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Title: Thirteen Moons
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 474 - Cheerful
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 1955

( They'd driven to the magic shop. Of course driving was faster, but that wasn't the real reason they'd taken the car. The things Angel had said he do if they left him behind, well, Willow hadn't even known you could do that with a leg, even if it was detached. )

Title: Demonic Runes

Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 470 - Termites
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 1477

( "Do termites eat paper?" )

Title: Turok-Han
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 467 - Snowflake(s)
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 1255
Note: After I posted the last chapter, I was asked how the Turok-Han could be out in daylight. Ooops. Going back and fixing.
Note: Quark. I loved this for the short time it was on.
Note: Sue Ellen's yell
Note: The Dukes of Hazzard

( First an ancient punk rocker appeared out of nowhere and placed one of those 'this is a sign of evil' flowers on the altar, and then Dawn cut herself and let the blood drip into the mouth of that selfsame flower. This could only lead to badness. Combining blood and any kind of mouth was a bad idea at the mouth of Hell. )

Title: The Sunnydale Crater
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 466 - Anthomancy
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 1654
Note: After two hours on the phone with Dad for Father's Day, I didn't read through this again. I hope it's okay.

( Big Rico had refused to join them at the Sunnydale crater. “I have a business to run.” Mona, who'd never been afraid of anything as far as Millay could tell, had begged off as well citing some kind of an attack. William was still missing and yet they couldn't be bothered. )

Title: Extra-Curricular
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 464 - Coltish
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count:1057

( For all that Andrew's office was lined with walls of books, it didn't even come close to all the Watchery tomes held by the LA branch, which Andrew called the League of Extraordinary Watchers. At first Buffy had tried to squelch the name because it was far too long to say each time. Andrew and Xander had gotten it down to the League as a nickname although Buffy was still holding out for LA branch even though pretty much everyone else was fine with calling it the League. But back to the books. They took up an entire building. Buffy couldn't quite work out how anyone found the ancient tome or scroll or whatnot they were looking up. Granted modern books were hooked into the Dewey Decimal System but none of the tomes piled high on table or cart had call numbers. Not that she had to worry about finding the books. Andrew had a team of Slayers working on the research although it was sort of a mystery how a girl with seven piercings – and that was only her face – could stare at a book so long without going bonkers. Still it made a nice change from Giles expecting her to stare at dry and dusties, tomes that is, without pulling her own hair out except Andrew's approach sort of left her with nothing to do while everyone else was getting all extra-curricular. )

Title: Big Rico's Pizzeria
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 462 - Magnum Opus
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: AO3 says it's 1377; fanfic.net lists it ast 1381; Open Office (which I know is wrong) as 1432
Note: The end is in sight. I've been plotting out my future scenes. Two to three more months unless I start adding scenes.

( “Let me get this straight.” Buffy had taken the centermost of the three leather chairs in Andrew's office. After listening to Angel whine all the way from Rome, she wasn't about to be stuck on the couch with him except that wasn't a problem. Even after the shades had been drawn down, Angel wouldn't enter the office. Fine, if he wanted to brood by the door, he could just do that. “Not only is Spike missing, but Willow has been grabbed by somebody, Xander just got out of jail, and Andrew has vanished.” )

Title: Kokopelli
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 459 - Kokopelli
Rating: PG
Summary: Another chapter for Shanshu
Word Count: 984

( She didn't go find Wes but she did move off by about fifty feet, far enough away that she couldn't hear Angel grumble, but she stupidly looked back long enough to see that he'd gone into a major brood-fest which was, of course, why she hadn't shut him up sooner. As she raised her eyes to the giant screen hanging one level up and showing an ad for The Sound of Music, Buffy thought about how Spike would have handled the sitch. Spike wouldn't have cared. Instead of bitching all the way from Rome to LAX, he'd have been busy making lewd suggestions about joining the mile high club or playing the innocent with the stewardesses while his hand stroked up Buffy's thigh. She could almost feel Spike's eyes on her. The way he used to look at her, it went beyond adoration. It was like he was gazing at the Holy Grail or something, which was sort of creepy given the whole religiousness of that image. )

Title: Two For the Price of One
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 444 - Money Lies
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 13 of Shanshu
Word Count: 1052

( About a half-dozen of Buffy's Slayers had vanished into the catacombs that lined the crypt. It wasn't until Babs burst back out, shouting for Wes, that Buffy realized nobody had told them to be not telley around Angel. )

Title: Rescue
Fandom: BtVS
Prompt: 442 - Sidekick
Rating: PG
Summary: Part 11 of Shanshu
Word Count: 1882
Note: After taking a gander at Sparrow2000's process, I decided to write my dialogue first and add details and descriptions later. As I was writing the dialogue, I realized I needed to start this scene earlier and so the dialogue I first wrote doesn't start until Xander calls.

( Angel had been taken and, even though it'd been less than a day, it seemed to Buffy as if the sun had vanished with him. The shadows had deepened as if the light wasn't strong enough to hold the dark back. The trees that had been full of buds – just yesterday, hadn't it been – now raised stark branches to a dreary sky, branches that held tightly to their few desiccated leaves as if those tiny bits of unlife could survive the ravages of winter. )

Title: Plummeting from the Nest
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: Wes doesn’t feel ready to be a Watcher.
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday – fire – but this week's prompt is flexible. To get to fire I started with the Tarot card of the Hermit, who holds a lantern which is illuminated by a flame.
Word Count: 100

Wesley had meant to be a scholar, a Hermit whose light would illuminate the work of others. Father had other ideas. He'd arranged for Wesley to become a Watcher.

Wesley had studied day and night, learned everything there was to learn about Sunnydale, and had even taken the advanced training that had pitted him against vampires. None of it had helped. He was terrified. Men who had trained their whole lives had failed at this task. He would have turned back if he could, but Father...

Surely the Council wouldn't have assigned him to the task if he wasn't prepared.

Title: By Their Fruits Shall Ye Know Them
Fandom: BtVS
Summary: After Faith killed Alan Finch, Buffy and Giles are discussing it in his office. What Wesley, outside in the library, is thinking.
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but they will be... once I've taken over the world! Bwah-ha-ha
Note: Written for a prompt at Open on Sunday: enemy
Word Count: 100

The circulation desk stood of to his left, stark and solid. But beyond it the office where the Slayer, no, where his Slayer, was speaking with Mr. Giles, that office seemed immeasurably distant, even though Wesley could hear each word quite distinctly.

Mr. Giles was speaking treason. Duty required that he report Faith. He knew that. He had just said... He had just said he was planning on keeping it from the Council.

Well, Wesley Wyndham-Price knew his duty to the Council even if Mr. Giles no longer did. By their fruits shall ye know them. Wesley recognized his enemy.

Title: Uneventful Prophecy
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Wesley
Rating: G
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: He'd rather not See apocalypses, than you very much!

He spoke quietly and calmly even though he knew the words would irritate the scribe. “Two days into the new month, a few weeks after her eldest daughter’s twenty-ninth birthday, Mary Wilson will drop her teacup. It will shatter on the floor.”

There was a thump and the sound of a slash, a pen slammed into paper and then pulled to the side. It must have marred the text quite dreadfully. “Mr. McCray.”

He opened his eyes, viewing with distaste the small room, the two uncomfortable chairs, the small table, and the scribe who’d been assigned to document his words. The lad still wore a full suit, jacket and tie firmly in place, even after a week of working together. He himself, an unwilling recruit, had never shown up in anything more formal than jeans and a sweater. “Please Wesley, I’ve asked you to call me Zeke.”

“Does this prophecy have any relevance?” Wesley broke off, mentally counting to ten. Zeke wished the lad wouldn’t think quite so loudly. “Is the smashing of a teacup a portent of some impending doom perhaps?”

“What do you want me to say?” Zeke snapped. “Would it do you any good to know that your Slayer is going to take one look at you and run out the door?”

Wesley’s lips tightened. He stood abruptly. “Now you’re mocking me. You think I don’t know that this,” he waved his arm to indicate the room, “is scraping the bottom of the barrel?”

“You’ve been dumped down here, left to rot. They’ll never entrust you with a Slayer,” Zeke said, echoing Wesley’s thoughts. Wesley stormed out of the room without looking back. Good for him, Zeke thought; it would get him noticed, set him on the path to that that not so bright future he couldn’t wait to grasp. “And if I could get you to believe that your Slayer would steal the body of another Slayer, you’d stop it, and the world would go to hell,” he whispered toward the closed door.

After staring at the door for a few minutes, Zeke closed his eyes again, turning his thoughts back to Mary Wilson. The loss of the teacup really was quite devastating; it had been in her family for five generations. The Council could find others to document their apocalypses. The Wilson family was restful. He would follow their little dramas.

Title: Tar Baby
Series: Lotus in Muddy Water
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Wesley
Rating: PG
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: None
Summary: Faith starts seeing a vamp who isn't there.
Notes: Thanks for ideas on what Wesley might wear to a picnic go out to obiwahn, quoshara, and Kivrin. Sadly he never made it to the picnic; I tried writing him there at least twice, but it just wasn't working.

( Tar Baby Part 1 )

Title: The Hunt 1/2
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Lindsey, Wesley, Giles, Ethan, Spike
Rating: R
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Warnings/Squicks: gang bang non-con, a touch of incest, man hunting man, death of a major character (I think I got them all!)
Summary: evil!Giles has a ritual to make his nephew, Wesley, into a man
Note: Written for a prompt at Darker Vault: sacrifice (Got it in just in the nick of time, beating the deadline by less than fifteen minutes!)
Note: Sequel to Ash Carpenter's story Property, and you'd think I'd be able to read her stories without having to write at least two sequels, going off in different and mutually exclusive directions, to each one!
Note: I can't believe I wrote the very clichéd man-hunting-man trope.

( The Hunt 1/2 )

Title: Scorned
Series: Lotus in Muddy Water
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Wesley
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: As she pinned the comb in her hair, whiteness snaked out from the comb, bleaching her hair. She screamed, arching forward as she fell into the sea. Twisting under the waves, she writhed under the water, as if scrabbling for escape. Her hand reached upward but was unable to break through the surface. With a final grimace, she relaxed into the sea's cold embrace. As her feet touched down to the bottom, white locks drifted in the current. The moon drifted across the horizon and was close to setting before she moved again. Her eyes opened and looked up from below the sea.
Notes: Many thanks to my most awesome betas: deird1, for making sure Wesley and Aidan didn't do anything totally unBritish and shakensilence who asked a simple question which made me think through story elements I hadn't gotten to yet. Sadly diebirchen has been having computer problems so no grammar check on this one; hopefully her computer will be better soon. *crosses fingers*
Notes: Petra Hyde Burnand was Faith's previous Watcher, the one killed by Kakistos.

( Scorned, Part 8 )

Title: Scorned
Series: Lotus in Muddy Water
Fandom: BtVS
Characters/Pairing: Faith, Wesley
Rating: PG-13
Concrit: Please, in comments
Disclaimer: They aren't mine, not yet, but the will be once I've taken over the world. Bwah-ha-ha.
Summary: As she pinned the comb in her hair, whiteness snaked out from the comb, bleaching her hair. She screamed, arching forward as she fell into the sea. Twisting under the waves, she writhed under the water, as if scrabbling for escape. Her hand reached upward but was unable to break through the surface. With a final grimace, she relaxed into the sea's cold embrace. As her feet touched down to the bottom, white locks drifted in the current. The moon drifted across the horizon and was close to setting before she moved again. Her eyes opened and looked up from below the sea.
Notes: Many thanks to my most awesome betas: deird1, for making sure Wesley and Aidan didn't do anything totally unBritish; and diebirchen who catches my grammar errors.
Notes: Petra Hyde Burnand was Faith's previous Watcher, the one killed by Kakistos.
Notes: The song Faith sings after almost being drawn into the ocean is “Siren Dresses” by the Spin Doctors. The punctuation and capitalization of “Sirens” is how I found it in the online lyrics.
Notes: Wesley is quoting Euripedes' Helen when he says “Winged maiden, daughter of the earth”
Notes: I should have mentioned this in Part 5 as well, but the training techniques Taylor is using for Wes and Faith come from a most excellent webcomic called Pillar of Faith. Used with permission. He updates once in a blue moon, but the comic is more amazing than I can describe.

( Scorned, Part6 )

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