Robbie has taken a holiday to visit his son, but his mind is back in Oxford, along with his heart.

Post S7 Robbie and Laura. A bit of fluff.

This is my first attempt at FanFiction. It's just a little Robbie/Laura one-shot. Set after series 7. Robbie gets enough courage one night to ask Laura an important question.

What they had was perfect and he had every intention of making her see, over time, that it was always going to be that way and the issue of fatherhood was irrelevant so long as he had her.

"He doesn't need looking after," Hathaway says promptly. "He's perfectly fine. Told me so the minute he got in the car this morning." (Lewis Hathaway, pre-slash. Originally published May 2012.)

To see her, taste her, touch her, hear her, smell her I would crawl over broken glass. She is the only woman I have ever needed and the only one I ever will because she is sense-sational.

Tonight I hope I've proved once and for all that she never has anything to worry about, that I am hers regardless of who or what might come along? How could I not be when everything I am and everything I ever want to be is so completely tied up in her?

If she ever allows me to show them all how much I love her and that's she's mine it will be so different every triumph and every moment of pain that she has will be mine too now and for always.

Some changes sneak up on you gradually, until one day you realise that something new began long ago without you noticing: acceptance, forgiving, boredom, growing old. Robbie would never have thought relationships could work like that, but he thinks he might like it. (L/H slash, nothing even remotely graphic, rated T to be safe. One-shot.)

Slightly fluffy, slightly angsty, post series 7 (about three months after the end of the series) one-shot. SPOILERS FOR SERIES 7! Rated T for mention of sexual assault and suicide. Enjoy!

A possible continuation of The Falling Darkness. What could have happened after Robbie and Laura walked away from Ligeia Willard's funeral.

The previous night she'd stolen something she thought she had no right to, today she knew that not only had she not stolen anything that night but she had actually taken what she'd no idea she owned already and to be found out in that way made it all worthwhile.

The question was though how long that reprieve would last and what he was going to say when he was faced with the question again.

In future though I will definitely remember to make sure she's the first to know, my first call because she's the centre of my world and that's something I don't ever intend to forget again.

A late night, too much wine and some serious girl talk leads to admissions and interventions that could change everything.

The dangers of smoking are widely known, by smokers and non smokers alike. Detective Sergeant James Hathaway knows them, accepts them and lives with them. Except one. No one thought to warn about that one did they?

She has become his ever present pilot light meaning that no situation is ever too dark, that he knows is worth clinging to and he has no intention of ever letting go.

Closing the office door again she returned to the paperwork on her desk smiling at the difference half an hour could make, she'd still been in a foul mood when he walked in but now she had never felt more relaxed and she knew as long as she had him to manage her anger she could deal with anything.

He looked so ordinary.

Sitting by Robbie Lewis' bed side in a quiet hospital room in JR James thinks about the array of meanings to the word whatever.

Away back to a life without you, a life full of regrets and a life that will forever be haunted by the image of you and want I could still have.

Hathaway and Innocent have been kidnaped after going to see Lewis in hospital what will happen

Robbie sat down on the couch and stared at the spot where James had been sitting. He raised his hand to his lips where James had kissed him; his hands shook. What the hell had just happened? When James, a little drunk and tired, kisses an unsuspecting Robbie, the fall out is not what either expected. Note: This is NOT slash. It's about hard reality. It's not quite a fairy tale.

There are many exemplary police officers in England. James finds a worthy role model. 100-words exactly, not counting the author's note at the end.

As she closed her eyes and let the warm water wash over her, washing him away this time for good she felt confident that no matter what her punishment in the life beyond it would be worth it to finally feel able to move on in this one.