The stranger was several inches taller than Jo, brown-haired and blue-eyed and scruffy around the jaw line, and fortunately a lot more British-sounding than Zane or she might have wondered just what message the universe was trying to send her.

Buffy frowned, squinting at the stranger with the goatee hovering behind Giles' shoulder. "Um. How many days of sleep deprivation does it take before you start hallucinating?"

Non-Rangers who know anything about the Drift tend to assume that compatibility at its finest means Rangers who make no distinction between themselves and their co-pilots. That's true; but it's also only half the story.

"Let's go steal a Jaeger," Parker said, smiling a wolf's smile.

COMPLETE. "Such was the defeat of the rulers of Xibalba: accomplished only through wonders, only through self-transformation." (A season 3 fixit AU containing past Tom/Anne; developing Tom/Pope; and background Hal/Maggie).

It takes more than a name, or an axe, or a bow. (An Unconventional Happy Ending fic).

Four times Ichabod was caught off guard by modern technology, and one time he took Abbie back to the basics.

Ichabod's eyes widened as he took in the frosted landscape. "Lovely," he said, "but not the best weather for maneuvers. Not even in a motorized carriage, I take it."

To a mind trained to pluck at every loose thread, Blake's story was so obviously a false front that it was beginning to make John wonder if it was hiding something else altogether.

Vala knew the woman in the flattering black dress and aptly named stiletto heels for what she was the instant she spotted her across the crowded room.

I am Loki of Asgard, little god. Imprison me if you dare.

Daryl hadn't been very impressed with her, at first: a tiny little blonde who maybe came up to his chin. Had to be pure luck she'd even survived long enough to be found.

Now that she was out of the psych ward for good, there was a call Jenny needed to make.

Sophie was there for the art. Anya was there for the money. But for both of them, giving up the life didn't mean giving up the instincts.

Neal sat back, staring at Elizabeth's guest wide-eyed. "Mozzie will never believe this... or maybe he will. Don't tell me, the organization you work for really is a secret conspiracy spanning centuries?"

A Headless Horseman? Really? This was the last time Lionel agreed to run errands for Glasses and his sidekick.

Freedom is about making choices, Harry. Not having choices made for you.

1600 words, one-shot. Harry, on assignment for the Order post-Hogwarts, stumbles across the Society for Creative Anachronism.