Love, fear, tragedy and death (suicide).
She was sitting in her seat quietly minding her own business, consumed in her own grief as she winged her way towards New York. Her heart was in pieces as she thought of her dear sister. She had been so brave and fought for so long, battling her cancer to the very end. However, there was nothing more that could be done and she finally succumbed slipping silently out of her life forever. She regretted not being by her sister’s side in those final hours, not being there to give her comfort.
“No, Mara. I still think our hotel is this way," her friend insisted, pointing a direction out on their map.
“I disagree, Susan," Mara replied, shaking her head. She took the map from her friend’s hands and folded it, very upset. She looked around a few seconds. “You must accept it, Susan, we are lost. I think we should take a taxi."
“No, Mara. I know where we are," she insisted, and took the map to examine it once again.
He pulled his car up outside the video store and parked. He looked at it for a while as he sat there. It was small out of the way, not one of those big chains. Maybe he could get in and out with little trouble. Of course he didn’t have a membership and if they asked for his ID he’d be found out. What are the odds the girl behind the counter wouldn’t recognize him? He had his long black hair pulled back into a ponytail and a baseball cap on to shadow his face.
Claire goes to see the actors at a theatre and gets a chance to meet Oded.
Something is seriously wrong, can anything be done.
There was a sci-fi and horror convention at a small hotel about thirty miles from Bismarck in North Dakota, at a little place called Indian Creek. It was four days before xmas and snow was thick on the ground and traveling was a little hard in places but they hoped for a good turnout.
It had been a hectic morning. The photo session had lasted several hours and Oded had been up early for costume fittings to his new TV series. He has several hours before he was due on the set of the new show and he wanted some peace and quiet. He ordered takeout from the hotel restaurant before taking the elevator to the roof.
She had been doing photo shoots for a while now but nobody really worth mentioning. Either footballers, which she hated doing or models who thought they were Gods gift.
"Hi, honey," she said, greeting Oded with a kiss as he came into the living room of their home.
"Damn!" Oded mutttered in frustration as he looked at the meager selection of cards. It was Valentine's Day and he was late. He had been held up in interviews all day. He had hoped to shop at lunch, but had not had time. Now it was past six and all the nicest cards were gone.
Forced home from filming, Oded meets his neighbour
Lying next to him, she raised herself up slightly to look down into his handsome face. The early morning sun filtered through the lacy curtains to bathe his soft features in its warmth. How peaceful and handsome he looks when he's asleep, she thought.
“Well, baby,” I sigh into the mouthpiece, “I miss you too... but no one ever said that these long-distance romances were easy.”
“You should not be here. You must leave at once” a silky voice spoke gently.
I never was someone who could sing well, but with the lifeless infant in my arms, it was all I could think of to do.
“Have you ever seen a desert storm?”
She shook her head, her long brown hair flying about her face. He was behind her – she could feel his heat against her back – his hands resting lightly on her hips. They stood together on a high ledge looking out over the oasis. His hands moved with a familiar ease to circle around her stomach as he pulled her back against the hardness of his body. She leaned her head back until it rested comfortably just below his shoulder.
She’d seen him watching her at the party all evening.
Ardeth stood before the long oblong swivel mirror and attempted to brush the mass of tangles from his long thick hair. He’d just finished bathing and his bronzed skin still held the warm dampness from the water. A white towel wrapped around his narrow waist was all that clothed his hard muscled body as he pursed his lips together in frustration. He winced slightly at the throbbing pain from the nasty gash on his upper right arm as he tried to maneuver the brush through his hair. It was even worse when he tried to use his left hand.
“Allah! Why do I bother?” he growled in frustration as the tangles refused to budge. “I should just cut it all off!”
“Don’t you dare!” came the soft whispered feminine threat from behind him as he spun around to find Evy staring wide eyed at him from the doorway.
This is the sequel to Lost in Paradise, a story based on The Mummy and The Mummy Returns.
Leslie Turner, the enigmatic director of the Stitchers program, and developer of the Stitchers technology, discovers a serious threat to the program—a program he has already shown he will kill to protect. What begins as a dismissal from the agency, and the abrupt termination of his program, turns into a federal investigation. A theory from a close and trusted colleague takes him halfway across the country in search of the person responsible for sabotaging his career and the theft of the Stitchers technology.
Although Les will stop at nothing to regain possession of the technology that was stolen from him, he is not prepared for the personal and emotional costs, as the past comes back to haunt him in a way he never expected.
This story is based on the events that occur in season five of Covert Affairs. There are some similarities with the events that occurred on the show that happen in this story, however, I've made several changes to them, altering them to the way I interpreted the events of season five. Following the events of the fifth season, is what I would've liked to have seen happen on the show, had there been a sixth season.
Frank looked at the clock on his mantel, it was 2:30 in the morning, and shaking his head he thought ‘great way to spend a Saturday evening’. He had pulled himself out of the dating scene when he met Susan, he thought they were compatible, and she understood his commitment to his job. Two weeks ago, the bottom fell out when he was told he had to go Las Vegas for a couple of days. They had an argument and both said hurtful things that they could never take back. He wasn’t ready to return to the dating scene for all the people and relationships proved to be superficial.
This story is based on a previously written (but unfinished) fanfic. It features the original character, Eli Kohlberg, who was written with Oded in mind.
Disclaimer: All characters from The Fugitive and U.S. Marshals are copyright and/or the property of Warner Brothers. All other characters are copyright of the author.