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SUMMARY: Meredith pretends she’s still a kid. Cristina helps. Set pretty early in Season 1.
( Meredith does stupid things when she's drunk. )
( Meredith does stupid things when she's drunk. )
SUMMARY: They're nowhere special, looking for a happy ending.
( There was something wrong, and Bart couldn't figure out what it was. )
( There was something wrong, and Bart couldn't figure out what it was. )
FIC: By the Lake (Damar, Luthe/Aerin, PG)
Jun. 7th, 2005 12:00 pmSUMMARY: 'Physical form had become like a childhood habit with her; something shaken off and looked back on with two parts fondness and one part derision, but taken up again, automatically, as a comfort when comfort was needed.' Luthe and Aerin, after the end of The Blue Sword.
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SUMMARY: Indications of an alien lifeform bring the Doctor and Rose to Ancient Rome, and a poet creating his masterpiece.
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SUMMARY: Rumours are flying. Set around Season Five, but disregards all canon past Season Four (except for the bits I like).
( “Hey, do you guys remember Buffy Summers?” )
( “Hey, do you guys remember Buffy Summers?” )
"Hey, Little Red Riding Hood!"
Remus ran down the dormitary stairs to catch up with Sirius. He caught him by the arm and spun him around, the better to admire his bright red dress robes.
He himself was dressed in faded cloth-of-gold, so that between them, they would make up the Gryffindor house colours. Sirius noted with a smile that, in his hurry, he’d buttoned it up wrong, making the whole thing look lopsided. Quickly (because if he stopped to think about the fact that he was undoing Remus’ buttons, they were going to be even later) he sorted them out. Then together, they raced through the corridors towards the Great Hall.
Right outside, Remus stopped him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Sirius pressed their foreheads together with a wicked smile.
“Quite sure, Moony dear.”
And arm in arm, they went in to the Valentine’s ball.
Remus ran down the dormitary stairs to catch up with Sirius. He caught him by the arm and spun him around, the better to admire his bright red dress robes.
He himself was dressed in faded cloth-of-gold, so that between them, they would make up the Gryffindor house colours. Sirius noted with a smile that, in his hurry, he’d buttoned it up wrong, making the whole thing look lopsided. Quickly (because if he stopped to think about the fact that he was undoing Remus’ buttons, they were going to be even later) he sorted them out. Then together, they raced through the corridors towards the Great Hall.
Right outside, Remus stopped him.
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
Sirius pressed their foreheads together with a wicked smile.
“Quite sure, Moony dear.”
And arm in arm, they went in to the Valentine’s ball.