- The Sentinel (9)
- Stargate Atlantis (6)
- due South (6)
- Baby-Sitters Club - Ann M. Martin (2)
- Philo Vance - S. S. Van Dine (1)
17 Apr 2013
Just over a day at the beach, and already his hair was even lighter than usual—practically white—and his skin was darkening to its usual California tan. His eyes were just slits of sea blue, and he was smiling at me. I could feel myself smiling back, broad and goofy. This is what it would be like every morning. Someday.
I edged my hand out into the sand between us, and his came to meet mine. I am the luckiest guy in the history of the universe.
“Ah-ah-ahhh!” Vanessa called out.
I squeezed Jeff’s hand, dropped it, and raised my hand to flip Vanessa the bird.
“Forget it,” said Jeff, sitting up and brushing the sand off his shoulders. “We’re under a microscope.”
- Part 2 of Baby-sitters Club: The Next Generation
“You’re trying to plant happy memories on me.”
Charles shakes his head. “I told you, I’m not doing anything to your head.”
“No, you’re doing it the old-fashioned way.”
Charles lowers his eyes to his Chardonnay. Has he been that obvious?
"It'll probably be a long wait. You want to get some coffee first?"
What was this, pain endorphins or something? "Uh... Let's just get you signed in. I can run out for whatever you need later."
Jim nodded, clapped Blair on the shoulder, and looked seriously into his eyes. "You're a good friend."
Blair gave him a look, and then slowly traced his fingers in the air, left, right, up, down. Jim followed them with his eyes. "What are you doing?"
"Making sure you don't have a concussion. You didn't hit your head, did you?"
Detective Raymond Vecchio's Protection by the Consulate of the Great Nation of Canada: An Illustrated Report by Constable Renfield Turnbull by zelempa for lalejandra
17 Dec 2010
Missing scenes from 3x9 "Asylum."