Chapter Nine here.

( ...give it all away just for someone to come home to... )

Part Eight here.

( She is suddenly every inch the five-year-old who used to crawl into her bed late at night and ask why mommy and daddy were never home. )

Hey la! I'm really trying to just get caught up with this already, so - mebbe another one or two posts today?  Also, I'll be posting a few of my drabbles for the 50ficlets challenge soon, so my LJ is going to be flooded for the next day or so.  That will all change as soon as I get caught up with Madonna, and promptly have nothing else to do.  ( Read more... )

Part Six here.

( Michael isn't entirely sure, but he thinks this must be what penance feels like. )

Part Five here.

( It's Max the summer of destiny all over again. )

Part Four here.

( And finally she simply surrenders to it. )

Part Three here.

( God help the hybrid that tries to get in her way, because Isabel Evans-Ramirez is ready for battle... )

Part Two here.

( Kyle is late... )

Part One here.

( Eileen paces around the small apartment like a caged animal, her round cheeks flushed and her eyes glittering dangerously... )

I'm actually going to post my stories here.  *is shocked*  Madonna seemed like the natural place to start, just because it is the longest and most cannon-y of my Rosfics.  And, who knows - perhaps posting it somewhere new will give Raych some motivation to read it and thus not be completely lost when she betas future parts, yes?  ;)

( Part One )