Fic! (/ I went a bit mad. At length.)

I just posted my plot_wout_porn fic! The ficathon's running until Friday, so there're lots of tasty things being posted over there - and if anyone else wants to join in (and can come up with 2000 words of plotty stuff all quick and sparkly) they are more than welcome. :)

I'm not entirely sure why, but my fic is a 14500 word thing set just after the end of #35 of S8 (when Spike's turned up in his amusing steampunk ship), working with the same assumptions/as a sequel to my cracky fluff I wrote for that moment, If I'm an Actor then I Want to Know My Lines. It's a bit more serious but a lot more mad. (And I should admit that I have very much been guilty of wanting to get it out before it got jossed on Wednesday.)

Hope you like it!

The Frayed and Weathered Mantle.

We could blame it on circumstance, if only circumstance had a voice with which to accept.
Now Spike’s arrived in Scotland, Buffy joins the crew of the of the Good Ship Steampunk on a quest to find out what the heck is up with Angel.