delicatemagic

Ford sat in the kitchen of the Stan O' War, various bits and pieces of machinery scattered around him. “My bonnie lies over the ocean...” His jaw tightened and he drew the machine closer, trying to screw in the little nails as fast as he could. “My bonnie lies over the sea...!” Ford finally gave up and stood.  “STANLEY WOULD YOU CUT THAT OUT!” The cabin door opened and Stanley stuck his head in, grinning.  “Whatsa matter, Sixer?  Want me to pick a different song?” “Yes!  Preferably one with no lyrics whatsoever!” “You got it!” “Wait no wait –” &

It's not paranoia if someone's really out to kill you. Ford moved swiftly away from the place where he'd buried the second journal.  It was dark – one in the morning – and unlikely that anyone would be awake.  But he'd dressed in a black cloak with the hood pulled up to hide the glint of his glasses, just in case.  He hurried to the cover of the trees.  He planned to skirt the edges of the town, keeping to the shadows, away from the dim glow of the streetlamps.  The Moth Man was harmless, but there were other eyes out there.  Watching. He hadn't brought any source of illumination.  He moved as quickly as he dared, making as litt

Summary: Ford returns home for the holidays.  He is less than pleased when Shermie pesters him to take a break from his studies. “What're you doing?” “Studying.” “You've been doing that since you got here.” “Yes.” “Do you do anything else?” Ford suppressed a groan – barely.  It was like dealing with Stanley all over again.   “Look, Shermie, can't you go play with a ball or something?” “Mom told me to stay upstairs 'cuz she's working and she has a headache.  And anyway, you're in my room.  You have to do what I say.” Ford had never been one to gri

“...Stanford Filbrick Pines!” The ruler came down hard on the desk and he jumped.  Normally Stan nudged him or something when a teacher called his name, but Stan was in the office again and Ford had forgotten to pay attention. Ms. Harding towered over him, lips pursed, eyes narrowed.  “And just what is so fascinating that it takes precedence over paying attention in my class?” she demanded.  She grabbed for his book. “Hey!” “Properties of Expanding Universes...what is this, more science fiction trash?” The class turned to look at him.  Crampelter snickered. Ford's face grew hot.  “It