She nodded. "Let me trust you to keep her safe. Despite whatever your brain is currently telling you is a good idea, please be my Watcher again for just a few more minutes, instead of something I'm supposed to kill."

Okay, you're breaking me here. Keep it comin'.

I MUST see Manchild. Now. (In other words, I'm loving it, Victor.)

Fun, Victor! I can't wait to see what happens next.

Connie, I love that Giles of yours. All your characters are wonderful.

connie, don't you dare! I know he's the evil undead, but--but--

Loving this.

Also loving London, Victor. Lots of lovely ASH in here right now.

“So tell me, lover boy,” she said. “Who the fuck are you, and what have you done with Giles?”

Oh, sweet black pushup bras, it's my GIRL!!! Victor rawks. It must be said again. And again.

Connie, I finally saw the episode the other night with the RV and the knights and all and I have a whole new appreciation of your fic. I loved it before, but it's making more sense now... (I missed all of season 5 due to a case of 3rd world residence)

"Do you want me to name you?" "Thats sweet, but i think i can name myself. I'll call me.....Joan." "Phhft" "Did you just Phhft my name?" "No, its just that Joan is so blah." "I like it. I feel like a Joan." "Thats ure pergotive" "Its perogative" "Whatever Joan." "Whatever Umad." "Boy ure a pain in my __" "You sure are boss_" "Do you think were ___" "Sisters!"

(Hug)

Um, "d", hi. This is the fic thread. You might want to post your quotes in either or both of the "Quotables" (Buffy and Angel) threads.

Thanks, everyone for your lovely comments. And{Karl} cause the feeling's mutual. Hi, I'm Erika and I'm a Phoenix-a-holic.

And because Deb is such an enabler, more Kay/ Whistler.
Even though Munch had cheered Kay up some, she still scanned the bar like she was in a perp walk. Her sister Carrie always said she had the wrong attitude, but that's why her family nickname was Little Carrie Sunshine. She was too nice.

She wished she'd paid more attention to the guy's name, but sometimes when Munch was talking the sanest thing was to tune out. She was sure she had him spotted now, the short guy with the hat.She thought longingly of the Toblerone and new Stephanie Plum novel she bought earlier that day. Munch always had weird friends, she thought, not excepting herself. He said it kept him from being "co-opted by the Establishment" or something. Kay could tell him outsider status was nothing to write home about.

-more-

She made her way over to the bar, fighting the urge to limp.
"Excuse me," she said. "Are you John Munch's friend?"

"I'm whoever you want me to be, pretty lady." Whistler replied.

To his surprise, she laughed. "I'm sorry, but does that ever work? Of course, I shouldn't talk. A few more drinks and you might convince me. I'm Kay."

"Whistler. I hope I didn't keep you waiting." He had no idea who she was meeting, but figured he might as well play the part. She was like a painting. Part thin blue line, part Botticelli.

Are you going to have Brodie in this too?