I loved the crossover drabbles, Plei & Deb. HLotS, man. Such love.

Makes me think I should do one.

So I lied about not doing a drabble.

Title: Aftermath.
Fandom: Buffy/Six Feet Under

"So what am I doing today?" Federico circled the autopsy table. "He's young. And pale. Cancer?"

"No," David said. "He was a student at the UC branch in Sunnydale. The medical examiner's report says a wild dog got him in the throat. It's just one wound, so it shouldn't take you too long."

Federico tilted the head to get a better look at the gash. "You said a dog killed him? This looks more like a suction bite." He glanced up. "Isn't Sunnydale that town where all the weird stuff happens?"

David sighed. "Oh please, you can't believe those stories."

A/N: I have no idea why I wrote the actor's name instead of the character's. Maybe it's that David and Michael are kind of the same name in my head, like Lisa and Amy? (By which I don't mean the names are similar in sound, etc., only that they carry similar personal resonances/baggage.) Anyhow, I feel stoopid.

Oh, *yay.*

I. LOVE. that.

Lyra, that made me soooooo happy....

FTR, I've not seen "Pirates" either.

OK, the first part of Sunnydale: LOTS. The Same time as "Passion" and early "Homicide".

Calendar. A new name on the big board. Today, it meant that the students of Sunnydale High would have to learn about computers somewhere else. She was young, and very pretty, and she would never go to another Spring Fling again.
Bayliss shivered involuntarily, though it was always too warm here. Cold-hearted deeds should happen in colder places, he always thought.
“Are you going to be ok, Bayliss? Cause I could pick up some smelling salts on the way up there, if you want.” his partner asked sardonically.
“No, I’m fine. It’s just...it’s such a waste. It bothers me. How do you stand it?”
“I just put one foot in front of the other. And concentrate on being the best garbageman I can.”
“Oh, right, waste. Clever, Frank. Who are we seeing again?”
“Victim’s honey, Rupert Giles.Found the body. At least that’s what he admits to.I have my doubts. That scene looks like a love scene gone wrong to me....the rose petals and everything.”
“The window was open, though.”
“Who would get in, Zorro?”
“I don’t know, I’ve read that this town is a center of supernatural activity...this Giles guy is kind of an expert.”Tim was wearing that puppy-dog face Frank dreaded, big brown eyes shining with good intentions, hair flopping forward in his face. Probably every woman in his life has tried to keep his bangs out of his face, Frank thought.
“Aw, Tim, they got you going on that Hellmouth crap, too. You sound like Munch. ‘All those girls are missing because of paranormal activity. It’s a government conspiracy of silence.” Bull. All the demons in this town have human forms, Timmy, I stake my reputation on it.”
Bayliss looked up dramatically.
“What?”
“Just checking for lightning bolts.”
“Don’t start.”
“I just don’t understand it, Frank. How can a religious man like yourself deny the existence of things because you’ve never seen them?”
“Ok, so because I’m religious, I should think monsters are real. Dracula, and Wolfman, and Casper the Friendly Ghost.”
“No, just be more open to the possibility.”
“Open to the possibility of Casper? You can’t be serious. I think I liked you better when you were obsessed with your cases.”
“Don’t close your mind until you talk to Giles.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you to talk me through these things, Tim.”

Hey, erika? May I politely request that you put some line breaks in there? It's a little hard on the eyes.

OK, sorry, SA. I knew I forgot something.

erika, I think I just died over here. Frank's line about being the best garbageman....

Died in a good way, or a "Please God, stop the pain!" way?

Wonderful, erika. You captured their voices very nicely.