As a result of Hojo's long-term, private experiments with Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal's fan clubs, Angeal is inundated with dog food, treats, and toys. Fortunately for him, he's away on a mission in Junon and doesn't have to deal with it. Sephiroth and Genesis think it's funny until Lazard tasks them with cleaning up the mess.

The entity that would one day become known as Jenova is extraterrestrial, alien. It's not like us, no matter how well it can camouflage itself. And it's hungry. (Note: This is a *very* experimental fic. It's unlikely to fit into any established fanon or conventional fan theories, and if it goes where I want it to go, it won't be pretty. You have been warned. :)

Once upon a time in his youth, Angeal posed as the centerfold for an obscure porn magazine. When he made SOLDIER First Class, Shinra decided to erase its history for PR reasons. A few years later, Reno and Rude find an old copy in a used bookstore and purchase it so it can be safely destroyed. This results in many more complications than if they'd just left it to molder there.

After coming across a description of a peculiar psychological disorder, Hojo investigates further by running some long-term, private experiments for his own amusement. He uses Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal's fan clubs as unwitting subjects.

On P3X-8522, SG-3 encounters a pushy salesman and a far-fetched pastiche of horror story props and clichés. The eternal quest for weapons to use against the Goa'uld gets a touch absurd. SG-3 fic: Colonel Makepeace, Lieutenant Johnson.

Colonel Makepeace rescues a kitten from a tree, with predictable results. Features Colonel Makepeace, Lieutenant Johnson, and Missy the Kitten.

SG-3 discovers that a desert planet isn't really as lifeless as it first appeared. Colonel Makepeace, Lieutenant Johnson, SG-3 fic.

SG-3. Friendly aliens. A nice planet. You know there's a catch, don't you? (SG-3 fic, Colonel Makepeace, Lieutenant Johnson)

The only thing Fai deplores more than Ashura's hobby of collecting disreputable grimoires of dubious provenance is Ashura's tendency to try out the spells in those weird and hoary tomes. Cleanup duty is just so much work. (Fai POV, standalone)

SG-3 is ambushed on a soggy planet where humans hold both an irresistible fascination and a nasty surprise for the native carnivores. SG-3 fic: Col. Makepeace, Lt. Johnson, Maj. Warren