It were n' 'rdinary day -- least, 'twas as 'rdinary a day could get 'round these parts, on some gorram crazy mystical sort o' island. Sun was hangin' high, nice breeze, n' not a Reaver 'r nothin' else all bloodthirsty n' death-bringin' in sight ( Read more... )

The Tabula Rasa Day festivities were set up to Angela's satisfaction. Finally, after several days of very hard work by her and the Party Planning Committee, which really had a lot more potential than the one she had headed up in Scranton. At least these people tried ( Read more... )

The bookshelf generally didn't cause Inara much trouble. She had heard it fussed about, and it was true, it did offer her some strange things. For the most part, however, it was cooperative at best and bland at worst. Either way, she had plenty of time to read for leisure these days. She was returning a handful of novels to the shelf and examining ( Read more... )

Jemaine, having found the Compound with the assistance of The Most Beautiful Girl on the Beach (that he'd seen yesterday), had slept curled up on top of his guitar case the night before, and upon finding Bret still not there when he woke up, decided that it was imperative he handle this situation head-on ( Read more... )

Sometimes Daniel wondered if things would ever get back to normal. Usually, right on the heel of that thought was another. What counted as normal? Was his life before the Stargate program normal? After? Life on the island, was that normal? That he wasn’t always sure worried him, but there wasn’t anything he could do. As long as he kept ( Read more... )

There were some things that never got old... some things that a guy knew he could fall back on no matter what. Mace liked those things. He liked knowing that he and Capa were going to fight pretty much every day. Might've sounded weird to somebody else - and he was pretty damn sure Searle would've medicated him if he'd known - but it worked for ( Read more... )

Stephen's hut was not far from the stream that flowed southward from the waterfalls, and ofttimes in the evening, he would sit by the water, observing the local wildlife, or reading until the light grew too dim to discern the words upon the page. Tonight he was reading a book entitled A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, by a fellow Dubliner ( Read more... )

Five days had passed since Inara's arrival. That she was stuck here, that this was really happening, was beginning to sink in. That everybody else aboard Serenity seemed to come from sometime in her own future made it all the more difficult, both proof and a stretch in her ability to suspend disbelief at the same time ( Read more... )

Another Monday, another clinic shift.

Simon liked routines. They helped him know what was going on, what would happen, what was required of him. They were reassuring, set him at ease. There was a sense of stability in routines that Simon appreciated. The fact that there was very little to no real routine to life on Serenity had been one of the ( Read more... )

'Twas Grace that brought us safe thus far
And Grace will lead us homeLucy's voice rang in Inara's ears as she walked. Her heart was heavy with remembered words and looks, too full of emotion to show a drop of it. Every step she took shook the dust of this distant moon beneath her boots, sending it up in faint clouds which clung to her skirt and ( Read more... )