He had never expected her to be a whiz at the home-ec stuff, but this was taking it a bit far. Radioactive eggs... Yum. AHP-universe. Dedicated to PUCKABRINALOVER. (Note: I don't own anything.)

She has years of Brenda Tifton's conditioning to undo, and this seems like the best place to start. After all, spoiled wedding cake must be some sort of bad omen, right? (Note: I don't own anything.)

As a rule, stargazing was one of the most romantic ways to end a first date. Apparently that rule didn't hold true when the date was with Skye Penderwick… K for a kiss. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Sometimes she couldn't help but wish she could just click her boots together and be home, just for one night. But there was hell to prevent, and she had volunteered to do just that. Oz would have to wait. T for one use of H-E-double hockey sticks. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"I can't talk now. The meteorlogy majors are trying to get blown off the roof." He had been trying to ask her out for years, really. Maybe he needed to change his method.

The list of reasons why could go on and on forever, but the simple fact remained that Valentine's Day was quite possibly Skye Penderwick's least favorite day of the year. Forget love, it's time to spread some realism around... (Note: I don't own anything.)

"This year we're celebrating Samhain as it was meant to be celebrated!" ... "That's funny... I thought we were celebrating Halloween." A series of 100-word drabbles surrounding our favorite characters on one of my favorite days of the year. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"She catches one drunk off guard, and suddenly she's the adorable Amazon and I'm the 98 pound weakling." … "You only weigh 98 pounds?" Skye defends herself and Jeffrey gets beaten up over it. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"Are you telling me that you want to revert to the married life of a 1950s sitcom couple just because you toss and turn in your sleep?" Two months after their marriage, Skye decides it might be best for Jeffery if she got her own bed. He disagrees. T for very slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Seeing as there was no older brother to fill the role, it was only natural that Jeffrey Tifton would take the place as boyfriend-threatener. Of course, it's all fun and games until suddenly he's the boyfriend. And the threatener. At the same time. Just a fun Jeffrey-goes-crazy fic because he's so cute! T for very slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"I can't believe I'm doing this. I CANNOT BELIEVE that I am doing this." Apparently a weakness for hockey players runs in the family. Or maybe it's just a weakness for shin guards... T for catcalls. CH 5 & 6 up! (Note: I don't own anything.)

"Are you telling me that if I kissed you right now it wouldn't be awkward?" "Try it." Two dates gone horribly wrong and one that made up for all of it. T for some breifly mentioned outrageous party behavior. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Rosy had Anna, Jane had the world, and Batty still confided in the animals that sat on her bed. But Skye was more private, more guarded, and her secrets would go with her to the grave. (Note: I don't own anything.)

"We're being written out of the story, Skye. We're being left behind." ... "Don't be silly: If anyone's doing the leaving, it's us." (Note: I don't own anything. If I did, Penderwicks 4 and 5 would be written in the same POV as 1, 2, and 3.)

He knows he must look ridiculous, walking an invisible woman to the couch, but out of the corner of his eye he can see her daughter smiling, so he just takes a seat on the opposite end and continues. If Skye wants him to meet her mother, then-no doubt about it-he is going to meet her mother. T for one moment of slight suggestiveness. (Note: I don't own anything.)

A small part of her knew it couldn't last forever. From the very first moment she met him, she knew they were from different worlds and that the chances of those spheres overlapping for longer than an instant were astronomically small. She knew she only had him for a finite amount of time, and she planned on enjoying every moment of it. (Note: I don't own anything.)

AU: 1960s Skyffrey. They meet at a Civil Rights demonstration. He is fighting a war for improvement, and she is improving their chances of fighting-and winning-a nuclear war. Things are changing faster than ever before, and they are just glad to be a part of it. T for slight language. (Note: I don't own anything.)

There are just some things that you never do. Like putting tin foil in the microwave... But apparently Jeffrey Tifton didn't get the memo, because there he is, carrying a drum set into the living room, despite his two-month-old son and very hormonal wife. A peek into a blistering hot August day that brought two big changes into the Tifton household. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Friendship, love, and marriage. A short one-shot recounting Skye and Jeffrey's three different kinds of close encounters. (Note: I don't own anything.)

Of course it would happen in a bowling alley. She had never had any luck bowling. Einstien claimed that you can't blame gravity for falling in love, but Skye Penderwick was more than willing to try. Sorry, Einstien. This one is beyond even you. T just in case. Chapter 3 is up now! (Note: I don't own anything.)