Gentle. That was the word the monster had used. Will would hold onto that word as if it were the only thing in the universe. Because it was gentle. Each skim of lips and trace of tongue, each brush of fingers and dip of hips were nothing but gently maddening, sending Will so far into himself that he thought he would never be found again.

In the year 1938, the Nazi's are slowly taking over a small town in Germany. Kurt and his step-brother Finn must find a way out, using the help of a young Nazi soldier. They must put all of their faith into this single person, and leave all they have behind on a journey to escape Germany and take a ship to America. (This is also a Dalton Fanfic, from CP Coulter.)

When Earth is under attack in a universal war, Sherlock Holmes drops his detective work and goes under cover as a spy named Khan Noonien, for an agency created by his brother, Mycroft. When things take a turn for the worse, Sherlock is stored in a cryer tube, and wakes up 300 years later.