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."

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

damn. damndamn. damndamndAYUM!

"I've had those," Tim said, hoping he didn't sound as old as he felt. "They usually end badly."

"You know what your problem is? You take everything too hard. Fuck 'em if they can't take a joke, right? You'd be such a muffin if you'd smile more. And you're starting to get worry wrinkles."

"Excuse me," Bayliss said. "I'm not up on the hip words nowadays. What's a muffin?"

"Short for studmuffin. Absolutely. Edible. But I can't be sure till we run a test. Tonight? After your shift?"