due South: Curtains by Kat Allison

Curtains (Welsh-Fraser | G | 1,567 words): A consultant insists Welsh get rid of his blinds so as to be a better leader. It's a wonderful look at Welsh and what it means to be in charge plus how he and Fraser relate to each other.

Excerpt:
"Ah, Lieutenant! I see that your office has been returned to the status quo ante bellum."

He sighed. "We are back to normal, Constable, if that's what you're saying. For whatever value of normal pertains in this place."

"Indeed." Fraser stepped inside and pivoted, head angled. "If you'll excuse me--" He stepped over and tweaked the cord on one set of blinds until they hung so straight you could lay a level on them. "Ah, there we go." Turning back, he clasped his hands behind his back. "Though it's not my place to say so, I do judge this a preferable arrangement, on the whole."

"You're not big on creating the positive imagery of collaboration?"

Good Omens: Devil's Dance by Gehayi

Devil's Dance (Crowley-Aziraphale | PG | 4,895 words): Crowley and Aziraphale make a bet as to who's the better dancer. This is just neat and fun, especially the details about the dance marathon.

Excerpt:
Whatever the angel might have said next was drowned out by the voice of the emcee explaining the rules. The rules were very simple: dancing, aside from the thirty-second breaks between songs, had to be continuous. There were breaks, if you wanted to call them that--fifteen minutes rest every four hours. And if anyone stopped dancing at any other time, he or she was out of the contest for good.

Aziraphale turned horrified eyes toward Crowley. "Crowley, this is cruel. These poor, half-starved children--they'll never survive it!"

"Miracle them some stamina, then," said Crowley absent-mindedly, then flushed, grimacing as if biting his tongue.

Aziraphale folded his arms across his chest and scowled at the demon. "No using supernatural powers, you said. First person to use them loses the wager."

"I said no using supernatural powers to win," Crowley corrected. "A few minor miracles to help the mortals keep up with us--well, it's not something my people care about, but if it keeps you focused on what's important, I'm willing to go along with it. It's not as if we haven't done each other's jobs before." He gazed heavenward, wearing a martyred expression.

"That's not the point," muttered Aziraphale.

"No," replied Crowley agreeably, as loud brassy music began playing. "The point is, the band's started and you have ten seconds to get on the dance floor." He grabbed hold of Aziraphale's hand, took two steps, and released the angel's hand. "There. Now, DANCE!"

With that, he slipped away into the crowd and was lost from view.

Aziraphale stared helplessly at the crowd of rapidly gyrating dancers, gritted his teeth and began to do a partnerless gavotte.

Naruto: Home Sweet Home by littledust

Home Sweet Home (Ino-Shikamaru-Chouji | PG | 298 words): Ino, Shikamaru, and Chouji together for a mission. This is short but greatly characterized, showing how the three of them fit together, and nicely light-hearted.

Excerpt:
They would be sure to think that such a loud, unsubtle group would be easy prey.

Not that those two didn't act like this all the time anyway.

DC Universe: Braaaaaaaaaaaains by poisonivory

Braaaaaaaaaaaains (Justice League | G | 349 words): With so many of the Justice League dead, it makes sense to bring them back as zombies, right? Hee! I would not mind if beloved dead characters were brought back as zombies if this were how it went. It's almost sweet, if something with animated rotting corpses can be sweet.

Excerpt:
And trying to figure out the very existence of zombie Skeets gave J’onn a headache.