flourishing in subterfuge

Title: Time It Was (And What a Time It Was)

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I wrote this for sockie1000, who threw a list of prompts at me to see what stuck. For some reason, my muse gravitated toward The old, wooden chairs on Steve's beach. And this is the result. Thanks to geminigrl11  for the beta :)

A/N 2: This is mostly a character introspective, but it is set during the Pilot and has preseries spec/references. Title borrowed shamelessly from Simon and Garfunkels "Bookends."

Summary: The chairs have been there longer than Steve has.

A/N: And the resolution begins :) Thank you!  Previous parts here.

Title: Sail Away

Disclaimer: Not mine.

A/N: I wrote this on a whim a few months ago but it took me awhile to get it fully typed and polished. So it was written before some of the major plot developments in the midseason. Beta'ed by geminigrl11  with additional help from moogsthewriter . Don't look too closely at the accuracy of the law enforcement or medical facts or, well, anything, LOL. Title borrowed from David Gray's "Sail Away."

Summary: Steve was scared. He was scared the day Hesse called him, the day his father died. He was scared of losing what little he'd gained, scared of failing his partner right when he'd started to figure out what it meant at all.