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Vin has no fuckin’ time for the conspiracy theories on the net. The Sanctuary Districts are “genocide by another name”, those morons type, those losers still living in their parents’ basements without a clue about the real world. Bleating on about how it won’t be safe, all them cooped up together, like anyone’s safe right now with the goddamn virus ( Read more... )

You walk Naomi back to her quarters after a game of kadis-kot (you let her win; the Doctor has advised you that this is a necessary practice when dealing with children). There is a delay at the door before Ensign Wildman appears.

“Hi, honey,” she says to her daughter, who scampers in for a hug immediately. It still unnerves you, this desire the ( Read more... )

His arm falls across your stomach. This is OK, this is not weird, this is Alex back in your house yet again because Jo’s in hospital and he’s your person (and you’re his person). This is Alex in your bed. This shouldn’t be weird ( Read more... )

( Science Experiment )

Written as a yuletide treat, 2012.

( Familiar )

Written as a yuletide treat, 2012.

( The New Doctor )

Written for yuletide 2012.

( Many Parts )

Some of my favourite stories of the last couple of Yuletides have been for Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, and this year was no exception. My gift, The Measure of a Man, focuses on Damar, whose journey from unthinking loyal Cardassian to leader of a rebellion is one of the most fascinating parts of the series for me, and who is handled wonderfully here ( Read more... )

It is Yuletide!

I have three stories. Three! This is kinda magical.

There is a gorgeous character study of Damar (DS9), which... oh my.

And then also a very cute Laurie/Travis fic (Cougar Town).

And finally Charlotte/Stacey as they grow up (BSC ( Read more... )