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"A Place Called Home;" Collection; Kim Richey; 2004

Title: A Place Called Home
Genre: Firefly; Mal/Inara fic
Rating: PG
Timeline: Immediately after TBDM
Note: This is the second version.

( A Second One )

Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis of course, and no money was made from this drabble. No copyright infringement is intended and any similarity to any other story not my own is coincidence.
Title: Three Kisses
Spoilers: General Season 3
Genre: Sparky drabble, angst
Rating: PG
Timeline: Sometime in the future after season 3


Their first kiss was nothing life altering; the stars didn’t stand still, there were no fireworks, and the heavens didn’t tremble. John had merely brushed his lips briefly against the warm skin of Elizabeth’s forehead. It had been a friendly gesture; a kiss hello after his return from his court martial hearings for disobeying Landry’s orders when they had fought to get the city back from the Asurans.

The second kiss was unexpected, brought on by the giddy euphoria of having survived an attempted bombing of the city. It had been passionate, and hungry, and over all too quickly. Afterwards, John and Elizabeth had agreed that it had meant nothing, a natural reaction to the heat of the moment, and something that would never be repeated.

Their third kiss was tender and quiet, a simple goodbye to possibility as John and Elizabeth danced at her wedding. And it was life altering…

Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind, and all the grand high mucky mucks of course. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this little ficlit. Any similarity to any other fic not my own is coincidence.

Title: Untitled
Genre: Family Fluff; Richard/Kahlan; Richard POV
Rating: G
Timeline/spoilers: Post series
Notes: Written for "trick or treat" meme. Oh, and yes, it really is just a little piece of silly fluff.



( Fluffy sweet like cotton candy... )

Disclaimer: I don't own SGA of course, if I did, this would never, ever happen. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.




Title: Not All Love is Unrequited
Rating: PG
Genre: SGA ficlit; John/Teyla; John/Elizabeth angst
Timeline: Sometime early season 4
Note: *HR ducks the possibility of hurtling stones*


( I pissed off the smut bunnies... )

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Title:If You Wanna Know
Genre: Firefly; Kaylee/Simon
Rating: Oh so fluffy G *grin*
Timeline: Sometime after TBDM
Note: Warning: high fluffly sugar content. *grin*

( Ahhh... sugar shock )

Disclaimer: Bones belongs to Hart Hanson, Kathy Reichs, and all the grand high mucky mucks of course. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this little ficlit. Any similarity to any other fic not my own is coincidence.

Title: Extraordinary
Genre: Bones; Max and Seeley; mention of Seeley/Temperance
Rating: G
Timeline/spoilers: Set a few months after the season 6 finale; very definite spoilers for the last few seconds of the finale.
Notes: Written for the bitesize_bones's Comment Meme with no Theme. Prompt from sheytune Booth and Max: reaching an agreement

( Cut for spoilers )

Disclaimer: Jim Henson's not mine. No copyright infringement intended, no money made, and any similarities to stories not my own are coincidence.




Title: First Dance
Genre: Farscape drabble
Rating: G
Note: Just a little drabble about D'Argo(J&A's son) and his wife at his wedding; D's POV


I watched my father take my mother into his arms and lead her out into the dance area. Their dance was slow, and perfect, and graceful with a lifetime of steps learned together.

“Do you think that’ll be us someday; that we’ll find the place they’re at?” Allara asked as she settled beside me.

“No,” I responded looking away from my parents and over to my new bride. I smiled as she gave me a look. “We’ll have to find our own place, but don’t worry,” I continued, giving her a kiss. “I have an excellent map.”

I kissed Allara again and drew her close to me before looking back to where my parents were dancing.

“And my Dad taught me how to always look for the brightest star to guide me.”

I looked back to my wife and kissed her once more before leading her into our first dance together…

Disclaimer: Legend of the Seeker belongs to Terry Goodkind and all the grand high mucky mucks of ABC. No copyright infringement is intended, and no money was made from this. Any similarity to any story not my own is a coincidence. And all of this amounts to: just playing around here, please don't sue. *wry grin*

Title: Necktie
Genre: Legend of the Seeker; humor
Rating: PG-13; rated for implied sexual situations
Timeline: After the end of the series; so spoilers for Tears
Author's Notes: Written for the "Fine Print" challenge at legendland

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“Richard, what's happened? Where's the Sword? And why in the green blazes...” Zedd's distinctively clear voice trailed off into a nearly strangled sound. The scabbard in his hand came close to being dropped from his startled fingers, the loose belt with its buckle dangling and hitting his knee almost wildly.

“Zedd!” Echoing cries from the surprised couple entwined atop Kahlan's chair bounced around the empty hall.

“Oh my...” the flustered wizard managed to say before backing out of the audience chamber in a few stumbling strides. He closed the door behind himself and stared for a moment at the empty ring handle thumping woodenly in its place. Slowly, he replaced the untenanted scabbard back in the ring, its attached belt wound loosely around both it and the dark metal.

“Wizard's rule number sixty nine...”

Zedd smiled ruefully and shook his head.

“Newlyweds...”

Disclaimer: Joss is Boss! Seriously, Joss Whedon and the grand high Mucky Mucks own Firefly. I am making no money from this and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.

Title:If You Wanna Know
Genre: Firefly; Kaylee/Simon
Rating: Oh so fluffy G *grin*
Timeline: Sometime after TBDM
Note: This drabblit is in response to tracyj23's request from a post in my journal. It was supposed to be a drabble...but this is what happened. *grin* Warning: high fluffly sugar content. *grin*

( Ahhh... sugar shock )

Disclaimer: Joss is Boss. No copyright infringement is intended and no money was made from this of course. Any similarity to any other story but my own is a coincidence.

Title: Dandelion
Genre: Firefly; Malcolm/Kaylee friendship
Wordcount: (needed for challenge) 243
Rating: G
Timeline: Just sometime during the series
Author's Notes: This is just a little drabble for a fic challenge at legendland

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“Isn't she the most cunnin' little thing you ever saw?” Kaylee asked Malcolm, as giddily as you please.

Malcolm eyed the tiny kitten, last of her litter remaining in the box marked with an ever decreasing amount of yuan.

“Kaylee...”

“And don't she look just like a little bit of dandelion fluff, so soft and light. And what with her all yellow-bright like that, she reminds me of the wild flowers back home that my momma used to keep on the kitchen table.”

“On board ship ain't no place for a kitten,” Malcolm said firmly.

Kaylee turned bright eyes toward him and nodded. “Course Cap'n...” She took a small breath, trying to not look back at the small creature as it mewed softly. “Was just lookin,” she assured him. “Just lookin' is all, and thinkin' 'bout home... and... and things.”

Then, as if she couldn't quite help it, she gave one last look to the small creature and tried to hide a sigh before walking back in the direction of the ship. Malcolm watched her until she was well down the street before sighing himself. He reached down into the box to pick the little kitten up. He gave the small creature a look and then sighed again.

“You best be causin' no trouble on my ship,” he admonished the tiny bit of fluff as he dug out the yaun to pay the grinning vendor.