Round'em Up.

I haven't written anything in weeks and then suddenly BOOM! (like Ari would say – sidebar: how awesome was the premiere of S4?) Anyroad. No pimping like self pimping, so in case you missed anything in the influx:

1. Finding Jim Morrison -- Heroes. Peter, Nathan, PG. No spoilers. To me this is a story about treasure hunts and siblings and how the tangible things don't really have anything to do with what you have in life. Plus, you know I fucking love Wee!Peter.

2. wherever you go, the earth just opens up -- Heroes. Peter/Nathan, R. Post-S1. This is birthday fic for scribblinlenore, which I summarised thusly They have no memories, so as far as they can tell they have nothing to hide. . Yes, I have fallen for the cliché fic. Yes, it is amnesia fic. But it's awesome. It's so fucking awesome, I cannot tell a lie. I rock.

3. And then yesterday for my hat trick, I wrote Love is a Grave Mental Disease, which was inspired by this photo, Plato, antheia and sparky77. Again, it's Heroes, because, well, I love Heroes Nathan. But I did something special here. This is Canadian shack fic. No, really. It is. Run, don't walk! Walking will get you stampeded.

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Everybody have a good day. I'm off to drink vodka-tonics and watch Dirty Jobs.

pee ess: I was informed that in Brasil this icon means 'Fuck You.' Oh, indeedy. Heh.