SUMMARY: Meredith pretends she’s still a kid. Cristina helps. Set pretty early in Season 1.

( Meredith does stupid things when she's drunk. )

SUMMARY: A little bit of ‘what if?’ based around Back To Reality.

( They’d never said anything. )

SUMMARY: '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: The strangest thing about life on Red Dwarf was this.

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SUMMARY: Jack's restless. Stephen helps.

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“Hey hey! I don't use lard just for tea!" Palmer grinned, winking suggestively at Heidegger.

Heidegger blanched.

“No?” He tried his level best to sound nonchalant. “Perhaps you use it in sandwiches as well?”

“Well, yes,” Palmer admitted. Then, with what could only be described as a leer, he leaned closer. “But I can also think of more... creative things to do with it. I think you know what I mean.”

Heidegger was horribly afraid that he did. He was about to make any excuse he could and get the hell out of there, when he saw Scarlet hanging about, trying to catch his eye. She was wearing her cleavage dress, and that always meant trouble.

With a sigh, he did the only thing he thought might possibly put her off. He kissed Palmer.

When they broke the kiss, he watched Scarlet’s hastily retreating back, and listened to her screams, with a certain amount of satisfaction. What the hell, he thought, resignedly. Maybe I can get him to reconsider the lard.

Mrs. Weasley was sorting the washing when she found a shirt she didn't recognise. It was deep blue, and made of something fine and soft. Not the sort of thing any of her boys went in for, she thought with an indulgent smile. Boys.... on a sudden inspiration, she turned over the collar. Sure enough, there was a name label inside. Oliver Wood. Ah, that explained it. He and Percy had been room mates last year. He could easily have picked it up, thinking it was his, and packed it with his own clothes.

It never crossed her mind to question how Percy could accidentally take something so different from any of his own clothes, not to mention a size or two bigger. And she certainly didn't wonder what the stains on it were, or how they got there.