One more on the theme. Since I'm an old B/A woman, the title of this one says it all.

Compensation

Rings, set into the wall. She stares at them, remembering.

Memories: Faith, running her hand over a bright edge, jeering. Angel-not-Angelus, playing along, pretending. Buffy herself, manacled, not manacled.

Faith's voice, husky with cigarette smoke and self-loathing, comes back in perfect clarity. "...when your boyfriend is cutting into you..."

Buffy turns, and looks at Spike, and nods. He lifts an eyebrow - you sure about this, love? - and she responds by stepping clear of dress, shoes, panties. She kicks the pile away, back against stone, arms raised.

The manacles snap shut around her wrists. This time, the latches engage.

Ma - Deb broke me again. t /whine

Y'all have been indulgent of my playing around in 'verses you don't care about, so here goes...thursday100 had a Connie Willis title challenge.(I don't know Willis, but this was a funny title, so...)

Again with the Munchfic.
To Say Nothing Of The Dog

Munch marvels at the many ways law enforcement makes him feel like a putz. Not just personally, but professionally, as well.Right now, he, his twenty-five years experience, and not one, but two years of college, are lying on his stomach in dust and schmutz capturing a witness. And not even a gun battle, something with some dignity, no, not for him. He dreads the squad when this gets out. Fin will be ruthless. Even Liv might cheer up for five minutes, this is so hilarious. Making her smile’s not all bad, but...Christ, where’d it go?

“Here, Champ. Nice doggie,”

Could some nice person Nilly my Calendar Homicide story? Because in a moment of vanity I got the idea to post it at 11cents(a Homicide list) and I didn't keep all the sections...I expect there is something more important I'm avoiding by hunting for it though, which is why I'm with the begging. And because nobody in the world is less patient than I.

erika, was it all in bitchyfic, or was it in livejournal as well? And the approximate starting date would be good...

Sometime last August...grr. Can't believe I did that... No, Tim and Faith inaugurated my lj. And by inaugurate, I mean....

Hotay, bebe. No sweat. I'll see about tracking down the pieces later on - hopefully, I'll have them all.

Nowadays I treat my writing with much more respect. Thank you...

And because I'm in the mood to talk like Denis Leary, Rescue Me fic:

Part of the reason Tommy freaks so hard when he sees Colleen’s tat is how much she reminds him of her mother. Janet was the first girl to ever really take him on, in more than just fucking that is. And she stood up to her dad to see him, even though her dad thought he was a douchebag. A loser. Just about every bad thing that floats through Tommy’s brain on those nights when he has “a slip” and pickles it. A slip, Jesus. A couple of the nights recently he’s had fucking negligees, man. Whole lingerie drawers. It’s the ghosts, man. If they would go away, he’d be one healthy motherfucker. Unless Janet moves to Kansas. Teaches his kids to be fucking farmers and makes it so they don’t even curse.And he’ll come out one Christmas, cause Janet’s decent like that, and they’ll judge him up against Kansas dads who run hardware stores and come home at five, and never see anybody dead. And he’ll lose... Sonofabitch. He really hates that Murphy kid.

Keep going with that Erikaj. There's a lot of potential there.