Dreams of the morrow hath the shattered soul Loveless Act II ( Read more... )

Sarah Connor knew there was something horrible wrong when she woke. Nothing hurt and there were people nearby. Too many for her to stay put. Her hands went to her hair and she frowned, the motion was wrong, too. Everything was wrong. Horribly wrong. This wasn't her body. It felt lighter, emptier, definitely not the solidly muscled Sarah she ( Read more... )

It had been bothering him for some time. During the day, he kept himself busy. There were always floors to be swept. Even on days where it was empty, the little wooden church seemed determined to fall into disrepair. Such were the strivings of man, Javert supposed. They were always on the edge of ruin ( Read more... )

Day three had not been the best day for Zack. Day two he'd awoken stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor of the dojo. His conversation with his IPD partner, Austin, had made him feel much better. At the very least he wasn't stuck in the body of an insane person or a woman or both. But they didn't patrol and that left Zack with plenty of time ( Read more... )

On most Sundays, Chase would rise and would ignore the day, choosing instead to spend time in the psych office to prepare for his Monday shift amongst the papers and the patients. He would ignore the fact that there were priest's vestments (even if they were a costume) under the bed, and he would ignore the Bible sitting on his shelf ( Read more... )

It was mid-morning and Zack was on the beach. It was the perfect time to do some squats. Truthfully, Zack knew of few times that were not perfect to do squats. Especially as his time spent on the island continued to grow. Vacations had never been for him ( Read more... )

He had been used to other churches. He had been used to the monks singing their prayers, the smell of incense, the bells. He had grown up with religion, been raised by religion, and, mortal sin or not, it was to religion that Gabriel Javert returned. The heat continued. He wore lighter shirts, and no ties. He spent a long time, many hours, ( Read more... )

There was a machine up in the compound, some sort of strange thing made up of clockwork and little pictures and a wheel, and it took Antoine months to figure it out. But she now knows that the funny wheels with all the little pictures on them go on the funny little machine. The shelf kept giving them to her and she kept putting them back in ( Read more... )

"Well," I said, staring foggily up at the volleyball net with a strangely foreign, evil little ball in my hands. "It seemed like a good idea at the time ( Read more... )

Port-Au-Change, after midnight. He wandered, numb. All it would have taken was a flick of Valjean's knife to end him...It would have been like him, a coward's move, the last ditch attempt of a wounded animal for freedom. It wouldn't have surprised Javert, but instead a pull at his wrists and his bindings undone. Freedom, by Valjean's hand. It ( Read more... )