( Cut for spoilers for tonight's BSG. )

Cole wasn't quite hiding from the brood of children that had invaded the house. The twins were absolutely adorable, of course, and Logan was definitely his son despite the name. What frakked up universe would he ever name his son after Logan? He shuddered trying to imagine it. It was just a little overwhelming, and he was afraid of getting ( Read more... )

Cole was sprawled on the couch like . . . a sprawling thing that sprawls. He was flipping through the channels on the TV, desperately seeking something to watch. He was bored, bored, bored. The renovations to the spare bedroom had pretty much been completed, so the nursery was nearly ready, and now he needed something new to do. Maybe he needed ( Read more... )

Cole woke up and tried to blink the grogginess away. He was in his bed but didn't remember going to sleep. The last thing he remembered was coming home Friday night after making sure Piper was safely recuperating at the clinic. He'd been utterly exhausted after his assault on Zankou, and he'd been trying to hide that from Phoebe and Sam. Piper ( Read more... )

There was a large crack in the living room ceiling, and this would not do. Cole certainly did not want the possibility of any plaster falling and hitting Phoebe, so he was determined to fix it this morning. Thus he was armed with paint, brush, plaster, trowel, drywall, hammer, nails, and a drywall lift. He did construction back in high school, ( Read more... )

Cole was sitting on the porch, watching the thunderstorm roll in. The significance of this day hadn't escaped him. Father's Day. By this time next year he would have two reasons to celebrate the day.

Twins. Daughters. Wow. At this rate the grin was never going to leave his face.

Cole was sitting on the porch of 44 Blueberry Hill with his laptop, because wireless networks were a wonderful thing. (Just don't ask him to set one up, he left that to Sam or Phoebe.) He'd managed to access an online account that belonged to the Brotherhood of the Thorn and siphoned off a bunch of money from it to his own account, giving him the ( Read more... )

The perks of not being employed anywhere meant Cole had plenty of time to lounge around the house. Today that meant being sprawled on the couch, flipping through the channels on the TV. Soap opera, soap opera, talk show, soap opera . . . daytime TV sucked.

[ooc: note to robo boy . . . no, the other robo boy. Details of Lilly's reveal are NFB, ( Read more... )

Shax was vanquished, Phoebe and Sam and Piper were all okay, and Cole was exhausted. He went upstairs to the bedroom and collapsed wearily on the bed, drifting off to sleep within minutes ( Read more... )

Cole was not a happy demon ( Read more... )