What? Not a Firefly watcher? You really should put that right, you know.

That's what everyone says, and I expect I will, but honestly, it really does take a mule team to drag me to watch scifi. And since I don't like westerns either? I've been extremely resistant.

But mostly, I just want to see the original pilot, if it ever comes around on DVD or video.

it really does take a mule team to drag me to watch scifi. And since I don't like westerns either? I've been extremely resistant.

puts 'mule team' on list of things to buy

I'm brainstorming for HHG characters, and now I'm seeing Dirk Gently meeting River. I should probably try and avoid mixing the Douglas Adams fandoms, really.

I should probably try and avoid mixing the Douglas Adams fandoms, really.

I would, but then, I'm a purist that way, and while I liked Dirk gently? It didn't kill me the way HHG did.

It didn't kill me the way HHG did.

Nor me. hence the not mixing.

I think I should go and read and maybe sleep, and write more tomorrow.

Sleep is good. I'm an achey mess and going to a reading in berkeley tonight and I need a nap, badly.

How dare you people have fascinating POV discussions when I can't be around to participate? Huh? Huh?

Oh, and, Teppy, thank you. I was thinking of asking you to beta, as you betaed Steam, but the lovely souls Beverly and Am-Chau took up the gauntlet.

So, POVs and changing them and which ones I like. I'm tired of First Person, it seems everyone and their dog does first person, and only a few people do it well. Done poorly, it gets narcissistic and I start thinking to myself, "My god, what a good shrink would do for this person. I know this story is taking place inside your head, but, really, your head is a massively untidy place to be." I know, in some stories that's the whole point, but, dammit, at least let me see some progress towards a tidier mind.

Second person? I may have read a couple of things, but it was with great fear and trepidation. Occasionally it worked. I think there was a Vamp!Xander one that was 2nd Person, and it took a while for me to figure out just who it was hiding in the cemetery saying they were sorry. Still, I remember it.

Third person is my forte, I guess. I want to try first person, but it would have to be multiple first person--see main objections to first person. The POV character would have to be incredible observant and intuitive for me not to get disgusted with living in their head for that long.

Third person limited is my favorite. I know I fall down occasionally on strictly keeping it limited, but when there's only action taking place, no feelings being discussed, I'll let it slide. I compare it to a wide angle with a cameral. If there's just movement across the landscape with some dialogue that's easily interpreted, I'll leave it as pseudo-omnisicient. As soon as interpretation begins, though, I treat it like the ultimate tight shot, with the camera as the character's eyeballs.

"Touch" was tricky, because I had to flash back and forth between Spike and Xander to show the progression. I'm not completely happy with having to have physical breaks, like spaces or lines, to show the POV, but when I re-read it without any kind of breaks I felt a little POV-whiplash.

And everyone's probably out carousing and won't be in to chat. Oh, well, I can type up the next chunk of V!Giles, I guess.

That's what everyone says, and I expect I will, but honestly, it really does take a mule team to drag me to watch scifi. And since I don't like westerns either? I've been extremely resistant.

If it hellllps, deb, before this fall I knew nothing about scifi, and was definitely suspicious of westerns, and still I love Firefly like I have loved no other show before. It's good *art*. It's amazing. I'd like to break each episode down and write about how *exactly* wonderful it is. I luvv this show, and cry copious salty tears because it isn't on every Friday.

Re. POV: I haven't yet met one I haven't found done both elegantly and execrably. That's the story, for me. But if I had to choose, I would probably go with close-loose/switching third perfect, as wld most people.

Lizard! It's the Lizard! She still runs free and occasionally wanders past my view! How lovely.

I was going to post this in my LJ and just put the link here, then I thought, "Come on, it's the Bitches, you've always posted chunks here. Don't get all LJ-smug on them now."

So, the next chunk of V!Giles, here first. Then in my LJ.

Buffy looked at the papers and book, frowning at the odd symbols. "So what have you got?"

Giles arranged the papers for her. "We've found a location that should be safe for all of us. It's a place Anya has been, so we can prepare for the conditions. We just need to go over the words of the spell a few times and we'll be ready to go."

"How long will we be gone? And is this going to be one of those an hour here is like a day there things?"

"I don't believe so. It has to do with the proximity of the dimensional planes in relation to--" He broke off at the look on Buffy's face. "They're close enough that the time flow should be very similar."

"I want to ask how, but it would be like all those times you tried to explain physics to me, wouldn't it."

Giles managed not to laugh. "I'm afraid so. Though Willow would be happy to tutor you, as always."

Willow bounced. "This is so cool, Buffy! And it makes sense. The hard part is to make sure you have the proper name of the dimension and you know what language to use in the spell. The language itself partially invokes the dimension, and the rest of the incantation forms the portal." She settled down a little. "And, yeah, it's kind of like physics."

"We can get back, right? I mean, if the two of you are going to be doing the spell to open the portal, won't you need two to open it coming back?"

"Oh, of course we can get back," Giles said. "I want Willow's help for safety's sake. Plus, I don't think I could stop her." Willow grinned back at him. "But I know the spell for a portal that will bring us back here. Which explains why the Council insists all Watchers learn Sumerian, which is one of the earliest human languages to have a magical vocabulary."

Getting both Giles and Willow back on track when there was fascinating stuff to discuss was like pushing a shopping cart with a bad wheel. "When do we go?"

Willow and Giles looked at each other. "Twenty minutes?" Willow said. Giles nodded. "Twenty minutes."

Buffy blew her hair back out of her eyes. "So what do I pack?"

They quietly spread the word about the imminent departure. When Buffy went up to consult with Xander on the Knights, Spike abandoned his torment-Xander post to track down Giles.

"You're an idiot, you know," he said when he found the other vampire, who was sweeping debris from a section of the courtyard. Willow was shooing the chickens back into their coop, using unladylike language that would have upset the Humane Society.

Giles barely looked up. "No, I'm not. Portal travel isn't done on a regular basis, but the theory is well understood." He glanced around and moved closer. "Though I don't blame you for being leery, if you've had a bad experience. How did it happen?"

"Voodoo priestess in New York. Booby trap in her hougon. She was after vampire parts for a spell. I was for parts, and she sent Dru through the portal as a present for the creatures on the other side. She had a power-sharing deal with them, had to feed them occasionally. I had to go in after her. Dalton and the boys made the bitch keep the portal open, then we chopped her up once me and Dru were back." He studied the darkness for a while. "I kind of miss Dalton. The Judge ate him. I found him in an old bookstore in Manhattan. I called him in for the Du Lac Cross thing." He shook his head firmly to stop the babbling. "Have you ever even seen a portal, Ripper?"

"Yes, I have, actually. In training. They are rather stomach turning, I agree. But Sqaon seems the wisest choice for a place to hide."

"Sqaon? Haven't heard of it."

"It's Anya's land of perpetual Wednesday. Not a term useful for spell casting, so we had to get her to remember its proper name. Excuse me, I need to finish sweeping, then we're ready to go."

Spike nodded and wandered off, finding his way to the bus. Buffy was already there, searching under the seats for something. Spike hesitated, then simply said, "Excuse me," stepped over her and went to the back.

Buffy pulled her head from under the seat and looked at him, puzzled. Still, she shouldn't complain about not having to deal with rude chatter. She found her boots and started to leave, then sat down on a seat to change shoes. "Spike?"

He straightened from the pile of stuff he'd built Giles' hidey-hole from, looking wary. "Yes?"

"Thank you for staying to look after Mom. And for looking after her and Dawn through all this."

Spike shrugged. "No big deal."

"I think it is. I know what you've always promised about what you'd do when you got the chip out. But you haven't done it. You've helped us, instead." She looked at her hands. "I--was kind of relieved, knowing you were looking out for them when I couldn't. I'm not going to ask why, just--thanks."

Spike settled into a seat several rows behind her. "No matter what I ever planned, even when I planned horrible things for you, I never meant any harm to Joyce or the Niblet. I don't know if that's the monks' doing, playing with my memories and all, but there it is. And it's not just because I'm trying to get in good with you," he added, just a little bitterly.

"Just because I'm glad you're protecting Mom and Dawn doesn't mean I trust you."

He managed to smile. "Just means you're not stupid. You may never believe that I love you, and you may never love me back. Doesn't change how I feel. And I am grateful you trust me with your family. No one will lay a hand on your mum, not while I can still crawl."

"Thank you." She looked out the window and saw Willow and Giles conferring in the clean spot of the courtyard. "I think it's time. Spike, if this doesn't work, if we get stuck or something--"

"Skip that part, I've got a good imagination."

"Yeah. Anyway, I'm not going to be here to deal with Glory. And she's going to be pissed."

Spike scratched at the healing spot on his head. "I've got some payback scheduled for her. Between me, Red, who's got her own reasons, and Rambo Harris, we should be able to manage something."

Buffy stood up, tested the fit of her boots, and nodded. "Good enough, then." She started to leave, then looked back one more time. "What are you going to do to Xander?"

The old, joyfully evil smirk made a brief reappearance. "Don't know yet. Lovely watching him squirm, though."

"Don't you hurt him."

"I don't think he'd appreciate you trying to fight his battles for him, luv."

God, a guy thing. She did not have time for this. She spared one more glare then left the bus.

Everyone gathered around for last farewells. Xander hugged Dawn, then Buffy. "I'm going to go keep an eye on our friends. They might try to stop this."

"Be careful," Buffy said, of the dozens of things she wanted to. "Keep an eye on everybody for me."

"Sure thing." He kissed her on the cheek and headed back to his position on the wall.

Willow watched Giles looking around fretfully. "What's wrong?"

"I know I'm forgetting something, but what--"

"Ripper! Catch!" Spike, sauntering from the bus, tossed a long item to Giles, who smiled and caught it.

"Yes, precisely. Thank you, Spike." Giles drew the longsword, checked the edge, resheathed it, then buckled it across his chest so that the sword rode on his back. "Buffy, would you like some weapons? I believe we brought a crossbow."

"No, I'm good." She glanced at Dawn, then they went to Joyce, who hugged them tightly.

"Be careful, you two," she whispered.

Dawn sniffled and nodded. Buffy managed not to squish her mother when she hugged back. "You stay under cover, you. Please. OK?"

"OK." Joyce pushed them back. "Best get a move on."

Buffy nodded and headed back. Dawn hesitated, then ran towards Spike, who gave an audible oof when she hit him. He hugged her as tightly as a vampire who didn't want to hurt someone could.

"Look after Mom," Dawn said.

"I will. You mind your sis, now--and Ripper, so long as it doesn't seem like he's--"

"Like he's trying to kill me, right." She looked over her shoulder to where Buffy waited with mixed impatience and uncertainty. Dawn kissed Spike's cheek. "Don't bite anybody."

"Nobody who doesn't want me to. Go on."

Dawn ran to Buffy, who was almost glaring at Spike, then at her sister. Dawn only smiled at her pleasantly.

Giles sighed. "Are we ready?"

Willow hugged Buffy and Dawn. "I'm ready."

"All right, then. Together."

Willow nodded, took a deep breath, and waited for Giles' nod. They began to chant.

The air in the courtyard vibrated, then began to turn. The chickens in their coop squawked loudly.

Out in the Knights' camp, the horses stamped nervously. Xander watched one of the monks run up to General Gregor, who was glaring at the gate. The General listened a moment, then strode to the gate.

"You can just back off there, General," Xander called. "Our hour isn't up yet."

Giles, still chanting, glanced up worriedly, then at Spike. Spike nodded and ran up the steps to join Xander.

The General glared at Xander. "There is foul sorcery afoot, boy! I demand you stop and turn over the Key."

"We have an hour, General. You will get your answer then." Xander glared at Spike but made room for him.

"What is that spell your wizards are casting?"

"I don't know much about magic." He hefted the M16 to port arms. "I know weapons. Do you?"

His knightly order may shun modern technology, but General Gregor obviously recognized it. He stepped back.

Down in the courtyard, the wind had become visible and thick with light. Giles and Willow raised their voices to be heard over the wind. A tiny vortex appeared, slowly spinning larger.

In the doorway of the chapel, Tara watched the portal form. "Giggling stones jump," she whispered, moving forward. Sister Agnes, watching the proceedings next to her, gently took her arm.

"Best stay back, nina."

Tara frowned at the nun. "Pictures tear. Black words eat. The red turns black."

"Go inside, Taracita. This is upsetting you."

Gregor stood below Xander. "Cease this magic. Give us the Key."

Xander flicked off the safety on the rifle. "No."

"Then you give me no choice." Gregor turned to go to his troops.

Xander rose smoothly, put the rifle to his shoulder, and fired a single shot into the ground at Gregor's feet.

Buffy whirled. "Xander, no!"

Spike waved her back. "Warning shot, keep going!"

Xander watched Gregor's livid face through the scope. "You've got lots of choices, General. You're the only one who can make them. And I already know what my choices are."

A last shout from Willow and Giles, and the vortex bloomed into full life. The wind whipped out across the courtyard, then stillness fell, leaving a swirling silver hole in the air.