With thanks to Prim-Rue94 :)

Thanks also go to Anon Reader for the prompts of Hope, Baby, and Love, and for all of you marvellous people who alerted/favourited/reviewed/any combination of the three. I love every last one of you.

For Dale and Joké, for providing me with 150 four-letter words, 120 of which will probably make an appearance

I don't own anything you recognise :)


When she whispered it to him, standing on that bomb, his heart had exploded into too many emotions to count.

There was elation – because she finally said those three little words that he had said to her time and time again. To hear it dropping from her lips full of sincerity, adoration and feeling. To hear what he already knew confirmed. To hear it made it real.

There was terror – because he knew that she was convinced she wouldn't survive. It scared him that this remarkable, maddening, challenging, frustrating woman was giving up. The Kate Beckett he knew did not give up. The Kate Beckett he knew fought til the last breath – or at least, the last cup of coffee.

And there was love – because who couldn't love this caring, beautiful woman whose tears he couldn't wipe away for fear of her splitting into a billion tiny pieces scattered all over New York, but eternally embedded in his heart.

Love, because he loved her.

Love, because she loved him.

Love, because as long as they had each other, nothing could stand in their way.


Fluffiness for you all :D

I have decided (with Prim-Rue94's help) that updates shall be every Wednesday, although there may be additional updates because I have become hooked on this. Particularly as most of them are easy to write on a bus or something...

I'd love to hear your thoughts!

Toodle pip, mes amis

~wolfergirl