A bit of familial love. I hope you all enjoy. It is not my leaf pile, but I can't help jumping in it.

Yes, The title refers to the original series. In this universe Star Trek: Into Darkness has just happened. Hermione and Spock meet up. Both their lives are changed. This isn't my starship, I'm just taking it for a spin. I always wanted to see the universe up close.

I've decided to set my drabbles free. They aren't all beautiful. They aren't even trying to be. Some you will love, and some only I love. None of them are created in my sandbox, but I love building with the sand.

Hermione falls in love with a muggle. Harry is being stalked by Narcissa. Ron thinks he has a chance to win Hermione back. Nothing is exactly as it seems. It's not my garden, but I love making flower crowns.

This is a post war AU. Things are not tied up in a pretty bow. Everyone is a mess.

Some people never go crazy, What truly horrible lives they must live. -Charles Bukowski They aren't my characters, but I just had to play with them.

This is a story about second chances and sacrifice. I wasn't planning on posting this now, but events conspire at times. Once again, this is not my sandbox, but I so love building castles.

Beltane Magic is rampant as Hermione and Draco figure out what family really means.

A bit of Valentine fluff inspired by a mood board Trinkisme posted on Tumblr. I hope you enjoy it. It's not my sand box, just another castle.

This is what comes of my sudden urge to play with my plot bunnies. I hope you enjoy it. It's not my leaf pile, but i love jumping in it like a deranged toddler.

This was mostly written for sheer absurdity. Several of my readers seemed a bit down this holiday season. I wanted them to have something fun. Not my sandbox.

Okay, a reader planted a plot bunny. I loved it. An older Buffy winds up with a new team and the adventures begin. Joss owns everything. I just borrow them to amuse my own sick self.

Hermione helps Draco avoid an arranged marriage. This is not my beach, but I enjoy building castles.

A feel good story about the perils of dressing up and falling down, music and minstrel shows, true friendship and liberating love. This is not my Renaissance Festival, but I love dressing up. It's too fun.

A dark ghost story. I do mean dark. Not my pumpkin, I just love carving it.

Benjy Fenwick has forgotten how to live, but a quirk of magic gives him a second chance. Learning to live is a bit more complicated than he imagined. Not my leaf pile, but I love jumping in it.

This is what happens when I rearrange my poetry shelves. It's fairly accessible. I didn't drag out some obscure Spenserian reference. My muse is possessed of a most fickle nature. Hope you like it. Not my sandbox, just playing.

The War is over. The remnants of the dark and the light are both tired. Society falls under the Ministry's control. Freedom is an illusion for everyone. This is not my leaf pile, I just keep jumping in it.

This one is for Not Romeo's Juliette. It's a little story about a lot of love. It is not my snow filled yard, but I'm building the fort anyway.

This is a story inspired by Trinkisme's The Summer Queen. There are a few light Potter references, but this work exists in the universe she created. It's a castle at the edge of the sand box, but it's still someone else's sand.