[backdated to Christmas!]

Up for something Christmas-like? No gifts. My string of lights are depressing me.

Cassie jerked back to consciousness on the couch where she lay. Her hand went to her face, scrubbing it tiredly. When she'd splayed across one of the couches in the mansion lobby, she hadn't expected to fall asleep. But, apparently, she had. She sat up with a grunt, scrubbing a hand down her face before scratching at her scalp. Sending her sleep- ( Read more... )

Anyone see my roommate around? Gibbs? I'd describe him, but I've never met the guy.

All Cassie had gone to do was get lunch. She'd done it before. A million times. Well, it'd felt like a million times. She'd stopped at the ice cream place to get Pooch ice cream. It was weird how the demon dog from some fucked up hell dimension liked something so cold, but he'd reassured her that he'd eat all of it and wouldn't let any of it mess ( Read more... )

( Text to Jack and the Doctor )

Claire had wandered into the main kitchen hoping to get some dog food out of the pantry for Mr. Muggles. He was going to be miserable when she set it down in front of him, but that had everything to do with her mom spoiling him and nothing to do with bags of dry food she had found for him. It was normal, healthy dog food. When he was hungry enough ( Read more... )

In the middle of another bout of nightmares, Cassie slept, curled up on her side. Her hand gripped the pillow and her brow furrowed. For as long as she'd had the nightmares about her mother, she never got used to them. She always woke up in a cold sweat, with a start, heart beating as if it was trying to escape her chest.

This morning was like any ( Read more... )

( [Dawn Summers] )

By this point, if he said he was exhausted? It was an understatement ( Read more... )

As the evening went on, Rush only grew more crowded ( Read more... )