Smushy spam

I should have posted this earlier but forgot in the slashfic rush...

Exactly thirty-eight years and... oh, about three hours ago, my mother is seventeen, and a boy she's never met before - my father - has just asked her to dance.

Drabbles

Theme for the sunday100 this week is: slash.

Damn, I'm torn between potential pairings.

My first one's here: Unnatural High, Connor/?