Archive for August, 2009

an ability to improvise

Saturday, August 29th, 2009

“I don’t know, I think it would be kind of uncomfortable to ride. With your legs all tucked up like that? I don’t think it would be an hour before I’d need to take a walk.”

Hope Over Experience

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

“I don’t know about all this gay shit, Rudy,” Pappy said without certainty.

admist all the noise, words

Thursday, August 27th, 2009

When they were in crowded rooms together, sometimes Kris and Adam would text instead of talking. It was easier.

look to the limelight

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Kris isn’t sure when he stopped living like time mattered, but it happened at some point around the top four and hasn’t quit since.

for the criticism of one (deterrence and provocation)

Tuesday, August 25th, 2009

Sometimes it was a stolen moment, a hard, bruising kiss the only promise they could make. It wasn’t much.

field expediency

Thursday, August 20th, 2009

Probably the hardest thing to do with Brad Colbert was get him to sit still.

A Moment in Unison

Tuesday, August 18th, 2009

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again.

Only Inaction

Wednesday, August 12th, 2009

Brad had always been a more than competent marksman, but he had never quite been able to compensate for his height when it came to hand to hand.

to grasp stars in your hand

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

Kris Allen had gone into Starfleet after watching the terrifying spectacle of a Romulan drill careening into Earth, nearly destroying it like Vulcan just before. He was sitting in his mother’s house, eating roast chicken and thinking about work the next day and smiling at his best girl, when the alert came over the wire and everyone scrambled to see what it was.

Vector Map

Sunday, August 9th, 2009

McCoy finds him in his ready room, dark blond head bent over a console.

And Babylon’s Right Next Door

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Kris had left Katy for all of six weeks when he decided he wanted to go out.

ace in the hole

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

There was a lot of shit Brad called to mind about Nate Fick to get through his combat jack.

Bearing the Risk

Tuesday, August 4th, 2009

Fi’s nails raked across Michael’s back and he stifled the noise that wanted to escape his mouth.


Monday, August 3rd, 2009

The first time Logan had joked that Veronica couldn’t take him down, they were sixteen and a little drunk and in a room full of people who were entirely self-involved unless something really juicy was going down.

moving bodies on a measured distance

Monday, August 3rd, 2009

“I thought you wanted this, Dom.”