Ok that was odd, instead of posting a new entry semagic just replaced Not A Bunny drabble with a my Doctor Who one. Maybe I'm limited to one kid fic post a day now? Easiest way not to lose the old feedback without redoing the DW is to put em both here.

“Mop?” Christina asked, in a puzzled and slightly alarmed voice.

Anya held back her laughter. If her daughter wore glasses already she’d be cleaning them right now. “Yes, it’s Mop, honey. He’s just got a summer haircut.”

She put Christina down to let her pet the shorn sheepdog. Mop was so happy to be safely back from the dreaded groomers and with his family again, he shook with delight like a overgrown lap dog. “Cold?” Christina asked Mop then toddled off and retrieved a doll blanket to put over poor Mop.

Anya laughed and praised Christina, glad they had AC.


Title: Fresh As A...
Fandom/Pairing: Doctor Who Rose/10, OC, Capt. Jack
Rating: G
Spoilers: AU baby fic
Disclaimer: Not mine. I own a dog and that's about it.
Summary: The Doctor knows Fack well and he's not taking any chances with his little girl. Done for the August picture prompts at[livejournal.com profile] time_and_chips I thought the baby looked like she was "thinking hard" Sorry, I couldn't resist the schmoop any longer. It's my first post there I hope it's not too terrible.



“Daisy-Jane Tyler you’re the prettiest baby. Eighteen years from now I’m stealing you away from your Daddy. But right now you need a clean diaper so he gets you back.”

“There’s a new rule, Jack. You change Daisy’s nappies when you visit.”

“That’s not fair Doctor, you know it’ll get Rose upset if I stay away ‘til Daisy’s potty trained.”

“Yep, and I want you to visit often.”

“Just to get out of diaper duty?”

“Nope, years from now I want you to look into her lovely brown eyes and remember quite clearly that you changed her nappies!”

“Oh, for crying out loud, Doc, I was only joking!”

“I know you, Jack and I’m not taking any chances. Rose will agree.” The Doctor sounded every inch the determined Time Lord.

“All right, lead me to the changing table. Your dad is paranoid Daisy, but I think I understand. He knows I’ll be irresistible even when I’m a distinguished older gentleman. Also, he wouldn’t have a leg to stand on if he tried to argue that our age difference was a problem, would he, sweetheart?”
If I add three more fic entries to my memories I'll reach 100. Because I feeling very sentimental tonight I decided to bring that goal closer by writing a Drabble about my favorite Mary Sue.

When Christina was bad, which wasn’t too terribly often, she’d get time-outs. She’d have to sit in the library without reading any of her books. She was supposed to think over whatever she’d done wrong. But that never took up the whole time-out. So she’d get bored and say something that would make mommy mad again.

Until one time Uncle Spike told her a secret. After that timeouts weren’t boring at all. In fact, she’d even go to the library and sit and think over things without being bad first. It wasn’t really secret but she hadn’t thought of it before. Uncle said it was because her parents were so bloody literal that she didn’t stand a chance. Christina didn’t know if that was true. She just never thought of it before. She knew books had authors to make story time last she made Daddy read the all the front pages. She’d thought pretending by yourself was silly. Until Uncle Spike said it her brain didn’t know. For books to be made they had to be made up first, by girls just like her.

Someday, Dedicated to Uncle Spike, would be on one of the front pages of a book.
appomattoxco: (Bunny)
The End )
I suppose it's possable I don't want this story to be over. the rest is here

“It’s almost magic how a house full of people can vanish when the kitchen needs to be cleaned. If we put the dishes off until after we subdue the source of all evil and correct an age old fault in the Slayer line; the counter will be stained and we might as well toss out the pan.” Anya said scrubbing at a spot clearly upset.

“You don’t feel left; out do you, darling?” Giles asked knowing it wasn’t the dishes that bothered her

“What, because I won’t be drinking and getting all powered up with the rest of you?”

“You make it sound like an orgy.” Giles complain.

Anya said “Oh, I know it won’t be anything nearly as interesting, otherwise I would complain.”

“But you are worried.” Giles said. putting his arms around her.

“Pre-apocalypse jitters that’s all.”

“I know you better than that, Anya. There’s some specific worry mixed in with the general fear of death or dismemberment.”

“I’m worried this won’t work but I don’t feel left out of the fight. I know I’m doing my part” What concerned Anya wasn’t herself; she was worried that they might be forcing people into roles they weren’t meant to have. Andrew a Watcher? The annoying boy had been kicked out of one room after the other last night. Anya wasn’t sure if he wanted comfort, sex or both but he ended up playing scrabble with Xander and Clem. And Willow was a witch, not a Slayer, It couldn’t be helped though, they were all doing what they had to and it did right an injustice.

Rupert knew all this so she just said honestly.“As for power, there is plenty of power in who I am now and in what I’m becoming.”

“You won’t get any argument from me, dearest. I think you grow stronger and more beautiful every day. God don’t cry.” Giles held her tighter.

“Well it’s not fair of you to say something like that. I’ve got hormones and besides, what am I going to say to you? Me too, lacks something and you’ll just think I’m being polite.”

“Is that it then?” Giles asked rubbing the bump of her belly.

“No, well, maybe.” She tried to find the words to explain that she finally felt real to herself. She wasn’t acting out a script written by some one else anymore and everyone deserved that. “We’re not forcing them to be what they can’t or shouldn’t be - are we? What if we’re just making it worse?”

“Ah, I’ve been thinking about this too.” Giles knew exactly how it felt after all to be forced into a mold that didn’t fit. It wasn’t what he wanted for these children they were his as much as the one inside Anya’s womb. “Everyone has made as informed a decision as possible. We just have trust. What else can we do?”

“I suppose I’m ready as I’ll ever be.” Anya said putting the last pan away. “Let’s go see if the rest of them are.”
A/N very, very unsure about this next chunk. Let me know if I should toss it. I don't write Angel or Buffy very well.


Giles showed up at the door with Anya at his side. The invitation was issued flatly. The warning that went with it was unspoken but Angel heard it loud and clear regardless.

Seeing the expectant parents Angel wondered once more if he was still in the right dimension. He had started down the rabbit hole when Clem got in his car. The wounded demon had recognized his scent as related to Spike. Clem had chatter nervously the whole way catching him up on all the ‘family’ gossip. Even if Angel hadn’t been overwhelmed by it all he would have had a chance to respond to any of it. Clem talked more than even Lorne did.

Everyone was gathered in the great room. There was coffee but no doughnuts. Even before Clem and Angel showed up everyone in the Giles house knew that it was time to get to business. Buffy didn’t need to make a speech, Giles didn’t have to utter a plea to God, and even Andrew was grave.

“We got trouble, you guys Torock Hanns are just the start and the stuff that will come after them will make the uber-vamps look like Gieko mascot. The Hellmouth needs to be destroyed now and for good. My sources say that the First has had big money backing it since big money meant clam shells and kitten skins.” Clem took a sip of coffee with shaking flippers. “See, before now the ‘mouth has only ever been open a crack. The money guys have found something. Something that will blow the Hellmouth wide open either find a way to stop it before it starts or get very far away.”

“So, we go ahead with the ritual SAP.” Buffy said. “It would be great if we could find out what the corporate big bad planned to use against us but by the time we found it, it could be too late.” Buffy sat back down and took hold of Spike’s hand.

“Hey look at the hand holding.” Clem pointed out cheering up a little. “I knew you two would work things out.” Spike smiled at this aware of Angel on brooding in the corner but too happy to look very smug.

Buffy couldn’t help a little grin in return but quickly got back to business. “So what’s your wonderful news Angel? Somehow I don’t think you’re here because you heard we could use a hand painting the baby’s room.”

“I thought I was here to help you out.” A well fed vampire could blush in extreme circumstances and Angel was wishing hard that he hadn’t drank that second thermos of otter. “But I think, maybe it’s possible – I might be the corporate big bad.”

Various versions of “What!” went around the table. Wes and Faith both looked sick and it was Wes that spoke first. “You made a deal with Wolfram & Hart. You actually signed a contract?”

“There were reasons, good ones.” Angel said and Buffy thought it was amazing how much like Dawn he sounded for a vampire who was over 200 years old.

“Don’t care who holds the title to your soul Angel, it’s still accounted for. So you can still help. Whatever you’ve brought with you could be used to win this war” Spike said reasonably. Angel had a sinking feeling again as if he dropped further down that rabbit hole.

Giles said “Good point Spike, now we can either eradicate this weapon or turn it against the First somehow.”


***

Angel was once again on the Giles’ big porch. This time Buffy was with him and Spike was right there by her side. “Are you sure you don’t want me to stay? I can help.” he asked for the fourth time.

“No it’s decided we need you for second line of defense if the plan doesn’t work. Anyone left if there is anybody will head for LA.” Buffy said

Spike was the first, as always, to break the awkward silence that statement. “Whatever mess you’ve gotten yourself into Angel, be careful alright.”

“I’d tell you to do the same but you might get the idea I care.” Angel tried to joke

“And the resulting terror would keep me awake for days on end.” Spike said with a mock shutter

Buffy and Spike shared a look and after a moment Buffy said “I’ll be up in a while Spike. Don’t take a shower without me K?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it love.” Spike answered suppressing the urge to smirk. “I’ll just leave you to say you farewells in private.” Then he abandoned all his self control at the last moment by adding, “I’ll just go up and turn down the bed then.”

That was the last straw Angel laughed, it was a lonely laugh and a little bitter but it broke the tension. “Sorry about that Angel, Spike is about four years old sometimes.”

”But he makes you happy?” Angel asked already knowing the answer was yes from the look on her face.

“Last year we were each other’s weakness; this year we’ve been one another’s strength. If we’re lucky next year we can work on the happy.”

“You’re…”Angel searched for the right word. “different.” He touched Buffy’s cheek tenderly and stepped down part way off the porch so that he and Buffy were almost eye-to-eye.

“Does that disappoint you?” The idea of letting Angel down hurt and at the same time removed a burden from her. She lifted her face and gave them a soft kiss goodbye.
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny?
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: This is the first half of the last chapter. I'm posting tonight because I NEED some FEEDBACK. Sorry, I've composed myself now. I'll come up with a chapter title later. Enjoy.

almost done. )
Aren’t You Grateful it’s Not a Bunny?
Part 12
Anything actually good in this chapter was written by [livejournal.com profile] speakr2customrs Who has my undying graditude or possibly stollen from Joss & co. Who I'm sometimes grateful to too.Read more... )
A/N This takes placea few days after the wedding AKA The Exposition Chapter )

Next up More Spuffy with "Merrily We Go To Hell " You get to see just how bad I am at fight scenes.
For a Giles and Anya fic it's pretty light on the Ganya right now. Sorry.This is pure self indulgence on my part )
See I haven't forgotten this. I've done revisions of the previous chapters here mostly small stuff but I think I've improved it a lot. I need to finish writing the end chapter and get it all beta'd one last time and I'm done!Takes place a few days after part 8 )
Part 8 Bringing Up Baby

Read more... )

Previous Parts Here
Part 7 Born To Be Bad

some of you have seen this but here's the beta'd version. Thanks for the yummy feedback.

Part 7 )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 6/12
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist. The last chapter ended on a cliffhanger I hope you not too disapointed with the lack of action here.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses

Read more... )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny?
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses”

Charade )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 4/?
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses”



Talk of the Town )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 3/? I'm No Angel
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] agilebrit for the beta
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses”

Look it's one you haven't seen before. )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 2/? North by Northwest??
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist.
A/N I’ve messed with canon. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses”

The titles of the chapters have nothing to do with the movies of the same name and sometimes not much to do with the chapters either. )
Title: Aren’t You Grateful It’s Not a Bunny? Part 1/? The Amazing Quest
Author: Appomattoxco
Rating: PG
Pairings: G/Anya B/S with a surprise thrown or two in
Summary: Season 7 of BtVS with hopefully a Cary Grant like twist.
A/N I’ve messed with canon and the timeline. Only three potentials exists Vi, Ahn Cho and Amanda. Oh yeah no principal Wood. Either they never existed or they died horribly at the hands of the bringers whatever will make you happiest. I have my own take on why the First is all stirred up and how it gets taken down too.
Warnings: Romantic Comedy so expect schmoop and “fade to black kisses”

Giles was headed back to the kitchen for another cup of tea. As he passed by her chair Anya called his attention with the first thing on hand. If she could get him to look at what she was reading she thought he might put one of his large warm hands on her shoulder or get a peek at the red lacey bra he didn’t know she was wearing for him. “Maybe if you used this ritual and sought a spirit guide? It’s a new moon tomorrow and the woods will be a good place for it,” Anya suggested to Giles, pointing out the page she was reading in a book of ancient demon ritual, doing her best to hide her surprise at its relevance.

“Didn’t Dawn tell me about Buffy already doing that when Glory showed up?” Andrew asked.

Anya glared at him for reminding her she wasn’t alone with Giles and said, “It’s not the same. Besides, this is real life not a stupid T.V. show. The same thing can work more than once...”Anya stopped before completing the sentence, suddenly thinking that perhaps their ratings were down. The idea that her life just might be canceled didn’t seem funny at all.

It was well over between them, but Xander could still recognize the look of panic in Anya’s eyes. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had many chances to see it, after all. “He only meant it didn’t do much good then.”

“Yes. Yes it did Xan,” Buffy said solemnly, then tried to lighten the mood. “I guess I’ll need to find an extra sleeping bag. It looks like Giles and I will be doing some camping.”

“I don’t think it would be wise. That kind of spell would leave you much too vulnerable to the First.” Giles rubbed the back of his neck and thought a moment. Trying to focus on the problem at hand and not on Anya’s bosom or the tiny hint of red he could see when he first looked down. “Perhaps with Willow’s assistance I could?”

Willow was already shaking her head and beginning to protest when Anya interrupted. ”I’ll do it. For the love of Pete, why doesn’t anyone around here remember I can do a little magic?”

“This takes an experienced caster. Perhaps we can find an alterative. The B…”

“And people say I have no manners. Do I need to remind you that it’s not nice to make a lady recount her age, Giles?” The other women in the room shot Anya a look, but her flirting passed right over Giles’ and Xander’s heads like a flying monkey. Each man convinced for his own reasons that she couldn't be interested in her former employer.

“It works for me. I get to miss out on the not-so-fun cryptic campfire tale, and you and Anya get to do the hokey pokey.” Buffy blushed brightly, and in spite of her earlier distress, Willow was biting her tongue to keep from laughing.

The pair made it to the appointed place without incident. Well, without killing each other, anyway. Giles had a lot to say about Anya’s skills as a driver, after a coin toss ended their long argument over who would get behind the wheel. Anya did her share of grumbling over how much Giles had packed for the overnight trip.

They chanted and made the proscribed offerings. Anya was to simply serve as an anchor on this plane, while Giles sought a guide for advice on how to defeat the First. The minute their hands touched he knew they should have practiced some meditation together. Anya definitely kept her focus and there was no question that she kept him anchored, but she had far more power of her own than he had anticipated.

It all might still have worked out fine, but at the exact moment the guide beckoned him, an Old English Sheepdog came bounding out from behind some underbrush, knocked over the small altar, and stole the bone they had placed there as an offering. It was a large dog but remarkably fast. When they gave up the chase, Giles was limping and Anya was gasping for breath.

“Look over there! It’s not a complete loss. Maybe we don’t even need the old bone—we still have the guide.”

Giles turned his light to left and saw an animal sitting there. He could sense the magic from it, but it was definitely corporeal. “Anya, that’s not a bloody spirit guide! It’s not a spirit anything thing; you made a flesh and blood leopard!”

“Me? I didn’t do this! It’s all your fault, mister I!am!the!Watcher!here!” Anya punctuated each closely strung word with a poke to Giles chest.

Giles began to fantasize; if he took that small elegant hand in his and kissed her palm, perhaps sucked that pink tipped finger... Good Lord, he thought, the woman was driving him insane. He didn’t notice that she just kept on talking.

“If you had just listened to me and spent the last couple of hours giving me orgasms, this wouldn’t have happened. No, you had to prepare for a vision quest the traditional stuffy Watcher way.”

“I fail to see how ‘shagging you senseless’ would have helped in this situation. If you had applied yourself to the meditation… and why on earth did you use that particular term? Who did you think you were speaking to? Spike?”

“Rupert, are you jealous? It was only that one time and we were drunk. That was all your fault too; it was your alcohol, so you really can’t blame either of us.”

“Why would I be jealous of Spike? Of course you’ve had drunken sex with him. Everybody’s done it.” Giles was shockingly angry at himself for leaving last year, in a way he hadn’t been when Buffy told him much the same thing. Now he was jealous. It was just stress. It had to be; this wasn’t the time or place to let his heart thaw. So, he only allowed his irritation at Anya to show.

“Giles, was it the summer after Glory?” Anya asked eagerly.” Don’t be embarrassed. Spikes very good, even when he’s inebriated and grief can make people act out of character.” She patted Giles’ hand and tried to act reassuring. Privately she mused regretfully that if the pair ever actually had drunken gay sex it would never have been taped. It was easy to see the man was getting upset. Before this, Anya had admired Giles for his cool head in a crisis. Of course there was that incident with the bunnies… Anya shuddered. It was time they both refocused. “Giles, I don’t think she’s going to eat us. I think she wants us to follow her.”

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