"All Creatures Great and Small"
"Babes in Smallville"
"The Ballad of Trish and Henry"
"Bobby and Hank say 'Farewell, New York' and Other Things"
"Bobby and the Beast"
"Bobby's Casserole"
"Bobby vs. Pat Sajak"
"A Certain Face"
"Confounded Computer!"
"A Day at the Races"
"A Day in the Life"
"Dispensing the Shopping"
"The Early X-Men in Studio 54"
"First, Do No Harm"
"For Remembrance"
"From the Dais with the Closed Coffin"
"The Good of the Many"
"Gunslinger Dreams"
"Heard No More"
"A Homely Touch"
"I Do Not Love Thee, Mr. Twinkie"
"The Lecture"
"Longest Night"
"Love Is Just Another 4-Letter Word"
"Magic Breakfast"
"Making the Call"
"Midnight Twinkie Run"
"Miss April's Stars & Garters"
"The Morning Paper"
"Neon Hearts"
"The No Story"
"Not a Creature Was Stirring"
"The Oath"
"Personal Delivery"
"Point Blank"
"The Power-Whup Girls"
"The Price of Coffee"
"Pygmalion's Silence"
"Rumble in Kitchen Stadium"
"The Shadow Inside"
"The Shi'ar Coffee Story"
"Shoot Me"
"A Friend, Sleeping"
"A Small Addiction"
"Some Assembly Required"
"Something Old, Something New, Something Borrowed, Someone Blue"
"Start Spreading the News"
"Such Sweet Sorrow"
"Tale of the Last Twinkie"
"Never Mess with a Furry Blue Genius"
"The TD2001"
"Tear Sheets"
"A Test of Power"
"Tripping into the Light Fantastic"
"Twenty First Century Guy"
"When in Rome"
"When Tomorrow Comes"
"Written from Purgatory"
"The Wyoming Pie"
"X-Men #75"
"Yummy Yellow White Surprise"
"Zero Degree Celsius"

*Date: 19th September 1999
Dedication: For Notepad and Freecell, without which this could not have been written.
Rating: PG, but lots of melodrama and sap.
Disclaimer: Henry 'Hank' McCoy, Marius and Monet yaddayaddayadda St. Croix are Marvel's. This pretty little story is mine.
Stuff: This can fit into Mandyquin's 'Romance Outside the Classroom' challenge if she wants it to.
Obligiatory Threat: None. I know it's not a masterpiece. I was bored. I like writing. 'Course, if you do have an opinion on it, feel free to tell me, but sheep won't eat your lilacs if you don't.

From the Dais with the Closed Coffin

"These last two years, I have loved more seriously than I have ever known. I have cared about Monet Yvette Clarisse Maria Therese St. Croix-McCoy more deeply than I could ever express. I thought I would protect her from all evils. I did not doubt that my courage against her enemies would last. But the brevity of my bravery was such that I could not save her.

"They call us heroes, we who uphold the star-spangled banner's promise of freedom and justice. They do not realise that it is not heroism, nor our inherent courage that keeps us protecting this country that hates and fears us. It is a force of habit, bred into all of us that came to this school as mere children, engraved onto our very hearts as we grew into adults. Habit is a strong force, one which can overcome sorrow, disgust, anger and emptiness, the only force that can keep me living, now that she is murdered. But it could not overcome fear.

"I have never felt terror like that which came upon me as I saw her killer appear in the herb garden. She was walking, I watching her perfect silhouette against the soft summer moon. As I stood, as if petrified, I saw him reach towards her with his clawed fingers and wrench out her heart from behind. She had no preparation for her death. She had not the time to fight him. She only turned towards me. Her brown eyes let stream salty waterfalls, drenching the ground before her as her own red blood soaked the ground behind. We had thought her safe here, secure against her brother's violent hatred, invulnerable from attack. We were wrong. The only man who could pierce her inpenetrable skin was the only man for whom the desire was real. We underestimated him. I had never been afraid, never felt true fear, before that night. I was -- I am helpless. We cannot avenge her, even if that was our way. Marius alone can access the dark dimension which is his home, and with her dead, needs no longer to come into the light for food.

"I am sorry, my friends. This is not the eloquent and well-structured speech you were expecting from your residant encomiast. I will not excuse myself, only explain. I found Monet to be ineffable. Her wonders were indescribable, her virtues innumerable and her intellect unfathomable. She was superlative, sublime and superb in more ways than I could ever explain, with all my bombast. Ladies and gentlemen, friends, family of the deceased, over all of this, there is but one thought I have about my wife that can make her death less shattering. She was loved."