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[Rodney]
Although the swelling didn't appear to be too bad, just like Carson had said, Jill's nose still really hurt and she thought that if there was ever a time when she was entitled to sulk just a little bit, this was it. Mostly, she was managing to keep the sulking to a minimum, her view obscured by the ice pack that she had pressed to her face as ( Read more... ) -
Have you ever danced with the devil in someone else's body?
The second day in Jill's body and Rodney was absolutely miserable. He found himself nervous to go outside his hut, jumping at the smallest of sounds, twitching every now and then and constantly tapping his leg. Her leg. He still couldn't think of the body as his - no, it was definitely Jill's - he just happened to be inhabiting it at the moment ( Read more... ) -
[For Carson]
Though she'd spent God knows how many hours helping Carson with his research into the people on the island who looked alike and though she'd dated a man who'd adjusted just fine to seeing a younger version of himself running around, the idea of her very own clone was bothering Jill deeply. She'd already warned Mayko about the other woman and she'd ( Read more... ) -
[For Rodney]
Heading down the path toward New Atlantis, Jill was grateful for the distraction of her plans with Rodney that evening, if only to give herself a change to think about something other than the fact that she now had a clone on the island. After all the work she'd done with Carson, she never imagined she'd be as bothered by it as she was, but there ( Read more... ) -
[Truthplot the second] - Lucifer - May 29
When waking up with Lucifer began to get familiar and comfortable, Jill knew that things had begun to go a little too far. Of course, she didn't stop it or even make an attempt to talk to him about it, because she didn't do that. She didn't talk about things. What she'd done was ignore it and now, rolling over into the warm patch of sunlight, ( Read more... ) -
[For Rodney] - May 22
Fresh from the shower, her damp hair trailing over her shoulder, Jill headed into the kitchen for a cup of coffee, not expecting to see anyone else in the room at the moment. It was just after breakfast and most of the Compound residents would have filed out by now, leaving Jill alone with the coffee maker, which was exactly how she liked it ( Read more... ) -
[Truth plot]
Stretching her arms over her head with a yawn, Jill headed down the path toward the Compound, feeling a bit better than she had for the past few weeks. It wasn't that the pain of Bob's disappearance had abated at all, just that it had faded to the background and only seemed to rear up every now and then. It hurt, it probably always would, but at ( Read more... ) -
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Jill Langston's Bid for Council