Her tongue catches in her throat, watching storming blues and greens pour across the man in front of her, comets zipping as fast as the words were leaving his mouth, and she nods along without even tearing her eyes away from, quite possibly, the oddest galaxy she had ever seen.

"You've already spoken to me twice, why hold your tongue now? I've proven competent enough against your charms and of those of your ilk." He does not like the feeling of being inferior. Her wide eyes blink, glittering with mirth as she comes to the waters edge, hoisting her upper body on to the rocks. "Is that what you think, landling?" [Siren AU]

"It always, always, starts with the hair, Molly. Then she'll buy a leather jacket because she'll think she'll look cool, and she won't be wrong. And maybe her and her so-called 'friends'," Molly can hardly hold back her giggles as Sherlock uses air quotations as he paces in the parlor "are smoking low-tars behind the ground keeper's hutch." [Parent!lock]

But on April 17th of 2002, a Wednesday of all days, Molly decides that maybe it's worth it after all. Because of a groan in the alley way, because of blue eyes begging for something more, pleading for life like a prayer. He's in between when she finds him, old track marks on his spindly arms should warn her away, but she can't stop. Her heart races as she flutters in front of him,

"In danger? It was one dance!" Molly cried, flinging Sherlock's beloved Belstaff on to the couch and revealing the deep purple floor length gown. Sherlock schooled himself to not let his eyes travel as Molly crossed her arms in a huff before turning away from him. The low dip of the back of the dress coming to the edge of her bottom, using sheer will to keep itself attached to her

"It's a dog, Sherlock, not the plague." "I would have preferred that." He retorted, his dressing gown swishing angrily behind him.

He really can't. He'd like to think that he could have tried for her, but that would be a lie. The only good he's ever done in his life was walking away while leaving her untainted by his blood soaked hands. Inspecting his finely trimmed nails on his way out the door, he has the air of confidence. His men do not know the hole that he has backed himself into thanks to the mousy woma

"You're not a dragonfly." "Silly boy! I can't fly at all!" Her voice tinkles like chimes in the breeze. She walks into his outstretched palm and does a tiny turn for him. "No wings for me."

"Yeah, I've moved on…" Maybe if she said it enough times, it'd be true.

Touch had never been so vital to him as it was now, her teeth scraping down his jaw line and capturing his bottom lip before he pulled her in for a hungry kiss. Their teeth clacked together hurriedly, and he tried to tell himself to be gentle with her. Gentle for her.

So much faith in one man, tossed aside because he can't find a new habit. Trust that he'd earned from her, tarnished by his own hands. If she rolled up his sleeves, she knew she would see the tracks, but she can't she just isn't that strong. She wants the believe in Sherlock Holmes. Believe in the man she knows he is and not the abusing druggie before her.

"Part of the modern ideology of love is to assume that love and sex always go together… And probably the greatest problem for human beings is that they just don't." - Susan Sontag

"It feels like there's something heavy in my chest." "Well, a heart's a heavy burden." Howl's Moving Castle

"This is ridiculous, Molly." His voice rumbled, the heat flying by her ear as his other hand crept under the hem of her shirt and caused her skin to rise under his cold touch. But his eyes danced with glee as they tried to make sense of her work. His thumb traced similar patterns on the lower half of her back and she flushed prettily under his gaze.

After all that she'd done for him, nothing had changed since that day. He was still cruel, still hurtful, and still painfully Sherlock. Turning her eyes back to the dark sky above her, Molly pretends that she's still in her pastoral village, her father droning in the background about the constellations overhead, and a cup of coco in her hand.

Sherlock Holmes joins the force of New Scotland Yard's finest. He refuses to work with a partner, but is still appointed a secretary. Miss Molly Hooper is a quiet young woman, who aids the detective however she can. What happens when Sherlock starts bringing his work home with him?

It was an odd thing, the case that surrounded Molly Hooper, and she often wondered if she'd be able to solve it at all. To gain back what she'd lost in the pale risings of the sun.

But it doesn't burn anymore, as she wipes her mouth on the back of her hand, her hair in a ponytail, and numbly pushes the plunger with shaky fingers. It doesn't burn anymore, until she sees him standing in the doorway. "Don't judge me." WARNING: TW FOR BULIMIA AND ANOREXIA

She has a love/hate relationship with the yellow smiley face on his wall. She hates it because at three years old, Molly could have done better work. But she loves it because she knows something that he might never remember. (Sherlolly: Before, During, and After TRB) [For Morbidbydefault]

There might have been tears if Irene was a different woman, but she is not.

They all clear their throats and lift their eyebrows when they see her, because an honorable man like John Watson doesn't need a woman like her. But Cassie doesn't mind, she doesn't push but she doesn't bend either, and for the moment she's happy and in love with the man that will undoubtedly break her heart when he realizes just like she already has that he wasn't meant for her.

Cupcake Alison Henderson isn't scared of anything, or so people think. But Cupcake isn't as fearless as everyone thinks.

Life after Ella proves to be more than Nate thought it could be and he wonders that maybe if he'd done thing differently she would have come back. [Sequel to Lies]

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up. -James A. Baldwin

The girl, the boy, and the life style that drove her off the edge. Can she ever heal the heart she hurt the most? Winner of Best Tess and Best Tess/Jason in the Indie Camp Rock Awards.

"You always had a knack for knowing what people wanted. Everyone except you."

"I just wanted to be perfect, to believe it's all be worth the fight. Lies, don't want to know, don't want to know." - Marina and the Diamonds

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person. -Somerset Maugham. Winner of Best Caitlyn and Best Angst in the Indie Camp Rock Awards.

After all, it is the divinity within that makes the divinity without; and I have been more fascinated by a woman of talent and intelligence, though deficient in personal charms, than I have been by the most regular beauty. -Washington Irving

Dear Amelia, I don't know who you are yet and you don't know me; but I know that I love you. Your Future Mother, Ella

"And if you wait for me, I'll be the light in the dark if you lose your way." Natella. Winner of Best All-Time Story in the Indie Camp Rock Awards!

Screaming matches happen, tears happen, awe, heartache, and most importantly, love happens. A Jaitlyn one-shot for Anna.

Ella's prom couldn't have been worse. A side story from "Dear Amelia", though it'll still make sense as a stand alone. One-Shot

What is it about me and bad music? I hear it, and I think "This is bad music." But I can't turn and won't turn it off. In fact I do the opposite and turn the music up louder. Jason thinks I have a problem, and he's probably right.

Who are you when I'm not around? I want to know. A four part series. Chapter 4: The Call

My world seems to have two halves that exist completely outside of each other.They both have the same make-up and morals, but they have separate lives and hide a different secret. It's like those worlds could never peacefully co-exist. -Ella

Because it's like finding a secret, and everyone likes secrets! For angellwings. Winner of Best One-Shot for the Indie Camp Rock Awards

Jason thinks about the letter 'c'.

The Adventures of Violet, Tamera, Oliver, Jude, Precious, Timmy, Trevor, Maggie, Eric, Cassie, Amber, Amanda, and our favorite counselor. See hilarity ensue.

It was a normal night of boozing for the ex-Camp Rock councilors, and they feel that they have to educate poor Ella. Chapter 6- Shane Mild swearing

Caitlyn Gellar has always hidden things under her bed. When she was younger, she'd shove the contents of her mess floor under the dust ruffle to hid from her mom. What is she hiding now? - Jaitlyn

Mitchie has always been pretty jumpy. A very short piece of Smitchie fluff.

"That would explain all the weeds that drown us out." She's grumpy now but I can't help but smirk a little. "Sometimes people have to sift through the weeds to find the flower."- Natella

"I knew I should have done something about him!" "What do you mean 'do something about him' He's my best friend!" -Natella one-shot