Edward knew horses. At least she knew them from the books she'd read. Horses were for riding far and far away and right now that's what Edward wanted to do. Ride far. Go exploring. Stop being stuck at Faye-Faye's or the Compound where there were people that keep looking after her and worrying about her breaking her other arm. And she wanted to GO. ( Read more... )

Trip was getting real tired of all this. They’d found the Xindi weapon and stopped the Spherebuilders from destroying Earth. He’d lost his sister and his best friend. Now, not only were they stuck in an alternate past, but he was trapped in a compound of time traveling alien Nazis thanks to the shapeshifter Silik tying him up in a closet to use ( Read more... )

Dated September 17, 2011:
"Old habits," is the easiest answer to give. But it's not entirely true.

If old habits were all that mattered, she wouldn't have picked a hut. Redtail would be out of fuel. Her clothes would be worn threadbare, her hair kept trimmed at that same, easy length. The picture now is slightly off, her red shirt still hanging ( Read more... )

August 14th, 2011:
Mornings had always been best spent curled up in bed, enjoying the warmth of a home and the luxury of time, and Faye made a point of indulging herself time and again even after having taken up a job as a bounty hunter. Still, on Bebop, regular sleep had been rare, their bounties too quick and too loud to allow for such indulgence ( Read more... )

With the first round done without any hiccups, Karen spent half an hour straightening things up, checking names off as the second group of half uncomfortable, half vaguely excited looking potential daters showed up, and soon it was much like the first. The spiel was the same, drinks were handed out, and luckily getting everyone in order came easily ( Read more... )

Dated July 1, 2011:
Considering that this was his first date in quite some time (864 days, to be precise, lunch at La Nueva Victoria and two tickets to I puritani with Miriam, not that he was counting), he came prepared. Dressed in a long-cut dress shirt patterned with criss-crossing lengths of rope that he's been saving for a special occasion and ( Read more... )

Sam was flying. Okay, technically he was floating, hovering at best, but it was still awesome. He'd awoken to find himself floating above his bed, then when he freaked out at realizing that had happened, he crashed through it ( Read more... )

It had happened again. Or at least Ianto assumed as he headed toward the Hub around noon that Friday. There was a general buzz about the place, the frantic flurry of people trying to figure out just how buggered they were by the island this time. It was a nervous tension, then added upon by glee or misery as islanders decided what to do with ( Read more... )

It's been over two months since the school term ended, and Dean still feels like he's cheating sometimes, spending his afternoon sprawled out somewhere being useless instead of hitting the books. Half the time he settles for hitting Caliban instead, who always does more than his share of hitting back, god bless him, but today Dean's chosen to ( Read more... )

The pointe shoes on her feet were in dire need of being broken in ( Read more... )