Me too.

Thanks and thanks! I'm glad you guys liked it.

“But there is something I must tell you.” he says, and it’s true that he looks like he’ll die if he doesn’t spill his guts right that minute. He looks like Timmy, which kind of makes me feel sisterish, not slutty. Damn it. “Knock yourself out. Not that I could possibly have any more fun than I already am.” I don’t mean to bust his chops but a lengthy conversation was not my plan for this evening. Where are all the guys who are out for one thing that my dad warned me about? If you find one, send him my way for a couple hours, huh?

“Well, it’s a sort of a confession, really. But I don’t want our...friendship under a cloud.”

Oh, man, this is not going to be Rocky Point all over again. Not. Not. If it is, fuck responsibility, I’m going home. My heart can’t take much more.Back to the nice simple drivebys, and dead people that stay where you put them. And no more frigging incantations, just simple math:

2 yos +1 rock+1 weapon=dead yo. Like Stan says, live stupid, die young. Wonder what Mr. Private School would say about that. “What? Cordy pissed you off the final time and you killed her and shoved her in the closet? She could drive you to it, huh?”

“No. What kind of person do you think I am?”

“We’re all the type, Wes. If the walls close in tight enough, right?” I sighed, and, God help me, made the “Get on with it” handwave.

“I knew about your Munchkin, way back in Hong Kong Gardens...I recognized Darla.”

”Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because you would go home.”

“Wesley, I’m not up for a feeling thing. Except for maybe ‘That was great. Thanks’, huh?”

erika, I almost don't *want* tosee the real Homicide because I don't think I could love the real Kay as much as the way you write her.

And thanks for the reassurances, y'all. I agree the sex is kind of stuck in there ... it seemed like it wasn't a 'fic without some smut, but you're right that it's not organic as the story stands; will have to either expand it or cut it out. I just wanted to be sure I didn't butcher Connor.

know Charmed better than I'd like other people to know I do

So you noticed that I managed to make the spells almost as stupid as the real ones?

Aw, that's so great!She's a great character, though...it's in there till they made up some bullshit to write her off with so she had to fight with everyone and disappear. Besides, they ditched her for, like "The Babes of Homicide" "We solve murders. And we're very pretty." (Picturing Tom Fontana going to visit Warren... hey, it's one explanation) Of course, being charitable, I could say that I'm not writing for Frankentim, who can be very distracting. And by distracting, I mean...

And here is my Cordy ficathon entry. AU after "Tomorrow" -- Cordy turns down the "higher being" gig and ends up going to a certain formerly one-handed, morally dubious ex-lawyer for help findng Angel. The request was for Lindsey/Cordelia, but I couldn't find a way to ship them.

Driveby, for Open on Sunday. Drabble theme this week is "accidental confessions."

Thought Police

How to handle it, how to handle it...

Not your business.

"Oh, like hell," she muttered. It wasn't as if she'd gone digging for the information; if they wanted to keep it quiet that badly, maybe they shouldn't have gone there in the first place.

Eavesdropper.

"I wasn't eavesdropping," she told the inner voice. "They thought it, not me. Did I ask to be able to hear their thoughts?"

Don't even go there.

"Damn it." Buffy took a long breath, and marched off to ask Giles if he'd really had sex with her mother on top of a police cruiser.

BWAH!

Deb - that is great!

Great drabble, Deb.