Second Time Around...

[fenderlove]

I am having a very off day, so I thought I would try something fun that I enjoyed a while back. It's the WIP MEME! I added a few more to my list... though unfortunately most of them are still WIPs.

Gacked from rahirah.

Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Upon request, I will post a random line or two from any of these you choose. Assuming that the file adds up to a full line, that is.

Some of my WIPs are finished and just in need of final edits or I'm in the process of posting, and some were DOA before they were completed.



These are mostly BtVS/Ats-related fics, but there's a Caprica fic and a High Plains Invaders fic too.

acceptablelosses.rtf
AutomatedUtopia2.rtf
barnabas.rtf
Circusfic.rtf
CongressionalForeplay.rtf
drabbles.rtf
HempWidows.rtf
manofletters.rtf
patentlyromantic.rtf
Snowbankrupt.rtf
spinthebabybottle.rtf
StonewallSlayer.rtf
story.rtf
theriverthatflows.rtf
VersaillesUndone.rtf

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[fenderlove.livejournal.com]

This is a prequel ficlet to Acceptable Losses, set before Spike and Angel became a couple...


The first sight Angel awoke to was an assault on his senses. His nose was mere inches from the car's overflowing ashtray. Two soda cups had been used as receptacles for empty snack wrappers and chip bags. Groaning, Angel pushed himself upright behind the wheel of the

The last thing he remembered was screaming at Spike to turn the radio down. He turned his head towards the passenger seat to see Spike crumpled against the console, his face pressed to the interior. It was when the fog began to lift that Angel began to remember what had transpired.

Retirement had not been something that had come gracefully to Angel. He knew that, realistically, he only had himself to support. Connor had scholarships and the aid of his "second family"- the Reillys- to help him through Stanford. Angel had always hoped that Connor would attend Notre Dame, but that was for another boy, another life. His son was happy, well-adjusted, and extremely capable; just looking at Connor filled Angel with so much pride. However, Connor hadn't needed his birth-father's assistance since he was an infant.

Angel had a hard time finding his way. His friends were gone, even the ones that remained alive preferred to stay away from him after all he had asked of them. The most sadly ironic part was that the person's whose company he could have done without always seemed to be hanging around.