I haven't had the chance to read lots of excellent stories that came out during the holiday (yuletide fic with all those treasures! Just waiting to be read!), but I stole some time just now to read the little challenge-vignettes written by my friend minnow, and wow, these are GOOD.

A Stargate SG-1 fic, Sam and Daniel, lost. I love this Sam.

Gaudet: Joan of Arcadia. Kevin, Christamas over the years.

A Charlie-fic, Lost: Gorgeous stuff.

Oh, Suela, I'm reading your Jack O'Neill 5 non-holidays, and God, you are MEAN to my darling Jack. (And you wrote Jack/Harry! OMG! So evil.)

She's mean. Poor Jack.

Oh, c'mon, it's a Five Things! They're supposed to be angsty. Besides, I'll never cause as much heartache as Shrift, when she did her Five Things That Never Happened to Dan Rydell. That absolutely killed me. And inspired me.

Besides, the last one is happy. As is the first one, even though he doesn't know it.

Yeah, but... Harry! Harsh, dude.

I haven't read shrift's SN 5 things story. Clearly this needs to be remedied ASAP.

Although you'll note I couldn't quite get to Jack/Harry. Well, let me rephrase: Harry couldn't quite get there, since Jack threatened to shoot him.

Poor Harry.

And yes, Shrift's SN 5 Things will break you into tiny little pieces. Gah.

Holy @#$@#$@#.

Persians, Hephaistion decided, must be born color-blind. There was no other way of accounting for the garish display of wrapping paper, streamers and party favors the palace eunuchs had set out for the little prince’s first birthday.

Hephaistion, who always resisted the party favors Alexandros tried to foist on him, recoiled at the sight of their son in a gilded pink party hat in the conical Persian fashion

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Oh, just one more...

“Fuck you,” muttered Hephaistion. It had taken him six months of intense training to get his body back to the lean hardness it had had before the pregnancy, and three more to where he could have sex without obsessing over his sutures or imagined stretch marks. If he had to endure one more remark about his thighs, he was going to kill somebody.

runs screaming from the thread into the night...

Jesus, Betsy, warn a person. Sheesh.

Ohdeargod, Betsy. Where the hell did you find that?

t checks link without clicking Ah, I see. So much for the people who say LJ is where the good fic is...