Buffy fic

One-shot, and entirely random. I blame maymargaret for putting this into my head. She enables me. I've been enabled.

Title: A Few Thoughts on Fatherhood
Fandom: Buffy
Disclaimer: I sure as hell don't own 'em, and I don't mean any insult to the great Joss or to the less-than-great Fox, etc. I just couldn't resist the temptation.
Characters: Hank Summers, with cameos by Joyce, Giles, and Buffy.
Timeline: Sometime before season 4.
Summary: It's not easy being the Slayer's father. No, really...
Notes: You wouldn't believe how hard it is to make up an excuse for Buffy to actually go to the hospital for a change. Just bear with me, for the sake of this. Unbeta'd, so please forgive typos and such!

( A Few Thoughts on Fatherhood )

i hate being sick on my days off

Still sick, which kind of kills all the things I really meant to do on my days off - going to see my cousin and her baby daughter is really not a great idea when I'm potentially contagious and she's going back to teaching next week. Not a good time for her or the little one to get sick. Also not a great time for me to be braving unfamiliar buses and trying to remember the way to her house, so I guess that works out 'well'. :P

I need to go grocery shopping and return some library books today, or I will be hungry and miserable and slapped with overdue fines. Unfortunately, the library is no longer convenient - many thanks to the U-Dist library for closing exactly when it would once again have been the most convenient location for me. Argh. This means taking buses in all sorts of strange directions - I like having my errands in a straight line or a loop, damn it, but it's just not happening today.

Have become entirely focused on the lyrics to Abigail Washburn's poorly-titled "Who's Gonna Shoe." I have a feeling there's a(nother) fic trying to come out of this - it got all tied up and associated with the fic I wrote yesterday, but there's something more that wants to come of it, too. Am editing B5 fic while waiting for whatever this new one wants to be to come out and show itself more clearly. And trying to convince myself to get off my butt and do my errands already. I really should leave, like, now.