Diary of a Suburban Squeen

Right, remember how I posted ages ago saying I was planning to put all my fic on my LJ? No, me either. However, memory has now returned, so I thought I'd post a few more short ones. Just for larks.



Title: Sorry Doesn’t Work
Fandom: Angel
Pairing/Characters: Faith
Word Count: 916
Notes/Disclaimers/Summary: The thinking behind Faith’s decision to give herself up to the police. AtS, season one.


Faith remembered the first time she had met Wesley Wyndham-Pryce. Following the disaster that had been Gwendoline Post, the Council had sent her a new watcher, and Wesley had been the result. Suit-wearing, stake-up-his-ass Wesley, whose greatest contribution had been… Well, hadn't. ( Read more... )

Title: Yellow Brick Road, 6-10/40
Author: Liss
Fandom: Angel
Character(s): Faith, Wesley, rest of the Angel posse
Warnings/Notes: AU; season 3
Status: Complete




( Are you nuts, Wes? And, believe me, that is an honest question! )

This was apparently intended as a Jossverse/CS crossover.


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Felicity Richardson was in the process of scoring a much-needed hockey goal for the First XI when she felt it. One second, there she was, just normal old Felicity, rather enjoying the hockey game, despite it generally being rather tragic results-wise, as the Lycée Niçoise team was beating the pants off them, and the next, she had hit the hockey ball right through the back of the net and made a sizeable dent in the board beyond it. But the change was in her. She felt different. She felt stronger, faster, more alive.

For the rest of the game, Felicity half-suspected that Miss Benton, the PE mistress, had slipped something strictly verboten into the half-time oranges, but in the changing room later, nobody else seemed to be feeling the same. Most of them were in fact lying about on benches, looking extremely dejected, declaring that they’d rather die than play hockey ever again, and wondering what sort of mug had invented the game in the first place. All in all, just about what you’d expect from losing a rather crucial hockey match by 6 goals to 14.

But the feeling didn’t go away, and Felicity really couldn’t account for it. Plus, she had managed to somehow chuck her plumeau completely out of the window, rather than just airing it, and this, on top of accidentally pulling the door handle off one of the practice room doors, and breaking the drop down white screen when she went to pull the little toggle, had made her rather persona non grata with the staff of the Chalet School.

“You’re a bit of a disaster area at the moment,” pointed out her best friend, Emily. Felicity just groaned, and fell into a chair in the common room. Emily patted her on the shoulder. “That’s OK, let it out. How wild was Matey?”

“Steaming. Possibly literally. Something’s happened, Em.” Emily looked interested.

“Really? What? Don’t tell me whatshername whatshername in Lower IVA has been excluded? I thought she was a shoo-in for it when she set fire to…”

“Not in the school, you idiot! I meant to me. I’ve Changed.” Felicity’s tones were full of foreboding.

Title: Not Evil
By: Liss
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: None



Selling your soul to Wolfram & Hart is a heck of a lot easier than most people would imagine. For most employees, it’s not some grand Faustian pact, with the devil forcing you to sign a contract in blood, swearing away your immortal soul. Well, OK, yeah, there’s a bit of that. But that’s pretty much window dressing, just the mechanics of getting everything properly recorded. It’s the power, and the money: that’s what gets you, even the lowliest of us – the clerks, the secretaries, the mail room men.

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