Thanks Kat, erika! Appreciate it.

erika, do you think Vengeance!Willow came about too suddenly? I was kind of worrying about the whole concept, but .... it had to be done.

I don't know. Maybe a few sentences about the transformation would help.The transition seemed a little fast. But other than that, I was very involved with Anya's other lives and how she did some of the same things, physically, like put things in her skirts. Also, that Anya and Giles got married in the Tabula Rasa-verse.

It took ten uniforms to shackle Angelus and bring him in. Eight would be coming back; four with severe lacerations. The two dead men had five children between them, but the Medical Examiner had an answer for all of those ruptured jugular veins.Nobody knew whather to be glad they weren't living in an elevated birth-defect cluster or scared of the things that go bump in the night.

Pembleton hated to admit it, but he felt some responsibility for the officers'deaths. Of course, in the end, it wasn't Frank's fault that the mayor couldn't envision a situation where SWAT and Animal Control might have to work together, but Frank did put the full force of his reputation behind arguing against a tranquilized Angelus.

"I want to make the bastard pay. Don't want him to miss a minute of what he's got coming, Gee."
And the lieutenant had trusted him and reluctantly agreed. And Frank had been so arrogant. How many times had he warned Tim about that hero crap? And now innocent people were having to pay for his mistake, two with their lives, so he could have his moment in the Box. He had no choice but to make sure it was worth it.

oh, my.

Angelus and Frank in the box.

Oh my.

Maybe it's just that I've never seen H:LotS, but I'm rooting for Angelus.

SWAT and Animal Control. Snerk.

Angelus and Frank in the box.

I'll be in my bunk.

'dre! Move over! I want some FranknTim!

Tim didn't think he could stand any more mourning. To say nothing of its public face, the funeral with the bagpipes and the confused widow with the "What do I do now?" look on her face. It went against his grain to think this way.Timmy Bayliss was nothing if not a sensitive guy. A good listener, everybody said so. He wasn't sure he could listen anymore.

After he went to give blood for the injured(a person like Tim doesn't give up the nice-guy habits of a lifetime very easily) he pleaded weakness and went home for a few hours. He knew he was milking it, and maybe leaving Frank with a mess, but for once, he didn't care."He owes me for two hundred late starts already," he thought.

Later on, he had to admit that Frank had been right,that he allowed someone else to use his blood so he could live. It wasn't the same thing, but the image had caused the first blood-related freakout of his life, or at least his adult life. He could picture the young blonde lab tech sticking long fangs into the soft flesh of his neck and had to do some deep breathing before he could go inside again.
"The bastard must be psychic." Tim said, out loud, in the empty apartment. "That's the only explanation." His newly acquired habit of talking to himself is already beginning to disturb him; how long before he answers himself? He thinks, not for the first time, that he should get a dog or something.-more-

Heh. I always saw Tim as a cat guy; I actually had this conversation when the show was running and we agreed that Tim wouldn't handle the co-dependence thing with a dog well. Also, like me, Tim doesn't do well with being handed unearned love - he wants to believe he's earned it. Unquestioning love I think is way more Frank. Oh yes. Dog guy.

erika, do you realise, I don't think you've put a word wrong on any of these characters? It's blowing my mind.

Erika, I'm not chiming in much, but that's not because I don't think you've nailed a bunch of difficult voices. You totally have, and I'm chomping at the bit for each next installment.