He was her mothers coworker. Then he was her superior. He was a friend when there were none. He was a comforting ear, a shoulder to lean on when all she saw was the terrors of assault. And over slow time, as natural as anything, she was his rock, too. Both brandishing troubling issues thanks to their dark pasts, each with perceptive personalities, and far too many secrets that refuse to fade; they go from being strangers, to friends, to... something undefinable. Living conflicted by their feelings, lonely for a supportive companion, and constantly misdefining themselves by the trauma that's happened to them; lines begin to blur and they seem to be getting closer and more reliant on the other. With the question of morality remaining, will they give into each others temptations, or bury it deep away from the dirty looks of society? To lie or love, deny or try, or survive at all? (Warning:This book strives for realism; includes PTSD, VIOLENCE, & other dramatic plots.) Now completed!

A collection of Stormpilot one shots. I also post these on tumblr and AO3 so go and check them out there :)

Sometimes you meet someone and you just know that it was meant to be. Some may say that staring never does a thing. It worked this time, didn't it? One-shot Scömìche Scott Hoying x Mitch Grassi

Scott loves music. Mitch loves coffee.

*Mitch POV* I knew something was wrong when I couldn't breathe. It was in the middle of our social studies lesson for the day, and I tried to take a breath. All that happened was worse suffocation. Being twelve, I didn't handle it well. I opened my mouth to try to speak, but all that came out was an odd sounding croak. My teacher hushed me. But someone sitting next to me looked at me and noticed how pale I looked, or noticed that tears were welling in my eyes and I was drooping. I wrapped my hands around my throat seconds before I blacked out. That was only the first instance. In the time that I was unconscious, my lungs filled with fluid and I almost died. I was out for nearly two days, and my parents really thought that I would die. I vaguely remember hearing my mom crying while I couldn't open my eyes, and my dad telling her that maybe it was just my time and they had to let me go. But then I woke up, and the fluid had been drained from my lungs. I spent a while more in the hospital, and in that time, my parents found out that I had cancer. It had been determined that I probably wouldn't live much longer, maybe three months at the most. The conversation was happening outside my room, where I was supposed to be asleep, but I still heard the whole thing. What I remember most is my mom's sobs.

Scott and Mitch have never really gotten along. But they will have to work together to get back into choir after their teacher kicked them out. There's something about Mitch that makes Scott realize that maybe he isn't all that he tries to play off in school. What is Mitch hiding in his pampered life? With a little too much time with Mitch, will Scott's feelings surface? COMPLETED

Two complete strangers, Scott and Mitch, put into one prison cell. Could this be a horrible mistake, or could it kindle true love? *EDITING COMING SOON BECAUSE THIS STORY IS TRASH*

Mitch Grassi is a presenter for PTX FM. Scott Hoying is an international singing success. When Mitch gets the opportunity to interview Scott and his new model girlfriend Kirstie, he starts to realise there's something unusual about this relationship...

Scott is a Light Being. He is quiet, kind, and shy. His world is of light, love, and happiness. His sole purpose is to bring peace to the world, one human at a time. Mitch is a Night Demon. He is arrogant, rude, and boisterous. He dwells in shadows, fear, and pain. He lives for spreading misery, bit by bit. When these two worlds normally mix, there can only be conflict and war. What happens when these two meet?