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."


"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?"




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

"Good to hear."

"But Stockard Channing--"

"Give it up, Spike."


Good god. I'm so sorry.