Charlie Crews is on the roof of the compound ( Read more... )

The rain having gone a fortnight ago was very much a good thing, as far as Evey was concerned. That much rain reminded her of London's weather, which had always been fairly depressing other than the rain on the night she'd discovered V's deception. That was exhilarating rain, but it was certainly an exception. She'd gone only to the school, ( Read more... )

The house before him looms still unfinished and McCoy really doesn't know whether Scotty's disappearance is some vague way of telling him to quit the project. Still, he might run away from ruins of an old life, but he's a damn stubborn ass about giving up. So rather than just let the foundation be, he's started to get back to it ( Read more... )

Geoffrey's of an age when he doesn't necessarily do much to celebrate his birthday anymore. (Well, he'll probably demand birthday sex later, but he also demands non-birthday sex so that won't be much of a change. And actually, he doesn't generally have to demand sex at all. Sex just happens ( Read more... )

"Sam!"

She knew this day would come, but it seems too early. He's still so little and she should have more time to prepare, mentally and strategically. It shouldn't be this way. She's supposed to have more time.

There's just no way Sam should be able to unclip his leash already.

It's like every bad made for TV movie Kate's ever seen. She only left him ( Read more... )

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in, and it was time to celebrate, not only the results, but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something ( Read more... )

The Island isn't quite Positano by first glance, though Peter isn't going to hold that against the place. It boasts a fair share of beautiful sandy beaches and wondrous views and it doesn't even pose the threat of le vecchie donne causing problems and wondering why, oh why, has he not found a lovely woman yet ( Read more... )

For the very first time in a very long time, Daisy is creating something again. Sure, it might not be as world-shattering as the Mona Lisa and it may well not be exactly so tasty as the things a brilliant chef can do and she is no Geoffrey, but she's doing something. It's better than nothing and it's better than being known as the woman who takes ( Read more... )

With the sun's last rays dwindling in the sky and all manner of friend and volunteer being so wonderfully helpful, Jane believed that New Pemberley was well-equipped for the evening's festivities. She had the loveliest of help from her friends who only deserved the most effusive words of praise for their tasks in helping with chairs, tables, and ( Read more... )

It had been a long time since Patrick Jane had been to the tiny hut called home. So after he had spent time with both Daniel and Cole, and found out there were no more therapists left on the island to help him with his own particular 'issues', well, there really was nothing left to do but go home, and clean up what remained of his life ( Read more... )