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STORMS - Delaine (War of the Worlds)

Heat lightning flashed, hanging the night with silent blue-white veils, briefly lining the nightscape in eerie relief. The humid air lay oppressively hot over the cottage, putting even the steadiest nerves on edge.

THE RAPE OF SUNNY CROCKET - Mikki Cruz & Susan K. Dundas (Miami Vice)

It took only a few minutes for the drug-dealers and erstwhile gun-runners to surrender, save for the two who lay dying and the third who was already dead. A real waste of time . . . .

ONCE IS NOT ENOUGH - Delaine (Counterstrike)

The long eyelashes fluttered, unveiling glassy, grey eyes. "Uhh," the blond groaned, trying to focus on the dark haired man kneeling before him.

LOVING YOU - Jude (Professionals)

Bodie dashed into his flat and headed for the bathroom. Closing and bolting the door behind him. He had to wish to speak to the man who was following. Doyle in this sort of mood wasn't pleasant.

THERE ARE NO FOOTPRINTS IN SIDEWALKS - Natasha Barry (Thunderheart)

The stoic figure was at the front door. "You are under arrest."

"What?" Ray Levoi's instant grin changed to one of confusion.

"Says here on this computer printout," the Sioux was pretending to read from a scrap of paper.

A TOUCH OF BLUE - Alice Hooker (T.J. Hooker)

"Home?! You call that crummy motel room home, Hooker?" Corrigan grinned, only too willing to give up pursuing his concerns for Romano. "And I'll say it again: move in with me.

I've got a big place, a room going to waste."

CROSSED SIGNALS - Leah Starsky (Quantum Leap)

I never considered our tastes in women to be similar, or expected it to come to the point of out-and-out competition. Especially with my nose-in-his-work scientist best friend. But there were, vying for the same luscious female.

TO RIDE A DRAGON - Anne Fairchild (DS9)

The Promenade was not particularly crowded on a mid-week afternoon and it didn't take long before Dr. Julian Bashir had the slightly unnerving feeling he was being observed again.

He paused to gaze in a shop window, stealing a glance in the reflective glass. Bashir sighed. Yes, it was Garak.

A SMALL PRICE TO PAY - Scott Hunter (Professional's)

"Sorry, Father," the repentant figure looked anything but as he stood up and shook the young priest's hand. "Seems you're always on standby when I ask for someone."

OUT FROM UNDER COVER - Jonni Corday (Starsky & Hutch)

The dark-haired cop looked into the mirror above the bar and was irritated again to see that he fit right in, shaggy hair, blue eyes and all. He took a gulp of his beer and grimaced into the depths of the alps as one of the men walking past fingered his ass.

NIGHT SWEATS - H. R. Radei (Blake's 7)

Avon screamed at least in his mind. Excruciating pain flooded his brain. Once again it was the same alas. The black vision that ate into his soul and would give no peace . . . .

A NEW AWAKENING - Mary Millard (Man from U.N.C.L.E.)

Slouched in the chair at the hospital bedside, Illya Kuryakin idly wondered what day it was. Wednesday, he guessed, though he really wasn't certain. It seemed like weeks had passed since he'd begun his vigil,the days and nights all becoming one.

ART

POETRY

Frankel

October 1994