Just a quick note and some thank you dribbles.

[janedavitt]

It was pointed out to me (thanks Mary!) that anyone bookmarking my site gets a nice, handy (not) bookmark called 'index'. Well, that won't do. So two people (thanks Knights Errant and Don) told me how to fix it. And, like Tiashome, they got dribbles.

Way less fattening than cookies ;-) All PG.

If anyone wants to read them (they're very off the cuff) they're here.

A Spike sprawling in the chair snippet for tiashome

Angel snuck into Wesley's office and glanced around nervously before opening one of the large, blank books. Clearing his throat he whispered, "Umm, I'd like to see 'Body Language: What are you saying, even when you're not speaking?' by Dr Floyd Winters."

The pages filled with text and he began to flick them, scanning the words as quickly as possible. Finally he slammed it shut and stood up, looking stunned.

"He wants to ... but we haven't done that since St Petersburg!"

For Mary, set in the BCDverse but a littl different than normal.

Xander looked from Giles to Spike and smirked. "They've had a row," he said to Anya as she dusted a display. "Haven't spoken a word all afternoon. Giles won't even look at him."

Anya spared a glance. Giles was reading in the loft, his face stern, Spike sitting at the table, moodily shredding a piece of paper.

The clock chimed and Spike stood up. "About bloody time," he muttered.

Three strides took him to the foot of the ladder leading up to the loft and he climbed up quickly. Xander was open mouthed, Anya disapssionate as they watched Spike go to Giles, take the book from his hand, toss it -carefully - aside and say,"Time's up, Giles. Two hours, you said."

Giles looked up at him, smiled slowly and nodded. "Yes, I did. I trust you've learned a lesson here, Spike -"

"Oh, yeah, whatever. Giles, can't we -" His voice was full of appeal.

Giles sighed and stood up. "Anya," he called, "I'm going home early. Can you close up the shop?"

Xander watched them leave and turned to Anya. "But! They were! What was all that?"

Anya smiled and patted his cheek. "They're playing," she said indulgently. "Like when you pretend you're a gladiator and I'm a -"

"Anya!"

She sighed and moved a little closer. "I had the lion costume dry cleaned," she confided.

"That's - really?"

She nodded.

Xander glanced around. "Seems pretty quiet," he said. "Why don't we close early?"

Anya hit him with her duster. "Xander," she scolded, "that's just plain sick!"



Don and Knight's Errant, this is based on the potion they used to cure Buffy in 'Earshot' and the conversation Giles and Wesley have about another victim, down in Ecuador.

The room had thick walls and a door, barred and locked on the inside. Food was passed through a hole and the people who delivered it moved quickly, knowing that the moans they heard would turn to screams if they lingered. Some wanted to kill the man, for the devils that lived inside him, that spewed forth lies, hateful, insane, painfully accurate lies...some thought him blessed. The villagers took turns in caring for him, this man who had once been one of them.

Then one day a parcel arrived for the priest, with instructions terse and clear in a language they understood, postmarked from a town in California, stamped 'Fragile'. That day the priest himself took the food to the man...but all he passed through was a vial filled with a strange, blue liquid.

"Drink it, my son," he beeseeched, as he hurried away. "It will end your torment."

The next day the door swung open and Simon came out, making his way into the street, grasping people by the shoulders, tears streaming down his face as he listened...to nothing but silence.