The Little Black Book of BSC Dating: 1/?

This is a community for anything and everything Pike-related. No, really: anything. Check out the rules & faq to get started and to see a few examples of the types of posts you can make here. Want to be inducted into the Pike mafia? Fill out this application to see which Pike you're most like. All participants will receive an imaginary plate of Daddy Stew from the Pikes' kitchen. (What's that? You think Daddy Stew sounds disgusting? Okay, you can come for Wednesday spaghetti night or Sunday morning waffles instead. Just don't feed Pow---trust me, he gets enough.)

Margo, Claire, and Jessi.

Margo's postcard to Stacey.

baby-sitters club fic rec

Magic, by ozqueen Words: 1800 Rating: PG Summary: John Pike: Father. Husband. Lawyer. Neighbourhood Santa Claus. Excerpt: “Santa's come to collect his letters!” John says in a deep voice. “Who has a letter for Santa?” His children all bounce around him in delight, eyes focused on the big red suit, the big black boots, the big white beard, and less on the familiar blue eyes twinkling behind the gold spectacles sitting on his nose. “Hello, Santa!” Dee says, arriving amongst the chaos. Margo clings to her leg. “Mrs. Pike!” Santa says. “You get more and more beautiful every year.” “And you're as charming as ever, Santa,” Dee says, grinning at him. She looks down at Margo and touches the top of her head gently. “We've all been busy writing letters, haven't we, kids?” “I wrote mine all by myself!” Mallory says, clutching her letter to her chest breathlessly. Santa lowers his voice a little, for Margo's sake. “I remember little Mallory Pike,” he says, bending down to peer at her. “Little Mallory Pike has very, very good spelling.” Mallory's face goes bright red with pleasure. She passes her letter to him with trembling hands, and Santa places it carefully into the big red sack he's brought – already rustling with letters written by all the other neighbourhood children.

baby-sitters club fic rec

Old, by lucida Words: 3164 Rating: G Summary: The Pikes go through all the boxes in their attic, which brings up old memories and reminiscing. Set about 4 years after canon. Excerpt: “Look what I found!” Claire suddenly squealed, interrupting her older siblings. She carried over an old shoebox filled with dusty cassette tapes. Margo, whose mood hadn’t improved much, groaned. “That is it? Tapes? When are we going to be done?” “Not just any tapes!” Claire informed Margo happily, singling one out and offering it to her older sister. It had a homemade label across the front, with messy scrawl written in red marker. “Christmas tapes.” Margo frowned, as if she didn’t know what that had to do with anything, before reading the title. “ ‘Our Twelve Days of Christmas.‘ The one we’ve been trying to find for years?” “We should go downstairs and listen to it!” Nicky suggested. Margo quickly agreed. Anything to get out of cleaning the attic.