Growing up in the Chateau Blanc, Sarah knew she had two roads in her life. Both contained fame, long hours of practice. She never meant to be the King's Companion, the mistress of Goblin King. Being the Kings Mistress never worked out for any woman in history. It was a constant game of push and pull between them, magnets that couldn't escape each other.

AU: In a world of falling birthrates. Sarah finds herself thrust into a role of a handmaiden at the House of Lutin. In a strange station of handmaiden and the Lord's next wife, she lives a life she never expected for herself. Darker theme. Lutin is French for Goblin. Inspired by the Handmaids Tale, by Margaret Atwood.

A story about Danny and what happened after he said goodbye. Rated for language. Songfic.

Mr. Monk is alarmed when he notices a man following him. It gets worse when he discovers that this man may be involved in a violent robbery. But when Monk's life is threatened by an unknown foe, the man offers to help him. Should he trust this man? Is he really as bad as he seems? And who wants Monk dead? Monk: pre-season eight. Person of Interest: pre-Shaw ON HIATUS

I would be lying if I said I wasn't afraid of him. I was, and he knew I was. Being married to Calvin Candie was like walking on broken glass your whole life. One misstep and you're in deep trouble. Really deep trouble. Calvin/OC.

Maddy should have gotten on that plane. She should have.

*ON HIATUS/ SPORADIC UPDATES* Danny Archer didn't die.A few years later he is living in Cape Town,trying to forget the past:especially a certain Maddy what happens when an American Embassy worker turns up with some very important news concerning Maddy?and where does this leave Archer? All reviews welcome!

'In another life' Danny Archer and Maddy Bowen might have stood a fighting chance. But what if they had that chance in this one? And what hurdles might Africa throw in their path?

BLOOD DIAMOND "In another life, maybe," said Danny Archer to Maddy Bowen, although they both longed for an alternative. If circumstances had been different, perhaps the smuggler and the journalist could have had a chance to follow their hearts...