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  1. [bsg] Laura left her glasses behind. Tory holds them like a frailty, a memory miniaturized in metal and plastic. She can't put them down.5:10 PM Jun 8th, 2008 from web
  2. [bsg] Tory finds the book in sickbay. Inside, under Searider Falcon, he's written: "For Laura, Always." She'd like to watch that page burn.5:09 PM Jun 8th, 2008 from web
  3. [bsg] The Presidential vibrator is hidden. Tory knows where to look. Curled up with it on the Presidential bed, she cries when she comes.5:07 PM Jun 8th, 2008 from web
  4. [bsg] Before Lee inherits it, Tory cleans out the desk. Not for his eyes: the records, the letters, and coiled in a drawer, the horsewhip.5:06 PM Jun 8th, 2008 from web
  5. [bsg] The airlock button is 3 fingers wide. Outside the glass, alone, Tory wishes she could use it on herself. (Resurrect where Laura is.)5:03 PM Jun 8th, 2008 from web
  6. [rmx3] In a store-bought card: "My darling Ianto, Happy Birthday. All my love, Mum." Eventually she'd dropped the pretense of adding "Dad."10:21 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  7. [rmx3] By email: "Many happy returns, mate. You can't keep a secret around Lisa ;). Kisses, J." On paper, Ianto has nothing left of Jerome.10:20 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  8. [rmx3] With fuzzy handcuffs: "I can google too, coffee boy! Shoddy encryption calls for punishment. Happies, Owen." Ianto isn't mad at all.10:20 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  9. [rmx3] Traced by fingers on his skin: "MINE." His hips arch into the weight on top of him.10:20 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  10. [rmx3] Folded in a paper heart: "May all your birthdays be happy. Love, Lisa." He reads it back. Her life-support says beep, beep, beep.10:20 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  11. [rmx3] On an apron depicting, full-body, a sexy French maid: "Ianto, you're not just a pretty face. xoxo Gwen." Jack gropes the boobs.10:19 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  12. [rmx3] In his computer queue: Surveillance video, grainy and mute. Too close to home. He wonders if Jack knew all along (Jack always knows).10:19 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  13. [rmx3] Tucked in a pocket protector: "Safety first, Ianto. We'd be lost without you. Love, Tosh." Party aside, love is the real surprise.10:19 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  14. [rmx3] In a datebook: "Dear son, I hope you know that, despite everything, I've always loved you." His father removed the page; tore it up.10:18 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  15. [rmx3] Inscribed on a stopwatch: "Thank you for babysitting all of us. And everything else. Yours, CJH." Ianto feels it tick, tick, tick.10:18 AM Apr 22nd, 2008 from web
  16. +BSG 1) They look each other in the eye. 2) Laura says, "I didn't like what you said, Lee, but I like what you did." 3) Love fails them.7:42 PM Apr 6th, 2008 from web
  17. [rmx2] Let me run the algorithm for you, human, translate pure numbers into degenerate words. You can never escape me; I have no outside.12:10 PM Aug 8th, 2007 from web
  18. [rmx2] When I die, I unravel into the threads of the program. They can chase me, and kill me, but I tangle back elsewhere in the system.12:10 PM Aug 8th, 2007 from web
  19. [rmx2] The one called Scully hunted monsters in her simulated life. Who’s to say those horrors are less real than the wasteland of Zion?12:10 PM Aug 8th, 2007 from web
  20. [rmx2] When they jack in, I can see them: their brainwaves rendered as code. I see their memories of copulating in the putrid fleshworld.12:10 PM Aug 8th, 2007 from web
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