Owen had been having kind of a shit day. Of course, those came more often than not on the island, but that didn't make those days any less shit. As a result, Owen was currently tromping though the jungle, just off of the beaten path, on his way to Helen's. If there was one thing that would cheer him up, it was a good shag, and god knew she was good ( Read more... )

For what feels like a really long time, Charlie can't do anything but stare. She tells Ianto she's alright, and she is, she really is, but the world feels like it's spinning just a little bit quicker than she is, right then. She needs it to settle down and let her catch up. She sits down before she falls down. Two months, the doctor, said. Two ( Read more... )

Throwing a party was a lot more work than Logan had anticipated, and he found himself grateful for a change that Jack had so many friends. Decorating wasn't so bad, and it went by faster with the help of Prior and Maureen, but food... Well, anyone who had ever tasted Logan's attempts at anything other than pancakes or bacon would be glad to know ( Read more... )

Sam liked the Hub for a variety of reasons. For one, the barkeep poured generously. For another, what he poured didn't taste like shit even if it wasn't the same as the stuff back home. Lastly, it wasn't usually frequented by people he knew -- like Dean and Jess and Neil -- who hung out in the Winchester more than here. If Sam was going to get ( Read more... )

Though she wouldn't be taking any part in it, Karen enjoyed watching everyone else do the speed dating thing. It was nice seeing people connect, but even better seeing the mismatched dates. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud ( Read more... )

Owen hadn't really been keeping a close eye on the date since he'd arrived on the island. Actually, most of the time, he had to be reminded of what day of the week it was. It had been that way back home sometimes, but there, the days tended to blur together more so because he was always busy. There was always some alien or some odd bit of rift ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

There was snow on the ground, there was a chill in the air, and Christmas was afoot. Sally had always spent her childhood insisting that if Santa really existed, then he would give her a rich husband so she could retire and inflate (possibly not in that exact order). Santa never quite came, though, and it wasn't like she was doing it for herself ( Read more... )

As much as Owen hated the fact that the island had turned into some kind of a winter wonderland overnight, he wasn't about to stay cooped up in the compound until the snow'd melted. For starters, the cold meant it was more crowded inside than usual, and sitting around in the rec room really only meant there were more chances he'd end up stuck under ( Read more... )

If Owen was in a sour mood today, it was for a good reason. He'd put off laundry day one day too many and was stuck in a t-shirt that read "FRANKIE SAYS RELAX" in giant letters on the front until his first load was done. It was one of the shit parts of the island that he should have been used to by now, but the clothes box refusing to be anything ( Read more... )