But somehow the line "When I think of two pretty tormented men, I go to my room and torment myself." doesn't have the same ring, does it?

Actually....

SA, in case you didn't see it, I read a comment from the Sunday100 moderator that your drabble was the only one whose crossover she couldn't identify -- if you want to post a comment to that post to clear it up.

Crap. I forgot to put the crossover there, too. Thanks for telling me.

Because I have a compulsive streak, and because today has not been especially good, a short snippet.
"Do you believe this Giles guy? Says he's a Watcher. Sounds like you in the mayor's security detail, Tim."
His partner struggled to read his notes despite the motion of the car and the glare on the windshield. "I don't know. I believe him. He's not the type to do something so brutal."
"How many times do I have to tell you? We're all the type. Jack the Ripper was British. You've tempted me to violence on a number of occasions."
"What stopped you?"
"First, it's a bitch to train a new partner And, second, because I have superior socialization and a well-developed moral center."
"Gee, I thought you liked me."
"Don't let it go to your head, Bayliss. I'll go to the demon bar. You go see Buffy Summers.
" "Why do you get all the easy jobs, Frank?"
"I don't know. Miss Chase liked you I think you have a way with teenage girls. She thinks you're "totally brilliant." Are you totally brilliant?"
"Will you stop it with that? She's a stupid, lovestruck kid."
" So she'd have to be stupid to think you're smart? Is that what you're telling me?"
"Yes! No! I just meant she thinks that for reasons that have nothing to do with me. Can we get a new topic, please?"
"I don't know. I think you're protesting too much. You'd have beautiful brown-eyed maladjusted children." Pembleton teased. "Of course, you'd have to fight over who got to be higher-maintenence...I'd say it's a toss-up."
"Yeah, Frank. Cause I am totally brilliant. And I'm gonna see what a Chosen One looks like."

"You'd have beautiful brown-eyed maladjusted children."

I am weeping with delight over this. Standing in the corner next to erika with H:LOTS pompoms.

Maybe "Death is my gift."

PossiblyAnnoying!Cereal: Part 4 or 5: Willy's Place was a dark, dank, hole, but, it seemed to Frank, not all the different from more human-centered dives in which he'd conducted other investigations. Same shady proprietor with one toe on the right side of the law, same scary regulars making deals and illicit suggestions. The fangs, claws, and in some cases, indeterminate gender, were just a distraction.
"Have you seen Angelus?"
"No, is he back? Angel's too good to come in here, with his soul and everything. I got a soul too. You don't hear me bitching about it."
"It must weigh heavily on you." Frank said, dryly.
Willy paused to consider this observation, and there was an awful clatter at the back door.
"Willy, you stupid pillock! Open this door!" an angry accented voice shouted. Someone else was kicking the door, hard.
"I gotta handle this. He's a regular."
The person, if indeed he was a person, didn't look like anything so much as a recuperating Billy Idol. Beyond pale, he had spiky peroxided hair, a petulant expression, and a wheelchair. Frank decided he didn't like him.
"It's good to know," the newcomer was saying, " That despite this being a really awful place, the access sucks. Warms the cockles of my unbeating heart."
Willy tried to be concilliating. "You didn't have to come in, Spike. I would have had Gronk bring a pint to your car for you. O neg, just like you like." He waved to a demon that looked like Chewbacca without the charm.
The vampire looked wounded. "Gronk would never participate in such bollocks.Gronk helped me get in, cause we're mates. You'd never ask anybody else to wait in the bloody car, would you?" He scanned the room and caught Pembleton's eye, "even him?"
Frank watched with distaste as Spike stirred his glass of blood and took a big swig. "I think you'll find people like me have been kept out of much nicer places.
"All right, mate. It's not a bloody contest, got it?"
"You're a vampire, aren't you? Do you know Angelus?
"Malcolm X here is a genius.Yeah, I know him. Not as well as I used to, mind you."
"He's wanted in connection with the Calendar slaying."
"What's in it for me if I say anything?"
"He's looking at hard time if he's convicted. You too, if you're hiding anything.
"If he went to prison, he'd be far away, wouldn't he?"
Strange question, but hardly the strangest."Probably, Camarillo or somewhere like that."Actually, Frank had no idea where Corrections would house the Evil Undead, but this was hardly the first time he'd made up something to win over a witness.

Jesus, Erika.

I've got to start watching H:LotS. And you've got to start your ass published, woman.

"No, is he back? Angel's too good to come in here, with his soul and everything. I got a soul too. You don't hear me bitching about it."

BWAH!

Thanks, Fay. I keep getting "let down easily."t a lot of places. Don't know what's keeping me from "the home stretch" or whatever. Basically, it means I get more pleasant rejections.

The person, if indeed he was a person, didn't look like anything so much as a recuperating Billy Idol. Beyond pale, he had spiky peroxided hair, a petulant expression, and a wheelchair. Frank decided he didn't like him.

erika is trying to slay me. Period. No other explanation for how damned wonderful this is.

Me with the H:LOTS and the erika love, oh yes.

No, I think that is courtship behavior. And practice at finishing what I start. And peer pressure. And if I convert Fay, I get...hmm, the keys to an unmarked car? Fits.