Incoherent Ramblings on Visionary, Derek Hale - character or plot point and whether or not Jeff Davis has made a deal with a crossroads demon

( Probably Boring and Definitely Repetitive )

Of course, the other one was twreversebang, but hey, this is going to be fun, so why not?


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I don't post a lot, but I read this this morning and wanted to make sure everyone gets a chance to see this.

Gina Bellman on Leverage

It sums up everything I love about the show - cast, crew and fans.

With some expert juggling, and more playing the "grieving son" card than he should have had to, Stiles had managed an extra week in Beacon Hills.  Unfortunately, that week was up and LA beckoned and no amount of fast talking would get him any more time off. Stiles knew this for a fact.  He had deployed all his considerable verbal skills and been ( Read more... )

The service had been … nice.  It helped that Pastor Kershaw had known them when they lived here before.  She'd even done his dad's service.  Stiles idly wondered if she would do his.

Scott had shown up, but he'd kept his distance.  Nodding at each other across his mother's casket wasn't what Stiles wanted - none of this was what Stiles wanted - but ( Read more... )

Stiles had gotten more sleep the night before than he'd thought he would.  Any at all is more when you'd expected none.

He was glad he'd found the Hales.  They understood what he'd needed better than he did.

He'd never given much thought to being an only child, but Laura had firmly established herself as big sister.  He was happy he didn't have ( Read more... )

The campfire light danced across Scott's and Michael's faces.  Gerard had finally left not long ago.

Scott was happy about that.  He didn't like Gerard Argent.  He like playing the kindly, slightly befuddled grandfather and Scott couldn't believe anyone fell for it.  He knew Allison didn't buy it for a second and he was so proud of her for that.

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Derek and Stiles were back in the house, sitting across  from each other at the kitchen table.  Derek really wasn't good with words as Stiles had learned, but when you had Derek's story to tell, it did make sense.

"It was eight years ago.  My sixteenth birthday.  Didn't care about a party.  Didn't care about presents.  Nothing mattered as much as ( Read more... )

"Where do you think you're going?"

Stiles found it hard to hold on to his control.  The funeral was tomorrow.  Yesterday had been spent making arrangements.  They'd never talked about it, but he couldn't imagine - didn't want to imagine her anywhere but beside his dad.  If he couldn't have her alive in LA, this was where she belonged.

But that meant ( Read more... )

Scott ran and ran and ran.  His heart felt like it was going to hammer out of his chest.  He kept running.  Away.  Towards.  He didn't know and it made no difference.

Something - someone - solid slammed into him at full force, knocking him over.  He heard his ribs break, felt his left shoulder pop out of its socket.

Scott and his attacker rolled ( Read more... )