Danny is fairly sure that even though he put Kate in holding for destruction of property a couple weeks ago, he should be allowed one free pass -- just the one. He's been looking for clothes in order to replace the ones of Steve's that didn't make it through the fire (that Danny set) and for the most part he's picking out the things Steve likes and ( Read more... )

This wasn't how it was supposed to be.

It wasn't that the people weren't nice. They were more than nice, they were friendly in a strange not-quite-Pleasantville sort of way. It was everything that Mystic Falls had claimed to be, except without the stuff that was lurking under the surface. There was stuff there, Caroline was certain of it, but she ( Read more... )

The test of a true leader is whether his followers will adhere to his cause of their own volition, enduring the most arduous hardships without being forced to do so. His friends couldn't even endure their own petty squabbling about their fornication habits, which of course was their own shortcoming, but Sheldon could not help but find some truth ( Read more... )

The last time Pete Campbell was engaged, he hadn't had much of a hand in arranging the wedding that followed. As he stands in front of the bookshelf now, he can't say that he thinks it was much of a loss. He isn't complaining, not when there are still butterflies flitting around in his stomach, but the sheer volume of titles on the shelves (Wedding ( Read more... )

( Cut for length and for spoilers for Back Roads. )

Every morning, there it is ( Read more... )

The door of Dick Maynard's flat shuts firmly, solidly, irrevocably behind her. Tessa sighs, leans back against it, stares up at the ceiling; her hands are trembling, and she's aware in a very cold way that the feeling sweeping up from the pit of her stomach is halfway between fury and sheer bloody humiliation, and it's a few deep breaths before she ( Read more... )

Loki had been on the island for over a month now. Thus far he had kept something of a low profile, with the exception of his weekend spent as a child. A great deal of his time had been spent near Thor's residence, both brothers watching each other carefully for the first weeks until something slightly closer to their earlier relationship ( Read more... )

Sand, is the first thing he realizes. Consciousness has been slow in coming, like so very many mornings-after, where he’d drank just enough to keep up but not enough to get careless. He doesn’t remember drinking, but he feels like he has been. Must have been, if what his fingertips and cheek are telling him is true, that he’s laying on sand. He can ( Read more... )