Nancy had been on the island long enough to have heard plenty of stories about people finding movies or books of their lives. It was creepy, true, but maybe not more so than the mere act of being here in the first place. So when she was sitting in the rec room one day and heard the THUMP of a reel falling from the shelf, got up and read the label ( Read more... )

It was called laying low ( Read more... )

Nancy hadn't been paying much attention to the dates here, but somehow this one hit her like a bullet. June tenth, Judah's birthday ( Read more... )

It had been a damned long time since John Winchester had been around a small child, and willingly at that ( Read more... )

Sam had a hut. It seemed to Sam a very strange thing to be happy about. Compared to his place in Georgetown, this was a few rungs down the home-owning ladder, definitely. Island standards taken into consideration and it wasn't half bad. He even had some furniture, mostly because the woman in charge of the building crew had taken pity on him and ( Read more... )

Jack had spent the day slowly gathering up House's things from around the hut. Clothes. A watch. An empty vicodin bottle. It wasn't like there was a ton of stuff. He carefully folded the Led Zeppelin shirt, the jeans, the pajamas. He even stipped the bed of the expensive sheets. Everything went into the bag he used for laundry. By the time he was ( Read more... )

It was almost quiet in Toby’s office with the door closed. Sam leaned back on the couch, drink in one hand, trying to ignore the muffled voices floating in from outside. Muffled voices that were talking about the miracle that was a Democratic leading in the California 47th. Another night and Sam would have been there with them, fêting what was a ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

Something was up, and the reason Beverly Crusher knew something was up was because people were talking about it, and because she had felt...odd. When she'd run into Nancy in the morning, she'd gone on and on in response to 'did you sleep well?' with a long monologue about the dream she'd had in which monkeys had taken over the clinic and were ( Read more... )

It wasn't like Sam exactly planned this ( Read more... )