The club had closed a while ago, but Buffy was still there. Actually, she found it kind of nice. Like her own little world on the island. It was easier being alone. She never liked it, but she was coming to the conclusion that it was easier. No messy flirting, no messy crossed signals. No worrying about starship captains and her sister-in-Slayage ( Read more... )

For once Buffy approved of something the island threw her way. She stood in the balcony area of the night club, leaning on the safety railing as she looked down at the crowd. It was better than the Bronze, and apparently this place was hers now. She wasn't sure about the name, but if she was going to be associated with anything Bond she was glad it ( Read more... )

Who would have thought the authorities on the island would have had such a problem with sex in the pool? He and Faith had made their way from the bar to the beach, and from the beach to the pool, and somehow had ended up sans clothes and in the water in all sorts of compromising positions by the time that the police had shown up and had taken ( Read more... )

It had happened a year into their five year mission. The failure that it seemed that everyone in Starfleet had been waiting for from the Enterprise’s terribly young crew. The mission was flawed from the start, they’d gotten bad intelligence, and they’d basically warped into a trap that neither Jim nor Spock nor any of the other bridge crew had been ( Read more... )

If anyone happened to pass by the library, they might notice an interesting change in the building. For one thing, one could now see into the windows.

Wesley hadn't a clue who had been taking care of the library before. Clearly someone had, in a limited capacity, keeping the dust level below lethal, shelves and doors repaired, plumbing working, etc ( Read more... )

Buffy had to admit she'd always preferred the punching bag as a way to work out. It wasn't Xander in a sumo suit, but it would do. She was working up a sweat as she pounded into it again, and again, and again. She was imaging Twilight's masked face, and the other Big Bads she'd faced ( Read more... )

Dengue Fever was something Faith had never heard of before coming to Etre Libre. The most exotic disease she'd ever considered was West Nile virus, and even that had proved easy enough to forget when it faded from the news a couple of years back. Regardless, it wasn't until she'd come to feeling like she'd been run over by a Mac Truck that Faith ( Read more... )

Wesley had gone back to the hospital with Fox after the whole weirdness with Rob's car. But she seemed numb, probably in shock, so after sitting with her for a little while at his bedside, he decided to give her some time alone in case she needed it and went to get a coffee from the cafeteria. Of course, she might not want to be alone and end up ( Read more... )

“Maybe you don’t get to. Maybe the leader, the girl who brings it all together, is the one that has to give that up.”

“Yeah. Yay me.”Buffy was having serious doubts about whether she had done the right thing. Even Xander’s pep talk couldn’t bring her out of the funk, and it had been a really good pep talk. She hated the fact that all his pep ( Read more... )

House decided that whoever created Speedos had to die. He also decided it was an Aussie and by default, that mean Chase should suffer. He spent all morning trailing the younger blond doctor to infuriation until Chase finally locked him out of the Medical Centre and erased his passcode. The evil genius plan had worked - without a passcode, he couldn ( Read more... )