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Harry wasn't entirely sure what to think. Besides the fact that sleepless nights were not conducive to spending a day with a couple of rowdy children. He'd expected Teddy to cause some trouble - he always did. But pairing him with Scorpius? Horrible idea. His godson's excitable personality was clearly rubbing off entirely too easily on Scorpius. The only good news was that the five year old was collapsing twenty minutes after lunch for a nap, Perry as his pillow since the crash had occurred on the floor of the parlor. Kreacher had retreated to his cupboard not long after breakfast and retreat really was the right word for that desperate fleei

The Music box "I can't believe you don't know how to do this" Arthur said with a smirk. "Well excuse me but we weren't all brought up with etiquette lessons and fathers who enforced these things upon them" He was sulking by the fire while Arthur was busying himself by his wardrobe. "It's not like I'm even going to go to the stupid thing!" Arthur stood quickly "Of course you're going! You promised Gwen didn't you? Stop being so... so... cowardly" he decided was the word. Merlin gave Arthur the dirtiest look he could muster without accidently blowing something up. "I'm not being cowardly you prat!! I just never learnt how to dance is all!!"

Bilbo woke to the sparkling, woolly light that usually came with sunny mornings. He rubbed his eyes to dispel the lingering sleepiness and realised that he had slept more deeply than usual, no doubt a side-effect of a day spent in the scent-laden, hot chaos of a kitchen. He rose on his elbows and blinked a few times until his vision cleared. There was indeed something sparkling in the room, but it was not the light itself. It was the finely threaded gold and gems of the garlands hanging around the windows. This was not the Yule décor that he was accustomed to, but there was little of the familiar in his life now. In fact, the one thing t

It started out simply enough. They were at St Bart's examining some soil samples for a case. Sherlock was determined that they didn't belong in the house, where they were found and they were somehow linked to the killer. But they didn't match the samples that came from his footprints in another part of the house. So they'd been here for about half an hour with Sherlock bent over the microscope muttering to himself. John had stopped trying to make sense of what he was saying after the first ten minutes and was now simply hovering over his shoulder, watching and waiting for his inevitable breakthrough. Having heard they were working ther

-Kirk- His lips were moving but I could hardly hear his precise, factual words. I could however percieve how fascinated he was by this new encounter. Sharing thoughts with a machine, was afterall not everyday routine, even on a starship. I could not let him go, I needed to convince myself he was safe. I still held him in that firm embrace that had given me the energy to fight his way back to his own reality, to claim him as a distinct being. Mind-meld could be so risky sometimes, especially with such a powerful entity as Nomad. But Spock's insatiable interest for alien - either biological or not - beings, would have made him deaf to any ob

Well he thought it couldn’t get any worse but of course the blond was wrong. It had been almost a month since Naruto and Sasuke had kissed, and the blond had never had a worse month in his entire life. The two hadn’t talked much since the incident, and Sasuke didn’t ask Naruto to work overtime anymore, which was somewhat of a relief to the blond but he despised the part of him that felt rejected. Naruto hadn’t told Gaara of the kiss, hurting the redhead would be painful and it wasn’t something the blond wanted to do so he continued to let the secret chew him up inside and turned to the only thing he thought could hel

Curiosity and Nightmares Rating: M (T for now) Pairing: BlackIce By: Shadako (FF) CuzIzHot (DA) First Chapter: A white town of Burgess Icy wind howled through the streets in the quiet town of Burgess, successfully chasing every human being inside his or her house. It was late November and the townspeople had adjusted just fine to the biting temperatures, but this night seemed especially harsh. Most of them settled for a cozy evening in front of their TV screens; others just went to sleep early; and no child was allowed to go out this late. This left a certain winter spirit alone and rather bored. What was the point in visiting his favori