“Love is a psychological and physiological phenomenon, made of synapses and hormones, endorphins and dopamine receptors, pheromones, experiences, commonalities, mutual attraction. Not the muscle of the heart. Inexact metaphor. Designed for poetry, not accuracy.” First person, present tense story told from Sherlock's point of view. Written in early 2011, prior to series 2.

Dan is different. He's learned to accept that. Well, as best he can anyway, considering he's never really had much of a choice. It's been this way for as long as he can remember, the constant runaround process of trying to feel normal. His life is built around it, trying to trick both himself and everyone he interacts with into seeing him as your average person. The isolation as he desperately tries to keep others from finding out, the bitterness that wells up inside of him each and every time he's reminded that he'll never be like everyone else, the fear that nothing will ever change. He's fated to be this way forever; a misfit from society. Isolation can only go so far though, so when he's struggling to make ends meet and he's faced with the option of looking into a serious job or taking on a roommate, he opts for what seems like the easier option at the time. It doesn't seem so easy ten failed roommates into the process, or when he sits down at a table to meet with prospect number eleven and ends up with a coffee spilled all over his lap. Potential roommate number eleven, Phil, turns out to be an insufferable optimistic ball of sunshine that Dan wants nothing to do with. His options are running out though, as are the savings he's been using to pay his rent, so he finds himself begrudgingly agreeing to let the other man move in. Neither of them have any way of knowing just what they've gotten themselves into as they shake on the matter, but time will tell.

"He thinks I have stigmata," Frank said, because what the fucking hell, it couldn't get any worse. He might as well just lay it out. "Oh, well," said Brian into his hands. "Of course." ~ I did not write this story. All credit goes to the author, Bexless on Archive Of Our Own. Link to the original story: http://archiveofourown.org/series/9795

"There's a reason we are white and pure, and they are black and dirty. There's a reason they stain our skin. That we are shamed if others see those stains. They're bad people, Frank. They're disgusting."

Frank is just an ordinary person, with an ordinary job, when one day everything changes. A flaming metal object falls from the sky, crashes right in his backyard, and what was inside it would change his life forever. Chapters: 33/33. Complete. FAQ at the end covers all 3 installations of the fic. Prologue and Epilogue can be found on my page.

Do not read this unless you have read the main fic and prologue first! Main fic, prologue, then epilogue. In that order. 20 years later and there was still so much that was left unsaid. Until now.

Do not read this unless you have read the main fic first! Everything will make more sense that way. Also, make sure you read this before you read the epilogue. Trust me, everything will make more sense if you read these in that order. Zero reflects on their life and memories before that fateful day.

******THIS IS NOT MY WORK******* "Pete and Patrick were still looking expectant, so Mikey said, "So we're a group of...traveling...personal grooming experts. I guess." Patrick looked at Gerard. "And their priest." "We're very spiritual," Ray mumbled." ---------------------------------- all credits go to the amazing Bexless on Archive Of Our Own who I can thank for many hours re-reading this incredible series over and over again and never getting tired of it ENJOY!!!!!!

"A ginger! I'm finally a ginger!.. Thought it would be more exciting, honestly." Doctor!Gerard Companion!Frank A fun concept I wanted to explore :) I also love band/show crossovers.

******THIS NOT MY WORK******* "It would seem," the Cardinal finished, "that Father Way's body has disappeared." There was a silence. Eventually Bob said, "What the fuck?" "Yes," said the Cardinal. "Quite." ---------------------------------- all credits go to the amazing Bexless on Archive Of Our Own who I can thank for many hours re-reading this incredible series over and over again and never getting tired of it ENJOY!!!!!! Like n comment:)