Bayliss looked puzzled. "Ok, so maybe that was a little too much of an intra-Scooby thing...but if it'll make you feel better I was completely freaked when you backtalked me...made me wonder what kind of loose cannon I was dealing with...whether I needed backup, even."

"You're not just saying that." Tim asked.

erika, did you change speaker here? It isn't clear.

Fun, though, aside from that.

Bev, insert a double-line space after "puzzled." erika's software has a thing about the double-space, methinks.

Ah. Okay, that makes sense. Thanks.

Oh, right, we are talking about Tim Bayliss, the Human Conscience...Superego Man. "Is this right? Am I taking advantage? Will she still like me tomorrow? Is it me or is it the candy? I should probably be working. I haven't thought about Adena in three days. Does that make me a bad person? If it does can I live with myself? Can she?" I think if I write that scene my period key is gonna be on a red ball to cope with all the stammering and awkward pauses. ETA: The fact that I can just go into that probably explains my lack of non-virtual proposals.Sixteen pages and counting. Guess y'all are good for my...stamina.

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The second half of Ethan and Giles in the Far East.

There's a "Lost in Translation" ficlet in my journal, here. It's based on a random LJ challenge to write a story based on your default icon -- I'm not posting it here because I don't want to spoil the movie for anyone.

I'm back to monopolize the thread again. Mea culpa.And I really had planned to keep T&W platonic, but they wanted "Sarah Mclachlen love" so... As they are sitting together, she putting together some mixture that smells improbably of lavender and not the sulfur he envisioned, Tim is faced with a decision. A decision that would have been a dream come true if he were really seventeen. Whether to "make a move" on a pretty, smart, receptive, redhead. But instead he is forty going on seventeen and doesn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Be careful what you wish for, Timmy," he says, out loud. Such a dork.
"What?"
"Smells nice," he says. "Not at all what I would picture a ritual smelling like...not that I've smelled one, except Mass...boy, would Frank hate that I said that...it's true, though. But I thought witchcraft would smell more unpleasant.
" Thank you. You're the first person that ever made that connection...it's kind of a passion of mine defunkifying spells." He loved the way she said passion.-more-

DEFUNKIFYING!

lovelovelovelovelove NEW WORD!

(bounce)

It brought a light to her face that made him think of all of her other passions...which was completely inappropriate. Tim, he thought, you're a dirty old man. He needed to focus on the case so the enchantment would be over and he could stop following his heart wherever it led him and start being an adult again. Oh, come on, Bayliss, he argued with himself, you know that's just you, no matter what. Softhearted and susceptible. You just want the candy to blame.
"What kind of spell is this?" Tim asked. "A locator/lucky charm. So we can find who sent the chocolate and catch a break along the way," Willow said
"Does it work? Cause we could use it at work, if it does."
"Not always...I'm just learning. But I could make up some amulets for you to take, if you'd like."
"That would be lovely," he said. And thought "Lovely? That was girly, even for you. And you don't have a lot of Macho Points to spare. This girl...and she is a girl...still in fucking high school, in fact, is messing with your thinking. You've read Roth and Updike. You know this can only end badly. She gets carded and sent home, Tim. But I'm sixteen for.."
"How long do the effects last?"
"About eight hours after last ingestion. Why?"
OK, I've got a few hours and half a bar that she doesn't know about, he thought. You don't get to be a detective(or a Bayliss) without being good at hiding stuff.
"Oh, you know, just anxious to get back to real life," It's the biggest lie he's ever told outside of the Box, and he finds himself looking for lightning bolts.
"Oh, yeah," she says, "I guess you are. Rough childhood, huh?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"Being a detective doesn't mean you're the only one who knows anything. Could you hand me those newt eyes? In the Ziplock?"
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Could you hand me those newt eyes? In the Ziplock?"

(giggle)