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?"

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He slid out, Fred attached like a remora to his chest, and stood up, gently detaching her.

I love this line, and

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

Made me snerk painfully.

Deb, isn't it *Snow* White and Rose Red? (I even checked in my extremely tattered volume of children's stories that is part of my earliest memories, and it has Snow White and Rose Red. Not that it's the authority, but those are how I always heard the 2 names.)

I'm intrigued with your Spred.

And still think Plei is evil for enabling it.

And still think Plei is evil for enabling it.

Oh, like that's a SHOCK.

Plei, I'll hit stride shortly. Need to finish Weaver and Still Life edits before I let myself get too deep into anything else. But I wanted to keep it going.

Oh, who and where was it, that the subject of a BtVS/AtS crossover with Gumball Rally was first raised? Because Nic and I mapped the entire race out in our heads last night on the way home, including who got what cars. Example: Faith has the early eighties Ferrari Testarosa in arrest-me red. Angel, Mister Ragtop Man, is going to lose it when he spots a 1936 Lagonda convertible roadster with a running board for the taking. And we both agreed without a blink that Wesley must must must have Mrs. Peel's Lotus Elan.

Dawn and Buffy, off together, with Dawn driving illegally in something absurd, maybe a nice old Volvo P1800 and Buffy sweating bullets. Dawn would produce pink teeshirts that said "GO TEAM SUMMERS!"

Xander and Anya in a beefed-up Beemer, probably a 7-series.

Giles in the classic Jag XKE, not even street legal.

Spike on a killer bike, wrapped head to toe leather and full wraparound helmet, no sun can touch him anywhere. Demon-treated eye protection on the helmet so he can ride during the day.

Gunn, with Fred doing evil little things to the mechanics when it hiccups, in a seventies Lamborghini Miura, rollbar and all.

Alternately, Fred and Willow in a Mercedes 6-series, the kind my daughter's boyfriend has. Oh yeah.

Starting out in, say, London. Finish line - Transylvania?

Steph, yes indeed, Snow White and Rose Red. But I deliberately muddled it, because I saw Fred muddling it, and progressing naturally to Blood Red.

(and I adore that damned fairy tale....)

But I deliberately muddled it, because I saw Fred muddling it, and progressing naturally to Blood Red.

Okay, I get it. I was just being all editor-y. The editor is always on.