A year. It's been over a year since Kaylee first arrived in Taxon, over a year since she's been landlocked. A year where she's watched people come and go, where she's made new friends, lost them, and made some more. A year in which she's experienced everything from exciting eras on Earth-That-Was to complete system failures ( Read more... )

"Goooood morning, fellow inmates."

Paul tap-taps the little screen, exhales cigarette smoke towards it. He thinks he's got the right settings for 'city-wide broadcast' but only experimenting will tell.

"There's still, what, a fucking foot of snow on some of the sidewalks? Just the right conditions to go shoppingThe view of his face vanishes as ( Read more... )

The camera's not aimed at Willow when it turns on. It's aimed at a cute little kitten on the bed. The kitten's playing around with string she found and seems to be having a grand old time. Willow's behind the camera, reading a book. Yes, that book, the one full of big spells that the aliens gave her for Christmas, and that she's been hiding ever ( Read more... )

Stirring her tea with a spoon, Amy idly listened to the sound of the metal hitting the ceramic sides of her cup. She was thinking.

The Doctor had been gone... well, she didn't know how long, but it seemed to her she'd just become aware of it. When had she last spoken to him? Or even seen him? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled ( Read more... )

The Hyperion Hotel was not the most impressive hotel he had ever been in, although it did have a certain ambiance he could not help but approve of. It looked as though it had been originally built in perhaps the 1930s, the height of the Art Nouveau movement, which made it a very endearingly young building and, of course, meant that by American ( Read more... )

Taxon goes through phases, Dawn knows that. Other than Kirk, Faith, River, and technically-- if you base it on entrance date instead of longevity-- Dean, she's the person who's been around the longest, so she really knows. Person A goes, Person B enters. Person A comes back, with or without memories. Eventually, Person B leaves too. There's not so ( Read more... )

It's Christmas Eve, and for the most part the night is quiet. The city is covered in a blanket of snow, and the festive lights shine on silently in the dark ( Read more... )

Spencer Reid had been so scarce over the past few days that if one wasn't looking for him (or observing his dot on the tablet tracking device) one might have thought he had gone home. In fact, he had been busy putting the finishing touches on his latest project ( Read more... )

There's been an awful lot of departures lately, haven't there? It seems like something's going on. Although there always is something going on, I guess ( Read more... )

Spencer stood in the office that Brennan had allowed him at the Jeffersonian, staring at a white board covered in writing. On the right side were the names of the most recent newcomers: Paul Smecker, Michael Westen, Sam Axe, Sookie Stackhouse, Buffy Summers (with an asterisk next to both of those names), Katherine Pierce, Elisa Maza. On the left ( Read more... )