Sometimes answers can be found not in sound and fury, but in the silence between. Set after "Black Book". Nat/Con.

The weeks that Stephen had taken off after Colima had been plagued with those dreaded hours of knowing. Knowing that tomorrow could be the day it ended. Post-Series

He fears indulging that secret beast too often, as it occasionally breaks its leash, leading to eruptions when unbidden.

Even Cinderella had to scrub a few floors before getting to the palace. Eva-centric.

Eventually he would be hers to open. Even if she had to forge a signature. COMPLETE.

Someone's at Natalie's door...

Stephen confonts an old enemy, much to the horror and amusement of his collegues.

Everyone needs a Superhero

Frank, hot sauce & Christmas.

“It’s starting to rain silly” she whispered, giggling against his cheek.

Someone wise had once noted that it should be illegal for two people as stubborn as Stephan Connor and Natalie Durant to reproduce. Miles McCabe was slowly beginning to understand what that meant.

You won't let me go, will you? she asked, the question betraying all the insecurities she had tried to bury along with her past.

If I should die before I wake, It’s ‘cause you took my breath away, Losing you is like living in a world with no air

Should there exist a position above Ice Queen, I would come highly recommended for the post.

School taught him the ‘I before E’ rule. The exceptions were bothersome.

Zaedah's contributions to the TVChick08 Hundred Prompts Challenge. [ConNat]

Every experiment requires a trigger to produce evidence of the hypothesis.

I'm going to try and write 100 drables, in no particular order. mostly Nathen, with some Meva.

Such was the danger of becoming entangled with a clever woman.

She swore he looked like an angel... an angel with the devil’s temperament. Final chapter posted.

Those who have fought to stay on this cliff with me tend to fall. Slightly AU.

If angry stares could burst bubbles, there’d have been a sud mass murder.

Eva pulled out her secret weapon, the smile that melted men into puddles. Even the emotionally distant ones.

I’m still learning. And there’s no room for that here...Miles fic.

Was it wrong to smile like a thoroughly stoned, certifiable lunatic while compiling death rate data?