Ooh, an African mask from an unknown shop. Cool. I'm ready for more now.

Erika, very nice. I don't think you need to add actual sex. I like the foggy with the bra over the lamp.

Connie, I want more of Giles and Ethan in China. I've been having a craving. Please?

OK, this is probably pretty weak, and I'm not abandoning Kay for it...but, that said. Bayliss/ Faith AU. Faith is hitchiking her way into Sunnydale for the first time.

Afterward, Tim liked to say that he sensed her rather than saw her, this teenaged girl in a temptress' body. She had her thumb out and looked used to the ways of the road in a way that pulled at Tim's heart. Frank had warned him about trying to be all things to all people, but there was something about this one. He pulled over.

"Are you going to Sunnydale?" she asked.
" You know, you're asking for trouble being out here like that. Not everyone is as nice as I am." He felt like a liar even as the words left his mouth.

It felt ridiculous to admit but the first stirrings of lust began when she lit a cigarrette and blew a puff of smoke in his face. He hadn't had a cigarette in fifteen days and five hours. Again.

"Asking for trouble? Dude, I am trouble. What are you? A social worker?" She looked at him intently. "No, I'd bet a million dollars you are a cop."

"What gave me away?" He wondered at his compulsion to stand here talking like some teenager.

"Piece of shit car. No clipboard. And(here she stuck her finger in the opening of the window and touched his nose.) it's written all over your face."

DUDE.

Must. Have. More. Faith/Bayliss.

erika, you're a panderer. You keep writing this stuff, and this high quality? I'll - I'll send you cookies, that's what.

Wow, I was totally faking it. And it's as close to PWP as I'm ever gonna get. But, knowing me, I probably won't let it lie.

erika, count me as one of the people who's never seen H:LotS, and yet I am *loving* what you're writing!

"So, you gonna give me a ride or what?" These old guys were so cute. Show them a little leg and they all wanted to adopt you. And this one was blushing like Wally Cleaver at the prom. Was he for real? She licked her lips. They all dug that.

"Of course. Where to? But you really need to stop doing that. Next time it could be a killer, a rapist, anything."

"I'd like to see him try it."

"No, you wouldn't. Trust me."

"Trust *me*. I can deal. When my rotten stepfather tried to get friendly with me, I broke his arm in four places."

"You've been through a lot already, then. How old are you?"
"Old enough to know better. How old are you?"

"Old enough to eat oat bran and quit smoking. Not old enough to like it."

Oh, Teppy, thanks. I'll probably finish this one today, it's kind of slight.

Right on!

And I can't believe you haven't seen "Homicide" ever. But that means that I'm doing a good job, I guess.

The Sunnydale Motor Lodge was in the top ten of the most depressing places Tim had ever seen. And Tim knew about depressing places. It was probably a hooker stop and a drug den too. He'd probably have to come back to pull some poor OD out over the weekend. The thought of seeing Faith again made him almost anticipate it. Made him want to root for heroin, of all the disgusting things. He wanted to die. But not before he figured out why the tip of his nose still burned where she touched it. " Faith, you don't have to stay here. We could work something out."

"Yeah, I do. Got a hot date."

He could picture him now, a scrawny foulmouthed rapper wannabe with a ring in his nose and no job. And no idea of the special person he'd be lying next to.Bayliss hated that boy very much, right now.

"Hey, Officer Friendly, don't get your panties in a wad. It's a date with my destiny, doofus."