Know what happened to it?
I started cooking, that's what happened!
*grumble growl* stoopidplotbunny *grumble growl*
I now have the perfect birthday fic. Perfect. More perfect (which was somewhat imperfect) than my original plan.
What's worse? It's a fucking good idea that's what. AAARRGHHHHH!
This is going to be interesting. Alternate reality. Vengeance. Anya. Anya's victims. White picket fences. Happy-ish endings, but not the happy-ish ending you think. Desperate friends... and did I mention dead friends?
And canon-ish Xander lands right in the middle of AU Xander's life and mucks the whole business up in a very, very bad way.
Think It's a Wonderful Life without the neat ending.
And the urge to write it is god-awful overwhelming to the point that I can't even concentrate.
See? See? This is what I get listening to Finger Eleven while cooking.
I see a writing marathon that will only be topped by the feverish nature with which I wrote Into the Desert in my very near future.