When the island had transformed overnight into something out of an Indiana Jones movie, all exotic and full of temples, Peter got the feeling things were going to get interesting. If he had only known just how, he might not have gotten so excited. Sure, there were temples to explore and new plants and animals to look at, but he scarcely had the ( Read more... )

Honestly, Ianto didn't want to be out that day. But the facts were such that sulking in his now exceedingly-too-large-for-him hut all was not a viable option. For one, Banon needed to be walked and fed. Secondly, Ianto himself needed some food, as well as a bit of exercise, shower, shave, etcetera. Thirdly, well, he assumed Daniel would come ( Read more... )

Tosh had spent days preparing for this. Days trying to not think of family at home, rather all that she had here and should be glad for. In the end it had worked, and she and Owen stood smiling at the edge of the pool, Jackson cradled in her arms, gazing out at everyone who'd come ( Read more... )

There's a certain amount of love that goes into each dish a chef prepares. Sure, there's the usual desire, longing, absolute need to get as much of it as you can before it's out of your life, but the thing is, for good food, we'll do a lot to find it and then keep it in our lives. And to please people with good food, well...there's just no letting ( Read more... )

He still hasn't been able to kill the bunnies and they follow Jack around all the time, like a swarm of adorable gerbil-ish little rats. Or whatever, something cute and fuzzy and white. Still, he'll get his courage up. Or he'll find someone with courage and then take credit, but the point is, they will be dinner ( Read more... )

He spent most of the past four days reading up on everything that he could find about the island and its history. Unfortunately, 'everything he could find' was a paltry amount. He'd barely learned anything more through his research than Charlie and Eden had already told him when he'd first arrived. Most of it was urban mythology and psychological ( Read more... )

Claude hadn't shaved in a week.

He should have known better. Should have realized that one night of good sex wasn't enough to change his whole world view. That there was no such thing as closure. That everyone screws you over in the end, no matter how many times they've done it before, how many amends you've made ( Read more... )

It seemed like forever since Peter had last worked his shift in the clinic. In some ways, it was. For nearly two months he had lost himself and he wouldn't ever get that time back. Yes, he did remember the things he'd done during those two months he had lost his memory. However, he hadn't been himself. Gwen had been so incredibly strong during ( Read more... )

[On December 27, Gwen accidentally discovers Sylar while walking home from the Compound. She runs to get Peter, who snaps out of his amnesia when he connects who Sylar is. While Gwen runs to fetch help from Claude, Sylar and Peter face each other down, to a tragic end. Rated PG-13-ish for violence.]

There were few things on the island that could make Ellie feel normal ( Read more... )