Dawn: Are you kidding? Dr. Keiser: I never kid about my amazing surgical skills.

'Bring On The Night'


Buffista Fic: It Could Be Plot Bunnies  

Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 25, 2003 5:51:01 am PDT #5413 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

I could interpret that as being because a) they were left alone, b) were among the unidentifiable, or c) were turned by Lex.

You could indeed take any of those angles. My personal favourite view is that Clark is still sort-of good, and distracted Lex (and by distracted, you can guess what I mean), but it's left open, because if they had killed *all* of Clark's friends and family, it would be easy to work out who he was. As it is, with Martha and Jonathan left alive, he's probably been filed as a missing person, but that could be overlooked or not easy to connect.


Calli - Jul 25, 2003 6:50:50 am PDT #5414 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!

I really like:

Clark dozed for a little while on the sofa; Lex ate the cleaning girl who came every morning, careful to hide the body (he didn't think Clark wanted to see the direct evidence of his lover's new diet) and then settled down to make a plan, a list of things to do, people to kill.

He'd only reached item 23 ("the board of directors, slowly") when Clark woke up, and suddenly he had something else to do.

Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 25, 2003 6:54:13 am PDT #5415 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

Ooooh, my comment in another thread got turned into a nifty Clark line by Am-Chau! Thanks!

My pleasure. I did remember to ask permission, didn't I? I know I meant to, but I'm memfaulting on actually asking...

Especially, "the board of directors, slowly".

It was a lot of fun to write. A lot. Though I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method. Huh. Time to fanwank that or change it...


Calli - Jul 25, 2003 6:57:22 am PDT #5416 of 10001
I must obey the inscrutable exhortations of my soul—Calvin and Hobbs

I did remember to ask permission, didn't I?

Yes, you did. But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.

I realise now that the word "slowly" doesn't actually fit with the description of Alexander's killing method

Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.


Am-Chau Yarkona - Jul 25, 2003 7:00:07 am PDT #5417 of 10001
I bop to Wittgenstein. -- Nutty

But I didn't know how it was going to be used (I gave a blanket "go for it"), and it was fun finding out.

Heh. Good.

Well, by specifying "slowly" next to the board of directors it could be suggested that this was anomolous for him.

Nice explanation. Maybe I won't bother editing it, then.


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 7:01:58 pm PDT #5418 of 10001
brillig

he's apallingly self-centred and has the moral centre of your average cat

t she makes that sound like a bad thing, I mused, gazing upon the two cats within view.


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 7:02:38 pm PDT #5419 of 10001
brillig

Oh, and revealing my biases ...

Vamp!Lex never looks up Dear Old Vamp Dad?


Connie Neil - Jul 25, 2003 9:01:46 pm PDT #5420 of 10001
brillig

I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.


victor infante - Jul 25, 2003 9:03:02 pm PDT #5421 of 10001
To understand what happened at the diner, we shall use Mr. Papaya! This is upsetting because he's the friendliest of fruits.

I was going to put the new V!Giles bit up, but I got distracted by Plei's new Gunn site--Hah! Gunn sight! I kill me. Maybe tomorrow.

Heh. One of those nights. I'm finishing up part three of "When You are Tired of London." May well have it tonight.


Lee - Jul 25, 2003 9:10:34 pm PDT #5422 of 10001
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

taunters.