Sherlock can't take the train wreck that is his mind anymore. Old habits die hard, and Sherlock begins to wonder if this time will be the last time. He wonders if this time the cocaine will be too much for his system to take. He's calculated his odds, but for once, the world's only consulting detective missed a variable, and his name is John Watson...

It was supposed to be just another job. Just another hunt. Just another bit of distraction. But all of that comes crashing down when the face Dean's been longing to see mysteriously reappears, and this time, he's not going to let her get away without getting a few answers of his own. M for later chapters.

Ginny must come to terms with the fact Harry turned her away. But it doesn't stop the longings. If she can't hold him, can she have his kiss? Songfic, oneshot

"He heard her voice inside his head, pinging off the inside of his skull, frazzling into static at the edges of his brain. Exposed in the sun, the heat helped to dissolve his thoughts. He sunk deep into the physicality of his surroundings and his own flesh and tried not to think anymore, but somehow, every sight, every sound, could still remind him of her." A look inside "Them"

"What could he say really? All he could feel was actual happiness and relief. He knew what he wanted, but the shyness and uncertainty had returned. He leaned against the doorframe and stared at her steadily, waiting for the silence to break, or maybe it never would, and that would have been ok too, but she was better with words than he would be." A reworking of 'Coda'.

"She'd pushed him to the breaking point, but right as his pieces began to shatter and spill onto the dirt, she'd caught him in her arms, physically holding him together like nothing else in the world had ever been this important. For once in his entire life, he had someone to hold him together." A look inside "Coda".

"Looks like I'm not the only one with something to hide." The accent in her voice seemed to become more pronounced just a little as the volume of her speech dropped. "We all got something to hide," Dean said with a slight shrug. "The only difference is from who and how much." Dean/OC one-shot M for a reason.

He was pretty sure nobody had ever touched him like this. The last time someone had hugged him…he was pretty sure his ma had still been alive. This was all softness, warmth, and stability. Beneath the cloud of smoke and whiskey's sour tang he could smell her, strawberries, honeysuckles, and clean cotton. AU Bethyl oneshot minus the ZA

"The world had shown its hand over and over again, its desire to push him to the breaking point, its willingness to take without remorse the only things Rick had left in the world to make the next heartbeat worth feeling. Now it was time to push back. It was time he stop worrying, and he start using what he'd been gifted with to defend what was his." Rick's POV through parts of "A"

"I knew that bastard felt something. He had to. He was human. He couldn't just stand there and stare at what we'd lost and not feel something. I knew him better than he thought I did. I knew him from the farm. When the ice had begun to thaw and his heart had begun to beat." One-shot from Beth's POV during her fight with Daryl in "Still." R&R if you please!

"He wanted to say something to bring her around, to force her to keep moving. He wanted to make her tears stop. He didn't want her to hurt, but he had nothing left to give. She finally stared at him, tears streaking down her face as the pain of everything that they'd been through finally slammed her all at once." Explores the Daryl and Beth part of "Inmates" R&R if you please!