"Buffy's packing and ignoring all arguments," he said. "I think her mom may have finally admitted that there's no stopping the Slayer." He looked over the bus. "Field trip flashbacks, yig."
"At least there are no hyenas, this time," Giles said.
Xander did not smile back. "No, but we've got two vampires. I'm afraid my vote's with the hyenas."
"Can you drive this?" Giles asked, ignoring Xander's hostility. "Come daybreak, Spike and I won't be able to drive."
Glancing in at the driver's seat, Xander nodded. "I can manage it. You two going to be hiding under the seats?"
"Not likely," Spike said. He nudged Giles. "Show me these paint cans. Might as well do that now."
not bloody likely!
Wow, connie, you've got everyone's voices so well. I'm really impressed.
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Fay, that's brilliant. And I'm slightly disturbed-- the next thing that was going to happen in my fic was Andrew needing the bath room. Brainsharing much?
connie, I love you.
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Also I think this.
FAY!
I just rewatched Conversations with Dead People, and I found some truly andrewlicious quotes and had to share them for purposes of further Andrew storying -- not that you'd re-use them, but maybe they'd spark some ideas. They're probably not quite complete. I don't write as fast as I used to, but the gist is definitely there.
Andrew: I hated Mexico. Everybody spoke Mexico.
Jonathan: You could have gotten around that. You learned Klingon in two and a half weeks.
Andrew: That's different. It had much clearer transitive and intransitive verbs.
I missed a lot of it the first time around, so I didn't realize that Andrew was luring Jonathan through the school by telling him they'd impress Buffy, etc. "and maybe we'll get to hang at her house." Then J's so cool line called back to Andrew after they've separated: "You think they'll really let us join their gang?" and A just looks at him for a moment and then shrugs - look and shrug seeming to add up to no, but let's hope anyway.
More Andrew: "I feel like we're in Hellraiser. I hate Pinhead."
After Jonathan talks about how much he misses high school:
A: They don't want to talk to you. None of the people you mentioned, not one of them cares about you.
J: Well I still care about them. That's why I'm here.
Sunday 100 drabble.
"Salt"
He can taste his blood mixed with rain water mixed with sweat. It streams down his face, stinging his eyes and invading his mouth (like her tongue like the glass like betrayal). Hands, stiff and half numb, half raw with pain, tighten around the hilt of the knife.
Cradled. Weeping. Alive.
His ears are still ringing from the blows, buzzing with the rising of his pulse. He cannot hear her sobs over the din in his head, yet he can feel Angel's touch on her hair, on her shoulders, in his gut like a punch.
He lets the knife fall.
Jesus, Plei.
Fabulous. I actually *tasted* salt, reading that.
Sunday 100 on LJ is incredible. There was some good stuff yesterday/today. (The first go-round.)
