I always wondered if there was some genuine past-tense going on with those two...

Yeah...there's a chemistry, imo. (She had some of her best scenes with him...and any time you wonder who your friend dates, there's at least a little crushing.) But I don't need more fic to write and I'm not even sure there's an active archive anymore.ETA: Just thought of something. I have one thing in common with Buffy. Death is my gift.

Oh, Deb, you gave me goosebumps.

Erika, I'll catch up in your LJ soon, promise.

It's not going anywhere, and they're not related to Vamp!Munchkin. Except timespan, cause I'm obsessed with that shooting thing.

Erika, dear, the drabbles are magnificent. Not many people could humanise Russert in just that way, as your wife duly noted. By the way, do we have canon on where Gee's mum is from? Assuming he got his name from his father, his mother might have been from the African side of the Mediterranean, or possibly from just down the street, depending on where and when his parents met.

Also, your LJ photo is beautiful. It's a great smile. (Sorry I haven't been in lately; life is being, well, life. We're alive, but there hasn't been a lot of time for hanging out online.)

Aw...thanks. She doesn't give a person much to work with does she?But on the other hand, there's something kind of Zen about that, like painting a finished canvas white.((Karl)) cause you caught me on a very flirtatious week. I'd still like to see Kay give her the Sheppard treatment...that's not very nice is it? Actually, Karl, it's canon(and I hear Howard's voice in my head saying "Here we go, playing the grand piano again,)"
She would not be over-patient with fandom. The Xander lied kerfuffle would look like KAY: So, what? This Xander lied, five years ago? Everybody lies. At least he had a good reason,huh?
MUNCH: I wonder more when they tell the truth.And I did the horizontal bop with three vampires. Four counting Felicia.
KAY: C'mon. Aren't you being dramatic? They didn't suck your blood...never tell me.
MUNCH: Blood, life force, will to live...who's counting?
KAY: Christ, Munchkin, it's television...with a *stupid* name.
Mama Giardello was a hometown Balmer girl from the Robert Taylor Homes. I've felt a little exposed putting that photo up. Glad you liked it.

She listens, narrowing her eyes at me from time to time, and doing that sexy pen-nibbling thing.”Huh.” she says, finally.

I had previously admired her ability to keep a calm exterior because, as you know by now, it’s an ability I do not possess. Now, I found it maddening as hell.” That’s it? Huh? I blow the lid off one of the biggest scandals of the new century and that’s what you say?”

“Without corroboration, I’m going with ‘Huh’. Remember, you saw a conspiracy in the return of red M&Ms. And, you’re not human.And you’re on their payroll. Maybe trying to protect your vamp girlfriend. And I know more than I want about that lady lawyer’s legs.Maybe you just wanna teach her a lesson, huh? You take rejection hard, Munchkin.”

“Could you not use “rejection” and “hard” in the same sentence? And I still think that candy thing is awfully convenient. Think about it, Kay. They wait almost a whole generation to bring them back. Why? Short memories, maybe?”

She gives me her “You’re unbelievable,” face. “That’s not a conspiracy...that’s what do you call it...marketing.”

I persist, though I don’t know why, maybe to wipe the cop look off her face. “Look at television and tell me there’s a difference.”

She shrugs. “OK, I’ll give you that much.But I still need evidence. Real evidence. And hopefully not a Ring.”

“God, Kay, not you too.”

“Hey, I was laid up. Had a lot of time to k...on my hands.”

”You know, that’s like a paean to militarism right? Fascism with furry toes.”

“ Hearing stuff like that almost makes me wish I’d let you suck my blood. It’d be less painful.”

“We could take care of that.”

“Jesus, Munch. I said almost. I should have gotten the car with the sunroof.”

”You know, that’s like a paean to militarism right? Fascism with furry toes.”

Munch! My BRUTHAH!

Deb, your wife is a fic-writing goddess. Biggest smile I've had all week.

Erika, I'd start watching television again if you wrote the dialogue. The world lost a great TV writer when you weren't born twins.

Thank you so much for this; it's an oasis of goodness in the middle of the current madness.

Deb, you know he wouldn't enjoy that. Cause, nsm, with the steamy(unless you like slash, which he would notice but most emphatically not enjoy.) And because it was popular enough that every third person has seen it, thereby proving to him that it is suspect, just by virtue of that. And there is beaucoup swordfighting therein....(Insert phallic reference here) Definitely something the Munchkin would walk out on...especially considering he couldn't use it to score with. Karl, from your keyboard to God's ears. Or something.(I...um, usually don't get considered the smile in anybody's week, hence the comfort with Munchness and "We don't have any good news to give anyone. Ever.")So, I'm all verklempt now. Sniff.