Just a collection of drabbles. I own precisely none of the characters mentioned within. The majority of these are completely unbeta'd. I've had some of them lying around since 2005 - read and laugh at the atrocity!

i. home

He steps off the plane carrying a duffel bag in each hand. His skin is vaguely tanned from months somewhere in the Mediterranean but the purple circles surrounding his eyes belie the wide smile. He’s exhausted and just wants to go home and collapse into his own bed for thirty-six hours, but when he sees her - her green eyes, her infectious grin, her mane of curly, chestnut hair flying in every direction in the cold November wind - he knows he’s home. She stands there smiling as he drops his bags in his haste to reach her.