sighs, and then threads a hand through Harry's hair. "I still thought you were a complete prat," he insists.

"But you thought I was interesting."

"I hated you. But I wanted to fuck you into the floor."

Dragon Lily, megyal

"It's not my fault that she's so easy to spoil," he had defended when Harry had pointed this out. "I'm her father, I'm supposed to spoil her rotten. I was spoiled myself, you know."

"Were you?" Harry had exclaimed, green eyes wide with mock amazement. "I could never tell in school, really."

"Ha. Ha."

Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy, knightmare

‘I love you, you know that,’ Draco said softly.

‘Yeah, I know. That’s the only reason you wake up some mornings.’

‘What?’ Draco pulled back and stared at Harry.

‘Kidding, Draco, I’m kidding. I wouldn’t kill you in your sleep.’

‘Good,’ Draco said.

‘I’d wake you up so I could see your expression,’ Harry continued.

Baby, Baby, Enchanted Jae:

"I don't want to try on more clothes," he complained.

"Shush," Draco admonished. "We are going to have fashionable pregnancies, and that's final. I refuse to look less stunning than Hannah Abbot-Longbottom!"

Harry was surprised by Draco's vehemence. "Pregnancy isn't a contest," he said.

"Yes, it is," Draco insisted, "and I intend for us to win!"

For the Public Good, Blame Brampton:

Malfoy slipped panickedly into the office and shut the door firmly but silently behind himself.

'What's wrong?' Harry asked, reaching for his wand.

'He who must not be named!' Draco whispered.

'Voldemort?' Harry was frankly sceptical.

Draco rolled his eyes. 'Nearly. Peter Mandelson.'

Apocalypse Now, Whimsycality:

Draco: Yes I bloody well can. If I want rainbows and unicorns during the apocalypse, then I will damn well get rainbows and unicorns during the apocalypse, even if the unicorns are goring zombies and the rainbows are only reflected in the tears of the grieving.

Zero to Hero, Cheryl Dyson:

"This might actually be fun," Pansy said. "I think I am going to sign up."

"Is there a female dementor part?" Draco asked.

Malfoy Child, Vorabiza:

“I’m glad to hear that. We’ve all been quite worried about you,” Dumbledore said.

“So I’ve heard,” Harry said with a wry smile. “I’ve heard by waking up I’ve now saved Hogwarts from flooding due to Hufflepuff’s tears.”

Summertime Kids, Vorabiza:

“Well, not just yours, but yeah,” Harry agreed. “Anyway, a lot of Muggles will post important messages, meeting times, whatever, on the fridge, because that’s where most of the family will look at some point. It’s kind of traditional in a way,” Harry explained.

“So by saying that, you were just saying that you posted my message on your mental fridge and plan to ignore it now that it’s posted?” Draco asked, eyebrow arched.

“Yeah, something like that,” Harry agreed, laughing.

The Obligatory 'Draco is a Veela' Story, mahaliem:

Greg and Vince sat on a bench in the courtyard trying to decide what to do with themselves now that Draco had found his mate and didn't need them anymore. They were at the point where they had almost decided to become slavishly devoted to Professor Snape when a scream rang out.

Suddenly, Draco came running out of Hogwarts, the ends of his robe flying out behind him as he ran in panic.

A few seconds later, Mrs. Norris rushed past them in hot pursuit. Filch was at her heels.

At last Harry bounded out of Hogwarts.

"How's Draco's Veela power training going?" Greg asked.

"Not so good," Harry replied, as he raced past.

Things I Am Not Allowed To Do At Hogwarts, Roozette:

"Slytherin’s secret room," he breathed out. "Harry, even if your little experiment doesn't work, it was worth coming along just to see… Merlin's balls!"

Harry looked over from where Seamus, Dean, and Neville were helping him sort out supplies. "Oh, yeah, forgot that was there."

Pansy gazed at the Basilisk in horror. "How could you forget about this?"

He shrugged. "Well, since then I have gone up against a hundred Dementors, been forced to participate in a dark blood ritual before running for my life after spending several minutes being tortured, and watched my Godfather die right before my eyes." He shrugged again. "Kind of puts a different spin on events that happened, ya know? Ready Nev?"

Desperate Measures, vvc:

Neville was reading his book on magical tiger-lilies when the door to the boy's dorm slammed open, startling him. He looked up to see Harry in bird form pacing back and forth agitatedly. "Is there still a common room?" Neville asked calmly.

Harry was shocked out of his pacing at the quiet question and turned to look at Neville. A few moments later he shifted back to human form with a heavy sigh. "The tapestry on the left wall is missing now," he said.

"That was the ugly one anyway," Neville said with a small smile.

"They want to try and re-create my destruction of the Hufflepuff table in the Room of Requirement," Harry said in disgust.

Neville frowned. That didn't sound like enough to set Harry off. There had to be something else. "And…?" he asked leadingly.

"They thought it was cool," Harry said bitterly.

"Is that what they said? That they thought the scene was cool?" Neville asked in disbelief.

"Yes, that's exactly what they said," Harry said angrily as he pounded a fist into his mattress. "I guess they completely forgot about the mortal insult that was dealt me."

"Obviously," Neville said, shaking his head in disgust. "Maybe they'll leave you alone now that they've had a fireball tossed at them. Did you at least singe their hair?"

Harry flipped around so that his feet now pointed towards the headboard and his head hung over the foot of the bed so he could see Neville. "It did, but I don't think it hurt them otherwise."

"Not even a few blisters?" Neville asked in disappointment.

Harry smirked and shook his head.

Neville sighed and said, "Too bad."

“I told them it was my destiny and, in retrospect, that wasn't such a good idea." (Hermione)

Harry laughed slightly. "Destiny is a bad word," he said. "You should never say bad words around your parents."

Momenti Diversi:

Arrogant bastard that he was, Malfoy’s smile merely curled into a smirk. “Ah, Potter. Where’s your sense of style and occasion?”

“On vacation. Along with my so-called obligations to the wizarding world at large and the Ministry in particular.”

Alleviation of Boredom, Cheryl Dyson:

"Sterling observation, Potter."

"Comma-H," Ron muttered loudly.

"There is only one Potter, so he gets to use his last name," Draco explained.

"Why does he call you Draco

Draco turned a questioning glance toward Harry, who grinned. "He wouldn't answer to Prat."

Yours, Mine and Ours, AlexJanna:

Both men waited a beat to be sure she was gone before Lucius's shoulders relaxed and Harry slumped in his chair.

"Your mum is a nightmare." Harry told Lucius boldly.

Lucius just grinned ruefully and summoned a house-elf to bring him a glass of scotch. "I know. Sometimes I think my father contracted Dragon Pox just to get away from her."

Sandcastles and Fingerprints, Kudra23:

"Sev," Harry greeted equably, causing Snape's eyes to narrow dangerously.

"Ah, Mr. Potter," he drawled. "Couldn't resist playing hero tonight, could you?"

Draco interjected, "He prefers assassin, Sev."

"Regardless," Snape replied smoothly, "I wasn't aware that I resembled a damsel in distress."

Harry looked at Draco. "Is this still his way of saying thanks?"

"Actually, no. This is his way of saying, 'I'm embarrassed as hell so I'm going to blame the nearest Potter.'"

“Ah.”

"Oh?" Harry murmured. "I thought Firewhiskey was plebian. Something about ancestors rolling in their graves?"

Draco smirked. "In comparison with fraternizing with a werewolf and a Potter, I think drinking Firewhiskey is the lesser of my sins against Malfoydom."

"Point," Harry conceded.

"Does everything between us have to be a competition, Harry?" Draco demanded.

"Yes," Harry replied. "Especially when I win. Which is quite often."

Draco sneered. "You gloating little hero

Green eyes met gray in shock. "I can't believe you just called me that, you puppy defiler!"

Dragon Tamer, Jennavere:

Harry shrugged. "Blame Malfoy."

"He did this? He - gave you a makeover?"

"Yeah, basically. New clothes, new haircut, new contacts, the works. It was like having my very own personal Fab Five rolled into one cranky little blonde."

"Draco, your bunny rabbit is wearing a tiny little t-shirt that says 'Hairy Harry Potter Fan.'"

"I know. It's from the HPFC catalogue. They have a whole line of little clothes for pets. They're really very cute."

"For pets?" Blinks. "My life is so surreal sometimes."

"I'm serious. Granger, I bet you're one kinky little kitten in the bedroom."

"Well, I'll just say that all that reading definitely comes in handy sometimes."

"Ew, ew, ew." Covers ears with hands. "It's okay, Harry, it's okay. Just go to your happy place and don't think about Ron and Hermione...I'm in my happy place...I'm in my happy place..."

"I think you've seriously freaked out Potter, Granger."

"Yeah, well, at least he's not trying to get laid any more."

"Harry Potter, you are truly despicable."

"Coming from you, Draco, that's a compliment."

"Yeah, well, you're in serious trouble."

"Don't get my hopes up, you rotten little tease."

"Look, aren't you afraid that maybe I might shag you silly in some of these scenarios?"

"No. You couldn't shag me silly if I were acting like your slave, handcuffed to the bed and under the Imperious curse. You're just not man enough."

"Oh you did not just say that."

"Oh, I'm sorry, I think I just did."

You're going down, Potter."

"Draco, I'd be more than happy to go down, but my prissy, frigid wimp of a boyfriend who couldn't schtupp a first-year Hufflepuff the slightest bit loopy keeps saying no."

"Why you little - you know what, I don't need handcuffs or the Imperious curse, you insufferable brat. All I need is this table right here. Get ready, Potter, because I'm going to shag your arse so senseless that you'll be -

"Honestly, Malfoy. I can't believe you're falling for this."

"Falling for what?"

"Hermione, shut up

"Malfoy, Harry's just trying to get you to shag him by insulting your masculinity."

"I don't under - wait." Thinks for a second. "Ooooooh. I get it. Nice one, Potter. Wow, I can't believe I almost fell for that."

"You're dead to me, Hermione."

"Is that what you're doing, Potter? You little tramp

"Damn it, Hermione! You are so going on my bad list."

"Harry, I thought you loved Draco. Surely you don't want to do anything that could cause him embarrassment, do you?"

"Yeah, Harry. I thought you loved me." Sniffs dramatically.

"Nice try, guys. That little speech might have worked a few days ago, but right now you are talking directly to my libido, and believe me, he's not listening to a single word you're saying."

The Slytherin Gryffindor, Cheryl Dyson:

"What are you doing?" Draco asked stupidly.

"Watching you sleep," Potter replied.

"And?" Draco asked warily.

"It's nice. You don't insult me when you're sleeping," Potter said lightly.

Secrets to Keep, Enchanted Jae:

"What complete and utter bollocks!" snorted Draco. "I may adore you, but I am certain I have never fawned over you."

"I am painfully pregnant, and I demand fawning," insisted Harry.

"How about a suck, instead?" teased Draco. His fingers slid lower, finding Harry's cock and squeezing it gently.

"That's acceptable," Harry said, sounding breathless.