It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single Sherlock in possession of a good mystery, must be in want of a John.

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I’m not overly creative. I don’t have any useful contacts. I don’t even have an obscene amount of money stashed away to buy a run down house in Surrey. On the whole, I’m rather useless when it comes to help with the preservation of Undershaw. But I do have an opinion on why the former home of Arthur Conan Doyle should be preserved. This is it:

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Thought I'd post this just to show that I really am working on the fic, it's just that Real Life has a tendency to happen.

Once again - this is for Getjrjt, hope you like it!! (And I'm going to need your real name or cross posting will be a nightmare...)

An older man whose body his Slayer apparently had had ample time to ogle? Probably one of the ( Read more... )

Okay, so this fic is for the very evil Getjrjt who upped a plot bunny I just couldn't get out of my head. (I really hope you like it since it's all your fault. And thank you.)

The idea:

For B/G: Buffy loves Giles, but refuses to tell her friends (they all assume it's Angel anyway)  who it is - just character descriptions: kind, gentle, etc.  A ( Read more... )

Spike eyed the Slayer suspiciously. It couldn’t be bloody normal to smile that much, could it? So maybe he ought to do something about it? He shrugged dismissively. Nah. Too much work. Besides, a happy Slayer was a non Spike-dusting Slayer. And that was as good as it got. But some investigations were definitely called for.
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‘Do you really think so?’ Willow’s voice was hesitant, almost frightened.

‘Of course I do. They love you, Willow. Both of them love you very much. I’m sure they’ll be happy for you. I know I am.’ Giles warm voice was confident, and the young witch was noticeably comforted.

‘I’m happy for me too! But we must talk to Buffy.’ She gave ( Read more... )

Sunnydale wasn’t really the place for romantic strolls after dark, but the restaurant was close, the evening was warm, and the quartet was heavily armed. Besides, most vamps were inclined to stay well out of the Slayer’s personal life. There tended to be less dust flying about that way.
With a firm grip on Buffy’s hand Riley deliberately slowed ( Read more... )

‘Hello, Rupert. We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow night. Or are you here to seduce the lunch crowd as well?’ The waitress tilted her head and gave Giles a big smile.

‘Still strictly on evening duty, Clare. I’m simply here for the food.’ The flirtatious smile was lost on the oblivious Watcher. Clare heaved a small, disappointed sigh ( Read more... )

She woke up panting, stills of her dream running through her mind. Green eyes, dark with desire, her straddling him, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his tongue lapping against... DAMN!! She had been so close. She switched her bedside lamp on and blushed prettily as she met Willow’s sleepy eyes blinking at her in the sudden light.

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Buffy raised her eyebrows at the relatively modern TV equipment.

'Wow, G-man's gone techno guy' was Xander's impressed input.

Giles turned a stern look at him at the dreaded nickname, but relaxed and shrugged awkwardly at the implied compliment. Willow smiled proudly.

'Oh, you should see his new CD player. And the CDs. He's even got more CDs than Oz!'

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