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AFTER MIDNIGHT - Atira Kei (Highlander)

Duncan Macleod of the Clan Macleod was exhausted. He couldn't remember a time when he felt this defeated... this betrayed. Behind him, he could hear Dawson calling out, pleading to make things as they were before... their friendship... and more. But it couldn't be as it was before, not for awhile, not until he could forgive himself.

RING AROUND THE ROSIE - Alyce (Pro's)

I had happened once or twice before in his life, so Ray Doyle didn't panic when, at first, he couldn't remember where he was, or what time of day it was or for that fact, what day it actually was....

GHOST IN THE MACHINE - Killashandra (Voyager/K/S)

Sometimes the things we do come back to haunt us.... Literally.

If there's one thing prison teaches you, it's this: in the end there's always a payback, and -nothing we do come free. The shadows of the choices we've made never entirely disappear, even on the brightest day. Call it kismet if you want. Whatever you call it, it's something we've al had to learn, out here seventy thousand light years from home. Your ghosts will follow you no matter how far you run. And sometimes it's the ghost you least expected....

CHIVALRY AND SEDUCTION - Atira Kei (Highlander)

"Get someone in," Methos replied as he snuggled down into the leather couch.

Duncan sighed, examining the fan of color samples he held one more time, then put them aside. No one was in the mood to discuss the Highlander's project, the restoration of an old house. Even Macleod himself was losing interest. Perhaps in a few days he'd think about it again.

"I was thinking about going to Joe's," Duncan thought out loud. "He's got a new band tonight.

He doesn't even know you're in town. It'll be a great surprise. Want to come along?"

THE LESSON - Khylara (Muncle)

Napoleon Solo nodded, a smile plastered on his face as he poured another glass of champagne for the woman next to him. She giggled, babbling that she had already had too much, that she usually didn't drink, that she had no idea what she was doing. Napoleon just wished she would stop talking!

A DANGEROUS DANCE - Cyber Gremlin (Nash Bridges)

"All right, people, settle down and listen up!" Lt. A.J. Shiragawa threw case folders onto the table in front of the rowdy SIU crew. Everyone chatted and joked, still wound up from Detective Messer's wedding reception the night before. The fact that several of his officers looked as if they'd come straight from the party wasn't lost on the lieutenant....

SINS OF THE PAST - Scott Hunter (Wiseguy/Highlander)

"It's over, Frank." Dan Burroughs hoped the man found comfort in that, at least. "Yeah, I know, Uncle. I kinda liked this job." Frank McPike sighed as he thought about the change he was about to make. "Hell, I kinda like this life."

"So you're moving on, again?" Dan already knew the answer but had hoped McPike would stay just a little longer. "Come on, Frank, we've both lost a friend and now with you leaving it's like I'm losing two...."

OLD FRIENDS - Brennan O'Hare (Sentinel/Highlander)

Methos shifted his book-laden backpack, making the load more comfortable. A bit of fog wafted through the cold night, giving it a bit of mystery. He smiled at the thought. With a sigh, he trudged toward Sammy's, the local student hangout, to grab a quick beer before heading back to his temporary digs.

The tingly warning of another immortal close by crept up the back of his neck. Methos slowed, eyes scanning the darkened street looking for its source....

THE STALKER - Susan Sicafoosh (X-Files)

I have to be quiet, can't let him know I'm even here. I wonder what Scully would say if she knew I was...stalking Skinner. I wonder what HE'D say!

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THE MATTER OF TRUST AFFAIR" - Meryn Marks (Muncle)

The suspension and investigation took all of three days, from the first sign of heightened internal security, through the detention and questioning, with suspension pending further investigation and finally.... Everything rescinded, as if it had not happened.

INVESTING IN THE FUTURE - Scott Hunter (Pro's)

His name was William Andrew Phillip Bodie although a few people actually dared call him Andy. Fewer still tried to get him to answer to Phillip. NO ONE called him William more than once. Ever. This was one of the first thing every newcomer in the camp learned.

When he deigned to answer, to both friends and enemies alike, it was to the name of Bodie. No one knew why he chose that particular appellation over three other perfectly good names and Bodie wasn't the type to explain.

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