Perfect! That's just what I thought. Amych, you rock. Onwards, and more please.

ion - I am inordinately chuffed that someone has actually designed their LJ icons based on my Draco. MY Draco! From my FicThatAteMyBrain! That's just SO damned cool.

How interesting! Which person is this? (I'm verrry behind in LJ.)

Liz - Phineas Jones has designed two icons based on the pic of Jude Law as my Draco.

I'm very chuffed.

For the sake of those who haven't seen AtS 4x22 yet, this is going in the LJ.

Connor fic!

Sigh. Bon Bon!

Damn Plei, you just made my allergies start up again.

It's Tim's fault.

Damn him.

Yeah-- that too. I just rewatched the episode.

"Look in the file"

Sigh.

Fay, I was just looking at those icons, and the Frodo one is heartbreaking.

and some more stuff, for my last day of taking cable customer calls. Whee!!!

Xander wondered if he needed a commercial driver's license to drive the bus if it wasn't being used as a commercial vehicle. Well, if the cops pulled him over to check his license, they'd have bigger problems with explaining the blacked out windows, the girl with the broken hand and the inability to form coherent sentences, and the obviously sick woman who should be home in her own bed. Plus the guys under the seats in the back. Maybe he could explain it as a field trip for an institution for the chronically weird.

Maybe Willow could do a Cops-Be-Gone spell or something.

The vampires hadn't gone into hiding just yet. Spike was lounging in the seat behind Dawn, arguing quietly with her over who caused what scratch on a CD. Giles perched nervously in one of the seats back in the blacked-out section, watching the lightening sky. Buffy went to sit in front of him.

"I think I speak for everyone here when I ask, Where are we going? Can we know now?"

He nodded distractedly. "Yes, certainly. We'll be taking some side roads before we reach the park itself. That will take us into the mountains, to a convent of St. Eugene."

Anya turned from her position in the seat behind Xander. "There are Eugenians in America? Since when?"

"Early 1800s, I believe. Their early records are spotty."

Joyce frowned. "I've never heard of a St. Eugene."

"That's because he was a demon," Anya explained. "His followers mostly stay in the Pyrenees in Europe. I thought there was only the one monastery in France."

Giles shrugged. "I heard of them from a Brachen demon who came into the Magic Box late one night last summer. The convent is apparently a sanctuary for, well, esoteric folks of all species. It's become something of a waystation for creatures who mean no harm who are travelling through this area."

"Out here in the boonies?" Buffy asked. "I'd think they'd be more comfortable in cities."

"In LA and San Francisco they can hide from people, but the smaller cities are more difficult. Plus the Hellmouth discourages them from coming closer to the coast."

Spike looked suspicious. "Eugenians don't much like vampires. You think they'll let us in?"

Giles studied the back of the seat in front of him. "I visited them once or twice, before ... I'm hoping they'll make an exception. If nothing else, if we cause no trouble they shouldn't object to us."

Xander snorted. "Trouble, like being chased by a hellgod?"

"I'm hoping the sanctuary aspect of the place will be more than just tradition. Aside from that, there is the problem of finding us." His frown became more pronounced. "It's quite late."

Spike glanced out the windshield.. The sky over the mountains ahead of them was definitely pink, tending towards sunny. "Right. Been lovely chatting, folks, Ripper and I are getting under cover now." He slid out of his seat and headed into the back. Giles followed, and they slid under the seats to either side of the aisle. Four minutes later, the edge of the sun appeared through a gap in the mountains, sending sunlight into the bus.

Even in the darkness under the seats, Giles winced in pain at the increased brightness. Spike glanced at him, then slithered out of his duster. "Here." He tossed it over.

Giles made no pretense about pulling the duster over his head. He peered out under the edge. "This is bloody unfair. You're only under here to keep me company, aren't you."

Spike shrugged. "Till the sun gets a little higher, no telling how the direct light is going to come in. I'm under here for a bit yet." He managed not to snicker too loudly on the look on Giles' face. "Look, Ripper, I've been a vampire for a century and a quarter. You're not even three months' turned. Fledgeling mortality rates are high for a reason."

"It's still unfair."

"Kids." Spike lost his grin. "I wish you'd told me it was the Eugenians we were headed for. Does this place have much contact with the mother house in France?"

"Occasional letters back and forth. Why?"

Spike studied the bottom of the seat above him. Several decades of hardened gum dotted the metal. "You know how Angelus was about convents and such. We spent a few months in France once, and we toured the Pyrenees so himself could make a religious pilgrimage of sorts."

"Angelus attacked the monastery of St. Eugene? When?"

"Before he got souled, of course. But we had a great deal of fun there one night, before one of their sorcerers drove us off. We didn't make a point of introducing ourselves--well, the poof did, but his ego was always bigger than his brain--but we might not want to say the words William the Bloody around our hosts."

"Lovely," Giles sighed. "Damn, this made a great deal more sense when I thought of it. At least we're moving. And there's less than twenty-four hours to go. If we can just make it past dawn tomorrow ..."

"Yeah. Just."

Fay, that was such a lovely story. Beautiful. And it should be published as the brilliant piece of original fiction it is. Maybe the pornanthology?

Connie - keep it coming.

Am - I love the salt. It's such a tiny character detail, but one I think Xander would have.