The old Slayer sense was tingling and Faith decided it was time to take a little walk in the dark. See what went bump in the night. Might be her, might be something else. Might be worth her while.

She left her hut and headed for the Compound and stopped in her tracks. Some sick mother fucker had crucified people. Who did that? They were already ( Read more... )

Faith had been fucking hiding. Yeah, it was a pussy move, but Finch's body had spooked her and she'd spent time bouncing from hut to caves, basement to jungle. She'd stayed last night in her hut and thought about how Buffy had it so much easier. She didn't have the past or the whole jacked up redemption thing going on. She had friends and family... ( Read more... )

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]

Fuckin' Vimes. Fuckin' jail. It was a lot less of a pain in the ass when she chose to be there, rather than having to be there. Of course, that's what she got for decking a cop. Oh well ( Read more... )

Callahan normally did not spend much time in the rec room, doing most of his reading at the church and generally finding the place rather crowded. However, today as he walked past the room with a cup of tea, something stopped him - something he heard. A snatch of dialogue, a familiar phrase ( Read more... )

The day had begun normally enough. Vimes had woken up, he had gotten coffee (that damned coffee that the guy in the suit always made was about as far from Watchman’s coffee as you could get - which meant it was well, very drinkable), had come into the IPD office and made a mess of whatever files Cam had spent the night sorting. There were the usual ( Read more... )

Faith wasn't really much for arts and crafts, but she'd found some sewing supplies and 'borrowed' a needle and thread. She'd seen the women do this a thousand times in murder rehab and the time and boredom had finally gotten to her. Well, that and the fact that she needed something new. She didn't do well with paradise ( Read more... )

Logan had been nothing short of a total prick for the last twenty-four hours or so, and that was a fact. He wasn't sure what was bruised more, his pride or his ego, but either way Logan was hurting. It made him more than a little irritable, and he slammed around the pots, bowls and pans as he went about cooking in the kitchen. If you wanted to call ( Read more... )

It was really amazing how you'd let yourself go when no one could see you. Not that Claude had ever been one to care much what he looked like anyway, but add that to the invisible thing and you go to the state he was in when Peter found him - grizzly beard and hot dog gut (well, hot dog and pretzels - it's just so much easier to steal from street ( Read more... )

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