Chase had, effectively, given him an ultimatum--write his dissertation and do his training hours, or in fewer words, shit or get off the pot ( Read more... )

Abby had always liked Peanuts, the comic strip as well as the legume, and so she'd developed a habit of putting little Lucy-esque signs on the council door if she was in. She'd done "Paperwork Help One Cookie" since she couldn't charge actual money, and she'd done "The Councilmember is Preoccupied" a couple times when she'd been working on filing ( Read more... )

Sarah left the building at a leisurely pace, picking a direction at random. Ostensibly she was seeking the newspaper to offer her services, but she was just as happy to wander and get a feel for the island and a sense of where things were. The day was just as gorgeous as the day she had arrived, and she couldn't help but wonder if it stayed this ( Read more... )

The facts were these: Charlotte Charles had always been an early riser. This proved to be infinitely valuable when it came to the preparation of Saturday morning breakfasts ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane Smith was exhausted. She'd barely got off the plane from Nevada and settled down at her flat for a much needed rest, when the phone rang. One of her contacts in Wales. She'd dragged herself out of bed, wondering why Torchwood hadn't jumped in, but it wasn't as though you could rely on them at the best of times. Rubbing the sleep from her ( Read more... )

Chuck was doing something he hadn't done in a while. Yeah, he played video games pretty much every day on the island, but usually he was with Morgan or Karen or whoever else happened to wander in and felt like a game of Call of Duty or Guitar Hero. Today, however, he'd pulled out Super Mario Galaxy and started in on single player. It wasn't that he ( Read more... )

There was a funny thing about heights. If you went too far, Sarah Jane was absolutely petrified and could only remember Skaro and dangling perilously about to fall to her doom. Put her in a tree, however, and it wasn't so bad at all. If she fell, she might wince for a moment, but it would pass. And apple trees sometimes felt made for straddling a ( Read more... )

After so long on the island, Chuck was used to days when he was more than a little bored. Most of the time, that was cured by a trip to the bookshelf, and today was no exception. He'd found a copy of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? and had settled on one of the couches in the rec room for a reread ( Read more... )

He'd started out just saying hello to the weird girl who lived on the spaceship (and man did Casey itch to fly that thing, even if it didn't even have any weapons and was basically pretty useless), and had turned into a conversation about cooking, and then an offer to show her how to make quiche. Casey didn't really mind the lesson, because it ( Read more... )

Two days ago I had been entirely ready to die. Less than forty-eight hours later and that hasn't changed. Even after having gone so long without it, sleep didn't come easily. Nightmares chased away any chance of oblivion I might’ve had. I'm not exactly what you could call surprised. My one easy fix was tabled by Rogue for the time being and the ( Read more... )