All his life, Mathias has held back where his brother would have acted ( Read more... )

It's been a weird couple of weeks. Raylan's no stranger to being uprooted; it's kind of in the job description, and it was probably the last nail in the coffin for his marriage, in the end, but this is something different. There's so little that's familiar here, but there are themed parties and free food and all that ocean. Even when he lived in ( Read more... )

One thing I'd learned in my time on the island was that you could always count on people to lend a hand when you needed it. It had taken most of the day, but working together we'd managed to transform the rec center gym into something straight out of a Fifties flashback ( Read more... )

There were very few occasions that Sally would get absolutely rivetingly horribly drunk for. Apparently losing Margot was one of them. She had a full bottle of wine at her disposal, wheedled from some man-faced lesbian (or maybe some waxy-faced bloke, but the important thing was that she had a glass), and she had Margot's cigarettes splayed out and ( Read more... )

It was always a good day when the democratic process had been carried out without a hitch, and this day was no exception. The results of the latest Island Council election were in, and it was time to celebrate, not only the results, but the process itself. And given the number of hardships they endured on the island, a celebration was something ( Read more... )

To Spock's mind, there is very little logic in being idle ( Read more... )

Though she wouldn't be taking any part in it, Karen enjoyed watching everyone else do the speed dating thing. It was nice seeing people connect, but even better seeing the mismatched dates. Not that she'd ever admit it out loud ( Read more... )

The Compound felt small. Airless. Even more like prison than the island did. (Come on, Crews. What're you doing?)

Crews stood in the middle of the rec room, arms held out from his body, eyes focusing on some point just above his eyeline, completely still, completely silent. Slowly, his eyes closed, arms rising just slightly, up and away from his ( Read more... )

"The test of a first-rate intelligence is the ability to hold two opposed ideas in the mind at the same time, and still retain the ability to function."
-AUTHOR F. SCOTT FITZGERALDIt sneaks up on Reid, some days, how much he misses Gideon. The feeling is nothing new, endured over two years now, but the pang still hits him sharp and solid sometimes ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )