That's the common English way, at any rate. this page might be worth a quick glance if you're interested in going further. And makes it clear that they're pretty much interchangeable in most circumstances.

Well, I've always planned on this being a house of nuns, so I'm good that way.

Oh, and my Spike's Desoto miniature car came in the mail today. I popped open that collector's sealed display package and am rolling the car around my desk right now, running over things and pretending they're the "Welcome to Sunnydale" sign.

Music-while-writing note: much of above bit was written to various parts of the Fellowship of the Ring soundtrack. Good for working on tense bits.

Thanks, Am! God, I love the Net.

Spike's Desoto miniature car

Can I just say WANT!!! ?

That is all.

eBay. Just saying. YOu can also get Giles' Citroen, Xander's Bel Air, and Angel's convertible. I'm resisting the full set.

Oh my goodness! I could only find the set, but I also found this!

the Gentlemen

eBay. Just saying. YOu can also get Giles' Citroen, Xander's Bel Air, and Angel's convertible. I'm resisting the full set.

OK, this is too funny. The way my page laid this out? Ebay was directly above the word "convertible" and I read this as "eDible."

I think my tiny little mind needs to take a holiday.

But I want the Citroen.

YOu can also get Giles' Citroen, Xander's Bel Air, and Angel's convertible.

I can't get the link to work, but Sumi posted a link in the last Buffy thread at #7645 to a place where you can buy all 4 cars.

some more Spred for Plei:

It seemed to last forever. When it finally stopped, Spike seemed to know before the final nauseating roll had peaked that it was over. He slid out, Fred attached like a remora to his chest, and stood up, gently detaching her.

"You all right, then?"

She nodded, speechless and shaking. There were running footsteps overhead, hitting the stairs, stopping.

"Spike."

"Angel. Here I am, reporting for service, as promised back up in Sunnydale."

The blond looked up, locking stares with Fred's boss, standing motionless at the top of the stairs. It occurred to her that they might have sat as models for yang and yin vampires. Or Rose White and Rose Red. Or blood red. Or something. She shook her head; poetic metaphors weren't really her strong point.

"Good. I'm glad you're here. We need the help." Angel came downstairs, and nodded lightly at Fred. "Are you OK? Nothing broken? That was a pretty good temblor."

"Um, no I'm fine, see, Spike here grabbed me and covered me up, so, well really, i'm OK."

Nice hard body you've got under that coat, Fang Boy.

The words popped unbidden into her mind, and she shoved them away. If any of that found its way from her psyche into the open air? She'd have to practice some serious slayage on herself. What was wrong with her, anyway? Think about Charles - no, better not. Think about Wes - uhoh, no that either. OK, think about Willow. Think about Sexy Red with all the power. Just don't think about Spike anymore.

"Fred?" Angel sounded concerned. "You can open your eyes now. The quake's over. But I think I heard something go over in the office." He turned his head as the Hyperion's front doors opened, and Wesley walked through, looking a bit shaken. "Hey Wes," Angel nodded. "You all right?"

"Other than my eternal distrust of ground moving beneath me? Fine." He stopped and stared at the newcomer. "Oh, my lord. You're William the Bloody, that was. Spike, yes?"

"Right." Spike had his eyes fixed on Fred. "Look, pet, you sure you're not damaged?"

They were all staring at her now. Better say something. She swallowed hard.

"So," she said brightly, and nervously. "You're the hunky vamp the Slayer was screwing? The other one with a soul?"

latest collection of Career Change: Glory Night segments is up on my website, [link]