It wasn't that the IBI had ceased to exist in the absence of a permanent office. It was more that life's other challenges proved more pressing, and unravelling the mysteries of the island (and the other mysteries that all too seldom presented themselves) took a back seat to helping to actually run the island. They weren't mutually exclusive, but ( Read more... )

I've barely slept since I woke up yesterday morning to the most brilliant sunrise I've seen in recent memory, and realized it wasn't a dream. My sight is not something I've ever longed for, because there's not much sense in pining for the unattainable when there's so much else to do, but on those few occasions it's been returned to me over the ( Read more... )

Dated June 06, 2011:
"Is my full intention to hand over all this to somehow who will maybe do something with it, maybe not. But I am..." She rant her hand over the back of her neck, shoulder, then dropped it down. Her fingertips brushed her mostly bare hip and she sighed, then almost laughed.

"Da. Distracted."Sam finds Natalya deeply engrossed in ( Read more... )

It's a hell of a thing.

When Ishiah first informed them of his discovery the day prior, Bucky had met the news with equal parts wariness and excitement. Combat is his first love, what he genuinely considers himself born for, but the prospect of adventure is a close second, as whimsical a notion as that seems when he knows deep down in his gut that ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

The spate of truth telling that's gripped the island's population hasn't escaped my notice. Nor has the fact that I'm myself afflicted. Back home, this would've been a disaster. The truth is a very dangerous thing and I know that more than anyone. I was in the center ring of a media circus for over a year, because news of my true identity had ( Read more... )

Natalya had always had a head for politics. As a soldier it might not have served her, but it had gotten her noticed and turned her into a spy, and then it had proved integral. She had watched the speeches the council nominees had given, stayed through til the end to watch the former council member's tirade, and had found herself feeling not ( Read more... )

His last birthday had been kind of crap. Losing Bobby and coming out to Dean about his blood addiction had not been Sam's idea of a good time. Even if some people think Sam Winchester has no idea what a good time is, he is pretty damn confident that it isn't that. But in a way it had kind of been par for the course. Bad things happen to ( Read more... )

It's strange, how time passes here. The hours seem to drag by, inching along with all the swiftness of a snail. During my sleepless nights, of which there've been many, I sit on the floor of my new island home and meditate, trying to find some shape in the darkness. Without Stick's guidance, the process has been slow, unsuccessful, and frustrating ( Read more... )

Dean remembers his first deer hunt, how small he'd felt with that big gun in his hands, how afraid he'd been, all alone in the woods with a weapon he hardly knew how to fire, let alone aim ( Read more... )