2The Black Widow 'I've worked playboy philanthropists. I know them. Clint Barton was not one of them.' She tilted her chin in an indiscernible nod.

5 Playing with Puns Never let me write, hyper and at Midnight, ever again! Some weird, strange fanfiction here :')

4Mother Nature Jonny and Jac's relationship is on tenterhooks as their legal war continues, but can a brutal blast from the past bring about its end, however unintentionally?

23The Revenants » After a six hour operation, Jac, Jonny, Mo and Sacha walk back onto a deserted and bloodied Darwin ward. It's a total wasteland, but what has happened to make it so? Are there any survivors? Insistent that there is, they battle through horrific scenes to find any chance of life, of their colleagues. But, that's not all they find roaming the halls. Janny/Mocha/Hanssen/Serena/Others

29Physician, Heal Thyself » Jac and Jonny are ordered to India to perform major heart surgery on an important patient, but they find themselves entangle in a dangerous web of deceit, corruption and crime with no one to turn to. The police are crooked, the phone-lines are tapped, and Hanssen can't be reached. They soon discover what lies at the centre, but can they overcome it to return home alive?

6 Confession Time Jac is left contemplating in her office after her diagnosis, struggling to cope. Will a certain Scottish nurse find out the root cause of her tears and help banish them?

1 Revenge Morgause seeks comfort, but comfort finds her. Or perhaps not? Morgause/Cenred Morgause/Morgana

3 Love A short one-shot about a Holby couple. Cookies to those who guess ;)

5Expecting "You imagine, as resistance to your intellectual mind is futile, the minute embryo that clings to life, the feeling of the slight jolt as the fetus kicks, and the melodious cry of the baby as they rest in your arms – then the veracity of who you actually are ultimately ensues." Jac Naylor finds out something that will change hers and Jonny's lives for ever...

3 Well Done, My Princess You feel physically sick, you glance at yourself, not yet a woman, although no longer a child. And so alone. So very alone. You convince yourself that it was your fault, the serial adulterer who was in the wrong place at the wrong time.