WARNING, DEPRESSING STORY. Angela and Tony deal with another September 11th. Jonathan was killed in one of the Towers. I wrote this last year under duress. The Muse would not be denied. This work stands alone, in no other work of mine would I use this story line.

Why have only one alternative to season eight? For angst lovers everywhere.

Bits and pieces of fluff that do not advance the plot of "The Season Eight That Lives in My Head...".

A reworking of the end of "Wedding Bells?"

Tony and Angela celebrate 30 years together.

It's been a little rainy around here recently, I decided to put it to good use. I think this is a present day fic; it's definitely not a piece of Season 8 as I just checked those files and found a second (well first since it was written before this one) thunderstorm ficlet.

A surprise piece I had no idea I was going to write. Present day, angsty, sniffly; started under the premise of: What if Tony didn't return to Connecticut at the end of "Savor the Veal"?