Leave him a letter, scrawl him a note, or drop him a line; no matter how you do it, he'll be happy to hear from you.

He'd always been able to get himself out of bed at a moment's notice, and that trait had only been emphasized in the war when abrupt awakenings often quickly led to calls for action and new orders.  He was an early waker in the morning, besides, and often went for a workout or to ITF training just at the break of dawn, before the heat of the day ( Read more... )

Jane knew that he would be dropping by this afternoon, so he knocked and stood back on the doorstep of New Pemberley and waited, idly turning the pink flower that he held in his hand.  He'd seen it as he'd walked the paths on the way here, and as it had caught his eye, it had made him think of Jane.  Truth be told, it was pretty, and it'd had made ( Read more... )

Dated to December 30th, evening.

He couldn't quite believe it.

There was something entirely surreal about the whole day, from start to finish.  First, he'd almost forgotten that today he turned twenty-five.  Then, as he sat out on the beach drinking his morning coffee and speaking to a few other morning beach wanderers, Jane Bennet came and sat ( Read more... )

As Lipton left the beach and Jane behind him and headed towards the compound, everything retained its sense of the surreal.  After so long regretting his early marriage and the impossibilty of doing anything about it but ignoring it, it felt a bit like he'd turned around and seen a whole other road that led away from all this guilt and shame and ( Read more... )

Lipton was generally very careful not to form relationships with people that he didn't like. Unless it couldn't be avoided, a nod and a neutral expression had gotten him a long way in the past in terms of skirting conflict. He'd worked in interpersonal situations before the war - school, university, factories... they all tended to be very people- ( Read more... )

Lipton had his strengths in life, and he was pretty damn sure that having any sort of productive influence on magical island objects wasn't one of them.  He sat back in one of the rec room's chairs, reading a fairly neutral book borrowed from Toye, and felt his eyes slipping back to the jukebox despite his best efforts to focus on anything but it ( Read more... )

As soon as he opened his eyes and saw familiar and long-disliked floral wallpaper staring back at him from across the room, Lipton knew that he was home. He’d been away from Huntington, West Virginia for three years now, and still the sights, sounds and smells of the house hadn’t changed. It was the things that he never would have supposed he would ( Read more... )