In less than a month, Temperance Brennan would officially be a mother, and this morning, she'd woken up from a dream about a foster family, sweating and nauseated ( Read more... )

He hadn’t meant to slice open his knee, of course, it just happened. He’d been finishing up a run down the beach and had mounted the path up toward the compound when he’d tripped on an exposed root, sending him tumbling on his ass. Thankfully no one had been there to see it, but he’d ripped his knee a bit on the fall. "Shit," he muttered, eying the ( Read more... )

There was a point when a project reached sheer monstrosity that it turned from building to managing. Barbara was so close to that point that she could feel it, deep in her bones. It was a rush, of sorts - the feeling that grew ever more demanding, that there were gaps that needed filled and holes that needed to be patched ( Read more... )

Hip deep in code. Babs would consider herself that involved if she'd even thought about it - wireless cards, making part of her Cray run as a server, trying to code parts in ways that would be compatible to any available systems, be it PC, Mac, or inhuman ( Read more... )

Objectively speaking, her drafting of landscapes and buildings showed a spark of real talent. Her life drawings, on the other hand, could not be classed as anything but abysmal. For as well as she read people and was able to be helpful in parsing their problems, she still could not seem to translate the cues that gave meanings to their actions onto ( Read more... )

Kara affixed the sign to the bulletin board carefully. The urge to pull her hands away from it was strong, but the time for pretending had passed. Kara had attached her name to the sign, had attached the label of addict to herself, and there she was damned tired of moving backwards. This was a step forward, even if it made her want to puke all ( Read more... )

Patience was a virtue; one that Booth generally lacked. Coffee took time, unfortunately, and so in his past couple years on the island, he’d learned ways to kill time. He was waiting for his coffee to finish brewing, so he headed over to the rec room to find something decent to read; he knew the noises the machine made, and he had a nose for ( Read more... )

She'd almost gotten there. She could tell, her fingers flying over the keyboard of her mini-computer, the click of her nails on the keys almost seeming to echo in the rec-room. Of course there were other noises; people talking, the clunk of billiard balls hitting one another. However, installed on one corner of the couch, legs tucked underneath her ( Read more... )

If there was one good thing about getting everyone out to the second island, it was being able to run drills without worrying about disturbing the rest of the island. There was nobody around, and Kendra could run the ITF into the ground wherever she wanted ( Read more... )

Whenever everyone pulled together to do something like this, Dale was reminded just why they had something to celebrate. Tabula Rasa has begun as just a handful of people on an empty beach and everything it now was, was because of its residents pulling together and making something of their mutual situation ( Read more... )