[Backdated to mid-July 09]

( Babies didn't wait for indoor and outdoor plumbing to be invented, Doctor. )

[Backdated to Mid-June 09]

( I wasn't prepared for this. And I was never, at any point in my life, prepared for you, Cameron Mitchell. )

Austen, in general, was usually as quiet as one expected a cat to be. Austen's demanding yowls disturbing his sleep generally meant something had been upset. He'd slept more deeply over the past few weeks--using his free time the lack of the Catscratch Club gave him to tire himself out, and spending the rest of it taking care of Carolyn--but he ( Read more... )

He did not factor the wind into his plans, but...he couldn't say he had very many cohesive plans for this day, anyway. For the most part...he was just going to wing it. Nothing else made sense, and after reflecting on his time with Carolyn...nothing else ever had made sense. They made plans, they made promises, but for the most part, all that ever ( Read more... )

While previously the temperature could have been argued at, in the time it took to get from the beach to New Atlantis, the temperature had plummeted and it was obvious whatever was about to happen was not going to be one of the island's mild, natural spats of temper. Fortunately, it only took a minute to gather the supplies he might need--and ( Read more... )

He wasn't thinking about what day it was. In fact, he hadn't thought about how long he'd been on the island in more than a casual calculation for months. It'd become too painful to think about, and a moot point to dwell on. By this point it didn't matter if rescue came in a day, a week, or months. All that mattered was the hope that it would. He'd ( Read more... )

He was still sore, and his cuts still stung from the fight, but he'd won, and temporarily knocked that smug smile off of Ace. And at the end of it, Carolyn had been there to kiss it all better. Despite the man's interference, the day hadn't been so bad after all. There was still time to go out to his shift and find more flighty, occasionally ( Read more... )

Despite appearances, the Compound Couch was one of the more uncomfortable places he'd slept in recent memory. If he was going to stay away from New Atlantis any longer--which was currently still the plan--he would have to find somewhere better to stay. Not the least of which was because one night on the couch was innocent, but further nights would ( Read more... )

EVERYTHING NEVER SAID

Rated: PG/PG-13
Spoilers: 7.20 Lost City, 9.01 Avalon Pt1

Summary: The crash, and the backstory they never told.

"I'm not going to help you walk," she said. "I'm going to help you run."

[Dated 11/25]

It had been almost a week now. He wasn't certain if it felt like longer or shorter...but he was certain he didn't care. He wasn't certain when things changed. Oh, he could point at where things started fouling up...but in his experience, something went wrong long before the symptoms appeared.

But...he honestly didn't know what or ( Read more... )