After a little private wedding officiated by Ruth Anne, Clay and Danny celebrate their marriage back home in the Memphis Belle.

The next morning, they wake up together, married, and all is well.

timed to early morning on the 8th ♥

Clay was sitting on the sofa in the rec-room with a mic stand in front of him. It was old, sorta beat up, the one from the stage at the party on the base. It had gotten the job done, though, and there it still was, tall and straight and cool to the touch, even in the midsts of this magic island. Even in the midsts of all this wonder.

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Angela was not. happy. about the state of the Christmas tree in the rec room. For one thing, there were no lights. None. Christmas according to Angela required small colored lights blinking at an appropriate rate of speed; too fast was too flashy, but some twinkle was necessary. And this stupid island had no strings of lights whatsoever. She ( Read more... )

Peter is fairly sure that he hasn't been out in the cold for more than five minutes before the blonde woman had accosted him. Well, certainly not accosted, precisely so much as she had desperately clung to his arm when a slippery patch of ice came in the way of her shoes and the ground ( Read more... )

Anne wasn't expecting the snow, not exactly, but somehow she wasn't surprised to see it when she woke up that morning. She remembered the day she married Ariel as being not only wonderful but cool and brisk and snowy. And now here they were one year later and the day was all of those things all over again. All of those things and one more ( Read more... )

Danny Daly believed in things. He believed in Christmas snow and lucky charms and novenas and midnight mass on New Years Eve. Sometimes, you had to light a candle against the dark. But Danny was Irish-Catholic and Boston born, so he also believed quite a bit in family. He had five older sisters and a litter of nieces and nephews, so the ( Read more... )

Jim still doesn't really have anything that fills enough of his time on the island. He gives it an honest shot, picking up work here and there and doing stuff that just looks like it needs doing, but the truth is that Jim doesn't take that much initiative, and he spends a lot of time not doing anything because he can, because there isn't anybody to ( Read more... )

There were some days, like today, when Ruth-Anne really felt her age. In fact, each year when Veterans Day rolled around she was reminded of just how much time had passed since the war, and how many years she really had lived. There was no ceremony here, no parade, no requests to put on her ill-fitting uniform, but she remembered the day ( Read more... )

The way that Clay understood it, the guns had just sorta fallen silent. The way he understood it, their war had been a different sort of war, louder and longer, fought on different fields, and Kara's had been another kind of war again, higher and further away ( Read more... )

It'd been a very rough couple of weeks, and Kara was a woman accustomed to rough weeks. There'd been a time when she'd lived and breathed them, more invigorated than downtrodden by them. But not these rough weeks ( Read more... )