She has her best conversations with her mother when hitting synthetic leather bags as hard as she possibly can. Somehow slamming scraped knuckles into hard surfaces helps to block out the pain. T for remotely mature themes and slight language. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I CANNOT BELIEVE that I am doing this." Apparently a weakness for hockey players runs in the family. Or maybe it's just a weakness for shin guards... T for catcalls. CH 5 & 6 up! (Note: I don't own anything.)

She hasn't seen him in nearly two years when he calls her up out of the blue, asking to come visit. She'd be lying if she doesn't smile every time she thinks about him coming such a long way just to see her. SPOILERS for TPIS. Light T for some miscommunication. (Note: I don't own anything.)

When she picked up the phone that day, she was expecting a nice chat with a good friend. That's exactly what she didn't get. One take on the phone conversation in TPIS. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"Are you telling me that if I kissed you right now it wouldn't be awkward?" "Try it." Two dates gone horribly wrong and one that made up for all of it. T for some breifly mentioned outrageous party behavior. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Rosy had Anna, Jane had the world, and Batty still confided in the animals that sat on her bed. But Skye was more private, more guarded, and her secrets would go with her to the grave. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"This year we're celebrating Samhain as it was meant to be celebrated!" ... "That's funny... I thought we were celebrating Halloween." A series of 100-word drabbles surrounding our favorite characters on one of my favorite days of the year. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"We're being written out of the story, Skye. We're being left behind." ... "Don't be silly: If anyone's doing the leaving, it's us." (Note: I don't own anything. If I did, Penderwicks 4 and 5 would be written in the same POV as 1, 2, and 3.)

She has years of Brenda Tifton's conditioning to undo, and this seems like the best place to start. After all, spoiled wedding cake must be some sort of bad omen, right? (Note: I don't own anything.)

As a rule, stargazing was one of the most romantic ways to end a first date. Apparently that rule didn't hold true when the date was with Skye Penderwick… K for a kiss. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Sometimes she couldn't help but wish she could just click her boots together and be home, just for one night. But there was hell to prevent, and she had volunteered to do just that. Oz would have to wait. T for one use of H-E-double hockey sticks. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"She catches one drunk off guard, and suddenly she's the adorable Amazon and I'm the 98 pound weakling." … "You only weigh 98 pounds?" Skye defends herself and Jeffrey gets beaten up over it. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"I can't talk now. The meteorlogy majors are trying to get blown off the roof." He had been trying to ask her out for years, really. Maybe he needed to change his method.

"Are you telling me that you want to revert to the married life of a 1950s sitcom couple just because you toss and turn in your sleep?" Two months after their marriage, Skye decides it might be best for Jeffery if she got her own bed. He disagrees. T for very slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Seeing as there was no older brother to fill the role, it was only natural that Jeffrey Tifton would take the place as boyfriend-threatener. Of course, it's all fun and games until suddenly he's the boyfriend. And the threatener. At the same time. Just a fun Jeffrey-goes-crazy fic because he's so cute! T for very slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

He knows he must look ridiculous, walking an invisible woman to the couch, but out of the corner of his eye he can see her daughter smiling, so he just takes a seat on the opposite end and continues. If Skye wants him to meet her mother, then-no doubt about it-he is going to meet her mother. T for one moment of slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

A small part of her knew it couldn't last forever. From the very first moment she met him, she knew they were from different worlds and that the chances of those spheres overlapping for longer than an instant were astronomically small. She knew she only had him for a finite amount of time, and she planned on enjoying every moment of it. (Note: I don't own anything.)

He had never expected her to be a whiz at the home-ec stuff, but this was taking it a bit far. Radioactive eggs... Yum. AHP-universe. Dedicated to PUCKABRINALOVER. (Note: I don't own anything.)

AU: 1960s Skyffrey. They meet at a Civil Rights demonstration. He is fighting a war for improvement, and she is improving their chances of fighting-and winning-a nuclear war. Things are changing faster than ever before, and they are just glad to be a part of it. T for slight language. (Note: I don't own anything.)

There are just some things that you never do. Like putting tin foil in the microwave... But apparently Jeffrey Tifton didn't get the memo, because there he is, carrying a drum set into the living room, despite his two-month-old son and very hormonal wife. A peek into a blistering hot August day that brought two big changes into the Tifton household. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Friendship, love, and marriage. A short one-shot recounting Skye and Jeffrey's three different kinds of close encounters. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Of course it would happen in a bowling alley. She had never had any luck bowling. Einstien claimed that you can't blame gravity for falling in love, but Skye Penderwick was more than willing to try. Sorry, Einstien. This one is beyond even you. T just in case. Chapter 3 is up now! (Note: I don't own anything.)

It was a very good plan. At least until the squirrels attacked... Just a short contingency piece to account for the missing tree in The Dating Game. Kudos to countingmoons for noticing the error. :-) (Note: I don't own anything.)

She could hear the smile on his face even through she was adamantly NOT looking at him. This pestering had been going on for over an hour, and no matter how loud she turned up the volume on her earbuds, his playful teasing just refused to be drowned out. This could only end one way... (Note: I don't own anything.)

There was a time and a place for mothers-in-law. Skye Tifton was pretty darn sure that this wasn't it. A bit stronger T than I usually write, but by no means anything worse then just a little detailed kissing. Promise. :-) (Note: I don't own anything.)

The list of reasons why could go on and on forever, but the simple fact remained that Valentine's Day was quite possibly Skye Penderwick's least favorite day of the year. Forget love, it's time to spread some realism around... (Note: I don't own anything.)

Weird. That really was the only way she could describe it. Not bad-weird, not funny-weird, but just sort of strange. It had been a few months since the wedding, but Batty still just couldn't get used to the idea of her sister and Jeffrey being together. (Note: I don't own anything.)

She missed him. That was the bottom line. He was her husband, and she missed him like crazy. (Note: I don't own anything.)

New Year's: the time of year that results in thousands of resolutions and the most recorded break ups world-wide. It's a time for reflection and change, and Jeffrey Tifton is ready for both. (Note: I don't own anything.)

A pink gel pen, a broken nose, and an argument. It's romance in true Skye Penderwick-style, and he wouldn't have it any other way. Just another one-shot that popped into my head the other night. (Note: I don't own anything.)

When Jane and Jeffrey drag Skye to a fraternity party her sophomore year, she doubts that things can get more annoying. But when new feelings are revealed and old debts called in, she realizes that the evening just got a whole lot more memorable. (Note: I don't own anything.)

The story of Skye and Jeffrey as they make their way through the adventures of engagement, marriage, and parenthood. It's all the tales that make Jeffrey truly a Penderwick. (Note: I do not own anything.)

Some wise person once said, "watch and learn." Some will tell you that it is the easiest way to be taught. But Jeffrey Tifton would have to say otherwise. He would have to tell you it's the most serpentine route to heartbreak. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Skye Penderwick didn't believe in bad days. They were physically impossible by the natural laws of the universe. And yet, somehow, Skye was having one of those days. (Note: I don't own anything.)

The recounting of a love and friendship lost. (Note: I don't own anything.)

When Skye begins to receive some unwanted attention from boys at school, Jeffrey receives a rather unusual order from Mr Penderwick, which he turns down. Or does he... (Note: I don't own anything.)

Skye, Jeffrey, and a bright red plastic kazoo. Just a short one-shot that popped into my head the other night. I hope you enjoy it! (Note: I don't own anything.)

Five and a half years after Point Mouette, Skye and Jeffrey are having some scheduling difficulties. When they run into each other in Boston, however, chaos ensues. After all, that's life, right? (Note: I don't own anything.)

This is a story based on the Astaire/Rogers film Shall We Dance (1937). Basically, what could have happened if Linda had mustered up enough courage to unlock the door before Lady Tarrington arrived.