AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH

Damb Muse. I wish she'd let me see these cute little things before I published the stupid fic--in three places. Crap crap crap.

It would have been perfect if, at the end of "Indispensable, Exquisite Cats," Spike had covered Fred with his duster while she slept.

And about that duster anyway....Ever notice that people who don't care for Spike tend to call it "a trophy he stripped from a murder victim"--and point to the fact that he still wears it as evidence that he hasn't changed since he got the soul? I beg to differ with that characterization. Vampires and Slayers have a Dance they do; it's a combat situation. He didn't "murder" Nikki. He bested her in a fair fight--well, as fair as fights ever get between vampires and Slayers, anyway. She was the Slayer, not some helpless victim. Does anyone think that she would have been wrong if, during the fight, he'd stripped off his vest, and she had kept it after she dusted him?

Well. Now I'm debating if I should change "Cats" and replace it on FFN. Thoughts?

AAAUUUUGGGGHHHHHH

Damb Muse. I wish she'd let me see these cute little things before I published the stupid fic--in three places. Crap crap crap.

It would have been perfect if, at the end of "Indispensable, Exquisite Cats," Spike had covered Fred with his duster while she slept.

And about that duster anyway....Ever notice that people who don't care for Spike tend to call it "a trophy he stripped from a murder victim"--and point to the fact that he still wears it as evidence that he hasn't changed since he got the soul? I beg to differ with that characterization. Vampires and Slayers have a Dance they do; it's a combat situation. He didn't "murder" Nikki. He bested her in a fair fight--well, as fair as fights ever get between vampires and Slayers, anyway. She was the Slayer, not some helpless victim. Does anyone think that she would have been wrong if, during the fight, he'd stripped off his vest, and she had kept it after she dusted him?

Well. Now I'm debating if I should change "Cats" and replace it on FFN. Thoughts?

Okay, here's the Epilogue for "Indispensable, Exquisite Cats."

Maybe now the Muse will go to work on the other two.

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Epilogue:

Angel sighed to himself as he hauled his weary body out of bed. Losing Cordy and Gunn both, in such a short period of time, was almost too much to bear. And Wes, again, had been the one going in with pistols blazing, doing what needed to be done. They hadn't even informed him--the boss!--until after it was all over. It would be nice to be let in the loop every once in awhile, he grumbled mentally, stepping into his private elevator and getting ready to begin his day as the CEO of Hell, Incorporated.

He was completely unprepared for the sight that met his eyes when he walked into his office. Fred slumbered, stretched out on the couch on her side, covered by Spike's duster. Spike slept sitting up, on the floor next to her, his bandaged arm draped protectively over her shoulder.

Angel started to open his mouth to say something...then closed it. Let them sleep. They'd had a rough time. His phone rang as he sat behind his desk. "This is Angel."

"Angel, this is Buffy. I got a really bizzarro phone call last night..."

Okay, here's the Epilogue for "Indispensable, Exquisite Cats."

Maybe now the Muse will go to work on the other two.

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Epilogue:

Angel sighed to himself as he hauled his weary body out of bed. Losing Cordy and Gunn both, in such a short period of time, was almost too much to bear. And Wes, again, had been the one going in with pistols blazing, doing what needed to be done. They hadn't even informed him--the boss!--until after it was all over. It would be nice to be let in the loop every once in awhile, he grumbled mentally, stepping into his private elevator and getting ready to begin his day as the CEO of Hell, Incorporated.

He was completely unprepared for the sight that met his eyes when he walked into his office. Fred slumbered, stretched out on the couch on her side, covered by Spike's duster. Spike slept sitting up, on the floor next to her, his bandaged arm draped protectively over her shoulder.

Angel started to open his mouth to say something...then closed it. Let them sleep. They'd had a rough time. His phone rang as he sat behind his desk. "This is Angel."

"Angel, this is Buffy. I got a really bizzarro phone call last night..."