AU: In a galaxy where the Sith Empire is at war with the Republic, the fate of countless worlds rests with Obi-Wan Kenobi and his companions. Obidala.

"He leaves ruin in his wake. He's always known it. Widows. Orphans. He buries that part of his work. But he's never looked his wreckage in the eye." Frank Castle's simple mission is derailed when he encounters an enigmatic young girl who forces him to confront the aftermath of the punishment he doles out. Mostly Frank, but also a dose of Frank/Karen coming.

"Are you satisfied with an average life?" No. She isn't. So when the CIA tries to recruit Irene Acosta for their new women's program, she agrees. And when they give her a mission in Istanbul, she agrees. But then they tell her that she's working with a team-one East German, one KGB agent, and one American-and Irene isn't so sure about the extraordinary life anymore.

Wynonna and Doc take comfort in each other's arms. COMPLETE. R&R

Frank/Karen pairing. We're in for the long haul, folks. Frank and Karen keep running in to each other, and he helps her feel less lonely. She helps him name his dog. They're in love but know they can't admit it.

"She hadn't seen him since that night on the roof with the ninjas and Daredevil and the weirdness that was just her life. Even if she wouldn't admit it…she'd worried. Because Frank Castle deserved to have someone worry about him." (Revision complete as of 4/27)

Where she ventured, Death would follow.

When their covers are blown Illya, Solo, and Gaby find themselves in need of a place to lay low. luckily Illya has a safe house but isn't to keen on sharing this secret with his colleagues. If something were to go wrong he would be putting someone very close to his heart in danger.

She was just a kid when I first picked her up, like a bad habit. No, what I should say was that she picked me up, and I'm the bad habit, the bad influence, the big bad wolf... Rogan, slow burn, some smut starting at ch 25 and real smut posted soon! Companion fic is The Bad Habit, also rated M for smut