Whoo-hoo! The Fourth Thing is not for lovers of the Enormous Hall Monitor, I'm afraid. I don't dislike him as much as a lot of people I know disliked him, but I do have a set idea of where his presence in town should have been cut off.

(laughing some at Deb getting mysterious phone call from someone in "waste management." "That asshole's caused his last hammertoe. It's done. Click."

"Yo! Carmela!"

I think Adrianna would kill me. She lives in Jimmy Choos. Maybe have to take out Manolo Blahnik instead, for all those seasons of clunky ugly shoes with Oliver Twist workhouse heels, if for nothing else.

OK. Party. Leaving in twenty minutes or so, still in jeans.

"Why is our living room covered in shoes?"
"I thought you might want first pick...they're the last ones."
"What did you do?"
"That particular gentleman is not up to the challenge of creating footwear...that's it."
"Adriana's never going to speak to us again. I hope you're satisfied. And I won't be able to hold my head up in Montclair, either."

COMM! You're it.

Off to get dressed. Damn. I'm late.

Glad you liked it.

Connie, response to yours in LJ. erika, congrats on your first archiving, and thanks to the archiver.

BWAH! on the Choo riff.

Beverly, when you said you don't like croosovers, what don't you like? I need to know so I can protect myself. I would guess sometimes things don't fit together the way the writer thinks they do. Or they do it to get pretty people naked together.(nervous whistling here.)

Beverly -- when you get a chance, I asked you questions in response to the feedback you left in my LJ on the fic (a few days ago).

t /needy

I wrote this one day in the Buffy thread, I cleaned it up and thought I should post it here.

Synopsis: If the ceremony hadn't been interrupted in Bargaining, they may have thought about digging Buffy up, like this:

Uninterrupted

This scene could have taken place in Bargaining.

"If the spell worked, why isn't she here?" asked Xander, confused.

"I don't know! It finished! It should have worked!" replied Willow. She was baffled.

"Oh dear god." Xander said, blanching as a thought crossed his mind. "you don't think she's...down there? Alive?"

Willow felt faint. "I - I - oh god! Oh god! The shovels! Are they..."

Anya was out of the clearing, running to Xander's car. "In Xander's trunk! I'll get them!"

"Hurry!" cried Tara, as she joined Willow and Xander tearing away the loose sod that covered the grave.

They imagined they heard a pounding deep inside the earth. Or was it imagination? Xander stood up and found a dead branch on a nearby tree. It yielded quickly to his powerful grip. Even as his mind was on Buffy he felt thankful for the strength given to him working construction during the past year.

Seeing that they had started digging by hand, Xander told Tara and Willow to stand back. He plunged the large jagged end of the four inch branch into the soft earth near the headstone and began dragging back the dirt.

Again and again he dug, taking chunks of earth out of the ground, flinging it every which way, making some progress. By the time Anya returned with the two shovels, The adrenaline was coursing through his body and sweat was dripping out of his shirt sleeves.

Whipping off his shirt, Xander wiped off his brow and chest, and grabbed one of the shovels. Anya stared for a second at Xander's intensity and started in at the foot of the grave.

Tara consoled Willow, who was starting to fall apart. "My fault," she cried, "it's all my fault. I should have known."

"Shhh," comforted Tara, "We all should have thought of it. You missed it. I missed it. We all did."

In the distance, the sound of motorcycles grew closer.

Xander kept digging.