[Inspired by Desperate Fans]

Justin could not remember quite when the woman had joined them. She was tall and handsome, her dark hair flowing loose and blending with the smoke; she kept pace with him easily, at the head of the throng.

He hailed her, in a breathless pause: "You! What's your name?"

She threw him a hard grin. "Nemesis."

It made him smile, for the first time in days.

He lost her for a time, in the twisting streets. When he caught sight of Theo at the foot of the barricade, fury blinded him. He forgot her entirely, until her sword flashed down.

[Even more inspired by Desperate Fans]

They had buried Diana that morning, under a diamond-blue sky. When the rain began, after midnight, Stephen was sitting dry-eyed in the dark room.

Not quite alone. She stood with her back to him; the gloss of her black hair distinguished her from the shadows.

"Are you not content?" he asked her.

"Yes," she said, and turned to him a pale, pale face more familiar than his own. "Would you come with me now?"

Her dark eyes were gentle. "No," he said at length. "Not even yet."

And Death smiled, swept him a curtsey, and was gone.