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Author has written 5 stories for Bones, Fringe, and Merlin.


Our names are Enna and Charlie and we're the two teenage girls that make sirsquintalot :). This is mainly because Enna was too lazy to create her own account and Charlie wouldn't post stories up. :P

We live in Australia ( the boring half) and, if you haven't guessed already, are huge fans of Bones and Fringe, as well as Castle and NCIS (and WHITECOLLAR!!!-Charlie's sidenote).Enna- and I'm a huge sci-fi geek, but on need to explain further than that :). Extremely new to fanfiction, but not to writing, and we would love feedback on anything we write, though we don't live on reviews (Well, I don't, can't speak for Charlie, lol- Enna).

Favourite Quotes:
Enna (trying to get a quote from most of the shows I like - though the first is a book):

Raley: "Hey man, it's the thought that counts."
Ocha: "No. It's not. Man promised cupcakes. I don't want thought, I want a cupcake!"

Martha:"What is the matter with you? Why didn't you just ask her?"
Castle:"Because that would be prying and cool dads don't do that. They go behind their daughter's back and they beg Beckett to tell them"

Ziva: "You should not have come."
Tony: "Right then, I'll just be off then. That's right! Taken prisoner."

Brennan: "Look I'm sorry if I embarrassed you in front of your friends but next time you should identify yourself before attacking me."

O'Neill: " Lose it. Means go crazy. Nuts. Insane. Bonzo. No longer in possession of ones faculties. Three fries short of a happy meal WACKO!!"

Aeryn: "She gives me a woody. (Crichton gives her a strange look) It's a human saying, I've heard you say it many times. When don't like someone or they make you feel uncomfortable, you say they give you-"
Crichton:"The willies. She gives you the willies."

Wash: "Oh my god! What can it be? We're all doomed! Who's flying this thing?... Oh right, that would be me"

Giles:" Look, it's classic battle strategy to throw ones opponent off his game. He's trying to provoke you. To taunt you. To goad you into some mishap of some sort."
Xander: "The nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah approach to battle?"
Giles:" Yes, Xander, once again you've managed to boil a complex thought down to its simplest possible form"

Stark: "Good job, Carter. Wow, that didn't even leave a bad taste in my mouth."
Carter: "Give it a second."
Stark:" Oh, there it is."

Caffrey: "How upset were the Candians?"
Burke: "Oh, very...well, as upset as Canadians can get."

Mozzie: (to Caffrey) "You flew too close to the sun, my friend. They burned your wings."

Mozzie: "I saw the best mind of my generation run down by the taxi-cab of absolute reality."
Caffrey: "Mozzie! What the hell-sitting in the dark misquoting Ginsberg?"

Caffrey: (puts shades on Burke) "Now say I'll be back."

Mozzie:(posing as FBI agent)" Look, I just need a urine swab from the vic's toilet. If I don't get it soon, it'll spike the cross-reactivity and then... "
Dixon: "I got orders too, pal. No I.D., No pee."

Burke: "I thought you'd be taller."
Mozzie: "Me too."

Burke: "Pick that for me."
Caffrey: "Don't we need a warrant?"
Burke: "Oh, look at you-a law-abiding citizen all of a sudden. I got goose bumps."

(Charlie went a little over-board with the Fringe quotes and I don't have the heart to delete them, seeing as it's my fault she's hooked on the show :P-Enna)
Peter: Where you been?
Olivia: I've been working. Where have you been?
Peter: I've been buying rice for Walter's toys

H.I. Worker: Can I help you guys find something?
Walter: Oh, yes. We're looking for an electric saw. Preferably variable speed with an easily replaceable blade system.
H.I. Worker: What are you cutting, wood?
Walter: Human tissue. Flesh and bone. It's more sinuous than you may expect.
Peter: It's really not that dire.
Walter: Oh, actually, potentially it's far worse.
H.I. Worker: Um, I think that the saw you're looking for is around the corner, next to the routers.
Walter: Thank you.
Peter: No need to call the police.

Peter: Walter, what are you doing?
Walter: I'm dosing a caterpillar.
Peter: Dosing? As in LSD?
Walter: It's a special blend.
Peter: I see. Hey, guess what just happened? Finding out that my father gives drugs to bugs, somehow just became a typical moment in my life.
Walter: Wonderful, isn't it?

Walter: With all due respect, Darwin got it all wrong. I used to make the joke that Darwin's thinking was rather... unevolved.
Peter: Which I'm sure used to be very funny.

Astrid: It also gave him four extra nipples.
Peter: Maybe he mutated into an opossum.
Walter: No, opossum's have 15 mammaries, unlike most mammals, who have an even number of nipples. Hence, the one half rule regarding nipples.
Astrid: The one half nipple rule?
Peter: You just had to ask, didn't you?
Walter: The typical number of young in the litter is usually equal to half the number nipples on the animal. The number of nipples being the maximum litter size. Humans, for example, one child is the typical. Maximum, twins. Barring extraordinary cases when the young exceed the number of nipples.
Peter: God, I hope I never have to hear him say the word "nipple" again.

Olivia: Prep Hicks. Ready or not, we're administering the antidote.
Walter: An experiment. How exhilarating

Walter: Peter, don't be such a prude. I'm sure Agent Dunham knows what a penis looks like. Don't you agent Dunham?

Peter: Walter. Olivia's here, she needs to talk to you. Walter!
Walter: Could she come back later? I'm about to step in the bath.
Peter: No, she can't come back later. It's the middle of the night. She needs to talk to you right now.
Walter: (comes out of the bathroom) Honestly, Peter, can't a man get... Agent Dunham. Peter, why didn't you tell me Agent Dunham was here?
Peter: I'm pretty sure I did.

Walter: My dear, there is much that is unexplained. Until it is.
Peter: In short, he has no idea.

Walter: I thought you might have teleported to New York in your sleep and killed her. Wouldn't that have been wondrous?

Peter: Are you okay?
Walter: Yes. Although when I mentioned that the poison would kill me within the hour, did either of you happen to notice the time?

Walter: I need to tinkle. Could either of you direct me to the facilities?
Peter: The facilities? You're in the sewer, Walter. You're knee-deep in the facilities.

Olivia: Walter, I need you to tell me what exactly you would need to create a genetic hybrid. Like, specific items, so I can see if Robert Swift bought any of it.
Walter: I would need some sodium bicarbonate and a house in he country, a place to be alone in my thoughts. Some Mahler for the late nights. And time. A lot of time.
Peter: I know. It's like he's on another planet.

Astrid: So this thing has the claws of a lion and the fangs of a snake?
Walter: It reminds me of a woman I once knew in Cleveland.
Peter: Walter, these punctures are over four inches apart. And that would make this snake eight-feet long.
Walter: Her name was Harriet something.
Olivia: How is everything?
Peter: Well, apparently you're looking for a lion-snake named Harriet.

Walter: This is quite delicious.
Peter: Where did you get that?
Walter: In the car, uneaten.
Peter: What is the matter with you?
Walter: Oh, forgive my son. He's been in a mood all day.
Peter: I just figured "don't eat the evidence" goes without saying.

Walter: The spread of the digits, V-shaped. It's too wide for one of those creatures. Configuration closer to that of an eagle. Of course much, much larger.
Peter: Hey, we're looking for Big Bird.
Walter: Don't be ridiculous. Perhaps a pterodactyl.

Walter: When Belly and I were younger men, we regularly ingested large quantities of LSD.
Peter: You don't say?

Walter: I've seen this woman before. Why does she look so familiar?
Peter: Maybe because you dissected her twin sister yesterday. Remember? Blond girl about 5'7". Really well done. Melted fillings.
Walter: Oh, right.

Walter: Lab rule #1: Do not borrow Walter's equipment without asking.

Peter: You're hot. But I'm looking for someone with syphilis.

Walter: I've always wanted a two-headed goat. Where can I get a subscription?

Peter: No I don't belong here. But I don't belong their either.
Olivia: Yes you do

Olivia: You have to come back because you belong with me!

Peter: Technically I'm from no place you've ever heard of, but let's just say Boston.

Astrid: You've been smoking marijuana
Walter: I hardly classify what I've just smoked as marijuana, it's a hybrid of Chronic Supernova and Afghani Kush. I call it Brown Betty.

Walter: A well ordered house is a sign of a well ordered mind.
Peter: Yeah and staying up all night to find a perfect place for your laundry hamper is a sign of something else in my books.

Walter: As they say in Finland, there's more than one way to roast a reindeer.

Olivia: I happen to know someone who is fluent in gobbley goop.

Walter: Do you think she'll call me dad?
Peter: Who?
Walter: Agent Dunham

Walter: Just because no one has documented flying monkeys or talking lions yet hardly means they don't exist

Walter: I'm learning to appreciate cowardice, The Lion had a point.
Peter: The Lion?
Walter: The Cowardly Lion.
Peter: But again, that was just a movie and there's no flying monkeys inside the grocery store.

Walter: Peter... I have a terrible headache... and a sudden craving for chicken wings.

Walter: I'm going to enjoy this. Provided, of course, the beans have been properly soaked to leech toxicity.
Astrid: For the record, I wanted ice cream.

Walter: All commands will come through the headphones. Once you're given the order to put on the headphones, do not remove them under any circumstances. If you do, you may die a gruesome and horrible death. Thank you for your attention and have a nice day.

Astrid: Chicken. You serious?
Walter: Just a hypothesis. What do you think, more like pork?
Astrid: Truthfully, I don't really spend a lot of time thinking about what human brains would taste like.
Walter: Then why did you ask?

Olivia: Walter, do you have any thoughts?
Walter: Reminds me of Christmas. Like a fire log that burns so hot it remains intact., holding the shape of its former self. You used to love that when you were a child. You'd poke the log with your little finger when it had cooled, and you'd draw genitalia on the reindeer decorations.
Peter: Happy memories, Walter.

Walter: The ride back was invigorating. The turbulence over Ohio was like being in the belly of a seizing whale. I screamed like a little girl.
Astrid: I'm sure that went over well with the rest of the passengers.

Walter: Don't worry, Son. I promise to wear my shorts to bed so that if you bring any young ladies home, there won't be any embarrassing moments.

Peter: Yes, I do remember. Melissa was a playmate. Miss July, right. Putting together a jigsaw of a nude centerfold was Walter's idea of how to explain, what was it, human reproduction to his ten-year-old son.

Peter: I need my own bedroom. I woke up to this morning to him singing an aria from Pagliacci.
Astrid: Your father has a wonderful voice.
Peter: Not when he's doing jumping jacks. And did I mention he was naked?
Walter: A good morning sets the tone for the day.

Peter: That was Olivia. Agent Jessup told her Hughes may have killed his wife and child 17 years ago.
Walter: Oh, finally some good news. I assumes we can dig them up. I haven't had any bodies to examine.

Peter: Did you check the drawers?
Olivia: Nope. Anything I've forgotten, they can keep. I don't want to spend another minute here. I'm, uh, no good at sitting around.
Peter: You're also no good at letting people help you.
Olivia: Oh, I'll let you carry my suitcase.

Walter: Peter! Peter! They said I can ride in the back with the body. Can I?
Peter: Sure. Of course you can. Stay out of the medications, though. Please.

Walter: In the seventies I innocently wandered in the wrong home and it was three days before I realized my mistake. And unlike Olivia the woman I was sharing a bed didn't look like my wife at all.

Peter: I'm sorry Olivia.
Olivia: Don't apologize. You were the only thing that got me through. If it wasn't for you I would have never made it back. You saved my life.

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Children of Merlin reviews
After Arthur dies, all Merlin wants to do is live a normal life with his children. Well, as normal as an all powerful retired wizard can have. But it would seem that destiny had other plans for Cain and Avira. Please R&R
Merlin - Rated: T - English - Fantasy - Chapters: 3 - Words: 4,392 - Reviews: 6 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 8/3/2011 - Published: 6/21/2011 - Merlin, Arthur
Choosing Fates reviews
Two children born into a war between universes. One can save both, while the other can destroy both. Peter finds a way to save both universes, but will he be willing to make the sacrifices he needs to make to do so?
Fringe - Rated: T - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 3,752 - Reviews: 4 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 4/15/2011 - Published: 2/13/2011
Life After reviews
Suck at summaries, but here I go. Brennan's turn to move on. Booth tries to get his head around it. Please let me know what you think.
Bones - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,060 - Reviews: 16 - Favs: 21 - Follows: 54 - Updated: 2/13/2011 - Published: 12/29/2010 - T. Brennan, S. Booth
The Sixth Sense reviews
Angela's pregnant. Booth's clearly in love with the wrong woman, and Brennan's as oblivious as ever. Need I say more? Reviews much appreciated!:D
Bones - Rated: K+ - English - Chapters: 10 - Words: 17,401 - Reviews: 50 - Favs: 17 - Follows: 49 - Updated: 1/17/2011 - Published: 8/16/2010
snapshots reviews
Little moments from the future of B&B. Sort of a companion piece for Sixth Sense, but at the moment has no direct ties :
Bones - Rated: K - English - Chapters: 1 - Words: 1,024 - Reviews: 2 - Favs: 1 - Follows: 1 - Published: 10/28/2010