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?

Scott loves his little girl, Bailey, but being a successful manager for a major music label calls for a lot of hours at work. He hires a nanny, Mitch, who is perfect for his daughter, and, more importantly, perfect for him. (A single dad Scott AU with a side order of nanny Mitch)

Scott Hoying, or as he known in the Texas State Prison system: Inmate 941875, finally has chance at freedom: the Work Release program. He finds himself and love.

A laid-back dog lover living across the hall from a pretentious cat lover. What could possibly go wrong?

"What the hell are you and why are you following me?" I demanded, angrily, as I rubbed my sore arms. "I am a Specially Created Observational Technological Trainee, otherwise known as an S.C.O.T.T. Your safety is my top priority. I have been trained to tend to my human," he explained. Ok, I could play along. "Well, S.C.O.T.T is too much to say, so I'm going to call you Scott, is that ok?" I asked. "If it is ok with you, then it is ok with me," he replied. "Ok cool, so...how do I get rid of you?"

Scott Hoying is a happily married straight man with one beautiful child and everything in his life seems perfect to him. He loves his family. Then his dreams start putting him into a false sense of reality. Where his wife and kid don't exist. Just a certain man, who as far as he knows, doesn't exist. What happens when he meets his "Dream Man" in real life? Abuse Eating disorder Swearing Completed! <3

Scott moved to France 7 years ago, looking to escape his home in Texas. Mitch's home is in the place Scott never thought he'd return to. But where is Scott's home, really? A short Scömìche story.

After an extensive night in his own studio, Scott Hoying had nearly finished composing a new song - Which he can't seem to put a title to. It seems well, but his producers keep reiterating that it's lacking something. So he works tirelessly. The night wears on, and by four in the morning, he's exhausted to the point of hallucinating. But one thing was for certain - He could have sworn that the portrait hanging on his wall, a painting of a young, tattooed brunette, was singing his own song back to him.