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4 more for #114: Past Challenges...at this rate I'm really never going to get all 110 done by Tuesday. *sigh* Oh well. I'm still having fun! (Couldn't come up with anything for #7 so I skipped it. :D)

Title: Judgement
Prompt: #4: Rex
Characters: Connor, Rex
Rating: PG13
Spoilers: None

Those eyes know more than they let on, Connor's sure, eyeing the small green lizard warily. His arms are full of magazines which he was planning on smuggling into his room at Abby's flat. But Rex is there. Watching. Judging.

"Always with the judging--d'you have to, mate?" he sighs, pleading. Like that will change the reptile's mind.

Rex cocks his head, chitters. Connor cringes. Those bright eyes follow Connor as he sidesteps around the room.

He finally reaches the sheet, tossing it over Rex's terrarium, and rushes into his room. Amidst muttering about "stupid lizards", he tucks them all securely under the mattress.

Title: Lingering
Prompt: #5 Moonlight and Forgotten
Characters: Nick
Rating: PG
Spoilers: 2.07

Every morning at 02:05, Nick Cutter wakes up to a shaft of moonlight slitting through the curtains in his bedroom. It was an accident at first, an awakening that just happened one fitful night, but now its clockwork.

The light falls across the floor and the rumpled bedclothes, hitting the night table next to the four-poster bed that always feels too empty, these days. From 02:05 until 02:43, that moonlight illuminates one single frame, catching the silvered scallops and the glint of a young man's eye.

Every day, Nick Cutter tries to forget, and every night, the moon lets him remember.

Title: Must to Hope
Prompt: #6 In the Bedroom
Characters: Stephen/Nick
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None
A/N: I don't honestly know where this one came from. I just...I think it's a really beautiful image. I still don't think their words are enough to convey what I wanted them to say, but hopefully it still has an impact.

Nick was surprised, one night, to come into their room and find Stephen kneeling at the edge of the bed, head bowed. He stepped over and placed a hand on Stephen's shoulder, bringing his eyes open.

"Are you all right?"

A calm smile. Stephen unfolded his hands, looked up at his friend and lover.

"Just praying."

"...You pray?" It surprised him. He'd never thought of Stephen as a religious man.

"Every night."

"...What for?"

"An angel." Something in Stephen's voice keeps him from laughing.

"Why?" he asks instead.

"...to keep you safe." He makes it sound so simple. "I need to believe someone is protecting you--when I can't."

Title: Tactical Advantage
Prompt: #8: Forest of Dean
Characters: Ryan, Stephen
Rating: PG
Spoilers: None

He doesn't like the forest. Its something about the trees, the way they shift with the wind and the light and pretty much everything. The damn forest just keeps moving.

He prefers sand. It moves, too, but there at least you can see. There's no dappled shadows to hide in or rustling leaves to mask your approach--like that of the tall, lithe body tackling him from behind. Annoyed, Ryan turns to glare at him. Stephen is wearing the cockiest grin--ever--on his face.

"Got you!"

He can't help but smile. One thing the Forest of Dean admittedly has over the Iraq Desert--

Stephen Hart.