I am no longer updating this list, but I will keep it in case it's useful to anyone.
( Fic hereCollapse )
“I need not wonder long,” he said, viciously low, “what sin has barred me from your sister’s hand; but ’pon my soul, Marcus, I had never imagined you to be quite so extraordinary a hypocrite.”
The Earl’s face did not change even now. He answered gently, “No, dear Robert; you only seem to have imagined me a fool.”
Spring, 1941. Dunworthy's time is running out.
I’m Catherine, by the way. I’m 47, I’m divorced, I live with my sister, who’s a recovering heroin addict. I have two grown-up children. One dead and one who doesn’t speak to me. And I have a grandson.
"She says she wishes I hung out with a better crowd," Simon admits, fiddling with the tassel on his jacket.
"There is no better crowd," Pest insists.
Simon looks up through his flopping fringe and grins. "That's what I told her."
Ekaterin and Aral have a late night conversation, with babies.
The Bowerbird wasn't playing fair; Jack couldn't debate these pieces of paper. He couldn't tell pieces of paper and a growing pile of feathers that he, too, remembered the rare treat that was eating a single piece of tropical fruit in the heavy heat of a Christmas afternoon, stickying his best suit of clothes, which had been so clean and pressed for church that morning.
(In which Inspector Jack Robinson is having a fairly uneventful year, divorce notwithstanding, until he acquires a lady doctor for a drinking buddy and receives a series of flirtatious notes from a jewel thief.)
Tony really didn't want to go home or deal with the rest of the world, not when he could stay in bed with Lee all day. Unfortunately, the rest of the world had other ideas.
They said, afterwards, that they’d done clerical work at Bletchley. They said that they were friends. Both were a little bit true.
An AU in which Keith Windham does not escape capture in Edinburgh.
An old case is revived for MIT and Janet has to follow a trail left in the records by four mysterious women from the Fifties.
When Elijah Baley and Daneel Olivaw are kidnapped by a mad scientist, they find themselves in an intolerable situation that forces them both to confront certain truths about their relationship. Set immediately after "Robots of Dawn."
You can ask plenty of members of the Metropolitan Police who will assert that it’s my stupid ideas that get me in trouble (especially, to pick an example entirely at random, newly-minted DCI Stephanopoulos) but they’re wrong. Okay, they’re mostly wrong.
Or: Peter can rationalize himself into anything, given long enough. Including a crush on his senior officer.
One man can alter the course of history. A random encounter leads Duv Galeni to change his mind and return to Komarr.