The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

Luce is on the rooftop ( Read more... )

See, the first time he'd needed new clothes on the new island (the one that wasn't his) Sawyer'd gone for him. For his own good, or at least that's what he'd said. Given how messy his first couple hours had been, he'd basically needed new clothes immediately, so when he was told to stay where he was and don't get in any more trouble, he did what he ( Read more... )

Some days are better than others. He's been spending a lot of time alone, no humvee to lie under, but he's been at the hut that he shared with Nate whent hey were together, methodically cleaning things out and stowing things away. He's putting their life together away because, as far as he can see, there's no other way to go on. He's got Terry ( Read more... )

It was weeks since the space station had fallen out of the sky and life went on. It always did. Cable had lost just about everything a man could lose, in his time, and it hadn't ever stopped him from carrying on. The difference was, this time he had no mission to lose himself in. He'd always had plans, had fights, had goals and enemies and a reason ( Read more... )

Zelda was used to the bookshelf providing...dubious forms of entertainment upon occasion and this evening was no exception. She was researching a few concepts she'd learned in Dr. Zimmerman's class (Dissociative Identity Disorder, specifically, because it fascinated her) and had hoped that the bookshelf could provide her something in the way of ( Read more... )

Dated January 24th, 2011:
"What are you thinking?" she asks as she joins Brad outside, coming up behind him to place a kiss on his shoulder.

Fingers brush over her red hair and he smiles, her mouth warm against his bare shoulder. He turns his head to look up at her.

"You. Nate. This." He grins easily. "How this was never supposed to be my life." ( Read more... )

Exhaling slowly, Jo rolled her neck as she bounced from foot to foot. Shaking her bandaged hands, she studied her target, a big palm tree. Normally she would have used a punching bag, but this? This was hard, and it made her work more to find ways to hit something and not hurt herself ( Read more... )

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... )