It was late afternoon by the time Jill found herself ready to return to New Atlantis. Rodney had gone back only a few hours earlier and she'd promised to be there that night, prepared to follow him soon after he'd gone, but her stop up at the Compound had changed her plans a bit. Information seemed to spread like wildfire on the island and she hadn ( Read more... )

It had been nearly a week since the explosion on the beach and although Jill wasn't talking about it, she expected her discomfort was still obvious to those who knew her well, simply by looking at how little time she was spending alone. Every day she went to the lab and she worked until she couldn't keep her eyes open any longer or until it began ( Read more... )

Since the unfortunate incident with Lucifer, Jill hadn't exactly avoided John so much as she'd just avoided having a real conversation with him. About anything. Saying hi in the hall didn't really count as a conversation and after awhile she'd begun to feel guilty, especially since Rodney's arrival. John hadn't done anything wrong and ( Read more... )

If anyone knew what was going on with Jill, it was likely they'd tell her that she was being stupid, that she was making a mistake or any number of other things she didn't want to hear at the moment. They were things she knew, things she was well aware of, even if she didn't want to admit them to herself. She hadn't dealt with David's ( Read more... )

Although it was nearly two weeks since the disaster that had been Halloween, Jill still found herself bouncing back and forth between a deep depression and desire to withdraw, and a furious rage that she wanted desperately to take out on someone other than herself. The truth was that she was angry at David for leaving her and she was angry at ( Read more... )