Accountant AU! Frank is an accountant, Gerard is an artist. Romcom ensues

Nightmares are rarely invented entirely out of whole cloth.

Tybalt and Mercutio were childhood friends, of a sort.

On Bazzard's first Christmas in London, the thorn of anxiety is keenly felt, and then drawn out a little.

Evening is the customary time for intercourse, David has helpfully informed her, but it makes no difference here. Nothing makes any difference.

An operative from the future tells Wade that he has two options: kill himself before he has a chance to live 2000 years and become Cable's accomplice in dictatorship, or kill Cable. So now, Wade has thirty days to figure out a way to die. Unfortunately, most of his ideas involve convincing Cable to kill him. Fortunately, most of Cable's ideas for stopping him involve sex.

They do a lot of talking in the sweet air of the control room, about everything and nothing.

There are worse things than being lashed.

Goodsir is at heart a merciful man; Hickey uses that against him.

There is a susurration of cloth as he makes his genuflection. He does not intend to fall on his knees, but it happens. The resignation and dignity he has sought to cultivate throughout his confinement dissolves like wet sugar in the face of that which he has held out for, despite himself, despite all that he knows about the workings of the King of England, which is everything. Or so he has thought, often, and never correctly.