Well, this is just a little collection of either cliffies or bunnies, whatever you want to call them. I think they're more like cliffies, though, even though they are kinda short. A few of them will eventually be continued, maybe. Just as soon as my form of writers block finally decides to vacate.

And, I know some people wanted me to continue Oblivion, so I'm trying to work on that too. It's very tough to get out of that, "When it's done, it's done," attitude. ^^' Anyways, enjoy! :)

P.S., really sorry about the crumby titles!

1. Depression

Snowflakes fell like white teardrops from the forlorn sky, dismal and cold. New York City's now dim lights mingled with the snow crystals, making them glow and giving a slight, almost nonexistent, glimmer of hope to the man who sat dejected on the very edge of his balcony.

The snow covered his clothes, melting and refreezing in most places, and his teeth chattered. With morbid fascination, he watched his breath change into an icy fog before his vacant eyes.

Dangling his feet over the stone railing, he gazed down at the snow that formed a white blanket over the ground below him. Nothing was visible except the large expanse of an ivory sea, with very few cars, and even they melted in with the snow.

He knew that he should be inside, and that he should be sitting on the sofa of his apartment, drinking nice, hot, Italian roast coffee. If Peter saw him outside like this, he would probably yell at him and threaten to throw him back in prison.

Peter.

Peter was probably still mad at him for causing this whole mess, anyway. First Kate, now Mozzie...Everything was his fault. If he hadn't gone looking for Kate, if he had just told everyone that he didn't have the music box, she wouldn't have been killed. He should have been on the plane with her, that way Mozzie would never have been shot. Anyway he looked at it, the problems all started with his own actions, his own, stupid, brash actions.

Peter will probably send me back to prison, Neal thought, a joyless laugh escaping from his lips. I wouldn't blame him.

He closed his eyes, thinking back to Kate's death. His body shook even more as he remembered the explosion, the loud, blinding explosion that sent his world crashing down into devastation. Then he remembered Mozzie, who was lying in a hospital bed dying because of him. If he hadn't been so intent on revenge...Now a new scene flashed through his mind: Peter, yelling at him through prison bars, with no sympathy, compassion, or forgiveness in his eyes, as though he didn't even care.

A single tear slid down his cheek, freezing quickly, and he opened his eyes, staring back at the snow-covered ground.

If I died, it wouldn't matter, he thought. I could just...gently slide off the edge and be buried in the snow. No one would notice me missing, no one would care...

A tremor shook his body, and he could feel his consciousness fading.

I am nothing, he thought as he closed his eyes. Just as he drifted into unconsciousness, he could feel his body begin to slip off the balcony...

This one is something that may be continued in the near future. But I'm not really good with that emotional stuff, so it might be a while.

Anyways, please read and review!

Rachel