The problem with I-90 was three fold. First it went through Gillette, WY. Home sweet fucking home. He swore he could still smell the Manticore base. It smelled like concrete, industrial laundry soap and pain. He didn't slow down to contemplate it. To afraid a ghost would get him. And not the kind that his adopted family in Rhode Island knew ( Read more... )

1) are your parents married or divorced ( Read more... )

A note stuck to Alec's office and appartment doors.I had to jet. Where you ask? Home in Rhode Island. Yeah, I know it was sudden. And unexpected. Kinda like the Spanish Inquisition. You know the drill. Call ( Read more... )

Alec holds his cell phone to his ear litening to it ring, waiting for John to pick up. He wasn't sure if the man was at work, but he was hoping like hell that he answered. As he waited he began throughing things into his well used backpack, starting with his pills.

Ten facts about my family ( Read more... )

Alec had gotten up earlier than Ally and tucked the blankets in around her where he used to be. They had ended up cuddled together a lot like a pair of cats. He fully intended to try and pretend that his little lapse of control last night hadn't happened. At least if Ally and the other's would let him get away with it. He made extra coffee ( Read more... )

Ally, are you mad at me?

"I need a rain coat."

::Ally's phone ringing in the evening::

"It's kinda weird as bars go. It caters to bikers. And by bikers I mean, wih peddles." He led Ally into the bar and gett hem eacha soda. He wanted to stay by the door because he figured it would be long before the other's arived.

Alec didn't bother with the buzzer by the gate. He hardly ever did any more. He left his bike in front and made the ten foot leap easily. Normally when he came he'd spend time with Rachel, but today was set aside for Ally. And he was going to start by showing her all the places, besides where they were, that he lived his life at. He let himself ( Read more... )