"Maybe - Maybe you're immune?" He'd heard the rumors, everyone had, that some people were completely immune to the infection and he was pretty sure that every one of them was a load of shit.

She was uncomfortable. Her skin was crawling, still buzzing with the aftershocks of her rebirth, her clothes were too tight, and her hearts beat triple-time in her chest.

A place where I can store ideas for fics that I'll probably never dedicate the time to really fleshing out. Let me know if you want to make any of these into a full story.

Everything felt almost normal. And that felt wrong. Angst and Fluff. Harmony.