Snape is devastated by Lily's death...so devastated he would give anything to have a piece of her to hold onto. In the throes of grief, he takes on the monumental task of raising Harry and keeping him safe from the ever present threat of Lord Voldemort's return, if only to keep a part of her for his very own.

After leaving the Citadel, Max comes across the body of a girl in the road...only to find that she isn't dead.

An embittered and weary Ranger struggles to bear the aimless burden of her kin and the weight of her debt to Thranduil Elvenking...until a mysterious stranger appears on the outskirts of the forest and begs her help. Thranduil/OC.

Everyone but Bilbo seems to know that his quiet little handmaiden is desperately in love with him...Bilbo/OC.

Companion piece to 'The Other Son'. 'They stand now before each other –father of the chosen king and forgotten son of no one.'

Sometimes the coldest of wars is the one which wages too deep within, too far from reach, and there's nothing left for the cruelty of the world to latch onto. Not when the casualty is the soul. Slight AU; Roe/OC. DISCONTINUED.

And Loki, he realizes – the father no longer calls him by son. Only brother of Thor. Only nameless shadow. Only distance.

He couldn't have her, and not because it was forbidden, not because it could never be. It was the guilt that separated heart from mind, logic from emotion...the guilt of what he had done, what he had lost, what he would never have again. Movie!Kataang.

Chekov saves a slave girl from the Klingons...and ends up falling in love with her. Chekov/OC.

A war-wearied Resistance soldier finds herself enthralled, and ultimately in love, with the young Kyle Reese. Slightly AU.

It took twelve days for him to notice her. After all, he was chasing after a girl he could never have. But it only took nine days of persistance and months of friendship for her to fall in love with him. Chekov/Uhura. Slight AU.

He reached for him, apologetic gestures that heeded no words. Heeded no barriers of age or of thin reflections of self-condemnation. Merely apologies, dressed in their consoling garments. Chekov/Spock friendship, after Amanda Grayson's death. No slash.

“You always did love the stars,”she murmured into his ear.“I could never drag you away from them so easily. You’d sooner starve then let yourself away from them. I suppose it's only natural that you join them now, after so many years of waiting for them."