Askye, I can't give any recs, but go to the vm_navigator lj. They regularly link to fic, vids, interviews, etc. And most fic is labeled with ep #, so you can tell what's safe. It'll also help you find authors and fic communities. Happy reading.

Guess who's back?

For the next couple of days, as they sailed smoothly in still waters, the blonde listened in horror as Michael screamed angry and frightened in French, what she understood to be expressions of grief. He would cry uncontrollable or seriously shout commands to only god knew whom. And Nikita, prayed, like she had not done in such a long time and asked the angels that protected her to guard the man lying half naked in her bed. At night, when the moon was out, when the stars twinkled and when Michael shivered with unjustifiable chill, the only thing that gave him comfort and took away the freeze was Nikita sharing the heat of her totally nude body with him.

L.K. Hamilton?

Wait, Nikita isn't sailing about with her friends anymore? Will NO ONE think of the blind children?

Instead of Michael lying half-naked in her bed, why doesn't she dress him in a nice warm pair of flannel pajamas and put a hot water bottle on his feet?

as they sailed smoothly in still waters

Generally speaking, when the waters are still it is because there is no wind. Which, tends to make it hard to sail.

For that matter, what's wrong with a nice fluffy quilt or an electric blanket?

Wait, Nikita isn't sailing about with her friends anymore? Will NO ONE think of the blind children?

Yeah, some guy showed up with Michael and dumped him on Nikita's boat or something. I'm guessing the author has broken up with Roy Dupuis but plans to remain enamored with Michael.

Guess who's back?

I actually cheered when I read this.

I seem to derive more pleasure from these snippets of astonishingly bad badfic (for a fandom with which I have the merest passing acquaintance) than I do from a lot of perfectly respectable fic in fandoms I like. They are invariably comedy gold.

The beautiful Dalmatian Islands are all jewels in the Adriatic, but the Island of Brac, which hosts the town of Bol called to Nikita the moment she heard of its existence.

"Nikita! Nikita! Come have lots of implausible sex on my shores!"

Although Bol was not a sleepy hick town, given its location an hour by boat from Split, and thus connected to the rest of Europe, it was still a set back holiday resort and thus Nikita thought that perhaps Michael would be able to rest easier at the house as he convalesced. With both feet planted firmly on terra firma, the man would feel better and the woman would be able to un-rabble the mystery that was Michael Samuelle.