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... )

A few weeks into her stay on the island, Britta really wasn't sure what to think of it all. On one hand, it was a tropical paradise covered in really super hot people, where everything was free and nothing required work. People got what they needed and helped each other to do the same, doing the best they could, and the whole thing was so sweet, ( Read more... )

This was officially the longest, most fucked up, out of your mind kind of loony night in her entire life. Of all the ways she’d imagined her life might go, she sure as hell never would’ve cooked up anything this bizarre. She’d be the first to admit to letting that imagination of hers run wild, life of its own kind of crazy, but this? This was ( Read more... )

There were few joys in the world like a good old campfire, smores, and a book. Even though the bookshelf kept giving him Patterson, Patterson, and more Patterson (honestly, did it produce three times the work in the span of a second? Did Island-time somehow conspire to let him finish even more books in the blink of an eye?), he still had something ( Read more... )

It takes Sean a little more than a week and a little more than an afternoon spent knocking back drinks before he finally gets back to work on building a fence for the dog. He'd been making decent progress before the hurricane had seen fit to undo it all, but with everything else that's been dogging him lately, he just hasn't been able to work up ( Read more... )

Friday nights at the Winchester had very quickly become a part of George's routine. Because he'd apparently gone insane when he'd signed up for classes, it meant both Chinese and Japanese on the same day, which were difficult enough to learn without the possibility of accidentally mixing them up during class. In fact, he was still beating himself ( Read more... )

"This is horrible," remarked Temperance Brennan to anyone within earshot.

In the lab, it wasn't likely that anyone would be listening, but that might have been the purpose in the choosing of her location. Some would have argued, and with a distinct possibility of being correct, that a lab was no place for this kind of activity. Labs were for ( Read more... )

Make no mistake: Disco was super cheesy. That doesn't mean that it wasn't also super fun. The whole point of the movement was being free and ridiculous, and even after living through the backlash in the Eighties when everyone conveniently forgot they'd been disco fiends, I had to give all those dancing queens credit for knowing how to have a good ( Read more... )

Life was getting to be pretty routine. He had classes, he had Vala and William, and he had a dog who was first nosing his hand and then licking it and then biting down just hard enough that he finally woke up and shoved her away ( Read more... )

Organized rescue searches were all well and good, but Angel had never really been good at working in teams. Even having Cordelia and Wesley around was a new thing for him, and as they were quick to tell him, he took them for granted sometimes. Sometimes he forgot niceties like ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t think ( Read more... )