A great deal of noise came from a cabin not far from the library. Spencer Reid was moving desks around at what was to be the new school. The Weasley twins had been so kind as to somehow produce a number of desks which looked exactly alike. Strange, he thought, but there was nothing about the woods that he would classify as ordinary. He had ( Read more... )

Not long after the reality storm dissipates and the Wood returns to normal, three men will find themselves waking up in the woods near the barracks ( Read more... )

Spencer Reid was exhausted, but the sight of his one and only cardigan with him here in the woods covered in dirt and blood bothered him too much to let it go for the night. He took it and the basin that he used to wash clothes in down to the river and scrubbed it as clean as he could get it with water alone. After wringing it out, he emptied the ( Read more... )

[Sort of wibbly-dated to whenever the rescue groups got back. ...wibbly-dated is totally a valid term.]

With most of the rescue parties in the barracks and probably on their way to a well-deserved rest, the Doctor has managed to get the stream to himself... and he's glad for that. Cross-legged by the edge of the water, he's trying to clean the ( Read more... )

It doesn't get any warmer or brighter as the day - or night - goes on. But after a while, a light appears out there in the darkness, different from the gleaming lights of animal eyes. It's a candle flame, burning an improbably clear gold, and bobbing steadily closer through the trees ( Read more... )

Waking up in the Woods for the first time is never a pleasant experience, but this time may be just a bit more unpleasant than most. The tangled branches overhead block out the sky, and most of the light - it could be midnight or high noon, but this part of the wood doesn't seem like it would notice the difference either way. It's bitterly cold ( Read more... )