For all that Donald had studied languages, he'd found that his basic grasp of Russian was much looser than he'd remembered in a year on the island. He was unprepared for a basic class, for teaching the simple structure of the language from the ground up. The past two classes he'd managed, focusing mostly on the alphabet and some basic vocabulary ( Read more... )

After a night of bickering and shared bedspace*, Logan and Donald have a brief and to the point conversation about what has happened between them** and what it means.

While still not exactly BFF's, the two men find an understanding they can both live with for now, and Donald offers Logan a place to go when he doesn't want to go home.

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Anatoly closes his eyes and leans back in his seat. Any minute now, the plane would be cleared for take-off and this disastrous day would finally be at an end. He'd been a fool to think he had been beyond the reach of the Soviet Union. The consequences of his defection has finally reached him, and now he and his family would pay the price ( Read more... )

“Guilt is the price we pay willingly for doing what we are going to do anyway” - Isabelle Holland

It had been months since he'd written in it, but when Logan had found his old green journal tucked under the bed (right between the handcuffs from their first Halloween fiasco and a copy of Easy Rider he'd swiped off the bookshelf), he had instantly ( Read more... )

Mortified after the morning's events, Charlie was hiding out. At least she had the comfort of knowing what was going on. Of knowing what had happened to Ianto a couple of weeks before, and knowing that, of all the people that she knew, Ianto would probably take things in his stride better than anyone.

Oh, God. She'd told him that she loved him. ( Read more... )

Deep in thoughts Guy’s feet had brought him to what he found one of the most astonishing sites of the island. It was quite a high precipice, quite a dangerous cliff when nearing it, but the view was worth it. He didn’t come here often, but sometimes appreciated the silence - like being under water - and the view - like being atop of a cliff.

Once ( Read more... )

Kim Philby was distracted ( Read more... )

After the election, the spies decide to have their own impromptu party. Donald, Guy and Anthony gather on the beach and have a bonfire. Ironically their choice of fuel is some of the offensive books the island has given them. It's a strange night, and the talks all seem to turn to the future ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

Ever since Will turned forty, he'd been on this new mission to reclaim his lost youth. Well, not so much lost as not particularly taken advantage of. He was in the rec room this day, perusing the books which were for once not his own work and instead all about how to go about writing for a specific genre. Will doubted that he needed those sorts of ( Read more... )