1 Reverence "Clerics have—not power over life and death," Lucy says, "but a special hand in it." Her gaze drops to her palms, tracing a lengthy life line that was once and could again be a lie. "How do we know when to exercise that guidance?" (Or: Forgiveness is about the journey, not the destination. And in the aftermath of Kipperlilly's death, Lucy Frostblade reaches for the divine.)

1 please hold me ('cause i can't keep holding on) With Spider-Man's eyes on her, MJ takes one of Flash's hands in her own, giving it a brief—gentle—squeeze before she lets go. Letting go. Feels like she's been doing a lot of that these past few months. She just doesn't remember what—who—she was ever hanging on for.

3 it was more than worth it » Claire shook her head, lacing their fingers together. "How about we lay down some ground rules?" Jack chuckled. "Rules, huh?" "Yes." A smirk twitched at her lips. "If you come within six inches of my personal space in the office, I have permission to taze you." (Or: 7 times people found out about Jack and Claire's relationship plus 1 time people were told.)

1 find a flask (we're playing fast and loose) Of course, Jack's age hadn't stopped a few beautiful young women from approaching him with a wink and a casual hand trailing across his chest. One girl had curly dark hair and was even wearing a short red dress. But none of them were Claire, and therein lay the problem. (Or: Jack tries to find Claire on her night out. Easier said than done. Part 2 of "and all that jazz.")

all i need is a taste Claire hums in agreement, undoing another two of Margot's buttons. "Even I could kiss you better than—better than what's-his-face, I bet." It isn't until Margot's back stiffens beneath her touch that Claire realizes what sequence of words has left her mouth.

won't you hang a picture? She bit her tongue to hold back a laugh. If only the court could see him now—the fearless, fiery Jack McCoy sleeping on his stomach with one hand under his pillow and snoring like a disgruntled cat. Maybe it was selfish, but Claire reveled in the fact that this sight was one reserved solely for her. (Or: It's 3 AM, and Claire Kincaid finds herself thinking about Jack McCoy.)

time apart, time together And if Ty Lee notices the way Katara's breath hitches, she refrains from commenting. Instead, she merely moves a little closer to Katara as they exit the courtyard, arm in arm, leaving Katara to wonder how much closer time will allow them to get. (Ty Lee is Katara's bodyguard. But it's just a temporary assignment, meaning there's no risk of any unintended consequences. Right?)

1 match point Jack raised an eyebrow. "Claire, Adam wants us to be in the office at 7 tomorrow." Claire bit back another sigh. "I'm well aware, Jack, but like you said—my car isn't going anywhere right now. Not without a tow truck." "Then let me take you home." Claire stiffened, her traitorous heart skipping a beat at his suggestion. "I'm sorry?"

Walls "Miss Jones-Watson, you're partnered with Mr. Thompson." Flash's eyes found hers from across the classroom, and MJ gave him a curt nod to acknowledge their pairing. When his upper lip curled in distaste, she fought the urge to roll her eyes. MJ was not looking forward to this. (Written for Day 6 of MJ Week 2022: Figuring It Out, hosted by @ mjweek on Tumblr.)

1 The Wrong Note » "Did you have a dream?" meets "Here's what happened." Allison Dubois and Adrian Monk team up to investigate the hit-and-run murder of a young violinist. Can they crack the case, or will the ghosts of the past cloud their judgement? (A Monk x Medium crossover.)