For as long as Zoe could remember, she'd always had to be the solid one in any given group. When Wash had died, she'd known instantly that she couldn't let her emotions show in front of anyone but the ghost in her quarters. It was Mal's job to fly off the handle, to swear and shoot people, and it was her job to be a rock, and to bring him back to ( Read more... )

Anakin came back from Connecticut with a new sense of purpose (and a deep hatred of the idiots who drove on I-95), several 2x4s, a hammer, and some paper ( Read more... )

It was dark and hushed in Groovy Tunes today, and the quiet music was discordant and harsh.

Everything had been so perfect. When the ichor had pulled her into darkness, when her eyes had gone black and her skin gray. Her body had mutated and she had known peace. All the little ticks of her brain had made sense. She had been a gear in a larger ( Read more... )

Clark wasn't exactly working at the bar so much as stopping by to see how his good friend Tino was. Maybe have a coke and see if he couldn't tune in some preseason football for his trouble.

It was good being in a town where he didn't get interrupted twice a quarter to rescue someone who'd been buried alive.

Luke had promised his father that he'd visit--especially after hearing the admittedly sketchy details of what had happened on the island a few weeks ago--so there he was, eating pastries and waiting for Anakin to finish up some errands ( Read more... )

Vida had been busy since early that morning, setting up the park to be perfect for the Strawberry Social. Fortunately, the park was bug free, but she had music playing to drown the sounds of Celine Dion from nearby residences. Said music tended toward the pop side, bouncy and happy, with a side of disco. Drake had nothing to do with that, really ( Read more... )

Rory had heard a little about what had been going on on the island ( Read more... )

When this wore off, Anakin was going to wonder if the gremlins listened to radio and set out to target his family this weekend.

But until then, Captain Von Trapp was going to be strumming his invisible guitar and singing:

Small and white, clean and bright, you look happy to greet me...Shame Anakin couldn't sing. At all ( Read more... )

Just on the other side of the Causeway, the weather was cool, but in Fandom, a beautiful, warm nearly-summer evening welcomed Fandom's seniors and juniors to their Prom ( Read more... )

During the night, Fandom had been covered in a blanket of fresh snow that was just thick enough to turn everything crisp and white. With cream-colored decorations and twinkling lights, the Student Council had aimed for a winter wonderland kind of theme, and the snow simply added to the effect. Thankfully, the day was turning out to be warmer, so ( Read more... )