After returning from the jungle, the scratch from the dinosaur has festered enough to make Faith very sick. She goes to find the one person she knows she can trust, and Wes, Gunn, and Doyle work together to get her to the clinic. [rated PG-13]

Though Luna Lovegood had been decidedly melancholy for quite a while, she looked very far from it as she stood in the rec room. Balanced on one bare foot, she was running her fingers over the spines of the books on the bookshelf, swaying and humming. She'd turned sanddollars, as she was told they were called, into a pair of earrings, and painted ( Read more... )

Xander had heard about the possessed juke box but so far, but whenever he'd gone in the rec room it had been silent. Which sucked because here was an actually cool, un-harmful possessed thing...and it didn't seem to want to work for him. Just his luck. But then what else was new? Still...what was the use of being a trouble magnet if it didn't work ( Read more... )

When Spike wakes up, there's a weight on his chest and a tongue on his nose.

His first thought is I don't remember drinking last night, followed by Where the hell did I get the alcohol, anyway?

Then he opens his eyes.

"Oh," he says. "It's you."

Ein gives a little yip, and remains perched on Spike's chest until he unceremoniously sits up and the ( Read more... )

It had been a great day until Anya decided she should try the bookshelf again. A great weekend in fact, even if she wasn't sure exactly how it had come about that she'd found herself kissing Glenn, but it had been nice. More then nice. She smiled as she thought of it, her smile fading as she looked at what the bookshelf was offering her.

People ( Read more... )

Edward had woken up and found herself much taller, and Ein much, much younger - a puppy, even. The dog was far more concerned about this strange turn of events than she was ( Read more... )

( Spoilers from the end of Justice For All )

It was late. Likely too late to be sitting on a fencepost in the dark, staring in at the sheep. They one that wasn't asleep was resting it's head against her leg as she idly scratched it. The moon was out already, even though the sky wasn't completely dark yet ( Read more... )

Perhaps, in a larger, cosmic way, it wasn't right for the loss to hurt so much. That was one thought Luna Lovegood had, and after a while, it didn't hurt anymore. She still remembered the secrets of the tiny creatures in the grass that had no names, that had told her how to stop the bleeding in the heart ( Read more... )

That first night, Doyle had thought his last half bottle of whiskey - the good stuff, the expensive stuff - would have lasted him at least a few days. Maybe two, if he went slow. Slow was a relative term, though, and only got him half drunk. Half drunk still meant mostly hurting, and the whole point of the thing was not to.

Nice guys don't always ( Read more... )