What Veronica Mars thought of the island was varied at best. Some days she liked it; others, she wanted never to have arrived. Whatever the case was on any given day, there was this to be said for the island. Every now and then, it did something right - a party on New Year's Eve, a dog for a late Christmas present, even the presence of penguins. ( Read more... )

The weather the day before had been heartening, a warm breeze flowing over the island. Today, however, was not the same. Whatever warmth had snuck into the atmosphere yesterday and had melted the most fragile ice had departed quickly, and everything had refrozen, hard and smooth and icy. It was not snowing, which was a blessing, but some places ( Read more... )

It had been snowing then too, and if she was the sort to put stock in that sort of thing, she would say that it meant something ( Read more... )

( Cut for length and minor Scrubs episode 7x05 'My Growing Pains' spoilers. )

She was wary of the shelves most days, especially the tins that it gave her. Her first experience had not ended well, and she'd not felt the need for another experience since. What made her change her mind this day, she could not say. Perhaps the tin with Robin Hood emblazoned across the front, an arrow piercing his name. Perhaps that it was ( Read more... )

It was odd, the fact that after so long of waiting, of knowing, and having that feeling of a heart just below hers, that after it was gone, with Jamie, her tiny Cíaran, very much arrived, that for the first time in a while, she wasn’t worried much at all ( Read more... )

Early in the evening on November 5th, a very drunk Ian Murray makes his way home to greet his exhausted wife and first born son, Jamie Ciaran Murray.

When Ian Murray hallucinated a witch while he was making love to his pregnant wife he thought that he was losing his mind. A few months later, when he wakes up and finds Gellis Duncan in his treehouse, his worst fears are confirmed ( Read more... )

Remember the first, was what she'd been told, too young to forget, too old to honestly remember. Remember the first, Isolde, and never let the second bind you ( Read more... )

So there's the rub. Some people don't even mean to let you down. They just do. Veronica Mars wasn't a patient girl, but she had waited. She had looked and she had waited, and she had hoped - very quietly - that for once she was wrong. The certainty of Lilly's absence had, in some way, been comfortable - a sharp twist of pain, but a familiar one. ( Read more... )