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[moonlettuce]

It's getting worse. Not only do I now have an SVU Munch/Finn bunny, but I've written it down!!!

Arghhhhhhhhh!!!!!

I will not start writing in another fandom. I will not start writing in another fandom. I will not start writing in another fandom.

*Claire repeats mantra and hopes to hell it sticks*

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Re: Pestering

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

I'M STILL WAITING!

Um, err, um... here's the opening scene!

Xander Harris lay on his bed looking up at the ceiling, his eyes following the path of a small spider that scuttled across the whiteness. Turning a full circle for some spidery reason, the creature stopped for a few moments before hurrying to a corner and disappearing into a dark crevice that Xander's father had been saying he was going to plaster over for the past 10 years. Light streamed in through the windows and Xander closed his eyes, trying to block it out. Light meant day; day meant school... and school meant seeing Oz. It also meant seeing... Xander's eyes opened, fixing back on the spot on the ceiling where the spider had been. How the hell was he going to explain this to Willow? Hey, Will, know where Oz was last night? Because I do. He couldn't do that to her. He loved her too much to hurt her like that. But, he couldn't keep it a secret either. After all, Giles was going to know something was wrong when Xander asked him to chain him up for the night, and unless he told the older man that he'd discovered a secret yearning for kinky sex games, the Watcher was going to figure it out.

"Rock, meet hard place," he muttered, suddenly tensing as he heard footsteps outside the room and a small knocking on the door.

"Xander, honey? You awake?" The door handle turned slightly and sprang back up as though his mother had considered coming into the room and then changed her mind.

/Go away, mom./ "Yeah?"

"Did you get my purse last night?" The question floated through the door.

"They didn't have it, mom."

"Oh." There was silence from the other side of the wood before "are you sure?"

"Yes. Wherever you left it, it wasn't there."

"Okay." The footsteps started to leave, before stopping and coming back. "Xander?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks."

Xander continued to stare at the ceiling. "It was nothing," he replied, ignoring the lie he could hear in his own voice. Being chased through Sunnydale by a werewolf was nothing. What happened in the park was nothing. The twin throbbing sensations in his ass and arm were nothing. It was nothing; it was all nothing.

Re: Pestering

[(Anonymous)]

Wheeeeeeeeee!!!

Okay, you do understand that now I only have a yearning for more, right?

;P XanDutch

Re: Pestering

[moonlettuce.livejournal.com]

Wheeeeeeeeee!!!

{g} See, it's not a massive lie, I *do* have bits of it written ;)

Okay, you do understand that now I only have a yearning for more, right?

Well, I haven't written Buffy or Angel in a while, but I think the next one finished may well be one of the Wesley ones.