It's not long enough for a drabble, but not a real fic yet. Is it now a dribble? Continued from
here.
In other news, librarys smell like sandalwood and ass. You know, like hippies.
But before we get into that, we must squee, for lo, Booth is being all concerned about Brennan. AND he's Catholic. And they're comparing Jesus to a zombie. Glee. "I've noticed very few people are scary after being poked in the eye."
Also? Dark sorcerers suck. Also, is that tat on DB's wrist his, and what is it?
Anyway, back to Mal and Buffy and Xander. You heard me. I've decided, this is before
Joss Whedon tore my heart out and danced La Cucaracha on it while wearing a Carmen Miranda dress Serenity, the movie, but after Objects in Space. S7 has already happened. And there's no title.
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. The characters portrayed within are not mine, and I make no money from this.
( 'How come you got clothes?!' )