connie, deb, victor, please come here. I want to marry you.

A week away, and I've just caught up.

V!Giles is wonderful (I'm loving Xander, and Spike, and... all of it-- even Dreg); London is great (better to read about than be in, at this time of year), and with patience and a quick Google for background on Manchild, I'm following (kudos to the writing; I often have a hard time following crossovers unless I'm writing them myself or have a very good grip on both canons); deb, you drabble like... like ice cubes of honey, sweet and half-sharp and cold and confined into a beautiful shape.

Erika, I'm sorry, but I haven't been following your stories (lack of knowledge of the crossovers put me off to start with, and then lack of time for catching up. I will read them properly one day, I promise. And I still want to marry you, too).

You're all wonderfully talented. I love this thread.

"like ice cubes of honey'...what a nice phrase.

More, all, more!!!

Deb, I just don't understand how you do a 100 word drabble and convey the essence like that. Very nice. Very.

It's ok, Am, babe. I imagine they'd be hard to follow for you, with the cross-culturality and not seeing the show. Daniel is totally right in one respect. Timmy would not accept such a compliment because he's "not worthy"(Lots of us think otherwise, but not him, right. And it's BaylIss. Bayless used to be a grocery store round these parts when I was a sprog. It's hard enough not to type that anyway.)

Because I'm not feeling esp. hot(except temp-wise) today, the end of Kay's story.

Kay surveyed her best black dress. It looked like she'd been sleeping in it, but it was her only choice, so she put it back on. She couldn't face the Pumps of Doom again, so she gave them a dirty look and put on some white sandals that some other "guest" of Whistler's had left. It occurred to her to wonder how often he did that, but she realized she wasn't exactly Miss Moral High Ground at the moment.

She hoped to get in the squad without seeing anyone, but Munch was prowling around as usual." Interesting ensemble, Detective Howard. You smell different, too. I detect the magic of pheromones. And detection is what I make the big bucks for, after all."

"John, for God's sake. 'The magic of pheromones' What are you, fifteen? I'm trying out a new perfume."

But he was undeterred." Hey, give me a break. I'm living vicariously. And perversely disappointed we didn't do the 'hunting down like a dog ' thing. And even Felicia, God rest her soul, gave me credit for being seventeen."-more-

"Munch," Kay said, with mock patience, "Felicia isn't dead. You saw her at the mall last Thursday. You may not remember, but the rest of us do. Trust me. Oh, Kay, where did I go wrong? She tore out my heart and ate it and still wanted 'Hot Dog on A Stick'.' Ringing any bells now, hmm?"

"You have your secrets, and I have mine."

"Don't let Pembleton hear you talk like that. He'll put you in the Box to boost his clearance rate." Kay said.

"You're cute when you're petty and competitive."

"Thanks for introducing me to Whistler, John. What's that last name thing about, with you guys?"

"I don't know any Whistler. My friend's Kevin Donnelly, he's got an art show over at that new place...the Summers gallery. He told me he had food poisoning. But I guess you did all the work."

"Why don't you give your sense of humor a rest sometime, John? You'd live longer."

BWAH!

OK, gorgeous dialogue between them. How in hell do you manage to do Munch and Kay and Tim and Frank and get all their voices down like that?????

"I am 100% serious. Serious as a heart attack. Serious as...a prostate exam."

"I am the biggest drunken slut ever."

"No, honey, that can't be true. You haven't dated me yet. I kind of consider that a prerequisite, historically."
" This is true."

Munch looked stricken. "You didn't have to agree so fast. But seriously, Kay, this is California in the 90s, you never know who you're schtupping Hell, this is Sunnydale, you never know *what*. You know? Was it any good?"
"You'll never know. I take it to the grave."
"Good. You'll get another date one day and I'll find out. Or you could really hunt me down like a dog." _END_

suhNERK.

I'm so loving these. I'm beginning to think H:LOTS - just moving the entire squad from Baltimore to Sunnydale - is the perfect crossover.

Thanks. I am honored. And possibly certifiable. But mostly honored.And Daniel, what Deb said about your previous addition...I was left scratching my head, but not offended. I did finally clue in, though.

More Bayliss/Faith He thought he put her out of his mind for a week.It was Wrong, and bad and stupid. But, yet, every day, there she was. He looked forward to every dark-haired stranger on the street. He only put half his mind on The Job, which was so unusual Pembleton noticed.

"Hey, Bayliss, you look like your dog died. More than usual, I mean. And you haven't touched the Watson file in a week. You okay?"

"Yeah...it's complicated."

"Well, simplify it, Cause it's bad enough having a partner without having one with petit mal. We just don't have time for it. Period."
"Your compassion is breathtaking." (Like her eyes.)

"Save it for your mama, Tim." Tim's "mama" would think the girl was trash. Straight out of a trailer park or worse. Definitely not respectable or helpmately, not likely to impress the Rotarians. So young, so damaged. Not Martha Stewart. But Martha Stewart would never break a pedophile's arm in four places.