TITLE: "Me and Stockard Channing" (1/1)
AUTHOR: Marie-Claude Danis
EMAIL: mc@verticalcrawl.com
SITE: http://verticalcrawl.com/fic
DISTRIB: *laughs*
FEEDBACK: *laughs*
SPOILERS: None for BtVS. "18th & Potomac" for West Wing, if you want to be reeeeeeeally picky.
PAIRING: S/X (and me/Stockard in my head. Mmm.)
SUMMARY: Spike and Xander watch The West Wing.

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"Shut up! Here it comes!"

"Get off me. You're hotter than hell."

"You're blocking me!"

"OW! You have like the sharpest elbows on earth."

"SHHHHHHH!"

"Here she comes, here she comes!!"

{ Aspirin, brother.}
{ What a stupid major you had. }

"Hee hee!"

"She rocks."

"I met her once, you know."

"You did not meet Stockard Channing."

"Did too."

"I'm not even getting into this with you."

"I *DID*!"

"I suppose you've also had thing with Brad Whitford?"

"Mmm..."

"Mmm..."

[pause]

"Right. Well. No, I didn't."

"Good to hear."

"But Stockard Channing--"

"Give it up, Spike."




END


Good god. I'm so sorry.