Can't resist.

This week's Sunday 100 is crossovers, no Buffy/Angel allowed.

Here's mine. In The Box (Homicide:Life On The Street - BtVS)

"She's smart, isn't she?"

Tim met Frank's eye. He'd posed the question; Frank would respond. They were clicking, in sync, unstoppable, God's Detective and Zen Man. The pretty blonde suspect didn't stand a chance.

"Depends how you define 'smart'." Frank, all kinetic energy and righteous anger, slammed his open palms against the table. "If she was smart, she'd tell us about what happened in the alley last night."

"Oh, please." The blonde yawned. "Show me the body. You've got dust. And I'm out of here."

Watching through the one-way glass, Lieutenant Giardello shook his head. The girl had a point

This week's Sunday 100 is crossovers, no Buffy/Angel allowed.

Ack. That's another one I won't be able to write, then (don't participate in other fandoms seriously enough). Which makes two out of the last three.

Yours seems pretty good tho, Deb.

Deb, I love this. I was just thinking of doing a longer one surrounding the Jenny Calendar murder, but I thought I should put the pipe away. But now I think I want to do it.

Thanks, Lyra. I just adored the idea of watching Braugher and Secor do their FranknTim thing at Buffy - and get nowhere. "Look, girly, we have nine witnesses saw you shove a piece of wood into a guy behind The Waterfront Diner last night!" "Show. Me. The. Body."

I was just thinking of doing a longer one surrounding the Jenny Calendar murder, but I thought I should put the pipe away. But now I think I want to do it.

erika, with H:LOTS???? Yesyesyesyesyes!

Quick! More pipe for you!

Yep, with say, Munch and Kay, instead of the "deeply stupid" Sunnydale PD. Oh, if only my own characters could hold my attention like that, grr argh. Because, everyone in fandom says how dumb it is that a victim's honey would be let go so easily. And Kay had a ghost visit her once. I could totally see Frank and Tim trying to give Buffy the Out, you know, some people need killing, you were just trying to protect yourself, blah blah.

I know! This was the hardest drabble I've done to date, because my soul just flatout yearns to write an entire season of H:LOTS.

I have the fantasy crossover in my head, where it turns out Luther Mahoney is actually a vampire. But I'm never going to write it, because Luther Mahoney was better written and better portrayed than any other TV villain in history, and I don't mess with perfection.

Except I couldn't write Bayliss, really. Cause in a lot of ways I AM Bayliss. Always with the mindfucking,(I don't mean "thinking about sex'. I mean the other kind that makes my loved ones say "For God's Sake, LET IT GO!" and the Big Questions, and "What does it all mean?" And if the weather sucks, I apologize. Life is my Adena Watson case.

This one's for ita.

Final Destination Rated G, BtVS/PoTC

Blinding white gave way to blinding blue, celestial harmonies to the crash of waves and the distant bustling of crowds.

"Drink?" The sound came from his left, a voice that lilted and swaggered and laughed with one word.

Spike turned his head and blinked at the sight that met his eyes: dusky skin, long tangles of hair, and more eyeliner than he'd seen since Angel got the bloody soul back framing eyes as dark and crazed as Dru's.

"Hang on, is this heaven or hell?"

Gold teeth flashed in a grin with the answer, "Tortuga. A little o' both, savvy?"

Aww, yeah now.

Sookie sookie.