Dated March 13, 2009: Nightmares left from back home haunt Donna because of unresolved destiny. Dick rushes to her aid, only to end up filling in the missing years that destiny would have brought.
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Something changed in a person, Donna thought as she sat in the rec room. She was folded into one of the chairs, her knees hugged to her chest. Something changed in a person when they lost their family. When they'd lost a child. It'd happened- That was the hard part with her memory. When she thought of something, the realities spiraled outward and ( Read more... )

Between the chocolate cake and the bouncy castle, it was difficult to say who was more excited: Dean or Hera.

Hera had all the energy of a newly minted three year old, but Dean had consumed a hell of a lot of icing during the cake baking process. The cake itself had turned out quite well, which had everything to do with Shari. She'd even gone so ( Read more... )

You know there's a reason for the nightmares.Donna turned, every movement controlled and with the most amount of force, swinging the staff, thrusting it at an invisible enemy. Black hair swung in the light that was burning off the morning fog, muscles that were long used to lifting semi-truck trailers rippling with the force of just going through ( Read more... )

Thunk. Thunk. Thunk.Sweat beaded on Cassie's forehead as she punched the make shift punching bag she'd spent the last few days making. Her hands were taped expertly and her punches would look normal to the untrained eye. But to someone who was as trained as she was would notice the extra force and slightly erratic movements behind the punches. She ( Read more... )

Dean finished the book called No Rest for the Wicked on a Tuesday afternoon at 11 o'clock ( Read more... )

Book’s cold had faded, thank goodness, and he was feeling much more human this week. After the chaos of the island’s trick from earlier in the week, he thought some much needed comfort food was in order. That meant another heaping pot of oatmeal (probably a little better than last time), sliced fruit, a couple plates of pancakes, and all the ( Read more... )

I was in a real goddamn good mood when I woke up this morning, and that's thanks to one woman. Maybe I'll find her again today, maybe someone else. Who knows. I'm a good-looking guy in my twenties, I'm in incredible shape, what woman in her right mind wouldn't want me ( Read more... )

After all was said and done, the party was set for Monday after classes. Tim, with Coraline's help ( and her pie chart), attended decorating and food for a barbeque, and Dick secured the use of Rock Band the way he did most things: by charming someone else into doing it for him, in this case, Elphaba, with a promise to show her how to play (which ( Read more... )

Terry'll be the first to admit that she isn't exactly adjusting well.

She's been all over, sure; grew up in Cassidy Keep, spent time on Muir Island and Xavier's School, crisscrossed America, finally settled in New York. But for all the moving she's done and times she's packed up her life and moved on, it's always been by choice. Her choice ( Read more... )