Angel/Cordelia makes me want to poke out my eyes with fish hooks.

(Bill the cat hairball) ackackackack PFFFFFTPH! (/Bill the cat hairball)

So. much. good. stuff. Brain exploding now.

connie, loving V!Giles, as always. Deena! Darling woman, you have Fredvoice absolutely perfect. I could hear AA delivering exactly those lines--you've written her as concieved, perfect. And Spike too, of course. Wonderful! Am Chau, I've never read Hitchhiker, something I will remedy sooner than later, but I'm loving what you're doing with the crossover.

And SA--oh my. Hot in here allofasudden? (fanning) Woo!

Damn! Forgot. Here's my drabble (dual theme this week was Worst Day Ever in a character's life/Fear).

How Many Endings (Darla)

"Please."

She was dying, and that was okay. She'd come to terms with it. Angel had done his best, but the disease that had killed her centures earlier was going to kill her again. She was fine with that. Her acceptance was total.

"Please don't."

She was ready to die; it was the natural order of things, and she'd had a second chance. This couldn't be happening, it couldn't....

"Please, please..."

Dru's teeth sank into her neck, condemning her yet again. The last thing she heard through her terror was Lindsey's voice:

What did you think was going to happen?

as usual, wow Deb.

Perkins, you safely back in LA?

Yep. Survived my parents, and forest fires, and got the chance to feel warm for a change (it's still yucky here), so all in all a pretty good weekend.

Lots of interesting takes on the main requirements for this week's Sunday 100 - definitely worth a read.

(I hit post button early, damnit)

And welcome back!

Lots of interesting takes on the main requirements for this week's Sunday 100 - definitely worth a read.

Where are these?

So. I've got part one of the Adam/FE "conversation" done, and so far neither have appeared in it. Kind of like how it's going, though. Want I should serialize it? Part two may be a few days.

Eh, I gotta motor, but here's Part One:

Conversation With the Monster

Part One: The Watchers

“You see,” said Xander, “the First doesn’t perceive time the way you and I do.” Dawn leaned toward the window while Xander continued gesticulating wildly at the young woman sitting across the diner booth from them. She knew he’d come to a peace with the whole thing—the Hell the First had put them through, Anya’s quick, brutal death, the searching and teaching that came afterward. The last twenty years had moved at a breakneck pace. Xander was only 41, but she could see a bit of gray in his hair. Being watchers could do that to you.

“We thought it was about Good and Evil,” continued Xander, excitedly, “but that was all just bull shit.”

The young woman, Rosa, had cornered them at the Antiquarian Bookstore they’d been poring through. Dawn thought it was funny that Xander never used to read anything deeper than X-Men. Now, it was everything she could do to draw him out from underneath the books. He’d spent the last twenty years trying to understand what happened that day, and now that he thought he had it, this girl pops up out of nowhere, claiming to know everything—about the Slayers, the vampires, the Watcher’s Council. She sought out Xander and Dawn for knowledge, and Xander was more than happy to share.

Rosa wanted to know about the First, about the creation of a multitude of Slayers around the globe, and Xander may well be the world’s greatest authority on the subject. Even Wesley consulted him regularly, and that was a day she never thought she’d see.

“So,” Rosa interrupted, “how did you find out all this?” The girl looked dubious and enraptured at the same time. Rosa hadn’t even touched her coffee, she was so taken by Xander’s story. Dawn wondered if she should be jealous, then put the thought aside.

“Well,” said Xander, with a smirk. “Dawn and the rest weren’t the only ones having conversations with dead people that night, and I’ve had more than one or two myself. This particular conversation I learned of when I consulted an oracle at a monastery up outside Chico. My buddy Oz is a monk up there. He’s taken a vow of silence, but it’s kind of hard to tell.” Dawn giggled, Rosa seemed lost. “Anyway, the oracle helped me uncover a few things, led me to some tomes where the First's minions recorded this and that. Anyway, I was back in England—we live there most of the time—where I learned that, as scared as we were of the First? The First was scared of a few things itself.”