What if there was a universe where Shannon left after Christopher's birth? After getting the news that his girlfriend does not want to be in their son's life, Eddie Diaz meets Evan Buckley in the hospital cafeteria of all places. They form a bond that neither of them can explain and become very involved in each other's lives. But what happens when Eddie has to ship out for his tour and Buck volunteers to take care of Chris? What happens when the letters Eddie has been sending to them stop coming and Buck instead gets a letter which leaves Eddie's condition unclear? This is a story of love and family and how being strong isn't always easy. I am terrible at summaries I'm sorry (Also posted on ao3)

This is a cooperation with Ray Morgan/Rayuk666. I had the idea and luckily she approved it. I was in contact with her, asked for her opinion and she wanted some alterations. Read: You Were Made from Scars from Ray Morgan completely before starting the epilogue !!! Enjoy the epilogue.

Derek has an old debt to settle. A simple babysitting job seems like an easy way to settle up. But then nothing ever is as easy as it seems and Derek finds paying this debt will be much more than he bargained for. This fanfic includes Becca and Rowan - characters - from our series Saints and Sinners in one of their early iterations. *Note* this is an AU for those characters.

Dean stared at the phone in utter disbelief. "You sick sonuvabitch," he growled, grip tightening on the phone. "Shame they were in the way, isn't it, Dean? It was so easy. . . ." The man was quiet for a moment, his steady breathing the only noise breaking the chilling silence. When he finally spoke again, something akin to pure pleasure colored his tone. "The look of terror in a man's eyes when he knows he's going to be murdered is truly breathtaking, Dean. A myriad of emotions all played out for my benefit." "Who you talkin' to?" Sam asked, brows pulled together, mouth turned downward as he frowned. Dean raised a hand to silence Sam, giving him a warning glance. "Ah, is that Sammy?" The man chuckled. "I do so love the inflection in his voice. I've often fantasized what it will sound like as he's begging for his life." The hairs on the nape of Dean's neck stood on end, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "You're not gonna touch him. You hear me?" "Hang up the damn phone, Dean." Sam turned in his seat to stare at Dean. "Just hang up." "You know him best, what do you think it would take to make him scream?" Dean swallowed hard against the tight knot forming in his throat. The muscle in his jaw jerked erratically as he clenched his teeth. "Touch him and I swear to God, I'll hunt you down and kill you." "You can't be with him every second, Dean. He is going to die. It's just a matter of when." Dean shook his head, eyes narrowing. "You'll never get the chance." "I can get to anyone . . . anywhere, anytime - like right now." Hearing the ominous click-click of a rifle being cocked, Dean dropped the phone. "Sammy, get down!" He grabbed Sam, pushed his head down and ducked. A blast of gunfire echoed through the stillness of the night, quickly followed by another. Glass shattered above them, then the car swerved out of control as the second bullet struck the back tire.

It was the end of Clare Morgan's senior year at school and she still hadn't had a single boyfriend or even a date for that matter, but that all changed when the most popular guy in school blackmailed her into spending time with him. Now she needs to figure out if he's just trying to win a bet to sleep with her before his rival does, or if he's as broken as she is. Excerpt: "You're Clare, right? You sit in front of me in English class." Devlin McKellen was talking to me, using actual words in full sentences - at a party where people might see him socializing with me. I'd heard him speak to other girls before, and I imagined their knees turned to jello just like mine did at the low husky 'I'm so damn sexy and I know it' voice of his. "You do speak English, yes?" "Why are you talking to me?" And this question right here was why I hadn't had a single date all throughout high school. Or maybe it was because every time any guy spoke to me, my mind began to race with thoughts like if I'd remembered to put on deodorant that morning. Did I smell like sweat -. did he think I smelled like sweat. Trust me, you can't have a meaningful conversation about homework assignments if you're worried you smell bad. So I did what I always did under the circumstances, I turned on my heel and quickly walked away.

It was a job serving coffee. Nothing special or difficult. An easy job or at least that's what Becca Sinclair thought, but nothing is ever easy when your guardian is a two thousand year old vampire and your grouchy coworker needs a place to crash. ************************* Life leaves scars. People come into your life and are torn away. So, you learn to accept that everything and everyone are temporary. Until you start to pull inward and avoid making connections. Instead you cling to the memories of those stolen moments of happiness that are too few and far between, wrapping yourself in them like a warm blanket. But soon memories are not enough and the loneliness makes it hard to breathe. For the most part my life is uncomplicated. I'm taken care of, a loft overlooking Central Park, closets filled with clothes, cupboards full of food. My guardian, my uncle, Rowan, makes sure I have everything I could ever want or need. And I do, except someone to share all of it with. The thing about Rowan is he's not really my uncle. But my little white lie tends to be a lot easier and safer than telling anyone my benefactor is really a two thousand year old vampire. That kind of talk gets you more than strange looks, it gets you shock treatment. Believe me I know. Rowan is the one constant in my life. He is the one person in my life I can count on to be there when I need him. But Rowan's life is complicated and always dangerous. Being a two thousand year old vampire playing for the good side can rack you up a lot of enemies. So, he tends to keep his distance to protect me. However, things changed for me one rainy afternoon when I ducked into Perk Me Up, a local coffee shop, to wait out the rain. For some reason when I saw the Help Wanted sign I asked to see the manager. Crazy, I know, wanting to work in a coffee shop or work at all when everything was already provided for me."