"Nothing more than speculation couched in scientific terms. Educated guesses. So much of the Project was based on their educated guesses, blind tests, and dumb luck. He pored over the charts, tr...
"He spent a few minutes thinking about failure and acceptable reactions to it, and thinking that he was perhaps a product of his culture, even though he'd claimed to reject all of its old-fashioned...
Geddoe's visit to Karaya in chapter one, if he'd had just a little more time with an old friend.
Not nearly enough but all he'll ever have.
The crossing from Le Havre to Southampton. Joachim is either clueless, or annoying Yuri on purpose. Xenokink.
Some things were never meant to be found. Some things are best left unknown. Some things, once learned, cannot be forgotten. If I summarized the rest, you'd only call me crazy.
Would you? Could you? Squall/Rinoa, the Timber Civil War, and things best left unspoken.
The old man is full of stories, but the ones he won't tell are the most important of all...
"When you are near, you must make the enemy believe that you are far away and when far away, make him believe you are near. You are a bit too slow, but you have spirit." -- Even Turks have to star...
A short drabble on Leon and crayons...hints of CloudxLeon
It's the simplest words that are the hardest to say.
A time compression fic. When realities overlap, it's hard to tell what's real.
In his own words, Nooj tells of his first meeting with the other three involved in the Crimson Squad debacle.
Top-notch detective Auron owes an old friend some favours. Can he save Cid's girl from the life she's chosen before it's too late? AU.
Reeve-centric short snips, because the man does Not Get Enough Love. NEW: "Personal Questions"
Sometimes the good guys don't win against unstoppable odds. Yuffie Kisaragi and the last stand: before Traverse Town, there was the Planet, and before Sora, there was AVALANCHE. Ongoing.
Xu and Quistis, across the years.
Amarant Coral searches for redemption. Iron-Tail Fratley searches for peace. Both men are ten years and one woman too late.
The journal of Nooj - to the shooting range and beyond