'Why We Fight'
Where the Buffistas let their fanfic creative juices flow. May contain erotica.
Wait, so Giles gets to decide that none of the other three can have the lives they chose? Isn't that sort of unfair?
If *he* feels the life he picked was essential, couldn't he ask to change something really, really small and/or outside the realm of watcherdom? (Say, having been kinder to his grandmother, or something like that?) Why deny such a huge chance for the rest of them?
Which is not a criticism of you, Connie -- you wrote it very well. I just disagree with the choice Giles made.
I so don't need a new fic series in my life. So really, really don't. Stop encouraging me.
I kept expecting Giles to quietly say "Jenny Calendar."
Or maybe, in a wistful way, "Joyce."
What choice would you have him do over in regards to either, Daniel?
I guess those were two loose ends for Giles. Jenny whom he fell in love with and Joyce, whom he shared a time with , but that there was that spark occasionally.
I half expected him to at least think about romancing Jenny. But it's not a criticism that you "left something out" it's that my mind invoked the imagry of Jenny and then Joyce, and Giles listening to his album when she died.
It invoked. :)
And I'm giddy thrilled it did. I just added a line with Buffy asking if Joyce could not die, but her death was not bound up in anybody's choice, so it can't be undone.
I don't care if people read this and go, "No, that isn't what they'd do, they'd choose thus and so." Because--and it sounds pedantic as all hell--if something something I wrote makes people reflect and consider, I'm even happier than if they're impatient to find out what happens next.
Oh, who am I kidding? Nothing makes me happier than the howls of outrage at a cliffhanger.
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Defender of the Faith. If anything's wrong, give a yell, and I'll either fix it or throw myself at shrift's feet and get her to fix it.
I'm so frickin' proud. It's kind of lame, but there it is. I feel like Rites of Passage Gal. Damn allergies.
Ha! And just think, you started out as a foofy thankyou for deathbombs.
Soon, soon, there will be Frank Pembleton eating of the Band Candy, and turning into - oh, man, I think my head just exploded.
I can't wait.