Natalie Durant is having a VERY bad day. *post-Ice Station, by about two days.

It's Christmas Eve. Do you know where your team leaders are? That's right, campers: WORKING *post-series

Stephen's back to work, but Natalie's already there. With a new hobby. *post-series.

Natalie finds that Jack needs reassurance of who his father really is.

Miles decided to confront Dr. Stephen Connor about his arrogance towards him. Natalie and Eva encourage it, Frank is greatly amused and entertained by it. Miles isn't sure whether he will live to see tomorrow or not by going through with his little plan.

Upon leaving the towering, Lego-inspired building, Natalie Durant was heard invoking the Keystone Kops.

It’s concerning how the emptiness rushes back when he’s anywhere she isn’t.

They were merely guilty of moving slower than the gossip.

The team would swiftly sacrifice small farm animals to bring about an epidemic.

Just one more time had been the philosophy that had trapped them there in the first place. CHAPTER TWO BY DRWHO4U.

Predictably a Christmas tale for all of you to enjoy. Honestly, which pairing do you think it is anyway?

If you think life is hard, try photosynthesis.

They’ve all pulled a white sheet over the instances of failure.

Stephen felt himself frantically trying to think what Natalie would do.

It would have been easier to deny the entire thing had happened if the vast majority of the NIH had not actually witnessed it.

Only a truly bored Connor would resort to expense reports.

He debated whether the outcome of freezing to death would be as horrible as the outcome of Natalie's frozen hand making contact with his cheek and decided that some stupid decisions were still worth making.

Natalie Durant was as private a person as Stephen Connor forced people to believe he was. Frank had learned more about the latter in a year than he had about the former in seven.

The worried could not sleep here, it seemed, for if they did they would miss the stroke of the clock as it hit their fateful hour.

There lies in raw wintry elements a sound that is life.

The crossroads we’ve run into aren’t listed on Mapquest.

He’ll see it eventually; likely the day she designs an intravenous Starbucks drip.

Apparently growing old means growing tragically dependent.

Maybe the poor guy hadn’t been lying to Miles when he said his neighbor tried to eat him. MI meets Zombie Parody. Details are inside, multichapter..

In every stranger he sees the potential for a white coffin ending.