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September 4th, 2010

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Saturday, September 4th, 2010 08:58 am
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Genre: Sherlock Holmes; Slash 
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Holmes-Watson 
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own Sherlock Holmes or the characters
Summary: Watson resorts to a drastic declaration to distract Holmes from the needle.

~oOo~

Holmes was resting in his bed. His heartbeat had returned to something approaching normal and his eyes, at a guess, were less bloodshot. It was difficult to tell, as he was keeping them resolutely shut.

“I am quite recovered, Watson,” he murmured, turning his head to the side as he sunk further into the pillows that I had propped up behind him. “Allow me to sleep—there’s a good fellow.”

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Saturday, September 4th, 2010 10:44 am
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Genre: Bonanza; Gen/Friendship 
Rating: PG 
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own Bonanza or the characters
Summary: Adam has his hands full with a drunk and disorderly Little Joe in the aftermath of The Quality of Mercy

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The barkeep eyed the youngest Cartwright wearily. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough, Little Joe?”

“I still got money in my pocket, Clem,” he answered in a drunken slur. “Enough for one more drink and one more girl—pour me `nother.”

Clem doubted that Joe could handle either a drink or a girl at the moment, but he complied anyway. Just as he set the drink on the bar Adam Cartwright strode into the saloon. Clem breathed a sigh of relief and sent him a pleading glance.

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Saturday, September 4th, 2010 06:19 pm
Author: J. Rosemary Moss
Genre: White Collar; Gen/Friendship 
Rating: PG 
Disclaimer: Alas, I don't own White Collar or the characters
Summary: Neal refuses to take his GED, regardless of the consequences.
Notes: Part of my 'My Old Man' verse

~oOo~


Peter beckoned to Neal and watched the ex-con glide into his office. He leaned forward on his desk as Neal folded himself into the chair opposite him with a casual and enviable grace.

Peter shook his head just a little and then went straight to business. “I made an appointment for you,” he began, sliding a folder across the desk. “The test is next month, but we can change the date if you want more time to brush up.”

Neal blinked at the folder, but didn’t lay a finger on it. “Test? Since when does the Bureau have me testing?”

“Since we found out that you didn’t complete high school.”

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