Matt was sitting in the rec room, minding his own business. Isn't that the way it always goes? Just minding your own business was when the worst shit always went down, wasn't it ( Read more... )

Once he had gotten permission to be in the kitchen actually making Hayley's bento had gone far more smoothly than he had thought it would. The food had been the easy part, but then he figured that would be the case. It had been mostly about making sure of what they had and then figuring out how to make that work ( Read more... )

A half-dressed Jack and a frustrated Hayley try to deal with the clothes box. It's only giving out pink things for both of them. They take a break to get a drink and talk for a bit in the kitchen before returning to get Jack a shirt. There is flirting on both sides, the Doctor has become Jack's conscience, and even though she thinks he's cute, he ( Read more... )

"There'll be water if ka wills it," Cuthbert observed wryly, listening to the rain pummel relentlessly on the compound roof above. The weather had taken a slightly disconcerting turn over the last few days. During their time on the island of Tabula Rasa, the boys had seen rain, but nothing quite like this. It had brought them in from their outdoors ( Read more... )

Two days into the rain, Paul decided he had to be impressed with the construction of his hut, which (no thanks to him, but rather to the people who'd actually built it) had admirably withstood the change in weather with only one very small leak and a veritable curtain of water pouring from the edges of its roof ( Read more... )

Alain sat cross legged beneath the treehouse that he'd been sharing with Cuthbert. The boys had been working together to make a home for their unexpected guest in the form of a horse, Glue Boy, who had stubbornly followed his master to the island laden with things from home. But there was another project that Alain had begun to work on ( Read more... )

It was once said that time healed all wounds.

Menander and Chaucer and their ilk were welcome to their delusions. In truth, the only healer was death, and at times, even that was not enough. Oh yes, there were ways to lessen and to numb--he'd wasted half a century drinking so much he'd lost decades. It was not so difficult as one might think, ( Read more... )

Hiro had been on the island for several weeks now. He couldn't believe it had almost been a month. It seemed like every day his 'celebrity' sighting list got longer and longer. He was happy enough with his life on the island, but he wouldn't be upset if his powers saw fit to start working again. He really had a lot to catch Ando up on ( Read more... )

"No, no, we'll have just the one ladder. That way, should any enemies attempt pursuit, we can cut them off at the lift ( Read more... )

He's sitting by the porch, almost under it, book in one hand and meal scraps in the other, from a bowl he left on the ground next to him.  He alternates between reaching into the shadows to offer the food and reading in no real pattern, pretending to ignore Bonspiel in the hopes that she'll come out to steal from the bowl.  She has to eat ( Read more... )