Hey, so, if you're hearing this, I'm elbow deep in paint or trouble. Leave your name (or alias) and number, and day that you called, and message, and I'll get back to you forthwith -- hey, hey, what is it? I'm in the middle of doing one of those phone messages. Oh, that? Just reverse the proton stream, and re-angle the dish -- ahem. Sorry ( Read more... )

She can't go anywhere else. It's too late at night and the kids are sleeping and she can't go to Cole like this and she wanted to go to James with this because she knows he'd let her go off the deep end. He'd let her break. He's been waiting for her to break for years. And maybe that's why she presses Clark's number and not James'. Or maybe it ( Read more... )

It feels good to suit up. It feels better to get going on doing something constructive.

She straps her mask on over her face-- the one with the gas mask adjustment inside, because she doesn't really know what to expect, and it's better to be safe.

Her pack is on and fueled, and her leg braces aren't on, even though they make her feel better. ( Read more... )

The doctor-- a proper doctor, not the Doctor-doctor-- just called Victor on the phone with the results and she told him not to say another word because she has to get Jack and so she cradles the phone between her ear and her shoulder as she texts Jack on her PINpoint: GET OVER HERE.

"No, I rather don't think the TARDIS can do the happy birthday song while materializing," the Doctor says, sounding cross. "Well, she could, but it would be undignified. Well, not undignified, just sad. It would fill my hearts with melancholy ( Read more... )

She's spent almost two weeks at home, and she's made up for lost time playing with her kids... puzzles, games, make-believe, making pictures with snack food, singing songs, telling stories, making sea turtles out of play-doh. She feels like she's been brought back to life again ( Read more... )

Victor is so far having a lovely day. She had breakfast with her girls and Jude, even if it was only on skype, and she was eating mushy scrambled hospital eggs ( Read more... )

Basically I just forgot my own birthday.

The girls are two and a half, officially, and darling little monsters, toddle-running around the apartment and trying to tackle their dad, who lifts them up, spins them around, and deposits them on the couch, just like an assembly line. Jude makes as though to rush Vic for the same treatment and she covers her face, cowers a little, and says, "No ( Read more... )

Victor reads The Very Hungry Caterpillar, The Grouchy Ladybug, and Where the Wild Things Are (thrice, twice, and five times respectively) for the girls, and she gives them kisses goodnight. Then she reads part of a motor manual for Jude (yes, but he requested it), and tucks him in, and then Anya starts crying and she has to go put her back to ( Read more... )