And there were bad days too.

He'd dreamed hard, dreamed of bodies, Fi and Ros and Jo and dark hair, and Wes with a bullet hole between his eyes, an almost delicate trickle of blood down the bridge of his snub nose. He'd dreamed hard, and woken up blank, and he'd pulled on a clean shirt and gone walking, heading in the direction of the sea.

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Things were going well for Alice, all things considered. She had a home - albeit one with a leaky roof - some friends, or at least people who didn't want to kill her on sight, and a life. It was an unusual feeling, not having to run all the time, being able to stay in one place without fear of being hunted down by Umbrella or the undead. She hadn't ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day. The cynics among us count it in the profits made by calling card corporations, the optimists by the number of roses in the bouquets turning up at their doors. But in the O.R., it's just another day at work.She lived in a treehouse. Meredith Grey lived in a treehouse, which, up until about four weeks ago, hadn't actually seemed like ( Read more... )

In the months she'd spent on the island, Octavia had come to grow fairly fond of the place. It was different, yes, and it had its downsides, but overall, it was a good deal more enjoyable than that she'd left behind, and she made no secret of it -- no mother to deal with, no assassinations of her uncle, fewer of society's rules and confines to ( Read more... )

It'd taken a long enough fucking time, but he was pretty sure he'd finally figured out how the bloody thing worked ( Read more... )

Alice's hut near the waterfall now looked mostly like a hut, as opposed to a pile of stick. She was happy, if only to have a place to store her stuff - though she really didn't have a lot of stuff to begin with. Clothes, her kukris, her guns, and that was it. Not that she minded. Too much stuff could really weigh you down, and it made traveling ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

( All of this has happened before. All of this will happen again. )

The riverbank was frozen, covered in snow, blending smoothly and gently into ice at the edge. It was beautiful, beyond lovely, and she felt the wind nip at her hair, and she smiled, wrinkling her nose against it and all of the cold and white blinding light as she wobbled on the shaky feet shod in skates ( Read more... )

Leo wouldn't say he was brooding. Mostly because he wasn't really in a bad mood. Just a mood in general.

He'd been on the Island long enough now to not be horribly surprised by the things that happened there, but it still wasn't normal. Whatever that meant. It unnerved him a little; especially when he started to feel comfortable. He didn't ( Read more... )