Figured it was about time to post one of these. In between CSI, Prison Break (both of which I now realize I never posted here but will post in the next couple of days) New York, House and Supernatural, this journal is already packing a pretty good number of stories. So, here they are, rounded up by fandom, from newest to oldest.
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Really, just a silly little tale about camping gone wrong *g*

A big thank you to jackfan2 for the beta-work. Enjoy!
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The sun still shone brightly outside the châtillon when they made their exit. Such a joyous light, filled with so much life and hope that it almost seemed to mock the events that had passed in the previous hours.

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AN:This story was born out of a conversation late at night with JackFan2 and turned out to be, incidentally, my birthday gift to her, because she totally deserves it!

We see Aramis being taken prisoner the day before Constance is rescued and from there on, the only glimpses we have of him are a few times in his cell and at the trial. A journey to the border ( Read more... )

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René struggled to keep his eyes open. He suspected that the other man had asked for that particular ointment on purpose, knowing how hard it would be to fight the pull of sleep with its soothing smell in the air. However, the paste would indeed ease Porthos' pain, and René could not truly fault the man for his scheming.

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There you go, a slightly longer chapter today, because its Sunday ;) Once more, I can't thank enough to all of you reading this and taking the time to offer me your thoughts and opinions.
Tomorrow, the last part will be posted :))) I hope you guys continue to enjoy this story as much as I did in writing it!

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Athos looked from where the door was supposed to be to the men following him. Besides the wounded man and the one he had coerced in to helping him, two more wounded had joined them. However, when he had set out to find the location of the garrison's medical quarters, he had not imagined that the place would be half-collapsed. They would have to ( Read more... )

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Porthos opened the door and peeked inside. One of the beds further back was occupied by a man that he could vaguely remember punching earlier in the day. Cerveaux, the physician who worked at the garrison, was nowhere in sight. In his stead, Porthos could only see a boy, head of dark curls bent over a large book, reading by the window. He had ( Read more... )

So... I've kind of surrendered to jackfan2 and finally watched BBC's The Musketeers. The results, as you can see, were disastrous ( Read more... )