"I hope the leaving is joyful; and I hope never to return." --Frida KahloGrissom had actually been away from the lab for a few days. It was easy enough to find someone to make sure the insects had food and water and were generally flourishing, with the doctors and patients and other scientists about. A few held some fears regarding the little ( Read more... )

It feels like the story of her life, these days: it isn't much, but it'll do. It's what she's got. It's her life now. The hut isn't much, but it'll do. The bed's comfortable, and it keeps her dry when it rains. Her friends, such as they are, know where to find her. Babe knows where to find her. The heat's good. She'd grown so used to being ( Read more... )

As little as Sarah liked it, there was no real choice but to roll with what she'd been told by Chuck and Casey. The whole magic island in the middle of nowhere business made as little sense now as it had in the middle of the night, but in the absence of evidence to the contrary, all she could do for the moment was assume that the pair of them knew ( Read more... )

She'd gotten up early with the intent of slow roasting all sorts of things on the fire and making her usual batch of semi-spicy cacao.  Somewhere near-dusk, she'd ended up with roasted peppers, carrots, potatoes (all from the garden), some regular white mushrooms (in Mexico, goddammit, you learned what could kill you real fast), squashes, herb- ( Read more... )

Between the football and the baseball, not to mention the time Nick spent in the lab, looking for random projects to keep him occupied, he found himself running fairly short on leisure time. Well, comparatively speaking, when considering the amount of free time that Nick had prior to things starting to get busy ( Read more... )

Sometimes when people let you down, it's not by disappearing. Sometimes all they have to do is come back ( Read more... )

"Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam,
Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home."
--John Howard PayneThe truth was, he'd given up looking for her a long time ago. During the moping process, he'd come to all the usual conclusions: he wasn't good enough for her, she wasn't ready to settle down, their timing was off. He could ( Read more... )

Stretched out on a blanket on the sand, Eden wakes up. She opens one eye, then the other, blinking in the sunlight and, for a moment, it feels like she was dreaming about Glasgow. She couldn't be sure, though. Since she'd lot her eye, Eden had never remembered her dreams. If she'd remembered them before that, she'd been too young to know it now ( Read more... )

Sara had a headache, and while the rec room was probably not the best place to rest her head, it was a lot cooler and a lot less humid than their hut. Even if the jukebox kept insisting on playing low-level alternachicks, just loud enough to break through and start splintering the block of ice that was this migraine ( Read more... )

"At sixteen, the adolescent knows about suffering because he himself has suffered, but he barely knows that other beings also suffer.” -- Jean-Jacques RousseauThe second time Gil Grissom woke up as a teenage girl, he was starting to be concerned ( Read more... )