"Step into my fucking office."

On the road, after the walls come down. Tris looks for answers; Peter looks for an ending.

Tom and Peter, partners in disguise.

Connie makes her bones, almost.

Don Draper has a bad habit of throwing money at his problem. His latest problem is Michael Ginsberg.

There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.

A reimagining of the scene with Julian in the forbidden garden in Chapter VI Part II: A Gift and a Curse. What if the guards passed the garden by entirely and Julian and the Apprentice had more time? Julian is a cis man; Apprentice's gender and body are unspecified.

There's rules that go with being Adam's errand boy -- sort of workplace regulations. Be there whenever he needs you, don't mess with his stuff, don't ask annoying questions.

Peter loses, and Ego patches him up afterward. Okay, this is only going to suck a lot.

Near misses in the Greek tutorial.