A week in the life of Lucille Hobbs, DSS Agent.

It was kind of ironic that it had taken someone else loving Brian to turn 'not enough' into her 'happily ever after'.

The cop smirks at him, smug and self-satisfied, from mere inches away. "Told you I'd see you soon, Toretto."

"You weren't kidding when you said 'change of camouflage', were you? Damn, O'Conner." A fusion-verse between the Fast and the Furious series and the live-action Transformers movies.

Toretto eyed Hobbs up and down, a speculative light in his dark eyes. "Just how flexible are you?"

People had been backing down to Hobbs all his life; there was always a fascination for him in the ones who didn't.

The day the bus break hit the news, Eliot Spencer was in the middle of a job, taking down a dirty businessman up north of Boston.

Two tychokinetics running in the same pack had just been asking for trouble.

Agreeing to do a bit of clandestine goods trafficking between Sunnydale and Los Angeles in the summer of 2001 probably wasn't the brightest idea Spike had ever had.

Five ways Han did not die in Tokyo (or anywhere else) but still met Sean.

"I'm sure," Mia confirmed, then bit her lip. "I'm still me, Brian. Just with a few extra modifications."

Snippets from lives that Willow's activation spell (could have) irrevocably changed. Drabble collection.