Can't we just stop for burgers?

[Follows THIS ] Dave had made the tough decision the evening prior to have the Propofol dosage stopped to give Chris a chance to wake up naturally. It hadn't been an easy one. Carla knew this. She...use a little bit of time alone with Serena. In fact, maybe time alone with each of them would be the best tactic... after he got some more rest and his strength back a little. Word Count | 4,67

Welcome to Los Angles, the gateway to Hell. Every sin is present and accounted for. Paranoia starts at the city limits and grows stronger the closer one gets to the inner city black heart. The common citizen... but clients liked that hip riding look. They wanted meat, not a person. He thumbed his hat up and blew out a cloud of lemon scented smoke. Time to work, time to steal and pray for dinner at the end

It had been one extremely long day and it was now after eleven pm at night. Bella had just spent the last hour and a half talking with Serena and Drew in her office, discussing various options and outcomes...cartwheels to hear that she was going home to rest and sleep. Even if she would still be replaying the meeting with Mrs Deleo over and over as she internally kicked herself. Word Count | 4,69

[Follows THIS ] Dave was standing at Chris’ bedside, one arm wrapped around himself as he chewed his thumbnail of his other hand. He was close to tears and let his eyes fall closed as he exhaled sharply...and reached over to hold her son’s hand. One thing seemed starkly evident above all else here, and that was that they just had to wait, no matter how hard it seemed to be to face. Word Count | 2,36

[Follows THIS ] Thanksgiving and motorcycles. It was all that seemed to be able to rush through Carla's mind as she drove as fast as she could without getting arrested to Miami. The last time she...all do whatever it takes to get Chris back to us. And I'll try my best not to interrogate his girlfriend about her intentions to my baby boy," she added as an afterthought. Word Count | 5,39

As they sat at the front of the Blackbird with Scott piloting, Emma reached out to cover his hand with hers as she gave it a comforting squeeze when all she could think about was the fact that Warren and John might be about to lose each other but at least they'd had a chance.

I am seriously considering taking out a personals ad... wonder if they'll buy that I'm a Brad Pitt lookalike...

Surrounded by all the couples, news of new babies, random children showing up, and wedding plans, all Adam wanted to do was drown his sorrows in the bottom of a vodka bottle and pretend the loneliness was just a passing phase, like the mini disc, Furbys or the Spice Girls (even if he would probably, in desperation for a good lay, sleep with one of them right now).

Scott knew that confirmation of Pyro's location should have come with at least a slight sensation of relief, however news that Magneto was, indeed, responsible for the younger mutant's disappearance only succeeded in making Scott want to throw up... or if he wasn't wearing leather, maybe pee his pants a little considering how long it had been since he crossed the evil bastard's path.