su_herald | Sunday 11th January

XANDER: Oh, no! Spike the place is worse then when I left! You didn't even fix the drip!
SPIKE: Don't turn around.
XANDER: Spike, what is it, what happened?
SPIKE: Don't look at me.
(Of course, Xander does. Spike is wearing knee-length shorts and a Hawaiian shirt. Xander starts to laugh.)
SPIKE: I shrunk them. Bleeding shirt, trousers. I hate this place.
XANDER: You know I'm not any happier about you wearing my stuff than you are.
SPIKE: Go out, get me some decent stuff, and I want more blood.
XANDER: No! You're not a guest.
SPIKE: You want me to tear this place apart, you bloody poof?
XANDER: That's it! I am way past due with you. I hate to break it to you, oh impotent one, but you're not the big bad anymore, you're not even the kind of naughty. You're nothing but a waste of space - my space! And as much as I always got a big laugh watching Buffy kick your shiny white bum, as much as I know I can give you a little bum-kicking myself right now, I'm here to tell you something. You're not even worth it. I'm out of here.

~~Doomed~~

[Drabbles]

Teacher's Pet by a2zmom
Sunris by perpetual

[Short Fiction]

My Houses Were Better Than Your Houses by seductivembrace Spike/Xander. Not rated. (R?)
Empty Churches with Soulless Curses by labonsoirfemme Angelus/Buffy. Teen and up.
Overdone by Anonymous Angel/Buffy/Spike. Teen and up.
Angel by butimbroken Angel, Booth. Crossover with Bones. Gen.
All The Glitter Falls On Her by butimbroken Buffy, Angel, Booth. Crossover with Bones. Gen.
Another Face by butimbroken Angel, Booth. Crossover with Bones. Gen.
Sharp by butimbroken Angel, Booth. Crossover with Bones. Gen. 17 further stories in this 'verse have been posted to AO3 today by this author.