Elektra had taken care of everything she needed. Abby was safe and it was time for her to move on and where did she decide to go? Back to New York. She sat on the plane and fidgeted she hadn't been back in awhile. When the plane landed everything seemed normal. She rented a car and booked a nice hotel and drove off towards it, though when she came ( Read more... )

He steps through the doorway, flicking through his mail for the day when he notices his surroundings. He pauses, turns to look backwards and then forwards again ( Read more... )

Torchwood employees-- even the ones who make the coffee-- make it a point to stay in shape. Normally there is no trouble accomplishing this, what with aliens and Weevils and all manner of other things. Here at the hotel, on the other hand, there's too much of a chance to go soft, to get lazy. To get boredIt's a warm, clear day, perfect for outdoor ( Read more... )

Paul skipped along towards the stairs, he'd made another new friend. That made two friends now. And a good few dozen more who couldn't stand the sight of him. Or the smell either ( Read more... )

"Ha!" yells a Spaniard in red red robes. "Nobody expects the - wait. . . oh, damn."

This is not the dungeon.

He pauses to observe his new environs, noting that there are a few people milling around the spacious antechamber.

"Fang! Biggles? Good Lord, what is this nonsense!?" In a fit of rage, he cries, "Where are my cardinals?" to no one in particular ( Read more... )