It wasn't fair to call what Tyler did sleeping. Not really. Not when he spent most of the night up, down, bouncing a basketball off of the wall, flushing every pill in his dorm room down the toilet -- he'd have to replace those vitamins sometime -- and, mostly, worrying.

When Jamie told him about something he claimed Tyler had done that Tyler had ( Read more... )

With both roommates at workshops, room 311 was absolutely silent.

Well, almost. There was the soft hum of the air conditioner, the odd audible scrap of conversation or laughter from the hallway outside, and a faint buzzing that Tyler's alarm clock made if he didn't shut it off exactly right.

But for the most part? This was one quiet place.

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So Tyler had a ghost.

Robert Paulson had shown up in the library. It was hard, seeing him again. It helped a little to know Dr. Pevensie didn't think he was a delusion, but not as much as it did when Hamlet confirmed he was a ghost. Not that telling Alec this was fun, though his roommate had been okay with it, all things considered. And talking to ( Read more... )

When Tyler woke up, his mouth was dry and his head was fuzzy. But, then, it had been a really weird week.

( Huzzah for linkdrops. )

Keeping an eye out for rats, Tyler walked through the Imperial Junke Yard. He occasionally paused to poke at promising items with a stick.

The week had been pretty good. He had talked to Anakin about motorcycles and beaches, rolled in the mud for Nadia's art project, talked to Aeryn and Peter Parker in the gym, met and been admired by Jack Harkness ( Read more... )

Jack is not exactly surprised to find a notebook with Tyler's handwriting in it stuck under his pillow. He's just relieved that this time, he wasn't researching bomb recipes.

Not that you noticed, Tyler smirked from the back of his head.

( Tyler had made a list. )