oh goodness, I like all of this. I love the tragique thing, too funny. The 100s are all amazing. Deb, I can't wait to read the rest.

kat, that was amazing. Really, really great. And not just because it implies a horrible, painful, bloody death for Kennedy. Wait, my issues...

ita, your Buffy movie drabble is the funniest fucking thing ever!!! And the Dawn one was achy.

Please, please, please everyone gather your drabbles and send them to the Bitch Fic site! Please...

We totally need to start updating the Bitchyfic archive. And adveritsing it somehow.

Kat that was great, at first I thought maybe it was Andrew babbling.

I meant to mention that. If you have anything you want to go up on the Bitchfic site, just email it to me in the body of an email or as a.txt attatchment and I'll get it up.

Dammit, I can't get in to see the Wes/Gunn smut, how cruel is life?

edit: And I was expecting Crispin to end up being a vampire, myself.

Connie, the story isn't over yet, you know. More to come.

Well, my theory went ka-boom when Crispin kicked in the door his ownself--though if he had a standing invitation post-vamping, that wouldn't be a problem, I guess.

I need to get back to what Xander and Willow are up to pre-road trip in the V!Giles. Perhaps some stuff to post later tonight.

YOU GO WORK ON THAT CONNIE!

NO REASON AT ALL FOR ME TO BE EXCITED ABOUT THAT.

NONE AT ALL.

more....

("AAAARGH BEHOLD EYGHON ouch bloody hell that HURTS let go of me you cow!")

"Shut up, you black-magic dabbling little twit!" She wrenched him clear of the pentagon, sliding her left hand down to a vicious grip on his bicep. "Get us down here, me and Steed? Was that the idea? 'Ten, eleven, man and woman together'? Feed us to that damned thing?"

"Well...."

She dug her fingers hard, and he shrieked. "'Eight, nine, vampires to dust' - killing these two off was supposed to help summon your big dusty friend in there? So you lured them here with the girl. Is that it? Answer me."

"I'm a sorcerer, damn it! Raising demons, that's what we do!"

"You're a sorcerer?" Suddenly and regrettably, Emma Peel lost her temper. She shook Ethan hard. "You're a spoiled stupid little plonker with delusions of grandeur, is what you are! You've hurt people, endangered people, raised that reeky great whatever for apparently no other reason than to prove you can. I'd drag you outside by the hair and beat you like a dinner gong if I didn't think you'd enjoy it. And I may yet. But first...." A loud burping roar came from inside the pentagram, and Emma glared at Ethan. "First, you're going to send that supernatural Come-Tickle-Me right back where you got it from."

"Suppose I don't want to?" Ethan's sneer was still in place, but it was decidedly more tremulous than it had been. "Suppose I refuse?"

She smiled at him, a full glorious Emma Peel smile, close-mouthed, slit-eyed. "Then I toss you back in and watch it eat your entrails like a tube of Smarties."

Ethan gaped at her. No one said a word; even the Eyghon was quiet, possibly wondering whether she'd actually do it. Drusilla broke the silence.

"You know, I do rather like her." She spoke consideringly, her head tilted to one side. The ridges were gone, and the fangs with them; she looked like no more than a weirdly dressed, very pretty girl with an eye for footwear. "I think he's pissed himself; I can smell it."

"She's not the Slayer, though, is she?" Spike and Crispin, by tacit agreement, seemed to have suspended their fight in favour of waiting to see what the Eyghon would do. Spike was actually lounging a bit."I mean, she's too old for the whole Slayer bit. And not to be rude or anything, mate, but who in hell are you little lot, anyway?"

"She's an Avenger," Crispin told him. "And I'm a retired Avenger. She's not the Slayer, but now you bring it up? I'm thinking we could use her. It would be easy enough to get her here."

He swung his head around to Ethan. "Wouldn't it, boy? Shall I ring up your friend Rupert? Ask him to bring his father's project around for the evening?"

"No!" Ethan yelped. He swallowed hard. "She's not just a slayer, she's a witch. We've got an Avenger, a retired Avenger, two vampires and the Eyghon. For God's sake, you really think we ought to add the Slayer to that? When she's also capable of turning us all into cups of Bovril with a spell?"

The Eyghon suddenly roared. The sound was impressive. It did unexpected things to the nervous system.

"What's a Slayer?" Emma was completely exasperated. "No, don't tell me. You've got til I count ten, Ethan. Are you sending that thing in there to its room, or does it get to pick its teeth with you?" She stepped towards the pentagram, dragging Ethan with her, and the demon lunged towards them; it was still missing one arm and part of its head, but what was visible looked more than capable of doing the trick. "One. Two. Thr-"