Author’s Note: Written for a Heroes Christmas exchange. My prompt was the song, “Here Comes Santa Claus”. Set several years pre-series. Ages are estimated based on series canon and the actual ages of the actors. (Oh, and if you have … Continue reading
Author’s Note: Not quite sure where this one came from, except that it was somehow Medie’s fault for suggesting I write Dragonsinger something about Heidi for her birthday. *g* This was also originally meant to be longer, but I ran … Continue reading
Set post-HBP and “Birds of a Feather”–mostly movie and TV-verse, respectively, but possibly with one or two elements from the books sneaking in. Thanks to Christina for the emergency beta and title suggestions (the subtitle is hers! *g*). One of … Continue reading
Author’s Note: Written for amaresu for the 12 days of Christmas meme. She requested: “Harsh Realm. Something to do with changes? Or something? (I admit it I just want more Harsh Realm fic.)” ama, this doesn’t have much to do … Continue reading
Author’s Note: Written right after “Leviathan” aired and before we found out any real details of Pinocchio’s past, so this was my theory. *g* I haven’t lied to him, damn it. Everything I told him was true. I just didn’t … Continue reading
Author’s Note: This story was inspired by Megan’s query about what Pinocchio would be like if he were in love, although the original character in this story is in no way intended to be seen as a love interest for … Continue reading
It didn’t take long to take stock of the battle. The house had been largely destroyed by the three vampires and the Quickening, but the two bodies still needed to be disposed of–headless children would draw much too much unneeded … Continue reading
An abandoned house on the edge of town Seacouver “This is it,” Richie informed them grimly, pointing to the empty building on their left. It was a large Victorian manor and run down enough to bear a striking resemblance to … Continue reading
Duncan’s loft two hours later Methos sat up gasping for the eighth or ninth time that night, bringing his hands to his face. “God, I hate that part! Even after five thousand years, it’s still a pain in the ass.” … Continue reading
MacLeod’s loft that night “Have a beer, Richie?” Adam asked as the younger Immortal wandered in from Duncan’s bedroom several hours later. Richie apparently kept an emergency change of clothes at the loft, because the bloody shirt he’d been wearing … Continue reading