Temperance Brennan had a plan ( Read more... )

There were some things that you never forgot ( Read more... )

"...something borrowed, something blue," DG muttered. She leaned on the counter in the kitchen and chewed thoughtfully on a scavenged pen while gazing into the middle distance. Open before her was a wedding-planning guide the bookshelf had been kind enough to give her, and it still seemed inadequate ( Read more... )

In health as well as illness, Roger was a giant pain in the ass. When he was expected to be up and about, he was often sleeping, sulking, selfishly sowing the seeds of sorrow like some kind of overly dramatic teenager. And when he was supposed to be resting, he wanted nothing more than to get out of bed, see the world -- as much of it as island ( Read more... )

Mark had known for years that it would eventually be Roger's time. Eventually the disease would take its toll. He'd been there when April had taken her own way out. When Roger had overdosed. He'd been there for Angel and he'd been there for Mimi on Christmas, and later when Angel wasn't waiting to tell her to turn around and listen to that boy's ( Read more... )

It was still raining. Damn ( Read more... )

Coraline had barely been able to contain her glee upon waking up and finding the weather had turned for the worse. Staring out at the rain from her shared hut doorway, Coraline practically bounced on toes with glee. Sticking her hand outside she laughed as her arm and hand got covered in cold wet stuff that she very much associated with home. It ( Read more... )

Their meeting was completely chance, but even so, it was a meeting of the fucking minds. As Roger left the Compound with his guitar to set up and write somewhere along the inspiring shoreline, Bill was packing up his practice in the rec room. It seemed like an opportunity, and one that shouldn't have been wasted ( Read more... )

Cain was beginning to suspect that unless he started poking and prodding at Glitch (with DG's help, they could even use a big stick), there was absolutely not going to be any kind of wedding. Ever. He still didn't enjoy the idea of doing it all himself, but he at least had marched to the Compound to start mapping out just what they had to do ( Read more... )

While she knew that their island was not heavily populated in the truest sense of the word, there were more people on it with each month, and space and time to be alone was beginning to be hard to come by-- even in the lab. Ideas would weigh heavily on her mind, and they weren't just worries about the island. They were things like, what if they ( Read more... )