Her mind drifted to Gaia Bawden, the new girl, who had taken such an unaccountable fancy to her... -Gaia/Sukhvinder drabble collection-

SongFic - La courte vie dégueulasse de Krystal Weedon vu au travers de la chanson "Envole-moi" de JJ Goldman. "Heureusement, elle a couché Robbie, et il a le sommeil lourd. Une technique de survie sûrement. Parce que c'est pas vivre ici, c'est survivre."

Fats is tired. Pagford was always too small for him. [But maybe now it's just a little too big.] / A post-book, Fats-centric drabble. Angst. Vaguely freeverse.

Krystal Weedon has passed away, which seems to be the end of her story. Yet Krystal finds that death is not the end, and is reunited with those she loved the most. A brief one-shot. Rated T for language.

hush, little baby, don't say a word - no one cares. no one ever cared.

OS. Terri Weedon n'a pas eu une vie facile : maltraitance, drogue, services sociaux. Kay Bawden revient dessus à la mort de la jeune femme.

Mary did not want to get involved with anything pertaining to Pagford or the Fields. For she had made a life out of racing away from her guilt, fearful that it would swallow her whole. Yet this Yarvil counsellor will get a headache and an unwelcome reminder with her new client. Canon but SPOILERS for "The Casual Vacancy".