Jim Kirk will be the first to tell you: there's not much worse than a sick half-Vulcan. (Kirk/Spock, sickfic, established relationship, unapologetic fluff)

The "yes" is out of Jim's mouth before he can think about it. (Written for the K/S Advent Calendar. Kirk/Spock, first time, mild holiday theme, New Vulcan, jealousy, domestic fic, convenient bed sharing, lots & lots of UST)

Jim escapes to Iowa to avoid the media frenzy following the Narada incident, but a late-night miscommunication results in Spock turning up on his front porch. (Kirk/Spock, first time)

Sherlock gets a call one boring night from D.I. Lestrade that requires some...interesting experimentation. The game is on. With Sherlock now using his research as a guise to kiss his flatmate, he finds he's not the only one who wants to help solve the case. Will the feelings fall once the case is closed?

"I bought you some presents," Sherlock says quietly... When John opens the box he sees more purple, fabric around a cushion, and nestled in the center, like a ring would be, is a flash drive. (Another of my text message fics) (Slash)

"He should have taken one look at the set of the angel's shoulders, the inquisitive curiosity in bluer than blue eyes, the twitch of long, thin fingers and thought 'screw this, not worth it'. Except, the first thought he had upon seeing Cas was neither of these. Instead, it was 'There you are'." When you have little to lose, you fight to keep whatever is left. Destiel Dean/Castiel