It was, in many ways, a relief to be able to leave her room for the first time in a week, but Elliot just wished she didn't have to do it with a baby in her arms.

Okay, so it was her baby, but she was kind of pissed at him. She was still really sore and felt like she'd been gutted with an ice cream scoop. She supposed it was better to be carrying ( Read more... )

Bad enough living through his death the first. Worse living through it again, repeatedly afterward. Then Haight taunting him about it. Again. And now the nightmares were back. They were getting better, but the latest one had still left him with a blown-out TV. Not to mention all the burn marks on his walls ( Read more... )

So, this was the end of the line for old Gigolo Joe, thought the mecha as he sat stiffly in the seat of the amphibicopter next to the authorities that had dragged him in. When the time had come Joe didn’t think his last feelings would be toward David, but they were. He found himself hoping? Yes, hoping, that David would somehow find his blue fairy ( Read more... )

Because it had to happen eventually, Horace and Hermes finally encounter each other.

Backdated to late night on July 23rd. Only warning is language.

Horace was sleeping. He didn’t get to sleep for thirty years because of that damnable island, until Torque arrived and freed him. He had thirty years of insomnia to catch up on, and after that, he’d probably sleep some more. Sleep was nice because in his dreams, She was still alive. In his dreams, there was no pain. In his dreams, they could be ( Read more... )