20
Feb

Victoria’s Children

Jack Draper stood on the hotel’s balcony and watched the bright streaks of tracer fire from the Tower Bridge arc across the darkened sky. The dark was half a smothering dusk, low clouds, the threat of storm, and half stinking black smoke. London was burning. Three years of peace was too much to ask.

31
Oct

Eat Your Heart

by ashe (mirrors http://s2b2.livejournal.com/150987.html)