By all rights I should be sleeping. Confusion's given away to exhaustion by the time Peter's through explaining what Mr. Saverin wasn't equipped to, though even he has no real answers for where we are or why we're here. He's distracted as he paints the story of this place in broad, haphazard strokes. His expected jokes are forced. His responses are ( Read more... )

We had breakfast, all four of us together, and later, the girls'll go off with Kara and Tom and I'll have the night to ourselves. We need it, we really do, and it also means I don't feel like such a fuckin' asshole for askin' him to give me a few hours to be on my own ( Read more... )

Long mornings at the bakery tended to tire the pie maker out, but as a man who spent his life moving toward a life spent in the kitchen of a pie shop, he was happy to spend his time there. He tended to keep to himself most of the time, focusing mainly on the pies, but the others in the bakery - Shari, especially - seemed good enough people, and ( Read more... )

The first thing he notices is the smell of burning flesh ( 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... )

So here was the thing ( Read more... )

The past couple of days had been a whirlwind moving experience for Beckett, though it had only taken a little over two hours to actually take her things to the Castles' hut, belongings that really only wound up fitting into three boxes. She'd lived sparingly back in the city, but here on Tabula Rasa, she was really learning to live with the bare ( Read more... )

So maybe Jeff could finally understand what people were talking about when they said the island wasn't all sunshine and beaches ( Read more... )

Juliet really shouldn’t cook. Ever. She remembers Home Ec disasters in high school, catching an oven mitt on fire once, Chinese take-out leftovers in the microwave - with the metal handle on the carton. All of this to the bemusement of her family who watched her become a doctor and fertility research specialist. She has no clue where the disconnect ( Read more... )

It was about damn time that he find enough time for a show, Sawyer couldn't help thinking as he sat in that booth, a little too small for complete comfort, with a beer resting on the ground nearby. No one had, after all, told him that he couldn't drink while on the job, and given that the bottle was kept far enough away from all equipment, Sawyer ( Read more... )