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David Cartoon gave me: Pikachu. I know that he likes Firefly, so I added that, too.

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The yellow furry thing hopped out of the engine and looked at Kaylee. “Captain, we got an issue.”

“Gorram engine is your specialty, little Kaylee. This is my ship, and your job is to make sure that my ship keeps moving by making sure that your engine keeps running. Dong ma?”

She nodded. “But I ain't never seen a critter like this before. I can feel the ’lectricity bouncing off of it.”

“Tell you what. You get it out of my engine, and you can keep it. Consider it a gift.”

She bit back a smile. “Thought you said it was my engine.”

The furry critter looked up at her. “Pika?”

Here’s my entry for the Gen remix.

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So, I was washing dishes when the original crackfic that I wanted to do popped into my head, with one line. And in that one line, I suddenly had the story.

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Okay, so for Valentine's Day, I decorated our apartment at about one in the morning to surprise David and Steph today. And then, today, I drew ten candy hearts, and wrote a story, incorporating the ten words. This is the end result.

Soul Mate

Soul mate. That's a corny phrase and always has been. It's like some sort of throwback to centuries that have come and gone. It implies that there's only one person in the whole world that can make you happy, and I just couldn't go for that theory. I mean, the world is a big place. Who's to say that one person can't live in Australia and their soul mate is in Russia? Not only would they not speak the same language, but they'd probably never meet. Now how would that be fair? I guess that's why I refused to believe in soul mates. I didn't want to be a casualty of love. Okay, so I also have the capacity to be mondo corny. Sue me.

Anyway, all that is background information to explain my reaction when I met my best friend. He was the new boy that wore loud shirts, and I was the girl that was too cool for words, and I knew it. I was also assigned to show him around the school, and get him caught up in Spanish. Yeah, right. Get real. The only reason I was at the top of my spanish class was because I cheated off my friend Justin's papers, and he freaked out on tests, while I'm a lucky guesser. Justin and I had worked out a deal a few years before. I copied his spanish homework, and he copied my math. 'Course, I got the better end of the deal, since I was an A Spanish student, and both of us were flunking math, but... I'm getting off topic. Anyway, I had to show Andy around, and my skin kept prickling around him. And I couldn't stop blushing. I know, I know, I turn red at the drop of a hat (sometimes without the drop or the hat), but still. It was annoying as heck. So I was already on edge that first day, when he said, "Email me?" Gotta give him props for not using a tired old line.

I had a moment where my mouth worked without my brain's permission. "No way. I don't email randome people."

"I'm not a random person."

"You are until I say otherwise. GOt it?"

He nodded. "Yes. You've made that abundantly clear."


That was years ago. That was before he became my best friend. Before we dated. Before we broke up, and before we got back together, and then repeated the process five or six tmes. We were both extremely volatile people.

I woke up this Valentine's Day with candy hears spelling me a message on the coffee table: Miss you. Love me.

Isn't that the sweetest thing? That's my boy. He's only at work, but he does sweet things like that all the time. IT never gets old.

New love? Definately not. Husband and love of my life? Without a doubt. Soul mate? I guess I was lucky that neither of us lived in Russia.

I was reading a book on writing today, and one of the exercises was, write something off of this sentence: that was an ugly green monster parked ouside the house. So, here it is. As with most of my things, it's BtVS. Season One, just for the heck of it.


That was an ugly green monster parked outside the house. Ugly. Ugly with a capital UG, and LY. Who did she know that had a car like that? No one. Oh, God, what if someone saw it? She'd never live it down. Then again, she was already currently dealing with rumors circulating that she'd never be able to live down, so she should be used to it.

Yeah, right. She'd never adjust to being a social reject. A freak. Someone who's night life consisted more of cemetaries than night clubs. Who's only friends fought alongside her. Or, tried to fight, and she saved their butts. Repeatedly. She, who used to be a cheerleader. Most popular girl in school. Or at least in the running for it. Top ten, at the lowest. But she was up there. She was the school’s it girl. That started going down hill even before she burned down the gym. When the people you hang out with start dying, you develop a reputation. When the people you hang out with keep getting saved by you, you develop a reputation. Neither of them good. More like, stay away from that girl. Trouble follows her. I hear she’s a gang member.

Nope, no gang member. Just a freak. That’s right. She was a freak. Just like X-Men, except there were no other freaks for her to identify with, which sucked. Maybe more like Spiderman, except, well, female. And he was bit by a spider. Hers happened naturally. Magically. Whatever. She had the nifty superpowers, sure, but it was a harsh trade off. She wouldn't have chosen it, that's for sure. She wouldn't force this choice, or non-choice, as the case may be, on anyone. Never. Never, never, never.

Never say never. It makes a liar out of you. Not that she was the world’s most honest person. Please. She’d learned a long time ago how to lie to her mother well enough to get an Emmy. And to her friends. And Giles. And… well, everyone, really. She could lie with a straight face, which came in handy a lot. She wished she didn’t have the talent sometimes. She wished she’d get caught. No dice. You train yourself well enough, and you develop body memory. Her mouth had its own body memory.

Some habits are hard to break. Well, all are, really. But some are harder than others. Lying was one that was really hard. And she kept doing it, and kept skating by, and people kept not calling her on it. Except Snyder, but he called everyone on everything, so that didn’t really count. She could tell him that the sky was blue with some clouds, and he still wouldn’t believe her. Price to pay and all that.

Sometimes the price was higher than she’d like. Someday the price would be her life.

Oh, my god. Someone’s getting out of the green monstrosity. And coming to her door. Someone she recognized. She opened the door, and met them on the walk. “Let me guess. Big ugly evil coming to town, and I need to fight it. But before I do, we need to research it. You know, there has been this invention called, the phone. Maybe you can use it sometime?”

“Buffy? Where are you going?” Oh, great, another lie session for her mom.

”To the school, Mom. Mr. Giles came to pick me up for a study session with Willow. He’s helping Willow tutor me.”

“All right. Be home for dinner, we’re having your favorite.” Her mom reached out and brushed her hair out of her eyes.

“Will do, Mom. See ya.”

”Thank you, Mr. Giles, for your help. Oh, and Buffy? Be careful. There are a lot of gangs here. Try not to get caught up in them.”

This is my holiday gift to Bastard Snow, nemo gravis, and aadler, for no other reason except I've enjoyed reading their stories. And that, since I wrote this in late August, early September, it's about time I finally posted this sucker. It's also a present for vastid, who's encouraged me to keep writing in the same breath that he's yelling at me for always writing. I've said it before, kiddo, and I'll say it again. I write because I don't want to go insane.

Now to the story.

( Enemies )

This is actually an exerpt from the same story that my latest 70 Questions is from. I rather like it, and it actually explainse quite a bit about me.

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Hee, hee. I'm going back to writing more... sorta. I'm currently suffering from the debilitating disease known as Writer's Block, also known as "The bane of my existance".

Dude, go to this site, it’s stinking hilarious. I laughed my head off. It’s very tongue in cheek.

http://members.ozemail.com.au/~imcfadyen/notthenet/fantasy.htm


In other news, I got hit by an unwelcome story, and wrote it in one draft. Here it is. Warning, it’s not my usual thing at all. Despite having written Buffy fanfic for over six years, I’ve never actually tried to write from a vampires stand point. Or a male. Or first person in a long time.

It’s also not a Buffy story. This one is original. Obviously, influenced by Buffy, as well as fanfic authors (most notably aadler_, like always).

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There you are, hope you enjoyed. Feedback, as always, is appreciated.

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( Second Drabble )


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You see, the first one was done because of something I wanted to show … and then the end surprised me. The second was done … it’s always bugged me that Ms. Calender couldn’t figure out how Angel got into the school. A school is not a living place … unless it is.