Found this in a file and really have no idea what to do with it. It sort of fits with an earlier unfinished piece. Giles living rough in London is hired by Ethan as a bodyguard; complications follow. Here's the Eyghon gang being completely seedy, and Ethan being, well...

( Philip seemed not to realize his danger... )

Ooh, the WIP meme is going around again. If there's anything I'm qualified to meme about, it's WIPs. Here are excerpts from the seven files I have open right now.

( Liegeman, part 5... )

( Laundry Day... )

( Signet Ring... )

( The Montana story... )

( Giles and Ethan go to hell... )

( Giles, Xander, and a barrow wight... )

( Broken Vessel... )

I saw a variant of this floating around, and thought of this older version I did once: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

Brief excerpts from nine stories ( behind the cut... )

Best BPAL review ever: The Antikythera Mechanism. Bronze gears spin inside a polished wooden case, and an entire universe dances within. Teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco.

And I tell you, the scent is worth the review. I'm happy with all of the Steamworks scents I've tried so far. Aelopile is citrus + amber. The Obsidian Widow is dark and mysterious and fabulous. Galvanic Goggles are worn by a dangerous well-dressed man. But the Antikythera Mechanism is, in addition to a neat artifact, an awesome scent.

And speaking of ancient Greece, I celebrated my earlier post about projects by working on something else entirely. ( A snippet after the cut... )

From ngaio via lostgirlslair: When you see this, post a little weensy excerpt from as many random works-in-progress as you can find lying around. Who knows? Maybe inspiration will burst forth and do something, um, inspiration-y.

I love this one. I warned you I'd ficspam you a bit today...

( From Metastasis )
( From Coniunctio Oppositorum... )
( Readings part 2... )

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Another fragment that will never show up in the final version. Buffy visits Giles' flat for the first time. I kinda like this young Buffy.

( Giles had just finished washing up... )

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More thunking exposition, but also a bit of early Xander-Giles banter.

( Xander stood across the circulation desk from him, fidgeting. )

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This is a fragment from a version of the NLBS that turned out not to be part of the actual story. I have resisted the urge to smooth out my prose and de-clunk my expository moments. (Amazing what one can learn in the space of six months, isn't it?) Starts setting up ucky Council issues; introduces some Giles backstory, though not much.

Opening section; Giles arrives in Sunnydale.

( Giles had an aisle seat... )

Hey. While I struggle with restructuring part 4 of my long Watcher/Slayer thing in the free moments I have while on my silly London vacation, here's a teaser in the form of the prologue.

Title: Prologue: Summons
Author: Antennapedia
Pairing: None; series is eventually B/G
Rating: FRT
Spoilers: The Dark Age; Buffy’s origin
Summary: Giles is called as Buffy’s Watcher.
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Distribution: Hey, whatever. Just let me know.

( Giles woke dripping with sweat... )

Yeah, okay, this sort of happened. What the hell. It needs another draft at least, but I am feeling impatient. Either it gets another draft or I abandon it entirely because I'm not sure I can make the transitional moment work.

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Title: Emergence
Author: Antennapedia
Pairing: Giles/Buffy, mention of G/E
Rating: FRAO
Spoilers: Set between seasons 3 & 4.
Summary: Giles emerges from his shell after Scooby encouragement and a little manipulation from Oz.
Warnings: Drug use, sex. Really questionable characterization. First-draft-itis.
Disclaimer: I claim no ownership and am making no money.
Distribution: Not this draft, not yet.

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It would be the summer holiday, if he were still a school librarian, which he was not. Sunny, hot, dry. The hills had scorched to yellow and brown. Giles also turned brown, more gently. The bright days stretched to the infinite horizon of the Pacific under a cloudless sky. The nights were desert-cool, and quiet.

( It would be.. )