I started this Buffy season 5/Justified AU while my computer was out. Help me decide if this a great idea or a disorder.

"Ladies," Dr. Walsh's new T.A., rumored to be a graduate student in abnormal psych or criminology from Kentucky or somewhere, touched the brim of his hat as Buffy and Willow filed out.

"I have to admit," Willow murmured. "I kind of love it when he does that."

"It's not awkward? Because of...you know." Buffy still hadn't found the words for the whole coming out drama with Willow, and it was sometimes painfully obvious. Not quite as bad as being all "Wow, they have colleges in Kentucky," with Stretch over there, but close enough.

Willow stuck her chin out in a modified Resolve Face.
"Lesbians can be ladies, I think. Maybe I should ask Tara."

"God, Will, don't ask Tara that! She barely talks to me as it is...after that she'll probably hate me."

"She doesn't hate you...she's just shy."

"I've got a question about the reading...catch you later?"

"Sure...but don't think I don't know what you're doing." Buffy approached the desk where Raylan had spread fifteen essays on heredity and environment. Which, to be fair to Dr. Walsh, was probably the place in psychology where he felt the ground beneath his feet, so to speak.Much less slippery than the id and superego and whatnot.Although his id definitely noticed the cute blonde in the halter top.

"Riley, right? I was wondering if you could help me out with number four of the Discussion Questions...."

Even with her toothpaste-commercial smile, it gave him a start to hear his immediate predecessor's name out loud, though he tried not to show it. His mother had always said "Least said, soonest mended," despite living with Arlo all those years. Maybe she should have asked a few more goddamn questions, at that.”I’m sorry about that… Raylan Givens, at your service.” Buffy couldn’t be sure, but she thought he was considering tipping the hat again.She couldn’t decide if that was polite or strange, so she just settled for
“You’re not from around here, huh?”

“Was it my lack of a tan or lack of a goatee that gave me away?”

Buffy laughed, a simple, uncomplicated sound that put Raylan at ease that she knew nothing whatever about Dr. Walsh’s secret projects and was just the sort of sunny, simple girl that would take his mind off all the troubles he brought from home.She was damn near as sexy as Ava Crowder, but without Ava’s naked confidence in her own attractions….well, she could be almost as sexy as Ava. “Let’s just call it a combination,” Buffy replied.

“Well, you’re quite right… I’m a recent graduate of the University of Kentucky.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” Buffy blushed.

“Um, okay,I realize that I’ve only been in California a few months, but I wasn’t aware that being from Kentucky required condolences.”

“Not at all…it’s just that the way you said that was kinda…tragic.”

I don't know Justified, but the Buffy stuff was spot on.

Thanks...it was fun writing about them again.

Oh you had Raylan down but good.

That was lovely--the voices were spot on.

Thank you...sometimes I think I'm fandom's mynah bird, but it could be worse. I'm going to watch more Buffy(such a sacrifice) and then I'm going to continue...dream is an AU season 5, but knowing how much else I'm also writing, maybe just one "episode" Maybe a little bit more so Boyd can be mad at the trio for not turning over his checker-playing doll of Ava.

I was hoping to get further in my AU!Fear Itself, but I thought I'd check in and get some notes...

"You all right? Raylan asked." You started out with so much to say in class...I mean, it's only been a week--"

"I'm all right...what happened to Riley, anyway? Willow met him in the bookstore and she said he was all enthusiastic and stuff.And handsome, she thought but didn’t say.

Raylan rubbed his chin thoughtfully “I think he went back to the Midwest.
” He left out the part where Finn went back to Iowa in a pine box and he never said “Boo,” though the thought nagged at him. How could it not, him sitting in Finn’s very desk chair, doing his job. But if he said anything, he wondered what would happen to the rest of the Initiative men, chosen very carefully from the lower end of America’s non-existent class system.No easy gigs with security firms for them. Dr. Walsh wanted young men who were hungry for things a meal plan couldn’t provide.
And it sure enough kept him quiet, even when he swore to himself he’d never let injustice go unanswered again.He knew technically, Finn had volunteered, or at least, signed off on all the drugs and endurance testing, but, somehow, seeing a co-worker turn blue right in front of you beat the shit out of all the releases in the world.It would be simpler to go home and start a little crop. Except for the plant in the barracks breathing its last.No self-respecting reefer farmer could forget to water a spider plant. And he had to admit it..he liked learning about people, why they did the stuff they did.

“Well, if I had somewhere to go back to,” Buffy said. “I’d think about it. I almost envy him.”

“Too much fun or not enough?”

“A little bit of both actually.”

“Look, I know you’re running behind, but you could catch up pretty easily if you work at it…I was a Marine once…persistence is part of the package.”

“Is that why you want me to go the party?”

“Nah…not trying to be a Hall Monitor from Hell…it’s just part of my work-study thing to keep things calm at dorm parties…it’d be nice to go with someone I know. The persistence thing just shows I know whereof I speak. You know?”

“Yeah, I guess… one night won’t kill me, right?”

“It will have to go through me first.”

“Has anyone told you you’re a little…intense?”

“Not in those words, but yeah,” Probably her biggest problem was that Professor Walsh put essay questions on the midterm and Buffy’s brain bounced around like a hummingbird drunk on nectar. She was lucky, not to carry the world on her shoulders.

“We’ll both try to lighten up before the party…it’s Halloween, it’s a slow night, anyway.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You know, I’ll never get any work done with the noise on the floor.”

“Right…see you at eight then.”

“Sure…you know it’s a costume party, right? I’m gonna have to go home and pull something together at the last minute…you can just, like, rent a horse.”

“Not after the last time, I returned it late. Rent-a-Nag will never accept my custom again…I could always go to Rent-A-Stud, but that gets confusing after a while.”

“Naturally.See you then.”

Raylan made a phone call in the hall. Already, costumed students rushed past him like he was invisible.

“Raylan Givens, calling from the land of no-fat milk and honey…how they hangin, son?”

“About like usual…listen, I have a question about my thesis, Art.”

“Sure, you do. On a Saturday night. And a Saturday night that’s also Halloween. Tell me another one.”

“Well, I also…kinda met somebody.”

“Good for you…realign her chakras yet?”

“Art, where do you get this stuff?”

“I don’t exactly know, but I read somewhere California folks are partial to it.If I were you, I’d use a condom.”

“Art…Christ!”

“Humor me, Raylan. I’m stuck in the land of meatloaf on Wednesday and sex on Saturday. Also, Tim isn’t here to listen to the latest peachy-keen reasons why you need to misuse university equipment to do your own research.”

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Read and commented, erika.

Yes, you should watch Justified...it's the shit(In a can't-gather-the-family-around-and-watch-it-violent-and naked sort of way. Although Raylan would think it very important that I tell you the violent and naked happen at *completely* different times.Of course, my mom and I watch it together, but we ain't right. So that's okay then(/Art voice) Of course, I love Elmore Leonard anyway. Well, except for that one minute after I read his writing tip that was "Cut out the boring parts," then, for one brief moment, it was like "Fuck you, too, Best-Seller Man," but I'm over it. Mostly.