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Title: The Heart of the Woman

Author: bugs
Fandom: Downton Abbey (Yes, I'm officially writing for too many fandoms that I need to start marking this on each story. And I have like 100 different things I need to be writing for, wow, let's start on some new characters!)

Rating: K+

Word Count: 2,400

Pairing: Bates/Anna

Spoilers: S1 and S3
Summary: A courtship happens at tableside over teacups, mending, and poetry.
A/N: Some S1 UST and Highlands fluff to fight off any S4 blues.

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Thanks to the fabulous xf_is_love, I've been having some thinky thoughts of X-Files plots. But then the next question is...Er, did I already write that story? I'm rather notoriously vague and tend to plagiarize myself from said vagueness (Or Aussie, but she kindly doesn't mind) so I thought that I better read some of my old XF fics to make sure I wasn't trying to rewrite a story. *head, desk*

And ran across this fic. Rather ironic that among all the dark, angsty, artsy fics, this one is the most making me fondly remember those XF writing days. A post-ep for an utterly forgettable, fairly awful episode, I think it's one of my best Mulder characterization efforts. A certain type of Mulder, I admit, but a lot more fun than the self-destructive, blindly-driven version.

And written 13 years ago!! O.M.FREAKIN'GAWDS!

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Title: The Care and Feeding of a Teenage Boy ~ 5
Author: bugs
Word Count: 1,900
Rating: K+
Characters: Rusty, Sharon
Spoilers: Still just early season one. Of course, season 2 is inspiring all sorts of ideas, so I may end up going totally out of order at some point! *head desk*
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Author: bugs
Summary: President Roslin is on a fact-gathering mission.
Rating: K+
Category: Humor, General
Characters: A/R
Genre: Friendship, Romance?
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: One

Word Count: 1,103 Read Count: 975
Author’s Notes: Set early Season One.

Disclaimer: Yeah, whatever.

“What do you do for sex?”

Roslin didn’t even look up from her desk as she asked the question. It followed a long string of much more mundane queries, ranging from the fleet’s daily soap use to just how heat shield manifolds worked. Adama’s attention had wandered, his replies automatic, his glasses slack in his fingertips. He was awake now.

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