Captain Jack Harkness is going to die fighting a tin can. Though, to be fair, it's a tin can with a lot of bite.

( In a lot of ways this death is nothing like any of the other scenarios he'd ever imagined. )

Having been locked away in isolation begins to drive one a bit crazy after a long while, and Lisa was already unsettled enough. Not only had her best friend, or someone she considered to be so, called her soulless, but now she’d left her alone in this place. This rotten to the core hell hole run by the ever snide black nurse-maid, and she just ( Read more... )

A head pops up in the water along the beach, and bobs there for a very long minute. Rogue could still smell the marsh water clinging to her hair, but the taste in her mouth was definitely sea salt. She hadn't fallen unconscious when the boat tipped over sending Remy, Jean Luc, and herself into the land of the crocodiles. But apparently in the time ( Read more... )

She's been going to the gym, running laps, swimming daily, but there simply are things Lara cannot do without her personalized training room, and she's starting to be rather frustrated and restless.

In a secluded yard, where she can't possibly hit accidentally one of the kids around, she set up some targets, and she's now practicing her shooting ( Read more... )

An attractive young man in a suit sprints in, then abruptly skids to a stop, staring in confusion at his surroundings.

"Oh -- come on!" he shouts, throwing his hands in the air, annoyed and frustrated. "What now? One minute I'm chasing -- freakin' Dracula and now I'm where? The damn Twilight Zone? Another friggin' Mystery Spot? What the hell!He ( Read more... )

It's harder to leave than it should be. He'll get over it, some day, decades down the road when she's long gone and he's still around. If he could, he'd never leave, but it's better this way. Better for her, and that's what's important. One last look. No words of goodbye. It doesn't make it easier, but it's a start. They'll see each other ( Read more... )

The lobby of the hotel has been decorated for halloween, black and orange streamers hanging from the walls and balloons bouncing around both the ceiling and floor. Bowls of snacks, chips and pretzels and various kinds of candy are set around the room and construction paper, faces drawn in black crayon on carefully cut out orange paper, are taped ( Read more... )

In the main lobby area, there is a man of about thirtyish, lounging on the couch and reading a book. He has on your standard bluejeans and longsleeve shirt combination, with the addition of a pair of brightly coloured, checkered socks ( Read more... )

Enter the billionaire playboy, presumably returning to his penthouse after a night of debauchery. Look, there's even lipstick on his collar, his shirt's -- well, halfway tucked in, rather ruffled. He's in too much of a good mood to pay attention to his surroundings -- that is, until he steps into the lobby of the hotel and blinks, automatically ( Read more... )

There is a white board sitting in the lobby with the following message on it:


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