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Your band name is:	Appleseed Memories
You sound like:	Alkaline Trio
You will be signed to:	Saddle Creek Records
Your emo lyrics are:	"I cry for every tear you make me produce"
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What I'm Watching
Sundays-nothing
Mondays-Fear Factor (by default), Everybody Love's Raymond, and 2 1/2
Men (only because I love Jon Cryer)
Tuesdays-Frasier and alternating between Good Morning Miami (going
downhill) and Less than Perfect. (Which is perfectly charming)
Wednesdays-Angel, Enterprise and Jake 2.0
Thursdays-NBC all the way baby
Friday-George Lopez and Grounded for Life and Monk

I have also been randomly watching Charmed and Angel in syndication
as well as cable shows such as urban legends, American Chopper, robot
Wars and Martin Sargent's Unscrewed (on Tech TV).

What are you watching? Join my group and talk about it.

Fox News Threatened to Sue The Simpsons
Over a Parody Segment

October 23, 2003
During an interview broadcast today on NPR's Fresh Air, Simpsons creator Matt Groening revealed that the Fox News Network had threatened to sue The Simpsons over a parody of the right-leaning news channel. The highly sensitive news organization, which is headed by Roger Ailes, made headlines this summer with an ill-starred lawsuit against humorist Al Franken's book, Lies and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them. The Fox suit was thrown out in court and only succeeded in making Franken's book a bestseller. According to Groening, the Simpsons team refused to cut out the segment, which Groening told Fresh Air he "really liked," figuring that Rupert Murdoch wouldn't allow the Fox News cable network to sue the Fox Broadcast Network, which carries The Simpsons. The Fox News Network did back down on its threat, although it has told The Simpsons creators that in the future, cartoon series will not be allowed to include a "news crawl" along the bottom of the screen, which might "confuse the viewers."

He is He said
Fans of Theron "The Black Diamond" Denson and all West Virginians, prepare
yourselves. This week’s issue of the weekly National Examiner
supermarket
tabloid features a full-page, multiple-photograph story on the Neil
Diamond
homage singer.

Apparently, the Examiner couldn’t resist an African-American West
Virginian
who belts out a darn good facsimile of the sound of Neil Diamond
singing "Sweet Caroline," "I Am I Said" and other signature tunes. It’s
a
skill that led to a career for the big-voiced, self-styled "Black
Diamond,"
who performed no fewer than 12 shows last month.

In a phone interview, Denson says he doesn’t quite know what to expect
from
the piece, which includes a doctored photo of Neil
Diamond
singing to him. An Examiner editor assured Denson: "It wasn’t something
you’ll be disappointed in."

"I asked them to please make sure they let people know how wonderful
West
Virginia is," he said.

Check out his page with music and video downloads-It really is amazing-I've seen him live and it is an astonishing experience! Plus he quotes me :)

We had mucho rain and I went up to Canaan Valley for a conference and it freakin' snowed. Alot. I hate snow. Once I get my photos developed and scanned from Halloween I will post one. I was as cute as can be. Fall does indeed make me sad. I hate the falling leaves the cold weather, the harbringers of winter. Summer is much more my gig. This time of year a good Journey song can bring tears to my eyes. And not only am I not kidding but I am getting kind of misty thinking about "Don't Stop Believing"

McStupid
Among the 10,000 additions to the latest version of Merriam-Webster's Collegiate Dictionary is "McJobs," -- defined as "low-paying and dead-end work." McDonald's, the world's largest fast-food chain, is not McHappy with the addition, and may just have to McSue. Because of course, a dictionary defining a word as it used by regular people is trademark infringement. This is why I totally hate corporate America.

I love Halloween. It is hands down my favorite holiday. I've been plotting my costume for a while now and I have figured it out! I was originally going to be a generic Japanes schoolgirl but have decided to become more specific and be Hino Rei or Sailor Mars of Sailor Moon anime/manga fame. I'll be so cute! I have a skirt, knee socks, my Mama's going make me a sailor top and I have a hair appointment to get bangs. It's so thrilling!

I'm not doing this cuz I think anyone is remotely interested in my plans but...I need to be concrete.
Today I must get dressed (yep, I'm still in my jammies), fix my hair, go to Kroger, buy rice wraps, milk and shrimps- I am making Vietnamese springrolls-mmmmmm. I also need chicken? turkey-I haven't decided.
Then during the week I have turned over a new leaf!
I plan to start taking apple cider vinegar and drinking metabo tea in the mornings as well as actually eating breakfast. No more lunches out, I will either bring my lunch or come home and make a healthy one. Also my bf and I will exercise.
Grand plans?
Crazy?
Overly ambitious? Who knows.
This weekend we go to Cedar Point. Top thrill dragster, here we come!!

You're goin' down! FOR DOING DRUGS!



What Would You Go to Jail For? (Many outcomes)
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Man I am in a quiz taking mood today.

Mmmmmmmmmmm Chai.

My inner child is sixteen years old!

Life's not fair! It's never been fair, but while
adults might just accept that, I know
something's gotta change. And it's gonna
change, just as soon as I become an adult and
get some power of my own.


How Old is Your Inner Child?
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Pop Is The Antichrist
07:37pm 27/09/2003
This is fucking hilarious!

Rojas is the #645 most common last name.
0.018% of last names in the US are Rojas.
Around 45000 US last names are Rojas!
source namestatistics.com

Name stats
07:12pm 27/09/2003
libby is the #1025 most common female name.
0.008% of females in the US are named libby.
Around 10200 US females are named libby!
source namestatistics.com

When the cases grow cold
07:00pm 27/09/2003
State Police unit digs into the past
Sunday May 25, 2003

By Susan Williams
STAFF WRITER


LEWISBURG — Many police officers can tell the same tale. They get a call to come to a bar. Inside, they find a man holding a gun, standing over a dead man.

The man will say, “ ‘I shot the bastard,’” an officer said. And a half-dozen others in the bar will chime in that they saw the whole thing.

But then there are the unusual cases. Bodies, long dead, with no identification, found over hillsides.

Sgt. Michael Spradlin has worked both — what he calls the clear-cut homicides and the ones that make him scratch his head.

Spradlin is one of only three cold-case investigators working for the West Virginia State Police. When the Cold Case Unit was established in 1998, each troop — a multi-county division of the state — had an officer assigned.

In his office at the Lewisburg detachment, Spradlin’s walls hold posters and pictures relating to the cases he is tracking.

The names Margie Dodd, Angela Stephens, Cathy Carroll, Dorothy Stieger, Susan Roop, Tammy Daniel and Evelyn Shrewsbury are written out on the posters around his desk. Pictures of Theresa Woods also are there. They show Woods as a pre-teen and a teenager, before she disappeared from her Oak Hill home.

At his nearby home, Spradlin has cardboard and plastic boxes full of lives held in suspension, waiting for the final puzzle piece. “Each box represents a life,” he said.

“To be a cold-case investigator,” Spradlin said, “you must be patient, persistent and have a long memory.

“You can have people come forward and say, ‘I’ve lived with this for 20 years. Now I’m living for the Lord, and I want to tell what I know.’”

Spradlin can work through those layers of history. “If you know a case, sometimes an offhand remark will fit in.”

‘It caused me terrible grief’

Maj. Rick Hall started his State Police career in the Oak Hill detachment. Like many other troopers just coming aboard, he looked through a large file that has been lodged in the Oak Hill detachment for more than 40 years.

The case is referred to as “The Mad Butcher.” In 1962, a young man looking for bottles and hubcaps to sell came across a human hand and arm on the hillside of Gauley Mountain. As the investigation unfolded, State Police collected 13 body parts flung over the hillside. A young man missing from Oak Hill, Mike Rogers, had been found.

Investigators believe the butcher notched off at least seven victims in his spree of terror, a case that was a first for its time in many ways. The killer had a distinct style. Rogers’ body was cut in ways that a surgeon or an animal butcher would sever body parts.

Modern readers are familiar with the term “serial killer.” But for quiet Fayette County and, later, the nation, as news of the case spread, it was shocking. Others who have investigated the case think there might be even more victims.

New troopers were asked to review the file in case they might see something other officers missed. Hall had a special interest in the case because his father, who also was a trooper, found the skull of one of the victims.

The butcher cases have never been solved, but they remain in Spradlin’s files.

Hall also is familiar with another case Spradlin is working on: the Theresa Woods case. “That was the hardest case I ever worked on,” said Hall, who now works at State Police headquarters in South Charleston. “It caused me terrible grief, and I lost a lot of sleep over it.”

Hall was pleased when a cold-case unit was put together.

“Most of them [cold-case investigators] are working murder cases,” Hall said. “But there are also some sexual assaults. A trooper in McDowell County was able to successfully close a case where some children were sexually assaulted by a school principal.”

They also are investigating a large embezzlement case.

Spradlin was successful in a Greenbrier County case that ended with the conviction of a mother who was accused of killing one of her children in 1982 and attempting to poison another.

“These cases cry out to be solved,” Hall said.

But the ranks of troopers are depleted. And they’re even smaller since the U.S.-led military invasion of Iraq. Thirty troopers were called up to fight in the war. Hall hopes that, when the troopers return from military duty and when troopers graduate in July, the numbers increase.

In addition to Spradlin in Greenbrier County, Sgt. D.B. Swiger and Senior Trooper Dean Olack are assigned to the cold-case unit. But because of the manpower shortage, Olack temporarily has been stationed in Martinsburg.

‘You wait and you wait’

Spradlin sees one part of his job as giving comfort to families who are waiting and wondering.

Marshall Abshire considers Spradlin and the other troopers who worked on his brother’s case “like family.” Abshire said he waited nearly 25 years to see his brother’s case concluded.

“You wait and you wait and you wait,” Abshire said. But in 1998, police called him to say they had reopened his brother’s case.

In 1976 in Greenbrier County, Billy Ray Abshire started his vehicle to go to work, but an explosion blew him about 20 feet into the air. Four people were later arrested for their part in the murder-for-hire case. Three of them were sentenced in December 1999.

“There are not too many days that pass without me thinking of what those guys did,” Abshire said. “We are proud of Mike Spradlin and the West Virginia State Police. He [Spradlin] got it going.”

Donald Woods has not been so lucky. He knew something was wrong when his daughter did not come home from school Feb. 20, 1986. He went looking for her immediately, then turned to police. He had posters made and offered a reward.

He waited almost four months before he got the bad news: His 14-year-old girl had been found dead. At the cemetery where she is buried, Woods had the words “Little Angel” engraved near Theresa’s name.

He still waits to find out who killed her.

The case has gone on so long that even some of the officers who worked on the case have died.

“Nobody knows anything,” Woods said recently.

Another parent who has had a long wait is Dalma McMillion Barber. Her daughter, Sue Roop, disappeared in 1979.

A Raleigh County deputy thinks he has found Sue’s body, but the parts of her that were found were so badly decomposed that they require special testing.

McMillion Barber has doubts that the remains are her daughter’s.

“If it doesn’t reach my heart, I wonder if I will ever believe it,” McMillion Barber said.

The parents of Cathy Carroll, interviewed in 1988, said they hoped to live long enough to find out what happened to their daughter.

Their wish was not fulfilled. But Carroll has a daughter and a former husband who remain interested in seeing the case come to a conclusion. They keep in touch with Spradlin.

Carroll, who was noted for her beauty, worked for the city of Montgomery. She was killed in her home the evening before she was to appear in court for a divorce hearing. The killer managed to get by Carroll’s dog, which was notoriously vicious and had bitten several people. Visitors and meter readers had to call ahead if they needed to get in the yard.

People who remember Carroll’s case still comment on the chilling way her body was found, with a cord around her neck and some kind of powder poured down her throat.

An extensive

criminology background

John Zirkle is retired now but, in his last few years with the State Police, he worked in the cold-case unit. “Those were the best years,” he said.

Zirkle created a cold-case computer database for the nine counties Spradlin still covers. He said that before he established the database, there was no pool of information.

“These are minimum figures,” he said. Some parts of the state are not covered in the database.

Beginning in 1998, police identified 79 cases. Zirkle said more have been identified since he did his work. Those range from 1962 to the present. Some of the oldest cases might never be solved.

In the first 13 months after he charted those cases, Zirkle reported that the cold-case unit developed new information on 41 of them.

“If you see a mother or a father come in with tears in their eyes and ask you to find the killer, you could understand how important this work is,” Zirkle said. “There should be more money appropriated for it. There’s more work to do.”

In the nine counties covered by the statistics, Fayette has the most unsolved killings, followed by Raleigh.

Spradlin is quick to point out that he is not working alone, and that the department also is working with other police agencies.

For Troop 1, Sgt. D.B. Swiger covers the nine counties that take in the northern part of the state. He is working out of Kingwood, Preston County.

Swiger brings an extensive background in science and criminology to his job. He has been to the FBI’s national academy and the homicide-investigations class sponsored by the Southern Police Institute.

He is happy to be able to point to a murder indictment in Taylor County that recently was the fruit of his labor. But he still grapples with about 20 unsolved killings in his nine-county area.

One that still intrigues him is the 1977 rape and strangulation death of a nun in Ohio County. She died near the convent where she lived. A DNA profile of the suspect has been developed.

Swiger inherited a large case file, and the trooper who had the case before him, Kenny Sheets, wanted to make sure someone would follow up.

Swiger tracked one suspect across the country and found that he had died in Missouri. The man had had gall-bladder surgery, and the hospital still had some of his DNA. Swiger was able to clear him posthumously as a suspect in the case.

Swiger is still working on the case, though. Looking through the Bible that belonged to the nun, he came across a handwritten note. It said, “As long as I can walk, I will keep moving. As long as I can see, I will keep looking. As long as I can stand, I will keep fighting.”

“It gave me chills,” he said. And it certainly inspired him to keep going with the case.

Swiger finds the cases hard to forget, even when he is not officially on duty. “It’s hard to let go,” he said. “I think about them when I am running. I think over questions I would ask and what the counter answers might be.”

Spradlin said, “There are other officers who are just as capable of doing what I do, if they had the time. [But] You start to work on a case, and the phone rings off the hook and you have to go to a car wreck.

“When we are working cold cases, at the end of the month, it might be hard to measure what we do. There is a lot of legwork. If somebody is looking for someone to drive up to the police station to confess, you will wait a long time. You have to be proactive and track these cases down in a systematic way. I could not do what I do without the help of Colonel [Howard] Hill.

“You also need prosecutors who will work with you on these cases.

“I want to be the rock in somebody’s shoe,” Spradlin said. “I want them to be looking over their shoulder"

http://sundaygazettemail.com/news/News/2003052429/

Sent to musicians list:
So uh would it be incredibly self centered and vain if
I told some musicians that Monday is my birthday and
it would be really cool if they came to the glass and
did some songs that I really like such as oh "Sex with
the Bradys" or "Aunt Bea" or some irish/rugby drinking
songs or other ones I like that I can't think of right
now for example? Just curious.

Been reading some good fics on aff.net lately. Cry if I want to... an excellent season 6 ficlet. Also go read Victoriana, a William/Dru ficlet based on the Victorian Sex Cry Generator. Good stuff. Also my fic Keeping Secrets is on there too in all 8 beta-ed parts so far.

Does this mean I'm preggers?
Your Name: Janie Elizabeth Rojas
Your Date of Birth: 08/18/1968
Your Question or Information: Am I pregnant?

Past Mannaz - Cooperation, teamwork, collaboration, help and aid from others, beginning new projects, especially with others.

Present Ing - Fertility, successful conclusion to issue or situation, ending one cycle and beginning another.

Future Daeg - Increase and expansion, prosperity, growth, major turning points in life, turning in new directions.

Cast the runes here:
Rune Caster

Cool!

You are Neo, from "The Matrix." You
display a perfect fusion of heroism and
compassion.


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Which Buffy The Vampire Slayer quote are you?
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Quizmania!


:: how jedi are you? ::

congratulations. you are the kiss my ass happy
bunny. You don't care about anyone or anything.
You must be so proud


which happy bunny are you?
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I am on a diet officially. I have downloaded diet power which tracks food consumption, calories, carbs, fat grams, water, vitamins, weight loss, etc. Pretty cool program and free for the first two weeks.

http://www.eurekalert.org/pub_releases/2003-07/ns-cmk071603.php

Masturbation may lower a man's risk of prostate cancer, according to an Australian study.

I don't know how this happened. I hate Buffy/Giles fic. It icks me out and seems wildly inappropriate but there you go. I guess characters really do have minds of their own

which groupmember are you?

TITLE: Telling Again
SERIES: Keeping Secrets
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya, Buffy solo, Giles solo
RATING: NC-17 hoo baby!
SUMMARY: Buffy does a bad bad thing, again, and not alone.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: All adults are sexual beings and have needs, even Watchers and their former charges. If it ooks you out, you might want to skip this part.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions, even though if they were treating my people right, there would have been a lot more angst free sex on the show. A lot more.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her, and his chip does not work on her. However I will use parts of season six as I see fit and may screw around with the time line. ‘Cuz I’m evil.
FEEDBACK: Please, please, please.
THANKS: To my lovely betas who have encouraged me to release the inner smut inside me. Cock!

Telling Again

Out of breath from running, ‘that’s all,’ Buffy found herself once again standing in front of Giles’ door. Sighing, she wiped the sweat off her forehead with sticky fingers that she hurriedly wiped on her shorts. She knocked loudly and called out, “Giles, it’s me, let me in!”

After a few moments the door opened, Giles was standing there, hair mussed, shirtless; pants zipped but unbuttoned, riding low on his hips. “Buffy, what’s wrong?”

“Oh there’s a whole world of wrong out there,” Buffy said. She walked in pushing him to the side, getting a little shock as her hands brushed one of his nipples. ‘And a whole world of wrong in my brain too.’

“Uh, well, okay.” Giles closed the door, turned and followed her to the couch.

“Giles, before I tell you what’s going on, you’re gonna need to get one of those drinks of yours. Make it a double. And while you’re at it make me one. With Tab.”

Giles opened his mouth as if to say something, then closed it, went to the kitchen, and returned bearing beverages. He sat down, next to her, grasped her hand and said, “Now, Buffy, tell me what’s going on.”

She stared at her hand in horror, shuddered, disengaged and grasped her drink and drank half of it very quickly. “Whoa, that’s potent! Okay, here goes.”

Hesitatingly she began to tell Giles about what she saw when she left earlier that night. Unknowingly as she recalled her own actions her hands once again began to creep as if of their own accord towards her breasts. Buffy reached under her tank top and began caressing and rolling and pinching her own nipples. Buffy moaned. As Buffy’s hands moved down her belly, she closed her eyes. Buffy’s hands slowly carefully crept under her waistband. She bit her lip as her fingers slid under her panties and dipped into her sopping wet pussy. Buffy’s fingers dipped into and up and down her slit. She circled and stroked her clit. As if in a trance she continued to tell her story until suddenly Buffy stiffened and gasped in orgasm as something warm and wet and sticky splashed her on the face. Instinctively, she flicked out her tongue to taste a familiar saltiness and instantly snapped back to reality when she realized what it was and what she had just done.

When she opened her eyes, she stared at Giles who was sitting across from her, pants open, penis in hand, wearing a expression matching the mix of shock, horror, self-disgust and satisfaction that she felt on her own face, that was dripping with cum. Giles’ cum. That was the thought that broke her paralysis. She jumped up and ran for the bathroom. She heard Giles behind her running for the back of the house.

After Buffy had washed her face and hands. And stared in the mirror and fixed her hair. And gave herself a couple of pep talks. “Come on, you can go out there and face Giles. It’s not like he wasn’t doing the same thing. Oh God! He was doing the same thing. I saw Giles’ dick! He came on my face! I tasted Giles’ cum!”

She almost began hyperventilating before she was able to calm her self down and take deep slow breaths. “ So what? Giles’ has a dick. You always knew he had one. Mom had apparently enjoyed it.”

That actually calmed her down enough to chuckle. “Okay, you can do it. He’s probably as embarrassed as you are.”

Buffy heard moving about in the kitchen. It sounded like he was making tea. When she heard a whistle, she was sure. Buffy composed herself, adjusted her clothing one last time and walked out of the bathroom.

Giles was sitting at the table with two mugs in front of him. When he saw her, he gestured for her to sit down, handed her a mug and opened his mouth to speak. “Buffy, I…”

She held her hand out. “Nope, stop. We will never mention this again. It goes to the dustiest, least used part of our brains and will be locked away forever. As a matter of fact we will throw away the key to that part of our brains and forget about it completely. This never happened; therefore we cannot possibly discuss this, ever. Agreed?”

Giles opened his mouth, closed it, ran his fingers through his hair, sighed, and said, “Agreed.”

“And Giles?”

“Yes?”

”Please stop running your fingers through your hair.”

You don't belong in Hell. Sorry.

...You
probably fucking lied or cheated. Fucker.


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Advice to live by from Dinah B Doll:

You just have to stand in front of the mirror and go, "Cock. Cock! COCK! COOOOCK!!!!!" repeatedly.

TITLE: Part 7 Watching
SERIES: Untitled
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 hoo baby!
SUMMARY: Buffy sees something naughty and does something naughtier.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: Spandya! Buffy indulges in some auto manipulation.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Ask me, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her, his chip however still does not work on her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu. Also Kristi, the first friend I’ve told about my secret life as a smutster!

Watching

Buffy was standing outside the Harris-Jenkins household pondering what to do next. She had crept up to the same living room window that she’d peeped in before only to find it empty except for a leather jacket (Spike’s?) thrown over the back of the couch and a pair of size 11 white sneakers (Xander’s?) on the floor. She decided that if she was going to spy on her friends she might as well go all the way.

She crept around to the back of the house. “Bingo,” she whispered. She had a perfect view of the bedroom. Anya was kneeling on the bed facing the foot. Xander was kneeling in front of her at the end of the bed and they were kissing passionately with arms wrapped around each other’s naked bodies. Buffy sighed in relief until Spike walked in the room. She was stunned. She had seen him with Anya but she hadn’t realized how truly beautiful he was until this moment. He looked a marble statue of a Greek or Roman God, maybe even like David. “Wow.”

He walked behind Xander, put his arms around him and began kissing the back of his neck. Xander’s head fell back while Anya pulled away. She and Spike began working their way in sync down Xander’s surprisingly well muscled body, one in front and one in back. “Boy Xander, that construction work has really paid off,” Buffy whispered.

Anya reached Xander’s chest and was running her tongue around one of Xander’s nipples while Spike licked down his spine, hands busy pinching and rolling Xander’s other nipple. Xander’s eyes were closed and his mouth fell open in obvious pleasure. Spike worked his way down to the small of Xander’s back as Anya licked down to his stomach. As Anya reached Xander’s respectably large penis, she got down on all fours. As she took his penis in her mouth Spike knelt on the floor and spread Xander’s buttocks. Xander had one hand on Anya’s shoulder and one on Spike’s, as if without them he would collapse. While Anya sucked in front, Spike licked in back. Xander’s shoulders began to heave and his grip appeared to tighten on his partners’ shoulders. Finally he pushed them both away. Anya grinned, got back on her knees and wiped her mouth. Spike stood, smiled, grabbed Anya and began to kiss her deeply. Xander, apparently recovered, said something and pushed his way back between the two. Anya lay back on the bed and Xander got on top of her and began kissing her. He began moving his way down her body and as he got to her breasts he alternated squeezing them and rolling her nipples with his fingers with sucking each one in turn.

Buffy who had been kneeling against the side of the house found her hands involuntarily creeping towards her own breasts. Buffy reached under her tank top and began mimicking Xander’s actions, rolling and pinching her own nipples. Buffy repressed a moan. As Buffy’s hands moved down her belly she watched Spike return into view rubbing his large, uncircumcised penis. He had a tube in his hands and she watched mesmerized as he squeezed some clear fluid onto the fingers of his right hand and reached behind Xander spreading him with his left hand. Xander arched his back as Spike moved his fingers in and out. As Spike removed his fingers from Xander leaned forward, and began to lick at Anya’s clitoris. She closed her eyes. As Spike carefully slowly began to slide into Xander Buffy’s hands slowly carefully crept under her waistband. She bit her lip as her fingers slid under her panties and dipped into her sopping wet pussy. Spike stroked in and out of Xander, Xander’s tongue dipped into Anya and licked up and down her slit as Buffy fingers did the same to her own. Suddenly Spike stiffened and gripped Xander’s hips hard enough to leave red fingerprints. Anya’s hands gripped Xander’s shoulders leaving matching prints and Buffy fell forward, forehead on the ground, breasts heaving as she came with her own powerful and silent orgasm.

Saw this on Charmin's Rant and stole it too.

Three Things That Scare Me
1. Handprints on walls
2. Rednecks
3. The woods at night

Three People Who Make Me Laugh
1. Kevin (bof of um)
2. Billy
3. Jim

Three Things I Love
1. Live music
2. Reading
3. Food

Three Things I Don't Like
1. Getting out of bed in the morning
2. Skinny people
3. Jar heads

Three Things I Don't Understand
1. Conservatives
2. Hypocrites
3. Economics

Three Things On My Desk
1. Pom pom flowers
2. Bills
3. Mounds bar

Three Things I'm Doing Right Now
1. Thinking of food
2. Holding my pee
3. Thinking my feet are cold

Three Things I Want To Do Before I Die
1. Win the lottery for more than I put into it
2. Go to Graceland
3. Find an actual well paying AND satisfying job

Three Things I Can Do
1. Write
2. Listen
3. Cook

Three Things I Can't Do
1. Vacuum
2. Chug a beer
3. A real push up

Three Ways To Describe My Personality
1. Friendly
2. Talkative
3. Creative

Three Things I Think You Should Listen To
1. In Between Days by the Cure
2. Your mother
3. Yourself

Three Things I Don't Think You Should Listen To Ever
1. Rush Limbaugh
2. Contemporary Country
3. Britney Spears

Three Things I Say The Most
1. Holy…
2. I’m getting old
3. On Buffy…

Three Of My Absolute Favorite Foods
1. Menudo and Pho
2. Crab legs and Shrimp
3. Limes and lemons

Three Things I'd Like To Learn
1. More ‘puter stuff
2. To play accordion
3. To be more artistic

Three Beverages I Drink Regularly
1. Dr. Pepper
2. Coffee
3. Water

Three Shows I Watched When I Was A Kid
1. Little House on the Prairie
2. Three's Company
3. One Day at a Time

Good god my fic might end up with Buffy/Giles in it. And that's just wrong. It's Buffy's fault, she's horny.

TITLE: Part 6 Smashed (sort of)
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 Overall
SUMMARY: Smashed (sort of)
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: Mild Spuffiness and more naughty thoughts of Giles.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Joan the English chick for transcribing this on Buffy vs Angel and betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu.

Smashed (sort of)

Giles stood, “What do you mean his chip doesn’t work on you?!”

“His chip doesn’t work on me.”

“Since when?”

“Since I jumped through the portal”

Giles sat back down and ran his fingers through his hair, mussing it sexily. ‘Brain I told you to stop that. Giles is not sexy.’ Buffy ordered herself.

“Let me get a drink, and then you will tell me what happened,” he commanded.

“Okay, can I have one too?”

“Diet soda?”

“With something stronger?”

“I thought we learned our lesson after the demon bar incident…?”

“Giles.”

“Just a splash then.”

He handed her a drink and sat down.

She began to tell him about what happened earlier that year.

Flashback to Buffy walking down a dark alley. Spike steps out in front of her.
SPIKE: (angrily) Slayer.
BUFFY: And so my night is now complete.
SPIKE: You never showed.
BUFFY: (walks past him) Sorry. Little busy actually doing stuff.
SPIKE: (walks beside her) You shouldn't be so flip, luv.
BUFFY: What are you going to do, walk behind me to death?
SPIKE: I'm just saying things might be a little different.
Spike walks around in front of her again. They stop walking.
SPIKE: You ought to be careful.
BUFFY: (shakes head) Enough.
She moves to walk around him, but he shifts to block her path.
BUFFY: (small puzzled smile) Get out of my way.
SPIKE: Or what?
Buffy shrugs, punches him in the face. Spike reels a little, catches himself, pauses. Then he hits her in the face, spinning her around. Buffy straightens up, turns back to him.
SPIKE: (mockingly) Oh, the pain! The pain! (grimly) Is gone.
Buffy stares.
SPIKE: Guess what I just found out. Looks like I'm not as toothless as you thought, sweetheart.
BUFFY: (alarmed) How?
SPIKE: Don't you get it? Don't you see? (sneering) You came through wrong.
Buffy stares in disbelief.
Buffy stalks forward angrily, punches Spike in the face. He staggers back but laughs. Buffy hits him again, kicks him, driving him farther down the alley. She goes to punch him but he grabs her arm and punches her with his other hand. Buffy stumbles into a fence, turns around. Spike gets up in her face.
BUFFY: It's a trick. You did something to the chip, it's a trick.
SPIKE: It's no trick. It's not me, it's you. Just you, in fact, that's the funny part. (punches her in the face) 'Cause you're the one that's changed. (punches again) That's why this doesn't hurt me.
He swings but Buffy blocks and shoves him back.
SPIKE: (grins) Came through a little less human than you were.
BUFFY: (shakes head) You're wrong.
She kicks him hard. He flies back into the opposite wall, but immediately bounces back and comes back over to her.
SPIKE: Then how come you're so spooked, luv? And why can I - (punches her) do that?
Buffy slowly looks back over at him, panting.
BUFFY: You're wrong.
She hits him again, even harder. He falls down, gets up, grinning. Buffy hits him again and he goes down again, gets up again. She pushes him backward into a doorway, follows him up the stairs, grabs him. They crash through the door into the building.
Spike punches Buffy in the face, hard. She punches him twice, then shoves him back. He stumbles back against the refrigerator. Buffy kicks Spike and he flies back into the living room. Buffy strides into the room after Spike, stands watching as he gets up.
SPIKE: (grinning) Oh, poor little lost girl.
He jumps up, grabs the chandelier. Swings forward on it and kicks Buffy in the face with both his feet. She goes down.
SPIKE: (drops to the floor) She doesn't fit in anywhere. She's got no one to love.
He walks over to Buffy, who gets up, grabs him, throws him against the staircase leading upstairs, smashing the banister to bits. Buffy walks toward him.
BUFFY: Me? I'm lost? Look at you, you idiot! (Spike getting up) Poor Spikey. Can't be a human, can't be a vampire. Where the hell do you fit in?
Spike swings at her but she ducks, punches him in the stomach, grabs him and throws him across the room again. He smashes into the fireplace. Buffy walks toward him again.
BUFFY: Your job is to kill the slayer. But all you can do is follow me around making moon eyes.
SPIKE: I'm in love with you.
BUFFY: (still advancing) You're in love with pain. Admit it. (Spike gets up) You like me ... because you enjoy getting beat down. So really, who's screwed up?
SPIKE: Hello! Vampire!
He swings at her again, but she blocks and punches him. Spike grabs her, pulls her closer.
SPIKE: I'm supposed to be treading on the dark side.
He throws her against the wall. Spike goes over to her, throws her across the room again. She lands on her back. Spike stands over her, leans down, grabs her by the front lapels of her jacket.
SPIKE: What's your excuse?
Buffy puts her hand over his face, shoves him away. He flies backward, taking a chunk out of a wall. He staggers to his feet.
Buffy leaps at him and they fly back toward the staircase.
Spike has Buffy pinned against the stairs. He chuckles. Buffy punches him. He punches her back, lifts her up to look in her face.
SPIKE: I wasn't planning on hurting you. (smirks) Much.
BUFFY: You haven't even come close to hurting me.
SPIKE: Afraid to give me the chance?
Buffy breaks his hold, throws him against a wall. Buffy grabs Spike and pushes him up against the wall.
SPIKE: You afraid I'm gonna-
Buffy shuts him up by kissing him. They kiss passionately.
Buffy pushes away, puts her fingers to her lips. They stand, staring. They both flee in opposite directions.

“Good God Buffy,” Giles took off his glasses and began to clean them, “why did you never tell me?”

“Well you were gone Giles, trying to make me grow up.”

“Oh right.”

“Did anything else happen?

“Well I went to go talk to Tara about it.”

TARA: I-I've double-checked everything. (smiling) There's nothing wrong with you.
BUFFY: Then why can Spike hurt me?
TARA: Well, I said that there was nothing wrong with you, but ... you are different. Diving through the portal ... i-it, it altered you on a basic molecular level. Probably just enough to confuse the sensors or whatever in Spike's chip. But it's all just surfacey physical stuff. It wouldn't have any more effect than ... a bad sunburn.
Buffy contemplates this.
BUFFY: I didn't come through wrong?
TARA: No, you're the same Buffy. (lightly) With a deep tropical cellular tan.
BUFFY: You must have missed something. Will you check again?
TARA: (concerned) Buffy, I-I promise, there's nothing wrong with you.
BUFFY: There has to be! This just can't be me, it isn't me. (starting to cry) Why do I feel like this? Why did I try to…?
TARA: Try to what?
BUFFY: Nothing.

“And there’s nothing wrong with his chip?”

“No. He had Warren Mears check it out.”

“And that is?”

“Robot boy.”

“Ahh. And there haven’t been anymore, ahem, confrontations since then.”

“No, “ Buffy blushed remembering the cemetery.

“Well Buffy, I’m not quite sure what to say about this. Once again you have rendered me completely speechless.”

“Really? ‘Cuz I sensed a speech coming on.”

“Well perhaps but you know, I think I’ll skip it this time around. It’s been a long and emotionally difficult evening. Nothing has happened yet so let’s just sleep on this information and see what pans out.”

“Good idea Giles.” Buffy rose, walked towards the door. “Good night.”

“Good night.”

Buffy stood outside the door, contemplated the night sky for a moment and headed away from Revello Drive.

TITLE: Part 5 Telling
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 Overall
SUMMARY: Buffy tells Giles about some things.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: Naughty thoughts of Giles.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu. Also Kristi, the first friend I’ve told my secret to!

Telling

Buffy stood in front of Giles door. ‘Surely it’s not too late? It’s only 10. Besides this is important.’ She took a deep breath and knocked.

Giles answered the door. He was wearing a blue silk shirt open at the neck with a pair of khaki slacks and he was barefoot. He looked sexy. ‘Shut up brain! You are not that horny.’ “Giles, can I come in? Something is going on!”

“Of course Buffy, come in. Sit. What’s wrong?”

Buffy sat and told Giles what she had overheard.

“And you said this demon was a Sleestak? I’ve never heard of a Sleestak demon. How do you know this?”

“No I said he looked like a Sleestak.”

“And what does a Sleestak look like?”

“From Land of the Lost? Ringing any bells here?”

“No,” Giles was becoming visibly exasperated.

She described the demon.

“So it was male, bipedal and reptilian?’

“Yes.”

“And it called itself Enik?”

“Yes.”

“Hmmm.”

“Did you confront Spike?”

“No, I thought it would be better to wait for more information, like who this Enik guy was working for, and what they want Spike to do.”

“Very good, but we really need to keep a close eye on the situation. Frankly I’m disappointed that Spike did not tell us about this development. I thought he had changed.”

“I think he was going to talk to Xander and Anya first.”

“Really? Why do you believe that?”

“It’s a long story and I still haven’t worked out the complexities of the relationship, but I believe the three are closer,” she paused, “friends that we had realized.”

“Well, I still think we need to closely watch Spike.”

“Oh I plan to.”

“Buffy you should take this seriously, if we are wrong about Spike changing then you will be the first he goes after if the chip is deactivated.”

“Well about that Giles…”

“Yes?”

“The chip doesn’t work on me.”

Emmys Vs Over30TV2002 - 2003 PRIMETIME EMMY AWARDS NOMINATIONS

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Comedy Series

Emmy Results
Monk o USA Tony Shalhoub as Adrian Monk
Will & Grace o NBC Eric McCormack as Will
The Bernie Mac Show o FOX Bernie Mac as Bernie Mac
Friends o NBC Matt LeBlanc as Joey Tribbiani
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS Ray Romano as Ray Barone
Curb Your Enthusiasm o HBO Larry David as Himself

Over30TV Results
Monk o USA Tony Shalhoub as Adrian Monk, 27.78%
Will & Grace o NBC Eric McCormack as Will, 16.67%
Friends o NBC Matthew Perry as Chandler Bing, 16.67%
Friends o NBC Matt LeBlanc as Joey Tribbiani, 11.11%
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS Ray Romano as Ray Barone, 11.11%
Scrubs o NBC Zach Braff as John "JD" Dorian, 11.11%

Outstanding Lead Actor In A Drama Series

Emmy Results
The Shield o FX Michael Chiklis as Detective Vic Mackey
Six Feet Under o HBO Peter Krause as Nate Fisher
The Sopranos o HBO James Gandolfini as Tony Soprano
24 o FOX Kiefer Sutherland as Jack Bauer
The West Wing o NBC Martin Sheen as President Josiah Bartlet

Over30TV Results
The Shield o FX Michael Chiklis as Detective Vic Mackey, 17.65%
Buffy the Vampire Slayer o UPN James Marsters as Spike, 17.65%
Angel the Series o WB David Boreanz, 17.65%
The Dead Zone o USA Anthony Michael Hall, 17.65%
John Doe o FOX Dominic Purcell , 11.76%

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Comedy Series

Emmy Results
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS Patricia Heaton as Debra Barone
Friends o NBC Jennifer Aniston as Rachel Green
Malcolm In The Middle o FOX Jane Kaczmarek as Lois
Sex And The City o HBO Sarah Jessica Parker as Carrie Bradshaw
Will & Grace o NBC Debra Messing as Grace

Over30TV Results
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS Patricia Heaton as Debra Barone, 20.00%
Friends o NBC Lisa Kudrow as Phoebe Buffay, 20.00%
Less Than Perfect o ABC Sara Rue, 13.33%
That 70's Show o FOX Mila Kunis, 13.33%
Gilmore Girl's o UPN Lauren Graham, 13.33%

Outstanding Lead Actress In A Drama Series

Emmy Results
Alias o ABC o Touchstone Television Jennifer Garner as Sydney Bristow
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation o CBS Marg Helgenberger as Catherine Willows
Six Feet Under o Frances Conroy as Ruth Fisher
The West Wing o NBC Allison Janney as C.J. Cregg
The Sopranos o HBO Edie Falco as Carmela Soprano

Over30TV Results
Alias o ABC Jennifer Garner as Sydney Bristow, 25.00%
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, UPN Sarah Michelle Gellar as Buffy Summers, 25.00%
Crossing Jordan NBC Jill Hennessey as Jordan Cavanaugh, 25.00%
Third Watch o NBC Molly Price as Faith Yokas, 16.67%
The Sopranos o HBO Edie Falco as Carmela Soprano, 8.33%

Outstanding Comedy Series

Emmy Results
Friends o NBC o
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS
Sex And The City o HBO
Will & Grace o NBC
Curb Your Enthusiasm o HBO

Over30TV Results
Monk o USA 22.22%
Everybody Loves Raymond o CBS 11.11%
Frasier o NBC, 11.11%
Scrubs o NBC 11.11%
Gilmore Girls o UPN 11.11%

Outstanding Drama Series

Emmy Results
The West Wing o NBC
24 o FOX
Six Feet Under o HBO
CSI: Crime Scene Investigation o CBS
The Sopranos o HBO

Over30TV Results
The Dead Zone, USA, 16.00%
Buffy the Vampire Slayer, UPN 12.00%
Angel the series, WB, 12.00%
Crossing Jordan, NBC, 12.00%
The Sopranos o HBO, 8.00 %


I think my group has better taste than the Emmy committee!

Best new quote
Faith: "Ronnie, deadbeat. Steve, klepto. Kenny... drummer. Eventually, I just had to face up to my destiny as a loser magnet."
(Revelations)

TITLE: Part 4 Laughter II
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 Overall
SUMMARY: Buffy plays detective.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None, this time
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu. Also thanks to annalise for being my second non-beta reader. It’s like being an actual writer!

Laughter II

It was laughter that made Buffy resolve to get to the bottom of the Xander puzzle.

It was laughter that startled Buffy out of her reverie. They had been fruitlessly researching the latest monster of the week and she had started to zone out when the sound of Xander’s laughter rang out. Buffy turned her head and saw a grinning Spike in his black leather jacket and black tee and jeans ensemble leaning over the counter to Xander telling him a long involved story about some movie involving Marilyn Monroe and cross dressing. “So then he tells him, ‘I’m a man’ and the guys says ‘Nobody’s perfect.’”

Xander snickered.

Anya rolled her eyes.

Xander smiled at her and announced to the group, “well, I’m researched out and I’m pretty hungry so, I think I’ll take my woman and go home.”

“That means everyone else has to leave too,” Anya said eagerly.

“Yes, Anya we get that.”

Everyone filtered out of the store.

“Willow, will you do me a favor and take Dawn home? There’s something I want to check out.”

“No problem. Can I help with anything?”

“Nah, it’s really just a hunch.”

“‘Kay, be careful.”

“Oh I plan to be.”

With that, Buffy grabbed a flashlight from the store and parted from the group. She did a quick walkabout and when she thought everyone had headed towards home she started in the direction of Anya and Xander’s house. As she thought Spike was walking beside Anya and Xander and all three were laughing and joking about something. He said something to them and all three veered into the convenience store on the way.

‘Good, they’re on the way home.’ Buffy headed in the opposite direction towards Spike’s crypt.

When she got there, she opened the door and flipped on the flashlight. TV, ratty couch, ‘couch?’ empty beer bottles, and an ashtray full of cigarettes. “Hmmm, let’s check the fridge shall we?” She opened the fridge and found some blood, assorted imported and American beers. “What are we hiding downstairs then?”

She climbed down the ladder and checked around. Unmade bed, tube of lubricant, “can we say ewww?” and a couple of pairs of shoes, including a very unSpikelike pair of Reeboks. Draped over a chair were black jeans, “check,” black tee shirt, “check,” and a Hawaiian shirt, “oho, what have we here?” She looked for the old Buffy Shrine corkboard and found a smattering of pictures of herself, Dawn, Willow and Tara, “awww,” and quite a few pictures of Xander and Anya, including ones that she had never had seen before. She pulled one Polaroid off and took a close look at it. The background appeared to be a wooden headboard, very similar to the one the bed she was sitting one. Xander was shirtless and Anya was holding on arm over what appeared to bare breasts. Buffy felt a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach. She shook it off and was going to look around some more when she heard noise upstairs. She quickly doused her light and crept towards the ladder ready hide if it was Spike. She heard some crashing around, some muffled cursing and then a thump. She slowly crawled up the ladder and peeped out. Spike was standing over what appeared to be a Sleestak from Land of the Lost. He had one foot on its shoulder and another on its head ready to snap its neck.

“And tell me again why I shouldn’t just kill you for intruding on my domain?”

“Ssssspike, I have a proposition for you.”

“Yeah, try again.”

“We know of your disability.”

“Uh huh, that’s nice, say goodbye…”

“Your chip.”

Silence.

“You just bought yourself a few minutes.”

“My employers have sent me to offer you a deal. We know of your willingness to work with unconventional allies, such as the Slayer.”

“Who are your employers?”

“I can’t really say.”

“You do realize I can still kill you?”

“Trust me, death is preferable to what they might do to me if I reveal anything they don’t want me to.”

Spike stepped away. “Tell me more.”

“Right now I can’t. We just would like you to think about and be receptive. I’ll return in a few days after you’ve had time to think about the concept and then I’ll give you more details.”

The demon stood, brushed himself off, did a couple of neck rolls. “By the way, I’m impressed, a vengeance demon?”

Spike stared hard at him. “What do I call you?”

“Enik.”

“How do I get a hold of you?”

“I’ll be in touch with you.”

And with that the demon strolled out.

Spike watched him leave then left himself without looking back.

Buffy heaved a sigh of relief. She finished climbing up, looked around and decided to have a talk with Giles.

Hee hee, I'm a bad girlfriend.!

-Bad- You're the exact opposite of what any guy
wants or needs, unless he happens to need a
quick lay. You're cruel. You toy with people.
You're probably a bitch, and i don't think i'd
like you if i met you. Oh go screw a random
male already.


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TITLE: Part 3 Getting Over It
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 Overall
SUMMARY: Buffy and Spike patrol and more.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: Spike/Buffy in this bit, sort of.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu. Also thanks to Charmin for being my first non-beta reader. It’s a gas!

Getting Over It

When Buffy awoke she was just as confused as ever. Plus her night had been filled disturbingly erotic images of Spike and Anya. Disturbing mainly because they were erotic. “Yikes. Has Riley been gone that long?” she asked herself. She shook her head and went downstairs.

Downstairs Dawn and Tara were eating breakfast. “Mmmmm pancakes. Are there enough for me?”

Tara smiled. “Of course there are Buffy.”

“Great! Has Willow returned?”

“Yes, after he took Anya back to the hospital Spike brought her in sometime before dawn. You should have seen it, he was so sweet, he carried her upstairs without waking her up,” said Tara, smiling at the memory.

‘Yeah, I’ve seen how sweet he can be,’ thought Buffy savagely as she speared a piece of pancake. But she just nodded and raised her eyebrows.

“Yeah Buffy, he has really changed,” Dawn chimed in enthusiastically.

In her head Buffy was screaming, ‘if screwing Anya counts as changing I guess he has!’

‘Don’t forget about loving Xander,’ another part of her brain whispered.

“Ugh!”

“B-buffy? Is there something wrong with the pancakes?” Tara asked.

“No, I just bit my tongue,” she lied. “So what’s everyone doing today?”

“Well dearest sister of mine, I was hoping to go to the mall with Janice and maybe getting Xander a get well present but sadly, I have no money.”

Buffy rolled her eyes and went to get Dawn some money. “Fine, because it’s Xander, but we’re going to have curtail our spending after this. The insurance money is almost gone and since I’m not in school there is no student loan money. If it weren’t for the rent and grocery money that Willow and Tara are giving us, we’d be totally broke.”

“I’ll get an after school job.”

“No. You need to concentrate on school. I’m kind of hoping you’ll get a scholarship one day.”

“Buffy, Willow and I have some money saved up…”

“No, I’ll just have to get a job,” she paused and sighed. “Anyway enough of that for now. I’m going to the hospital to visit with Xander.”

She wondered what she would say to Anya when she saw her.

The answer was, not much. Anya was drawn and pale, with circles under her eyes. “How is he?”

“Actually he’s fine. He’s even woken up once. It’s just so hard seeing him like this. I’ve never seen him seriously hurt before.”

“Well he’ll get better.”

“I know he will, but what about next time? It won’t stop you know. He’ll keep on foolishly risking himself.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Don’t patronize me Buffy. You know it’s true. And it’s all you fault! If you had never met him…”

“Please don’t start this.”

“That’s right pet, leave it be. If it weren’t for Buffy, you would never have met our Xander.”

They turned to see Spike leaning in the doorway.

Anya sighed and sat down. “Fine. You’re right. It’s just so hard.”

Buffy stared at Spike. Images of muscled white flesh, entwined with honeyed limbs kept popping in her head.

“Done staring at me Slayer?”

“Huh? Oh! I wasn’t staring, I was…Hey! Do you want to go patrolling with me tonight? I’m pretty sure we didn’t kill all the sweater demons the other night.”

Spike shook his head and sighed. “Anhkora demons.”

“Whatever.”

“They’re releasing the boy this afternoon. After I help Anya get him settled I’ll pop by your house and we’ll go kill some demons.”

“Great.”

Later that evening Buffy was pacing the house.

“Buffy! There are two more hours to sundown. Chill out.”

“Oh, Dawn she’s just eager to wreak some vengeance for Xander. Or would it Anya? That’s funny, Buffy wreaking vengeance on behalf of a former vengeance demon. I can see it now, Anya going, ‘I wish…’”

“Willow!”

“Sorry, I forgot about the wishing.”

“It doesn’t matter, are you ready to go?”

“Where are you two going?”

“Dawn and I are going out for some ice cream. Do you want to go with us?”

“No, Spike is supposed to meet me here, I’ll wait.”

“Tara?”

“No sweetie, I want to look at this book Mr. Giles gave me. I want to find a better version of that spell I was trying to use the other night.”

“Hey, you’re not feeling guilty about Xander are you?”
“Not really, but I would feel better if I found a quicker version. It could be really helpful in the future.”

“Okay. Well guys Dawn and I will see you later.”

Dawn and Willow left. Tara sat quietly at the kitchen table reading while Buffy sat restlessly tapping her fingers and sighing. “Buffy, is something bothering you?”

“Maybe. I mean yes.” Buffy told Tara what she had seen and overheard.

“Oh my. Have you told anyone?”

“Of course not. Who could I tell? Willow would kill Anya and Giles would probably stake Spike. And Dawn’s just too young.”

“Have you asked them?”

“Oh my God, no.”

“Why not?”

“Right. ‘Excuse me, Anya why are screwing Spike and by the way, Xander, did you know Spike loves you?’”

“How about Spike?”

“Spike?”

“Yes. You two have a special relationship. You trust him don’t you?”

There was a long pause. Finally Buffy said, “yes.”

They sat quietly some more. Just as Buffy was about speak, there was a knocking at the door. “Oh that’s Spike, I better go.”

“Just think about it.”

“I will.”

Later, Buffy was feeling a little bit sorry for the demons, as she and Spike went after them with a ferocity that left them both breathless. As they walked she said, “You uh wanna hang out at your crypt?”

He turned away from her and said evasively, “No, I have things going on. I’ll walk you back to your house though.”

“Actually, I was planning on dropping in on Anya and Xander, you can walk me there if you want.” ‘Take that!’ she thought.

“Ah Slayer, I’m not sure that’s such a good idea, what with Xander recovering and all…”

“Or is that where you were heading?”

He stopped and tried to give her that head tilt meant to convey his sincerity. It failed miserably. “What are you talking about?”

“Oh you know what I’m talking about. I saw you with her. I heard you with her. What the hell is going on?”

He stared at her. His eyes flashed briefly and he advanced upon her until her back was against a nearby tree. “What is it you think you saw?”

“You know what I saw. I saw you” her voice dropped to a whisper, “touching her.” She looked away from him then.

“Oh you did?” His voice was in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. She could feel his lips against her neck, “did you like what you saw?” he hissed. “Did you wish it was you?” Buffy could feel her heart beating in her chest, her breath coming in shallow bursts. His tongue snaked out and it felt like fire against her neck. She involuntarily felt her arms reaching around his waist, under his jacket, under his tee shirt, feeling the muscled cool skin beneath the palms of her hand. Spike groaned and began insinuating his leg between hers, his jean-covered thigh rubbing against the seam of her jeans and sending shivers and heat running through her. She tilted her head back and looked up at him. Their eyes met and his lips came down on hers. They kissed, and kissed, and kissed, and it was pretty good but nothing special.

They broke apart and stared at each other. ‘Wow!’ Buffy thought, ‘I mean he’s a good kisser and all but after that initial heat it kind of fizzled out.’ “Well, uh, that was nice, I guess.”

“Nice?! That should have been bloody fantastic!”

“Yeah, it should have been, pent up emotions and all that.”

They stood there nodding looking awkwardly at each other.

“Well if that’s all you wanted…”

“Spike, no. You don’t love me anymore do you?”

“I suppose I don’t.”

“Did you ever?”

“Oh God Buffy, yes.”

“What happened?

He shrugged his shoulders and looked away. “Did you ever have any kind of feelings for me?”

She looked down. “Yes.”

“Could you have ever loved me?”

“Maybe.”

He nodded and started to walk away.

“Wait. What’s going on with Anya? Does Xander know?”

“Buffy, it’s not really my place to tell you.”

“Who’s place is it to tell me?’

He shrugged, “I don’t really know, but it’s not my secret alone.”

With that he turned, put his hands in his pockets and walked away into the night.

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TITLE: Part 2 Surprises
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Xander’s been injured. Spike and Anya surprise Buffy. A lot.
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: Spike/Anya in this bit.
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu.

Surprises

Buffy was lightly dozing in the hospital chair when Willow came in.

“Hey Buffy.”

“Hey.”

“How is he?”

“He’s sleeping and his breathing seems to be normal, but he hasn’t woken up yet. Spike and the doctor both seem to think he’ll be fine.”

“Speaking of, where is he?

“I sent him to take Anya home.”

“They seem to be pretty close lately.”

“Yeah, they do.” Buffy paused, and then asked, “Have you found out anything about those Angora demons?”

“Anhkora demons Buffy, they’re not fuzzy sweaters.”

“Angora, Anhkora. Are they poisonous or magic or anything?”

“No, they seem to be your basic bloodthirsty monster types. Most people die from blood loss and, ahem, flesh loss.”

“Ewww.”

“You said it sister.”

“Well, I’ll let you take your shift in the comfy chair then. I guess I’ll get cleaned up and return Anya’s car keys. Spike must have hotwired the car or something.” Buffy shook her head. “Oh, and Willow?”

“Hmmm?”

“For God’s sake don’t forget to call Anya the second he wakes up.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not wanting to risk Anyanka. Hey, do you want my car keys?”

“Nah, the walk will do me good.”

Buffy whistled while she walked. She could feel the stress of the evening melting away. Xander was going to be fine. She decided to go ahead and return Anya’s keys as her and Xander’s house was closer than her home on Revello Drive. She really liked the little ranch house that they had decided to buy over the summer. She kept expecting them to announce an engagement but that still hadn’t happened. She saw Xander’s car in the driveway ahead and could see Spike and Anya talking through the picture window. Anya began crying and Spike leaned forward and took her in his arms. ‘Wow,’ thought Buffy, ‘he really can be sweet when he wants to be.’ She decided to wait before interrupting. What she saw next shocked her to her core.

Anya raised her tear-stained face to Spike’s and kissed him passionately on the lips. He paused, drew back for a moment and began kissing her back. It was as if a storm was unleashed. Anya began pulling his leather jacket off his shoulders. He helped by shrugging it off. He put his face in her neck and moaned. He stood and pulled his tee shirt off quickly as she did the same. They sank to the couch and began kissing again. Spike kissed his way to Anya’s neck, pausing to suck and nibble at her jugular. Anya moaned and ran her hands down Spike’s bare back. He moved down her neck and buried his face between her breasts as he reach behind her and undid her bra. As her bra fell away he began running his thumbs around her nipples tracing the areolas. Anya moaned and pushed his head to the side. He began licking then sucking at her nipples alternately. She threw her head back and tightened her fingers in his hair. He reached out and started undoing her pants. She helped by wriggling out of them then lifted her knee between his legs. Spike moaned then sat up, unlaced his boots, and pulled off his own jeans. Spike leaned forward again kissed Anya while reaching between her legs.

“Spike,” Anya gasped, “now!”

Spike nodded, removed his hand, grabbed each of her thighs, spread her legs and with what appeared to be a practiced move, plunged quickly into her.

They both moaned loudly, not hearing Buffy’s own gasp. Unknowingly she had crept closer until she was practically at the window. She knew she should be barging in and stopping them but she was totally caught up in the scene playing out before her. Her skin was clammy and her breaths were coming in shallow bursts matching the breathing of the two lovers in front of her. Worse than that, she could feel heat and wetness pooling between her legs. As Anya reached the beginning of her climax her hands gripped the couch, Buffy’s own hands clenched at her sides.

“Argh!”

“Oh God Spike I love you!”

“I love you too Anya!”

Panting, they climaxed. Spike put his forehead on Anya’s. She briefly closed her eyes, and tearfully looked up at Spike, “I love Xander so much.”

“I know, I love him too.”

Buffy lost her balance and fell on her ass. By the time Spike and Anya covered themselves and looked out the window she was running toward Revello Drive.

“Omigod, omigod, omigod,” Buffy chanted. “Spike and Anya had sex. Spike and Anya love each other. Spike and Anya love Xander. Spike loves Xander? And…” She stopped suddenly. “Did that whole thing just turn me on?”

By the time she had reached the house Buffy was totally confused. Who could she talk to? Willow would kill Anya. Giles would kill Spike. Xander would… What would Xander do? She shook her head. She needed a shower and some sleep. She would be able to think better in the morning.

Dangit! Dave's been sneaking and reading my posts! No deep innermost thoughts. But I have written a fic so here goes the First part:

TITLE: Part 1 Laughter
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: libco
PAIRING: Xander/Spike/Anya
RATING: NC-17 Eventually
SUMMARY: A patrol party gets crashed
WARNINGS/SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me; it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Just ask, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six, Buffy did not die, Spike saved her.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu.

Laughter

It was laughter that started it all. It was laughter that startled Buffy out of her reverie. They had been fruitlessly researching the latest monster of the week and she had started to zone out when the sound of Anya’s laughter rang out. Buffy turned her head and saw a grinning Spike in his black leather jacket and black tee and jeans ensemble leaning over the counter to Anya whispering something into her ear with a grin.

“Jeez,” she muttered, “he looks like a 50’s hoodlum chatting up the counter girl at the soda shop.”

Xander looked up and grinned at her analogy, “Well, they were both alive during the 50’s.”

“They’re probably exchanging disembowelment tips,” she said shaking her head.
Xander only smiled fondly.

Now that she thought about it, Buffy hadn’t heard Anya laugh genuinely and unselfconsciously in a long time. She hadn’t seen Xander smile so warmly either. And she was pretty sure she hadn’t seen Spike smile so non-evilly at anyone other than Dawn. Everyone had seemed kind of down since the end of the battle with Glory. It had taken a lot of their usual verve. “Well I am tired of reading, anyone want to go patrol?”

Seven heads popped up at once and seven voices rang out simultaneously with an “I do.”

Buffy grinned, “patrol party?”

“Better than a research party,” replied Xander.

“Hey!” Giles, Willow, and Dawn exclaimed.

“Don’t get offended. Besides, you all wanted to patrol too,” said Buffy.

“One’s neck does tend to become stiff after a while; some physical exertion would be welcome,” said Giles.

“What he said,” smiled Dawn.

“Okay, we should probably split up. Spike, you go with Xander and Anya, Willow you come with me and Dawn.”

“I’ll go with Xander and Anya too,” said Tara.

“Honey,” Willow whined.

“No, your girl’s right, you two witchiepoos should be separated just in case we need some mojo,” said Spike.

“Giles?”

“I suppose I’ll accompany you, Buffy. I haven’t seen you fight with anything other than Spike for a while, I should critique your technique.”

“Eh, I’m standing right here.”

“Stop it you two. Cell phones on vibrate?”

“Check.”

“Let’s go.”

Later in Sunnydale’s main cemetery, Buffy and Giles had staked a couple of vampires each and were deciding to fetch the other crew and call it a night when they heard a scream from the other side of the cemetery. “Spike!”

“That was Anya,” said Giles.

They all started running in the direction of the noise. Buffy got there just in time to see Spike pick up Xander and run. “Anya! What happened? Where is Spike going with Xander?”

“He’s taking him to Sunnydale General,” sobbed Anya. “Oh God, there’s so much blood…”

“We figured it would be fastest,” babbled Tara. “I mean I can’t teleport yet and Anya can’t do it anymore and Oh God Buffy it was awful.”

“I have to go to him now!”

“Anya calm down and let Tara tell us what happened,” ordered Giles.

“I won’t calm down, I have to go now, you can stay here and figure it out all you want. I need to see if Xander’s okay. You didn’t see…”

“It’s okay Giles, I’ll take her to the hospital. You get everyone home and start figuring out what got him and if there’s anything special we need to know. I’ll call as soon as we know something.”

During the ride to the hospital, Buffy wished she were the comforting type. Out the corner of her eye she watched Anya quietly sobbing in the passenger’s seat. “Anya? Do you feel okay enough to tell me what happened?”

Anya sniffled and wiped away some tears with the back of her hand. “Stupid Xander. Spike was fine, but he had to jump in. Damn it! Doesn’t he know how fragile humans are?”

“Okay, Spike was fighting a…what?”

“An Ahnkorak demon.”

“Uh, huh. And…?”

“Tara was chanting some kind of stasis spell to disable it and stupid Xander jumped in with a broadsword to quote ‘back Spike up’. Stupid, stupid, stupid!” Her voice rose to a shriek, “can’t you drive any faster?”

“Calm down, we’re almost there. I think it was very brave.”

“Of course it was brave, that’s what’s so stupid. He’s only a human and I’d die if I lost him.”

“Don’t worry, he’ll be okay.”

“You can’t know that.”

“No I can’t.”

“You’re not very good at this.”

“No I’m not.” ‘Good,’ Buffy thought, ‘Blunt Anya is back, that means she’s calming down.’ “Look, we’re here.”

Anya jumped out of the car and ran inside before Buffy had a chance to come to a complete stop. “I guess I’ll meet you inside” Buffy said to the air where Anya had been. Despite her seeming calm, Buffy was worried about Xander, so she found a parking space and jogged the apparent mile to the hospital.

By the time she had found the information desk, got Xander’s room number, and walked down the hall, she could hear Anya and Spike whispering in a heated debate.

“Anyanka, I told you, he’s going to be fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes” he hissed.

“But if he wasn’t you’d do it right?”

“But he’s going to be fine, so I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Spike, if it ever came down to it, promise me you’d do it.”

“This is not a discussion I want to have right now, besides it is not my decision to make, nor yours.”

“Spike, I can’t lose him. We can’t lose him.”

“He wouldn’t be the same.”

“We can fix that.”

“Anya, we will talk about this later. All of us. For now, be content with the fact that he’s going to be okay.”

“I’m not letting this go.”

“Letting go of what?” Buffy interjected.

“Nothing, Slayer, Demon Girl here is worrying needlessly. The Doughboy is going to be fine. He’s lost some blood is all.”

“Are you sure?”

“Trust me on this one Slayer. Vampire, remember? I do have some experience in this field.”

“Touché.”

“Would you two stop flirting? We have a sick man here.”

Buffy and Spike turned and stared at Anya. She looked miserable and bloody. Buffy’s irritation melted away. “Spike will you take Anya home and let her get cleaned up and get some rest? Willow’s on the way, I’ll hold down the fort until then and check up on the research. If he wakes up before you both return Willow will call, okay?”

Anya looked longingly at Xander’s still form and nodded her assent. Spike grasped her elbow and steered her out the door. Buffy once again wondered about their relationship. He seemed to be the only one besides Xander that really got along with Anya.

I'm still moved out. But Dave and I are dating. Kind of. Some days I am optimistic about the future. Other days he drives me absolutely batshit. Today is a good day. Of course he's sleeping so I don't actually have to talk to him :)

TITLE: Prologue
SERIES: Still need a series title
AUTHOR: Libby Rojas
RATING: NC-17 Eventually
SUMMARY: Death is not always her gift
SPOILERS: None
DISCLAIMER: Nothing belongs to me, it is all Joss and his minions.
DISTRIBUTION: Please email me, I’d be thrilled
NOTES: AU season six.
FEEDBACK: Please
THANKS: Joan the English chick for transcribing this on Buffy vs Angel and betas Dinah, Kris, Nikita, Tania, and Tehaunu.

Prologue: From The Gift

Shot of the portal continuing to do its destruction.
Cut to above. Buffy turns back to Dawn as Dawn continues staring at the portal.
Dawn (tearful): I'm sorry.

Buffy: It doesn't matter.

Dawn tries to run past Buffy but Buffy grabs her.
Buffy: What are you doing?

Dawn: I have to jump. The energy.

Buffy: It'll kill you.

Dawn: (softly) I know. (Buffy staring at her) Buffy, I know about the ritual. I have to stop it.

Buffy: No.

The tower shakes underneath them, making them both stumble.
Dawn: I have to. Look at what's happening.

More lightning crackles, even larger than before. Buffy looks up. A huge dragon flies out of the portal and buzzes the tower, flying away as they watch.
Dawn: Buffy, you have to let me go. Blood starts it, and until the blood stops flowing, it'll never stop.

Buffy stares at Dawn in anguish.
Dawn (tearfully): You know you have to let me. It has to have the blood.

Buffy gets a realization look on her face.

Flash to Spike earlier in the episode.
Spike: Cause it's always got to be blood.

Flash to Buffy and Dawn in the hospital at the end of Blood Ties. Buffy putting her hand to her wound, then pressing it against Dawn's bloody hand. Buffy voiceover: It's Summers' blood. It's just like mine.

Flash to Buffy earlier in this episode.
Buffy: She's me. The monks made her out of me.

Flash to Buffy beside the fire in Intervention.
First Slayer: Death is your gift.
Buffy: Death...

Flash back to the present. Close shot on Buffy's face.
First Slayer voiceover: ...is your gift.
Buffy frowns. Turns around slowly.
Shot of the platform extending into the air. In the distance, holes seem to be opening in the sky. The sky is growing lighter as the sun tries to rise.
Buffy looks peaceful. She turns back to Dawn, who stares wide-eyed.
Dawn: Buffy ... no!

Buffy: Dawnie, I have to.

Dawn: No!

Buffy: Listen to me. Please, there's not a lot of time, listen.

The camera pulls out on the two of them. Buffy holds Dawn by the upper arms and continues talking to her: Dawn, listen to me. Listen. I love you. I will *always* love you. But this is the work that I have to do. Tell Giles ... tell Giles I figured it out. And, and I'm okay. And give my love to my friends.
You have to take care of them now. You have to take care of each other.
You have to be strong. Dawn, the hardest thing in this world ... is to live in it.
Be brave. Live. For me.

Dawn begins to cry. Lightning continues to crackle behind them.
Cut back to close shot of Buffy. She strokes the side of Dawn's face, then kisses her on the cheek. Dawn continues to cry.
Buffy turns. In slow-motion, she runs down the platform as Dawn stays there crying.
Buffy swan-dives off the end of the platform and into the portal.
Dawn watches, sobbing.
Below Anya looks up and sees the beginning of Buffy’s dive, “Spike!”

Spike looks up and despite his pain rises and runs, leaps with supernatural speed and catches Buffy in his arms. They collapse to the ground.

Okay I'm going to try to start writing fanfic. Here is my first. It is unbetaed. I will add the corrected version as i get it but I need to start posting again so here's my start.

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I'm feeling vaguely depressed. I'm supposed to be packing and getting ready to move out and I just want to crawl into bed. I'm faced with the how to tell him moment. I've decided to wait until Sunday after he gets out of work. That way he has two days to mope or be pissed off and find a ride or fix his goddamn car that I have been trying to get him to fix for a month now. But I'm not bitter. I should call my friend but I just want to take a nap or maybe watch my tape of Angel I should at least finish my laundry and pack away my winter clothes-innocuous enough. Call Bessie and see what she’s doing. Something other than moping at the computer. On an up note I went to the new Taco Loco. Not bad, the sopapilla w/ice cream was pretty damn good. Prices aren’t too bad either. Terrible isn’t it how I can comfort my self with food. Maybe if I turned on the lights I’d feel peppier. But I kind of like sitting here morosely in the dark. It’s not that I have mixed feelings about leaving. I know it’s the right thing. I just feel terrible about what the repercussions are going to be. I hate to do it this way (surprise) but I think he will react very badly no matter what and I’m not in the mood to have my stuff fucked with or to be on the receiving end of his hateful vitriol. Which believe you me I have been on the receiving end of far too many times. Nothing beats someone telling you how stupid or clumsy or fat you are and then just when you start to cry says, “I’d hate to see you if I really went off on you” I’m getting all stressed out just writing this so I’d better quit. If I didn’t have to work tomorrow I’d go out and drink way the fuck too much but I’ll do it Saturday. Maybe I’ll get my shit together by then and move the fuck out on Saturday and just tell him he needs to find his own goddamn ride to work on Sunday. I’m just afraid he won’t go and get fired as a result and then try to blame me. Sigh. Well I should get moving. More later on my sitch.

Well it’s been a full and crazy month and a lot of music. Local groovy funky faves Spurgie Hankins band played the Empty Glass a couple of times and now plan on doing a regular Tuesday night gig there. It’ll be cool to have yet another musical option to add to Bob Thompson at Legends on Tuesdays. Low Man’s Lyric returned to Julie J’s to play a moderate but extremely enthusiastic crowd. The crowd was just “patriotic” enough to make this left wing peace lovin’ liberal a wee bit nervous but all was well and the band sounded great. I just want them to add more originals to what looks to be a shaping up to be great repertoire. I went to last open mic at the EG for me for a while. (I’m turning into daytime work girl-eek!), as usual it was much fun. You get such a great variety of acts and an astonishingly large crowd (don’t these people have to work?).
I just can’t stay away from Westlake. Checked them out at Mulligan’s. They didn’t bring their usual huge entourage and the energy was lacking a bit but as usual they played a solid if unsurprising show. After a set, I left to go check out Freekbass at the Sound Factory. I miss the freaky painted keyboard player but Freekbass himself was still cool and funky. With a sparse crowd at the SF though the show was hard to get into. I hope they attract a bigger crowd next time. It seems the crowds at the bigger shows have been slimmer than usual this past month. I hope it’s the funky weather and not indicative of lameness on the part of Charlestonians.
Toledo’s Lazy American Workers returned to Charleston and I finally got out in time to see them. On a side note, Todd Evans vocalist/guitarist is now Beefcake the Mighty for Gwar. LAW are a good band but either I’m getting old (no never!) or the vibe was just off. They seemed too loud, too fast, and too angry. Maybe I’m past the angry punk thing. Ah the evil of encroaching maturity. Or something like that. I also went to check out Dave McCormick (aka Corncob) at Sam’s. Here’s the thing. He’s got a great voice, a good band, and plays covers really well. But that’s it. I only caught one set and he may have done more originals then but not when I was there. Also he had a stand in female vocalist who did a great Janis Joplin but also did No Doubt-which did not mesh with the country rock sound they had going for them. The EG featured Adam Brodsky. AB was a funny and weird folkie. I enjoyed the songs however no one seemed to enjoy his aimless and long ramblings in between songs. They were often longer than the songs themselves.
Highway Jones is apparently playing everywhere every weekend. I’ve seen them at Sam’s, the Empty Glass, AND the Sound Factory. Featuring rotating guest musicians and vocalists, including Bill Holstein and Debbie Grimm they must cram about 20 people onstage. HJ is looking for a new “groove oriented” (actual quote) bass player so if you fit the bill… One of the shows I saw them do featured a tribute (with guest musicians) to Kevin Duffer who passed away this past month. Kevin was a funny guy and while towards the end our relationship was problematic, losing someone who contributed so much to the music scene in Charleston is always a blow. I remember seeing Kevin play solo at JT’s lounge in Dunbar for the first time. He had a great voice and was good songwriter. I remember seeing Bletherskate and Blackwater Hollow and time and distance have softened these memories. It really makes a person regret acrimony and lost friendships. But I leave this thought with this line that Kevin used in a song (a quote from Richard Adams’ Watership Down) “My heart has joined the Thousand for my friend stopped running today.”
Coming up next month Tilting at Windmills (progressive rock featuring Chuck Biel) will be debuting at the Empty Glass on May 8th. The first EP will be available at the show. Also at the EG will be Noizbox featuring flutes, pots, pans and a bassoon. On may 9th, the show will also feature Cleveland’s Catwalk Blue. Taylor Books will feature folkie John Lilly on May 3rd and Beckley’s Damn the Flies will be at the Sound Factory on May 31st.
Syphter is losing their vocalist so if you are a pro vocalist and wish to set up an audition please contact them by email, syphter@syphter.com. Phil and Tom from Highway Jones have been recording their side project the Satellite Junkies, it’s an alternative country/Americana band that will debut a new dc and play some shows this summer. Shorthrow will be will be in the studio recording their sophomore cd. Stychntyme’s drummer Mike is getting ready to go on tour with Tantric so they will be taking a break. Finally, Cleveland’s Lords of the Highway drummer has left the band and they are looking for a drummer, so…check out the website http://www.lordsofthehighway.com.