I had not seen her in decades. Photos, surveillance tapes, yes, but not the woman herself. She had contacted me through the versatile Mr. Sark, but in a way, I had felt her presence before. After all, I saw Jack and Sydney on a daily basis at work, and her fingerprints on them were unmistakable ( Read more... )

Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables. - Sappho"So Irina is alive," I said to Elena Derevko, pretending only mild interest ( Read more... )

In my entire life, I never met a man who managed to be as simultanously brilliant and dense as Jack Bristow did. Jack made me face certain truths about myself I was unaware of or had clad in a more convenient robe... and then, just as I was stunned and infuriated by his insight, he finished his analysis by managing to miss the entire point. The ( Read more... )

The linguist in me strongly objects to the simplification and indeed misuse of the term "Nemesis". I take it the question refers to a rather banal definition like "greatest enemy" or "most constant rival", or even "most hated person". Now of course there are several people in my life to whom such designations could be applied, and yet they do not ( Read more... )

ooc: set in the middle of the third season, not in present day, for obvious reasons.

Annus Mirabilis“Let’s talk about sex,” Judy Barnett said, about an hour after we had slept together for the first time, and when I looked at her, she actually sported a slight blush, a rare thing for a psychiatrist. “Not ours. That was… unexpected. But ( Read more... )

RegretHe did warn her. Judy Barnett, armed with the weapons Freud, Jung and assorted successors equiped the psychiatric profession with, arrives to make him talk about his regrets. What Arvin Sloane tells her before talking about anything else is as clear as he could possibly be with her ( Read more... )

You quit smoking the day after Laura Bristow dies. It’s not a sacrifice in her honour, but you feel compelled to do something, and this seems fitting; smoke is something you associate with Laura, for various reasons. Later, when you find out she wasn’t really Laura and isn’t actually dead, you light a single cigarette and feel strangely juvenile ( Read more... )

Think about a big decision you made in your life, now pretend there was a twist of fate and you acted differently. Write a fic showing us the different you, or just tell us how you your life would be different now.In retrospect, he's fairly certain that what ruined his life, and so many others, was the attempt to do the right thing ( Read more... )