One of these days, I'm going to end up doing one-word fic.

Spike at the End of the World, the Last Man Standing.

"Bugger."

I doubledogdare you to archive that.

So I can't use the cut tag in Twi's journal?

Is it better to post it in Twi's journal with a spoiler warning, or spoiler font, or should I post it in my own with the cut, and then link it to Twi's?

Isn't LJ spoiler font the same as here? Or you could use an lj cut.

What's the tag? I use quick edit here. Should I do <font color="white">?

Sorry I'm being so needy, I'm so new to LJ; I don't want to spoil someone about the casting spoiler by accident.

Thanks for all the compliments, everyone. If it's good, it's beginner's luck.

I doubledogdare you to archive that.

I am *NOT* sending it to lists.

I might, on a whim, upload it at BfA. Too bad it's not two days ago.

"Bugger."

Ha!

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Post in your own journal, and post a link to it in the comments in Twi's challenge post.

And definitely do a cut rather than a spoiler font. When people read it in their friends pages rather than going directly to your page, their background colors won't necessarily be the same as yours (says she who couldn't resist the fan/goth cliche of a black background).

Thanks!

says she who couldn't resist the fan/goth cliche of a black background

Yes, this I was worried about.

Is it better to post it in Twi's journal with a spoiler warning, or spoiler font, or should I post it in my own with the cut, and then link it to Twi's?

If you feel more comfortable, post it in your LJ behind the cut and link to it, but if you post it as-is, no spoiler warning in Twi's LJ, it should be fine.

(I used no spoiler warning in the post in the comments, and I mentioned Faith being in Sunnydale. It's vague enough to be okay.)

But if you post it in your LJ, be sure to use the cut, because of those pesky UnAmericans.

Deb, [link] is working for me now.

My shot at the drabble: Guidelines: Two hundred words, motel, gun, note, M/F (rated PG)

He turns it over again in his hands. Try as he might, he can't make it menacing. It's not cold. His hands keep it warm. He hasn't put it down since it fired. It's not heavy, not to hands that fence foil, epee, and saber.
He balances it, weighing, transferring, weighing again.
The gun in his father's hand had not had its own menace, but everything Lionel touched was tainted. Menace that stayed long after he walked away. No, Lionel never walked away. He could leave a room, but he never walked away.
There was a Heisenbergian uncertainty principle that hovered around Lionel. Sometimes Lex knew his motivation. Sometimes he could predict his action. Knowing both seemed impossible.
It didn't matter, in that moment, why Lionel was pointing the gun at Clark. Lex knew he would fire.
Was it filial devotion that had stuttered Lex's finger on his trigger? Or simple fear? No matter. Lionel's gun had fired first, at point blank range. Lex's aim had been as sure.
He crumples the note unfinished into his pocket and stares at the motel room door. Enough hiding.
He is a Luthor. The Luthor. No questions, no explanations.
And no more Smallville.

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And now to read the preceding ones.