sequel to Vaughn, New Mexico, Day Interstates were all right in their own way. Nothing better if you had places to be. But Dean couldn’t help hating them.

It was the perfect plan: break Dom out, go to Vegas, get married with Mia and get out of the country. Simple. Perfect. Fool-proof. Brian's plans never went well.

Stop the Presses: "Kavanagh gets his revenge. Written for the Documentary Challenge in SGA Flashfic. Posted January 2006." Sandcastles: "Home is what you make it." Golden Rule Days (Our Modern Family Belongs To Us): "How Kat Barton comes to realizes that her very large “family” maybe isn’t normal—but that’s what makes it awesome. Movieverse. Inspired by workerbee73’s Career Day, but it got out of hand. >_>" Momentum: "It doesn't matter who you are; eventually, everyone's past catches up to them."

"Bri-an." And Brian was yanked out of his zone, out of the passing traffic, to focus on Calls-Himself-Logan-Yeah-Right. Logan was looking skuzzier than usual tonight - a few extra piercings, his shirt ragged and ripped, and he was twitching a little, looking for trouble, looking for some extra cash. And thinking Brian could provide both. Brian looked at the twitching and tried to assess it - had he had Sugar recently? Or was this something else, just some coke or something?

Brian closed his eyes and tried to keep from puking on his tiny corner of the holding cell. So. Screwed. O’Conner.