A look inside Scully's head after her second escape from Pfaster. PostOrison vignette.

PostEvolution. All that is certain is that darkness is still ahead.

There is something about Michael's hands. PostEvolution drabble.

Michael's been expecting something like this, really, and is a little surprised it hasn't happened sooner. PostEvolution oneshot.

With them, words aren't necessary. PostEvolution drabble.

She wonders suddenly whether he might prefer the flames to the numbness of his new life. If a fiery death might not indeed be what he is seeking.

How was she ever to know, really, what was true and what was not?

V does not talk to himself. Drabble.

She has always seen him best in the dark. Oneshot.

Are we nothing too? Am I? Oneshot.

“Chloe would do anything to protect the people she loves.I’m willing to bet that’s why she didn’t tell you. She knew you’d be upset.” A missing scene from Tomb.

Sometimes it just hurts, knowing that it can't last. Mimi's story.

For the first time in his life, he feels no urge to help. PostReckoning oneshot.

Twenty one years to the day. A bit of an epilogue for Facing.

Promise me that you won't forget. Oneshot.

It is one of those moments when time seems to stop. Oneshot, written for SpeedRent.

Seeing is believing. Post movie. Complete.

That day, she was just a girl cutting class to explore the city. Oneshot.

A collection of drabbles for rent100.

How quickly things can change. Written for the rent100 speed challenge.

A little New Year's angst. Drabble.

Now that it's started, she can't seem to stop. Holiday fluff.

It was a shame that they hadn't really become a family until New Year's Eve.

The table got shorter every year afterwards.

PreRent minidrabble. Sometimes Roger feels the urge to hit something.

Drabble. I set the house on fire when I was seventeen.

It was already the end of September the day it started raining. Oneshot.

“A bouquet,” says Angel. “For my king. Brighten up the world.” A fight to end all fights leads to a first Thanksgiving apart for the gang. Oneshot.

The knock at the door made him jump. He hadn’t been expecting anyone, and unannounced visitors were usually not good news. Especially not on Halloween.

I always do what feels right. Try it sometime. Everyone’ll tell you you’re nuts.” Chas contemplates Heaven. Oneshot.

The ending we all wanted.

“You told me once that I court coincidences.By putting myself in the front line, I make things happen.”

Several hours outside of the city there is a lake, dark and shimmering and miraculously undefiled by the world that goes on parallel to it.

Best to hope for a dream and prepare for reality. Oneshot.

3:33 AM on New Year's Day and the whole world was falling apart. Oneshot.

The aftermath of the events in the hydrotherapy room. Oneshot.

It had been a week since he’d let Angela walk away, fully expecting her to vanish from his life just like all the others he’d let go. He knew what she’d been expecting that night, knew he hadn’t given it to her. But it hadn’t been time then. Not quite.

Evelyn was dressed all in gauzy black, hair and half her face covered in thin black lace. Suddenly the Egyptian sun felt ten times hotter. She smiled at me, and I felt as though I was standing on quick sand.

Should’ve been more supportive, he chided himself. He’d left Angela alone to cope with the horrors of her newfound Sight, hadn’t even been there to teach her to shield herself.John Constantine, coward who repeatedly screws over his friends.

Post-Revolutions. "You should be dead. But apparently you weren't ready for that, either." Updated: 5-28-05

The mourners were dressed in conservative dark clothes, faces plastered with Hallmark sympathy card smiles which somehow seemed to say “perhaps this is for the best, you know.” One-shot.

This was another kind of intimacy. Something that reached deeper inside you. Touched something he'd thought had gone completely numb." One-shot.

They know you know," he whispers into the phone. "They're coming for you. Get out. Get out now." Updated: 4-2-05

Holiday special.

Wicked fic. Who said the end was written yet? COMPLETED:91904

Wicked book fic. Oh the poor guy, said Boq, for the Vinkus student had slumped down and was volubly weeping behind his bluediamonded hands. I never saw a student from the Vinkus before. What an awful welcome to Shiz.

PostRENT A year in the life of our favorite gang. Ch. 42: Christmas Eve and...the end.... COMPLETED

Wicked Show Ficlet detailing events during As Long As You're Mine. Lots of cute sappiness...you know you wanna reaaad it.

Roger receives devastating news that triggers a love triangle with the two people he loves most. COMPLETED

The gang celebrates Thanksgiving. The Bohemian way. Please read the AN even if you don't read the fic.