Jack had spent the night on the porch, sitting in his chair thinking about Owen and Tosh, Mimi, Gwen and Peter, Rob and the Doctor. At some point he drifted off and woke up in the morning light to see Padme coming closer with Sola. A simple request, and of course he took her for the day ( Read more... )

Morning coffee was high up on the list of things Stacy would always appreciate. Even though her morning started before many others were even considering waking up, she still coveted a cup of coffee as greatly as the next person. It had been a driving force to propel her through college, law school, and countless nights at her office where case had ( Read more... )

Stu and Jack had come to an agreement at dinner in the past week. Jane was getting close and breakfasts were getting tough on her and since there were plenty of hands to help, so it would be. This particular Monday found Jack in the kitchen. He was nothing of a cook, not the way Jane was, but he did his best. He'd made pancakes (which weren't ( Read more... )

It was a gorgeous day and Tony was out enjoying it. He'd been to the large waterfall, doing a bit of diving, and then swimming, and then a lazy sort of jog. More of a rambling kind of jog, taking in the island then anything ( Read more... )

Jack had nothing better to do, so he was shooting pool. The girl he was playing against had dark hair and a tattoo on her bicep and was just the sort of person you didn't mess with. He could tell she was sharking him, but there wasn't anything to play for really. Her name was Faith and she ruled the table. Jack found himself standing against the ( Read more... )

Stacy would have given anything - literally, anything she could think of - for a law text. There had been a time when she had hated the sight of the huge, heavy volumes and the constant, straight lines of print that seemed they'd never come to any sort of end. She'd labored for hours to wrap her mind around legal jargon and terminology, and had ( Read more... )

House was in the rec room for some other purpose that he suddenly couldn't remember when he spotted a guitar case leaning against the side of the piano. He limped over, sat down, and picked it up. He realized full well that it probably belonged to someone and that he had no business touching it, but House had no business doing a lot of things ( Read more... )

After being in New York, except not, there was no way Jack was going to let House's birthday go by without some kind of recognition. He woke up early and baked a cake. Okay, so it was one layer and kind of lopsided, but it tasted okay. It was the thought that counted, not the food, anyway. He'd promised Crowley future favors in return for some wine ( Read more... )

House had woken because of the searing pain in his leg. He knew even before he opened his eyes that he and Jack were no longer in that six thousand dollar a night hotel suite in New York City. If you could even say they'd been there in the first place ( Read more... )

There was never anyone using the stage early in the mornings. River had made sure of that before she ventured there, dressed in the dance clothes she had slowly collected from the clothes box. The final item had been a pair of proper shoes, and the box had finally been forthcoming a few days before. It had taken River a bit of time before she ( Read more... )