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Sorry for the brief radio silence! I had an awfully stressful day yesterday and when I came home I was too tired to do anything except huddle under the blankets and passively consume badfic.

*ok bbs, this is very hard for me to look over... and when you read it, you'll understand. Poor Tommy. That's all I can say. Very angst ridden chappie. And nasty cliffie.* [I know, I know, but chappie and cliffie in such proximity. It's like she's doing it on purpose and doesn't want to give us time to recover from the first instinctive cringe of disgust and loathing.]

Summary:Tommy is a police officer who works for the San Diego Police Department (S.DP.D.) in the year 2022 (almost 2023). He is sent to question a group of vampires on some murders that happened in the area recently. He ends up running into a familiar face, and takes a trip down memory lane. [If not for the somewhat surreal parentheticals you could almost mistake this for something readable! Now I kind of wish someone else would take the plot.]

Warnings: Semi-graphic sex. Voyeurism on one half of a pair while the other half is related to you. [To... uh... wait, what?]

Summary: Sherlock craves a hug. From John. But then a passing car explodes and John dies. Only not really.

Mycroft has his life and ambitions pretty much order: First set his errant brother straight, next take over the world. But to do the former seems impossible, while the latter requires that he find a mate -- a rare human whose blood is capable of helping him create vampires. Both his answers come in the shape of one man: Detective Inspector Gregory Lestrade. The problem? Mates can't be forced and Lestrade has no interest in becoming Mycroft's. [When Magical Creatures and their Predestined Soulmates + vampires + world domination just isn't enough, why not consider an mpreg element?]

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