Reset

08/10/2011

It’s not like he planned this, not like he expected it when he parked the car at the outskirts of the darkness and told her to change her clothes. But older, calmer, and tempered by her confinement, she’s still Faith.


Reality and Other Virtues

08/10/2011

Peering up surreptitiously from the 17th century demonology tome he was translating, he braced himself as a slightly tubby form he’d not seen for a couple of years barreled towards him like a Saint Bernard with two left feet. He stifled a sigh and forced his features into something that resembled a smile.


Property Law

08/10/2011

Marking his territory. Marking Wes as his territory. Shit. Maybe he should start looking into that procedure they’ve got, the one that would remove his sense of shame. Be damn useful in the courtroom, so he could make a business case for it.


People, Places & Things

08/10/2011

If she ever gets out, the first thing she’s going to do is take a bath.


Outside In

08/10/2011

Sometimes, she thinks it was all a nightmare, that any minute now, she’ll wake up in Silverlake and Dennis will have breakfast ready for her. Then, before she’s even had her coffee, she’ll feel her head start to throb because it’s yet another message from the Powers that Be in full-on Gross-o-Vision, and boy howdy, does that seem better than the reality, which is that she’s probably never waking up at all.


Ouroboros/Oedipus

08/10/2011

Eventually, death turned on her, sharper than a serpent’s tooth, and once again, all should have been over. Once again, it wasn’t.


Morale Events

08/10/2011

“Teamwork. Efficiency. Survival. Success. One of these things is not like the other.” The disembodied voice paused for a moment, letting the words settle over the audience. In the sixth row back, three seats in from the aisle, Lilah Morgan surreptitiously studied her nails and ignored the lecture she knew by rote. Survive one Wolfram and Hart company morale retreat, you’ve got the tools to survive them all. Survive two, and you start to wish they’d alter the script a little.


Miss Ghost

08/10/2011

“Boo.”


Loaded Dice

08/10/2011

The dead will smile while you struggle against the inevitable.


Full Circle

08/10/2011

The usual wasn’t, well, usual. Fred stared at her breakfast: pancakes with sausages and bacon, eggs (scrambled), coffee (cream and sugar), toast (white). All the usual food and drink, brought by their usual waitress to their usual booth, nothing missing except her usual appetite and her usual companion.